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pastanest · 1 year

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if you’re wondering why I’m having to repost this, or why you were perhaps previously following me but no longer are, please refer to this post. I was able to retrieve this thanks to @dreatine - thanks so much!! ♡

Eleven Minutes

7:20…

Spencer’s phone dings, snapping his vision away from scrutinising his reflection in the mirror.

“Ok, Im now leaving, see you there!”

A text. That’s how it all started, a single text from you. He remembers it like it was yesterday, but he remembers every single one of the 14 days since, even clearer. After 7 months of no communication, you appeared on his phone.

“Just saw the cutest dog in existence”

Of course he hadnt deleted your number, and your text proved you hadnt deleted his either, or maybe you had, but you’d memorised it. He’d replied with a single perplexed question mark, and you sent him another text in seconds.

“Seriously, look, you wont believe it”

With that one, you attached a picture of the dog you’d seen, and he realised what you were doing. Breaking the ice in the least awkward way possible. And you succeeded. Everyday since, you and Spencer have been exchanging casual texts, picking up right where you left off but in a way he’d never expected.

7:22…

He checks his reflection one more time in the mirror, fixing his hair and your favourite tie of his, before texting you a reply.

“Im on my way!”

It was like you’d never broken up. Spencer coped with not having an explanation for 7 days, then he couldnt take it. The curiosity was eating at him until he finally caved and called you.

7:24…

Spencer remembered the way his heart leapt, hearing your voice for the first time in so long. It brings a smile to his face as he locks his front door and begins walking down the street.

“Spence…it’s 2am, what in the world couldnt wait just a few more hours?” He could tell he’d woken you from a deep sleep, and he felt terrible, but he couldnt put this off any longer.

“This cant wait. Please.”

You cleared your throat, sensing the seriousness of his reasoning without even knowing what it was. “Okay, okay, what’s up?”

The question fell from his lips in a hurried jumble. “Why did you start talking to me again?”

Silence.

7:24…

The streetlights guide him, and he cant help seeing the coincidence within them. Spencer only ever notices how bright the world he is when you’re around.

That night, he took a breath, about to speak, but you finally answered.

“I missed you.”

And that was all he needed. He didnt question any further, and the two of you talked on the phone until the sun came up. He knew enough, and you could always read him like a book; he knew that you knew without even asking, your feelings were reciprocated, always.

7:26…

It was light night that Spencer suggested the two of you meet up for the first time in what felt like an eternity, and it was you who asked if it would be a date. That, he said, was up to you. Well then, I guess it’s a date, he recalls you chirping, his mind replaying your excitement, causing him to light up. Spencer looks down at the ground as he walks, to hide his expression in case anyone saw him walking alone and wondered why he was smiling so widely to himself.

7:28…

Round the corner is the bar you suggested meeting at, because it’s so close to where Spencer lives, so it’s one the two of you used to visit regularly. Like old times, he thinks blissfully. You arranged to meet at half past 7, and he’s close by, he doesnt want to arrive early or before you, he doesnt want to seem overly eager, so he stops.

7:30…

Leaning against the brick wall of the building behind the bar, Spencer lets his head roll back to look up at the night sky. He’s mere seconds away from being where you want him to be, where he’ll finally get to see you again. He wonders how this will work, is he supposed to greet you with a kiss on the cheek, or a hug? And at the end of the date, what happens in this scenario? Is kissing you too forward? Too soon? Spencer knows you better than anyone, but in this situation, when the two of you havent been in each other’s presence for so long, he doesnt know how much of you still responds to him in the same way. He doesnt want his excitement to be replaced by nervousness, he shakes his head and tries to focus on the positives. Like seeing your smile, hearing your voice and your laugh in person, looking into your eyes, making you blush, performing his cheesiest pickup lines so that you dramatically swoon before the two of you collapse into fits of laughter.

Scenes play out in Spencer’s head, making him dizzy in the best way, opening the door of the butterfly cage in his stomach. It’s time. His hands begin to shake lightly at his sides as he takes a deep breath and steps away from the wall, turning in the direction of the bar. But Spencer only manages to take a single step before the sound of a gunshot pierces the air, and his blood runs cold.

…7:21

Your eyes flick down from the street in front of you every few seconds as you await his reply. He might cancel, right now, he could get cold feet or realise this is a bad idea, he could-

A gentle smile overtakes your features as you read the text from Spencer. He’s going to be there, you’re really going to see each other again. Your cheeks flush pink at the thought of him just smiling at you, you feel like a high school girl with a crush, not an adult woman going on a date with her ex. That phrasing is so bitter, you shake your head, this is a good thing! It’s going to work itself out. You two will be fine, like you always are.

…7:23

Tucking your phone into your bag and zipping it shut, you nod to yourself as a mantra of positive thoughts towards this situation flood your mind, reassuring you that this is the right thing to you.

Last night you booked a hotel room down the street so that you could walk to the bar rather than have to rely on public transport. You want to arrive on time, early even, so that you dont miss a minute of tonight.

…7:25

You clutch the strap of your bag with one hand, your other hand flattening your dress against the gentle breeze. The material of the dress is soft, it’s technically a summer dress, not entirely weather appropriate for a colder-than-average night, but it doesnt matter. Spencer’s eyes used to fall out of his skull whenever he saw you in this dress. On the summer nights when he was working late and you’d show up at his desk, gifting him with food you’d prepared for him yourself. You’d keep him company until he was done with his work, keeping the smile on his face that he couldnt find the words to thank you for. Lost in thought, you tuck your hair behind your ears shyly, as though he’s smiling at you and calling you beautiful now, rather than in a memory.

…7:27

Another cool wind caresses you, and you’re quick to wrap your leather jacket further around yourself. A summer dress and a leather jacket, the best combination to reassure Spencer that you’re still the same badass who’s very obviously wholesome too. Exactly what you’re hoping he misses, even if he didnt verbally confirm that on the night you told him you missed him. Doubting is pointless and will only make you insecure, you remind yourself, Spencer suggested to meet, he replied to all your texts, he called you at 2am because you were on his mind. Everything is going to be fine, this is right.

…7:29

The warm glow from the lights beyond the bar windows greet you as you reach the building, and you lean against the wall. Looking over your shoulder, you peak in the windows, knowing Spencer wont be there since you arranged to meet outside, but wanting to check regardless. Just in case. You take your phone out of your bag to check the time. He only lives down the street, he’ll be here any second. You turn to face the direction you know he’ll be walking from, along the same street the two of you laughed down countless times, tipsy and serenading each other with whatever song you’d favoured on the bar playlist that night. Tucking your phone back in your bag, you let yourself relax. This will bring the two of you back together, where you belong.

“Hey there pretty girl, what’re you doing all by yourself?”

You roll your eyes at the voice behind you.

“Try to flirt with me again and I’ll rip your midget dick off.” You say without bothering to turn around, still waiting for Spencer to round the corner.

The voice behind you laughs. “I dont think it’s you that should be making threats here, sweetheart.”

The click of a gun takes you out of your badass state of mind. You slowly turn around, clutching the strap of your bag, annoyed at yourself for putting your phone away. Back when you and Spencer were together, he helped teach you how to call him with your phone behind your back. But that’s useless now.

“What do you want?” You ask, your voice less sharp, more negotiable.

The man tilts his gun towards your hip. “Your bag, it looks pretty expensive, and I need a ticket out of here, fast.”

You shake your head and take a step back. “No, I cant. There’s nothing of value in there, just sentimental stuff. Please, go, I wont tell anyone I saw-“

He cuts you off. “BULLSHIT! Give me your fucking bag!”

You nod and hold your hands up. “Okay, okay, calm down, let’s do this slowly. Im going to pass you my bag, but please lower your gun so you dont accidentally shoot me.”

He scoffs, but lowers his gun as you hold your bag out to him.

…7:31

He reaches for your bag, the moment seeming to pass in slow motion, until you take your chance. You yank your bag back to your side and make a run for it, knowing Spencer cant be far, he’ll protect you. A gunshot sounds before you make it round the corner, and before you have time to process it, you’re lying on the sidewalk.

Spencer runs down the street, reaching you in a few steps. He sees the man running down the street, the way your hands are still clinging to your bag as you lie on your side, and he puts the pieces together in less than a second. Crouching at your side, he gently takes ahold of your face with shaking hands. He’s always been so careful with you, but now so more than ever. Your eyes are closed, but you smile in recognition.

“(Y/N), stay with me, please!” Spencer pleads desperately, tears already cascading down his face at a rapid rate.

His hands make quick work of taking both of yours in one of his, which he then presses to the bullet wound in your side, while his other hand reaches for his phone and holds it to his ear. His report to emergency services is brief but informative, done in less than 20 seconds, before his full attention is back on you.

“I-I cant lose you again, not like this! Please, dont go!” Spencer sobs, using his now free hand to carefully move your hair out of your face.

“There’s something for you…in my bag.” Your voice is so quiet, so weak, as the pool of blood grows beneath you.

Spencer’s free hand digs through your bag, ignoring the feeling of things he expects to be there, like your house keys, until he finds a small piece of paper that’s folded in half.

“Open it.” You whisper, opening your eyes as much as you can, an exhausted squint watching him as he unfolds the paper.

Just in case I didnt have the balls to tell you tonight-

Spencer shakes his head. “I dont need to read this, you can tell me once we’re at the hospital, after a nap, okay?” His voice is as soft as yours, weak in an entirely different sense.

You smile up at him. “Even if that’s what happens next…I want you to read it. Didnt think I’d get to see your reaction to it, so I’ll take this chance. Please read it.”

Spencer sniffles and nods, reflecting your smile. “For you? Anything.”

He unfolds the paper again.

Just in case I didnt have the balls to tell you tonight, I still love you, Spence. I always have, and always will.

Spencer’s chin wobbles as fresh tears with an entirely different meaning fill his eyes. He doesnt waste another opportunity to verbally reciprocate feelings, and he clears his throat.

“I love you too, (Y/N). Always have, always will.” His voice is hoarse and shaky.

You grin up at him with everything you have, moving one of your hands away from your wound, Spencer having to loosen his hold on your hands in order to let you go. You lift your bloody hand to his cheek and he holds it there, nuzzling into your palm, neither of you caring about getting your blood on his face.

“Nice tie.”

Spencer parts his lips to reply, to tell you that you look beautiful in the dress he’d noticed you wearing as soon as he saw you, but your eyes flutter closed. He hadnt noticed just how big the pool of blood had gotten, it’s soaked through the knees of his suit trousers. His shaking hand goes to your neck, his fingers checking your pulse, desperate to detect any sign of life. But he doesnt feel anything. Except he does, he feels every aspect of his very being shatter, leaving him a shaking, sobbing mess. The gentle smile stays on your face, blue lights from the ambulance casting a glow on your beautiful face that makes you look even less alive. But Spencer doesnt hear the sirens, not over his own agonising screams. You are gone. If he had just walked around that corner, if he hadnt been so caught up in making a good impression on someone he already knew, he could have saved you. Or he could have taken your place. He’s without you, again, but this time in the worst way possible.

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid imagine #imagine #imagines #x reader #criminal minds #fanfic #fanfiction #headcannon #Spotify

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thesilentlands · 7 months

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Chapter 7+: Volts Upgrade

-dont worry, if he does anything bad to you let me know.

Volt could only reply with a simple "OK" before his message systems where blocked by the block chip. The chip also blocked his ability to move so hes completly imobile now only able to see and speak.

Volt then was placed on a harness and he waited for something.

-Hello? - he spoke out in a scared and confused static voice, then Frank came in to the room, wearing a diffrent shirt and a diffrent robotic arm.

-hello volt - Frank said in a calm voice, slowly aproching a table where verious mechanic tools where located

-why are you doing, this? To me? -

-listen buddy since you guys moved hire i wanne do a good thing by cheaking you out-

-but but you cant, youll wont like what youll find-

-bealive me, i find many bad things inside bots that where traveling for a long while-

-but um UM-

-you dont have to worry about anything Volt- he said, walking twards Volt with a mear chair

Frank then removed Volts forgead plate and pulled out his "brain", this was a pretty tipical thing to do, but Volt was nerwous.

-are you gonna kill me?- he asked

-why of course not, your not ready for salvage yet, hehe..-

-...-

-i think i know why your worried-

-whats that?-

-your from a bunker, arent you?-

-?!- Volt was shoked at what he heard -How you know???-

-well i know that your kind of model orginated from bunkers, plus your main chip is inscribe with bunker numerals-

-huh, so you knew from start?-

-yup, but i was kinda suprised when i first saw you walking on two legs-

-weard habit of mine-

-alright im gonna upgrade your system now, and maybe do some modification to improve you, your gonna black out-

-fine, alright, just do it-

As Volt said Frank did, Volt now couldnt see, hear or feel anything, he was completly surounded by darkness. Frank took some time wail reparing Volt, his systems where old and really out dated, he took 4 hours repeplacing, updating and modifing Volt. When frank was finished he removed the block chip and waited untill Volt woke up

Volt waited untill all his limbs where usable then he woke up, he looked around and saw Frank working at his desk, he then barked in a much better voice, he was suprised by this. Then Frank looked back at him and let him off his harness.

-soo, how do you feel?- Frank asked

-it feels odd, i can see everything better and my voice is better, im better-

-yeah bud, ive replaced your voice box with a new one, updated your system, and ive also removed your upper mouth plate where your lens was-

-wheres the plate now-

-dont worry, ive put it in on the top of the shelf, you know its risky-

-right, what else have you done to me?-

-alright, go to that mirror over there- he points at a mirror

Volt walks over to the mirror and looks at him self, he notised that at the bolts that hold his jaw there where a sturdey pieace of wire sticking out.

-did you broke me??-

-no no, just open your mouth and youll see-

Volt slowly opened his jaw and the wire was starting to split into many more and then a holo projection with a faint yellow color appered.

-wo!-

-yeah i had a spare part that did this, when you scream youll then flash band someone your faceing, so be carefull-

-ok! Anything else?-

-ive instaled some small solar panels on your back-

-nice, anything else-

-thats all volt, you can leave now if you what-

-Frank?-

-yeah?-

-would you like to know something, i can anwer it-

-uhh, let me think... To who did you give the lens? If there was a lens in the first plac--

-to mike, he found me in my weakest and helped me, so i repayed him-

-alright then, thanks for shareing that-

-you wont tell anyone?-

-i wont, i promise-

-alright, ill be leaving now-

-later bud, see you in the morning-

Then Volt left, he was suprised and kinda happy that people dont judge him nor mike, he then went up stairs, quietly to not disturb the other, he walked up to the door and he could her Micheal and Vanessa talk.

He chose to not disturb them, he returned down stairs and layed on the couth he then entered his sleeping mode and sleep the night away, happy that he didnt need to hide his orgins

#story #digital art #art #the silent lands

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hollisofficial · 10 months

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hey that ask game? 3. or 8. 22 i think. fr either metalocalypse or strek. sar tek.

answering this as midnight lets go boner squad

also doign this for my tootsit baby girl SAR TEK becuasr i think if i did this for mtl my brain would melt out my ear

3. screenshot or description of the worst take you've seen on tumblr

not necessarily a single take bt i despise any jokes about scotty being in love with the enterprise . UNLESS. you are 100% serious in that case objecto win and love and peace kn planet earth for one thousand one million years. if NOT. and youre just doing it to be funny like LOL scotty doesnt rly have anyone to ship him with (OBJECTIVELY WRONG) ship him with the ship LOL or like LOL he loves the ship maybe like ACTUALLY LOL #ENGINE idfk . i wont to beat your head in until it looks like a crumpled little tin can . i think you shoufl be forced to go back to the coal mines of the facebook meme pages because youre literally the most unfunny human being on the face of the planet and you deserve to be there. crumple and cry. cease and desist.

8. common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about

im gunna say it . i dont care about spocks stupid little being in heat episode. i dont care if being in gay with his captain fixed him. i get it or whatever oooooohhhh it was so gay look how gay this episode was . i dont car. city on the edge of forever means 20000x more to me.

this isnt even like an opinion. i dont even know what the opinion is here. ig that it was good . i think it was overblown.

22. your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores

ok sponer nation. hello.

i am NOT going to be able to articulate this correctly but like the fact that bones isnt afraid to apologize to spock and that the two of them obviously have boundaries set + know when crossing the line is crossing the line ect . like i feel like its so easy to just say 'bones n spock torment/heckle/whatever eachother' and to just have bones be some sarcastic dick all the time but hes not!!!!! him and spocks relationship goes so much deeper than just auogh they jsut poke fun at eachother . THERES COMPLEXITIES. THERES MIRRORS. bones is such more character than just sanded down to doctor guy who argues with spock and third wheels spock and jims relationship. you all are so wrong and bones literally has helped spock come to terms w his human side JUST AS MUCH IF NOT MORE ‼️‼️ as kirk has.

#ask #bugsmoocher #TY FRANKEI #me love my starteke

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breakingfenrirschains · 2 years

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TW weight gain, body dysmorphia, no talk of WL or IWL, no numbers

Good morning. My wife is asleep currently so I slipped away to write as I am wont to do. She’s on vacation from work this week and for once has slept in later than me. She usually wakes up at her normal work time on vacation and is bored until I wake up. It’s a point of contention between her and her brain, but she’s asleep for now, so I’ll at least start it.

I want to talk about a couple Mom Talks I’ve had with Angrboda the last couple days. These are the kind of Talks I’ve tried to have with my daughter over the years but have no blueprint for. I’m being corrected. I have had many successful Mom Talks with my daughter over the years, but these two are things I’ve never been able to express to her: why her body is ok the way it is, and how to love a whole person.

For context on that first talk, I’ve struggled with body image issues for a while since being on a medication that made me gain a significant amount of weight. I had top surgery in November which helped with the dysphoria but compounded the dysmorphia bc now my weight is disproportionate on my body.

So, that being said, I was taking a shower, mmmm, Friday, I think. The day after I had cried with Angrboda. So there’s a big mirror over the sink directly across from the shower and I often get undressed or dressed and look at my body in the mirror and try to convince myself to love my body. I look at all the things I like, but usually mostly see the things I don’t. I don’t generally turn away from the mirror feeling better about myself, but I kept trying bc I didn’t know how to fall in love with myself. Angrboda taught me.

This time I was naked, standing in front of the mirror, trying to see the beauty and not being able to find it. This particular moment I was looking at my face which had become round and trying not to wish it was more angular. Angrboda seem to speak from over my shoulder as if she were looking into the mirror with me. She said, what’s the reality of your face? I said I didn’t understand and she repeated herself, tell me the reality your face. I thought for a second and said, “It’s round.” She said good, now tell me the reality of your chest. I thought for a moment and said that my scars were a purplish color which was bothering me and that one nipple didn’t heal very well. She said, no tell me the reality of it, not your opinion. I thought again and said, It’s flat and I have scars.

She said good, now your stomach, and that’s where I got hung up, y’all, because that is the point of most of my dysmorphia. I gave several answers and she just said no, and repeated herself. Tell me the *reality* of your stomach. After another long thought I finally said, “I have a protruding stomach.” And I felt her smile and she said, “Yes, what else has a protruding stomach?” I said the first thing to come to my mind, which was, “Pigs!” I smiled bc I thought I was being silly, but she said, “And you love pigs, don’t you?” And boy do I ever. I’ve been trying to get my wife to let me have a pig since we moved into our house more that 5 years ago now. (That answer is an unwavering no)

She said, “Good, what else?” I was like ok, well I’ll play along and said, cows, then horses, then very fat donkeys and was laughing at that point and I just felt such WARMTH from her, y’all. And then she hit hit me with it: “So why are humans different?” I stared at my stomach in the mirror for a good while and then said, “Because people tell us that our stomachs are supposed to be flat.” She said, “Because people in power manipulate the expectations of society. Now look at your body again and see the places were abuse of power has told you something is wrong with it.” And I did.

Y’all it was like I was seeing myself for the first time. My face is round and you can can see the weight around my face. It’s round. It’s not bad. I’m told faces and necks are supposed to be lean and makeuped and contoured. Actually, I kinda like it. I’m cute.

My chest, it’s flat. Finally since puberty my chest is flat. There’s even abusive standards for trans bodies. We’re all supposed to look like Elliot Page. Lean bodies, perfectly flat chests, no dog ears, perfectly shaped nipples. (Not throwing shade at Elliot Page here. I absolutely adore them. Hard Candy anyone?) My nipples are shaped differently. I have dog ears. My scars are bright purple. There’s nothing wrong with that. Abusive power standards tell me that it should be so. That I should get tattooing and do scar care and get revisions but… I actually kinda like my chest. I like that it tells *my* story.

And then I got to my stomach. And I smiled. And then I laughed. I laughed and laughed and had to sit down on the side of the bathtub. There was nothing. Nothing wrong with my body. There was only power that told me there should be.

She said, “Every fear comes back to an abuse of power. I want you to think of that every time you look in the mirror and you see something you don’t like. It all comes back to power.”

When I tell you all that I was blown away, I was blown away. There are a few other parts that I don’t feel comfortable sharing publicly, at least not yet, but I do want to say that I reconnected with the amazing feelings of being pregnant. I know there’s thing whole thing about You earned those tiger stripes! You’re beautiful because your body created life! Celebrate your body! And it’s totally legit if that empowers you, but it’s always fallen short for me. So I’m saying this was not a matter of radical self acceptance. It was about reconnecting.

I loved being pregnant. The beautiful, nasty lot of it. I’ve often said that I’d like to be pregnant again, but I didn’t actually want another baby. One and done. Thank you very much. Well sitting on the side of the tub, running my hands over my body, I was hit with this OVERwhelming urge to have another baby. In fact I even texted two of my friends to tell them and ask if I was totally crazy. But that wasn’t even really what was happening.

When I was pregnant, it was in a very traumatic situation and the trauma didn’t stop after she was born. I was enjoying the THOUGHT of being pregnant, not the connection to the life inside of me. Not saying that I didn’t love my daughter, but I was also in a near constant state of dissociation through most of the pregnancy to some degree or another. I never got to really BE there with her. That’s what happened as I sat on the side of the tub. I got to BE there. It wasn’t really that I went back to that place, it was like that experience was brought to me in the present moment. I felt the enormity of creating life. I felt the utter beauty of carrying a burning light inside myself. I connected with that light. And in that moment, I connected to my daughter, even though she was at the time on the other side of the country, in a way and on a level that I never have before.

See, as parents, we have to be trauma breakers for our children. My mother taught me how to hate my body by setting that example in her own body as far back as I can remember. My mother handed down loads of generational trauma, not to mention piling on a ton of new trauma and I decided from the moment I found out that I was pregnant that I was going to give my daughter a better life than I had. And I have. And I connect with her over and over and deeper and deeper as time goes by. I’m honest. She knows the circumstances with her father. She knows what I went through and came out of. She knows that she saved my life and every day she wakes up, she saves my life again, not because she has a burden to bare. No way. Not at all. My healing is not on her. She saves my life because she taught me to love.

My daughter has taught me things about love I didn’t even know existed and she needs to know the absolute ferocity of that love. She needs to know that in my eyes, she hangs the stars. And she ABSOLUTELY needs to know that there is nothing ever possible that will change that. She needs to know that mistakes don’t make her a bad person. They just make her a person. She needs to know that my love for her is unshakable. And she needs to see it in action. All the I love you’s in the world don’t mean a thing if I don’t love her *through* life, all the ups and downs. She needs to see me stand by her when she breaks rules or throws tantrums or disappoints me. She needs to SEE my love as much as she needs to hear it. That’s what it means to be a cycle-breaker.

So I was going to go into the other Mom Talk, but damn this really took on a whole life of it’s own that I wasn’t expecting. But maybe that’s as it should be. I imagine Angrboda can teach us to be cycle breakers for our own children. After all, she has never abandoned them and will rise up with them at the end of the world. (That’s a bit my UPG, but it’s my blog so) So let us learn the lessons of ferocious love from the warrior who gave birth to those the world turned their backs on. And may we learn to love ourselves that way, too.

#angrboda #Lokean #norse paganism #norse deities #heathery #norse loki #norse mythology #body positive #motherhood #parenting #generational trauma #generational curses #breaking cycles #cycle breaker

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myapathyhaspeaked · 2 years

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having a small existential crisis because, like, i would describe myself as a nondysphoric agender person. like i dont feel bad being referred to as my agab, since its not like im specifically something else and my preferred idea of gender expression is looking how i want (pretty androgynous) and have people choose how to address me off of vibes. basically im ok being called anything and my body, clothes, voice, and other features dont bother me, i just get euphoria when they match up with what feels like me.

but then ill have times when i look in the mirror and its not like i feel like its not same person or it hurts to look at myself, which im told dysphoria feels like, but i feel disappointed (ig, closest i can explain it) and a sort of urge to fix myself (ill try to get my hair to look less femme and look at myself at angles that make me look more masc, honestly the vibe it matches is the feeling you get when you open the fridge and cant find what you want and realise youll have to wait until shopping to get it.

and sometimes ill cry cus ill have my nighttime spiral and think about the fact that i most likely wont be able to present how i want anytime soon and people will probably see me as nothing other than my agab, and a lot of the time i start telling myself ill never be completely happy because ill never be myself. and i get upset that i cant tell my friends, like one group has two enbies but i feel like i wont be believed for some reason, like they might think im copying them, especially since im nondysphoric i think, and the other group is in the advanced program with me (and my brother and his friends) and im scared that theyll use pronouns that dont match my agab and that one of my brothers friends will overhear (and out me to my brother) or a teacher will and might have a hissy and out me to my parents.

and im kinda just wondering if this is dysphoria? like some part of it ive never heard talked about online. idk feel free to tell me im genuinely wondering cus it feels different then how ive seen dysphoria described but im feeling bad because of my gender so?

#trans #agender #lgbt

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thisbetterbeavalibleorsohelpme · 7 months

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hey i can tell the void about my ocs and their stories

and it won't care

i love the void

OK i can't draw and i will go into detail about what they look like you have been warned also they probably wont make sense as this is just a way to get them out of my brain to free up room for more things

tw: mentions of kidnapping, suicidal thoughts, sh, death, ptsd, control obsession just a mention, doesn't go into detail, jail, sorry if i didn't get them all

Galileo - Science experiment. Part air genasi, part mutant turtle. (to be fair, the creator wasn't insane. he just wanted to know what would happen if he mixed two species.) has "siblings" (as in other creatures from the creator) but isn't actively looking for them. spent the first 9 (nine) years of his life in a small village as the assistant of an entertainer. Knows how to dance, sing and play the pan flute. Was re-kidnapped at age 10 (ten) and spent five years trying to be free of the creator. finally was sent away by him to another dimension. found a mystic city full of yokais and other creatures. got a job as an entertainer/cook at a pizza restaurant. calls the owner tío and learned Spanish from him. 15 (fifteen) years old and became friends with four brothers and their older sister. saves the world from an alien species.

Not Good Things - has anxiety and ptsd. the creator was never nice. sh as a coping mechanism. adrenaline junkie. addicted to freedom. needs control over himself. extremely good at hiding feelings and suffering.

Good Things - optimistic, happy-go-lucky. able to read people like a good. intelligent in book smarts, street smarts and social smarts. creativity is like breathing to him. really sharped-minded and witty. jumps up & down, rocks side to side and flaps hands/fists when happy. knows english, spanish and sign language.

Random Things - Ravenclaw, INFJ, Autism & ADHD. Aroace.

Looks - Dark turquoise skin. cloud hair but usually has it all shaved off so he's bald (insecurities about the cloud) light blue freckles all over face. green eyes. doe pretty. white hair. when he gets scars, turns sky blue. five feet tall. muscular-slim build. has a "shell" that's more like a mix of bone and skin. (think softshell.) plastron & shell a really, really dark blue. so navy blue it's almost black. three fingers & toes. snout (where r his ears? we will never know.) never not wearing socks or shoes. wears either a black tank top or black long sleeve underneath a white t shirt. blue jeans. light blue checkered vans or nike high tops. carries a crossover leather bag. pan flute around neck. colourful bracelets. cyan cheeks (instead of rosy cheeks.) almost always smiling. eyes turn stormy when mad. has red stripes almost like scars on eyes, two yellow stripes from above mouth to collarbone.

Characteristics - can go into shell and does when scared. can hold breath for up to 1 hour. super fast swimmer. really likes fruits. chirps & chirrs when happy. can't walk by a mirror without checking and fixing appearance. messy, but insists it's organized chaos. calls everyone by a pet name. would rather die than wear a jacket. has terrible posture. carries around a comfort stuffed animal but never admits it. always late. constantly cracking knuckles. extremely clumsy. laughs at everything. even stuff he doesn't want to laugh at.

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Newton - Astral Elf. grew up poor. mother died because she couldn't afford the proper medicine for her sickness. now works to discover all natural remedies and gives them to those in need. steals from the rich and gives to the poor. suffered through jail. now knows how to be more careful. teen years on the street. now 30 (thirty) and working in a mystic city. charges rich people for medicine and negotiates to those who can't afford the full price. saves world from alien species.

Not Good Things - Always thinking like he'll never have enough, yet rations everything because he's always waiting for the next moment of poverty. ptsd from seeing his mother die.

Good Things - Only wears mismatched socks. really likes warm summer days. very confident. good at finances and persuasion. able to immediately tell when someone is lying. insanely good sense of smell and eyesight, observant. always wearing lots of layers in case a friend gets cold. solely writes in cursive writing. good with children. plays piano.

Random Things - Hufflepuff, ISTP, Demiboy.

Looks - Black hair. royal purple, black and royal blue skin. looks like a galaxy. hair down to elbows. has the Cygnus constellation on his back. six feet and one inch tall. pointy ears, as long as his hand. purple eyes. no pupils. (at least, not any you can see.) burn marks on hands and arms. shaky hands. wears a leather skirt with two slits for running/fighting. light brown baggy pants underneath. dark red baggy shirt with a hood, tucked in with leather arm wraps on forearms. light brown belt. sword holster.

Characteristics - walks really fast. always has a sodapop on hand. keeps on trying to make handshakes with people but forgets them. paints when stressed. never wears shoes without socks. doesn't wear patterned clothes. plant dad and names all his plants. never does any dares. pessimist. tsundere. refuses to drink anything with ice in it. cannot, for the life on him, pronounce "electrical." sneezes extremely loud. must be holding a cup in order to feel comfortable talking to strangers.

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Ok ok- don’t judge me but get this- College AU, Where Ereh and his friends all go to a nearby maid cafe and turns out his s/o works there, and his s/o is wearing a EXTREMELY short maid outfit and she starts to flirt with Eren’s friends, and basically Eren had enough and dragged his s/o to a bathroom stall, and fucked them calling y/n their little slut, etc. and fucked them so hard they couldn’t work the rest of the day- BYE- 🏃🏻‍♀️ 💨 🚪

maid cafe

a/n: i would never judge you for this???? your mind is incredible and this idea has corrupted my brain for days,, please send more of your wonderful ideas to my inbox. and please let me know what u think bc i truly hope i did u proud

eren yeager x female maid cafe!reader

synopsis: eren and his friends go to a maid cafe and his new girlfriend is their waitress — so he drags her to the bathroom and makes sure she knows who she belongs to

tags/warnings: smut, dom/sub, degrading, mild humiliation, mirror sex, public sex, mentions of drug use

word count: 3.4k

“hey, we should check out that maid cafe downtown. i heard the waitresses are fine,” jean smirked as he proposed the idea, passing a blunt he’d just finished rolling over to eren.

eren graciously accepted the weed, but clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes at jean’s new idea for their friday night. a maid cafe wasn’t particularly up his alley -- he’d just started dating you a few weeks ago and didn’t have any interest in drooling over other women all night. but he was bored and if everyone else wanted to go, he supposed he’d tag along too.

“hell yeah, pretty girls in short skirts sounds good to me,” connie jived, a giddy smile on his face as he blew out some smoke from his own blunt.

“don’t you think that kind of place is a little disrespectful, guys? we shouldn’t view women as-”

“you’re too uptight armin, maybe we can find a nice girl to suck you off and loosen you up a little bit” jean laughed and cut him off as the blonde boy continued to give his immature friends a disapproving look.

“whatever i’m in, just let me finish this first,” eren held up his blunt and took another long drag, “i wont be able to stand you assholes all night if im not high”.

the four of them hung around their shared four-bedroom college apartment a little longer, finishing up their smoke sesh and flinging half-assed insults at one another. the sky was already getting dusky by the time they actually left and were walking through the small, bustling town surrounding their campus. the cafe wasn’t too far, maybe a thirty minute walk, but it was a beautiful spring night and shit, gas is expensive.

armin’s face was horribly flushed when they finally arrived and entered the front door, the poor boy completely unable to even make eye contact with the hostess standing in front of them. his shyness earned him a swift elbow from eren — his way of telling the blonde boy to relax a little bit.

the young hostess spoke to them in a sing-song tone, her hair perfectly curled to frame her face and her cheeks pink with blush. connie and jean completely ate up everything she was doing, gawking at her like a bunch of losers who hadn’t gotten laid in way too long — which is exactly what they were. eren was almost relieved when she finally sat them at a table and walked away, because he couldn’t stand to listen to jeans' horrendous attempt at flirting any longer.

everything on the menu had cute names that matched the theme of the cafe, and while eren and armin browsed the options, connie and jean continued to whisper about the different waitresses and which one they hoped they got.

as for you, it had been a pretty uneventful night, normal customers and nothing too crazy — that was until you walked up to the newest table you were assigned and saw your boyfriend and his friends sitting around the booth. eren and you hadn’t been dating all that long, a few weeks at most, and you hadn’t even met any of these friends yet. anxiety began to pool in your chest, but you tried your best to put on your best voice and greet them like they were any other table — after all, eren was staring so intently at the menu that he hadn't even noticed you yet.

“welcome home, masters! can i get any drinks for you?” you push your voice up to a high octave and make sure to draw out the word masters — it was the opening line that every waitress was required to use by the cafe.

two of the four boys are ogling at you so intensely that they might as well have drool hanging off their desperate lips. a third boy is keeping his eyes fixated on the table as if he doesn’t want to look at you — which is something you’re not quite used to. and eren is staring at you with his mouth gaping open, which he quickly shuts before any of his friends can notice.

he decided to sit back and watch, an amused look on his face as you continue to flaunt your extra-girly facade. he decides that now isn’t a great time for introductions to his bonehead friends — plus he knows you’re nothing like this in real life, so it’s entertaining to watch you act so out of character.

not to mention you look hot as fuck in your skimpy maid outfit — the tight corset-like top hugged your breasts perfectly and your skirt was so short he could practically see the base of your ass cheeks. he could definitely get used to seeing you like this.

but his amusement quickly started to fade as connie and jean shamelessly showered you in compliments and flirted with you like their lives depended on it. and what makes it worse is you’re playing along — he gets that it’s your job but still, can’t you just tell them to shut the fuck up?

he shoots the two idiots across from him a dirty look as soon as you walk away, “hey dumbasses, cut the girl a break”.

“hey man, i didn't hear you call dibs or anything,” connie raised an eyebrow at him.

“yeah dude, we’re just fucking around, chill,” jean added, a light laugh hanging off his last word.

eren couldn’t do anything but roll his eyes in response. he didn’t want to outright expose your relationship yet but he wouldn’t be able sit here and watch this all night either.

his blood was practically boiling when you returned with a tray full of their drinks. connie and jean turned their charms right back on for you, and fuck, if he had to hear you call them “master” one more time he was gonna lose his mind.

“armin get the fuck out of the booth,” he glared at the blonde boy, practically pushing him out of the booth so he could get to you.

armin yet out a small yelp, clambering out of his seat and letting eren climb out after him. the dark haired boy gave you the sweetest smile, but his eyes were lit up like flames.

“hey, mind showing me where the bathrooms are?”

you find yourself frozen in place for just a second, but quickly recover and give him a quick “of course master, follow me!”

the two of you walk to the bathroom in silence, but you can practically feel the heat radiating off of eren.

when you reached the restrooms you opened the door for him and bowed your head, but he grabbed your wrist and yanked you inside behind him, earning a small yelp from you. you noticed him snap the lock down behind him, and before you could even question his motives you were backed into a wall with his lips working roughly against yours.

“so this is what you do all day? walk around with your ass hanging out while calling people master?” he growled in your ear while moving down towards your neck and placing violent kisses along the sensitive skin.

“i- ah- if it bothers you-“ you breath out between gasps, your hands pressed defensively to his chest, “god, you reek of pot, eren”.

“no, it doesn't bother me, i love watching you flirt with other men. but let me remind you who you actually belong to now,” he murmured, voice dripping with sarcasm as he nibbled up to your ear and his hands fondled with the zipper at the back of your uniform.

“eren!” a strangled yelp leapt from your throat as he unzipped you and let your costume fall around your ankles.

for a second you thought about trying to stop him, but his hot lips against your cool skin was starting to win you over. your neck was undoubtedly covered in bruised love marks now, your skin aching in the most beautiful way.

“take it all off,” he mumbled into your ear as he snapped the strap of your bra against your skin.

“we’re in a bathroom eren, i don’t-“ you tried to reason with him, but any inkling of a rational thought was long gone from his mind.

“what’s with all the protests? you had no problem following orders when my friends were the ones giving them,” he cocked an eyebrow at you and lifted his loose shirt over his head in one swift motion.

you could have retorted or made a jab back at him, but your attention was caught up in the perfect lines of eren’s physique. between the sculpted curves of each of his muscles, his dark hair tied in a loose knot at the base of his neck, and the evil smirk across his lips, you were rendered indefensible. everything about eren was so intoxicating, and the idea of letting him have his way with you right now, in this bathroom, was starting to sound less and less like a bad idea. you weren’t sure how long you’d been staring and admiring when his lusty voice filled your ears again.

“did you forget how to use that pretty mouth of yours? i’m sure i can give you a little refresher,” he faked a frown and pointed to the floor with his index finger.

without a shred of reluctance you sunk to his feet. he had you in a state of utter compliance now, and all he had to do was mutter a few arrogant words and take off his shirt — you were almost ashamed, almost.

after a few smooth movements of his fingers against the drawstrings of his sweats, the tip of his member was hanging mere centimeters from your face. you glanced up at him with giant eyes as he stared down at you with his clouded ones. between his raging hunger for your body and the high that was still clouding his mind, there wasn't a single coherent thought in eren’s head other than the way your lips would feel wrapped around his cock.

“open up, princess. if you wanna act like a slut, i’ll treat you like one,” he grabbed the back of your head and forced it forward.

your lips parted without even thinking, and he thrusted his full length down your throat without any warning. you were left coughing and sputtering, the walls of your throat constricting against his cock and sending a few curses from his lips.

he slowed down slightly after that, but kept a steady pace as he mouth-fucked you until tears were leaking down your cheeks. you were gagging and coughing and your face was stained with salty saline but you loved every second of it. his head rolled back as raspy grunts fell from between his teeth, his fist tightening at your scalp.

after he thought you’d finally had enough he pulled back and released your hair from his steel grip. his cock was aching now, coated in a thick layer of your sticky saliva and yearning for more.

“get on the counter,” he ordered, and you scrambled to your feet in a way that was embarrassingly desperate.

you boosted yourself up onto the cool countertop, positioned perfectly between two sinks and leaning back against the mirror. eren placed a firm grip on each of your legs, shoving them open and snickering at the slick patch of fabric between your thighs.

“you like being treated like a whore, don’t you?” he clicked his tongue off the roof of his mouth and reached down at your panties before yanking them off in one fell swoop.

he squatted down so his face was level with your cunt, sticking out his tongue and dragging it up to your clit with antagonizing slowness. he moved the warm muscle up and down, sliding it between your folds and in circles around your clit — but his tongue was just barely making contact. and every time you bucked your hips towards him, begging and yearning for just a little more he’d pull his head back and click his tongue at you.

you were aching, leaking, and so incredibly needy for him and he knew it. he’d transformed you into the crumpled mess laying before him in a matter of minutes, and he was very proud of it.

“i’d start begging if i were you, or i’ll leave you here like this — a stupid broken slut with no one to fuck her,” he stood up and cocked his head to the side before beginning to tease your entrance with a single finger.

“ah- eren, please! i’ll do whatever you want,” you whimpered at him, a pitiful look on your face.

“eren? you know you’re not supposed to call customers by their name here,” he shook his head, “you’ll have to do better than that”.

“please- master, use me however you want. just please fuck me already”.

that seemed to suffice for eren, because after that it didn’t take long for him to shealth himself inside you and have your sweaty back slamming into the glass mirror behind you. strangled moans and pitiful whimpers slipped from between your lips, your eyes rolling back into your head in complete bliss. he’d teased and tormented you for so long that the sudden intense stimulation was almost too much.

he fucked himself into you so hard you thought you might break — your legs ached and your back hurt from awkwardly leaning into the mirror. but those feelings were quickly pushed to the back of your head because the overwhelming pleasure was so forceful that you could barely focus on anything else. eren’s length was grinding deep into your aching caverns so good that it was completely clouding your brain.

you let out a stifled gasp when he abruptly pulled out, leaving you feeling empty and aching for more.

“why-,” your voice was so destitute and so, so desperate.

“shut up and stand in front of me,” he commanded, pulling you off the counter and twisting you so you were facing the bathroom mirror.

“look at yourself in the mirror and watch me fuck you,” he practically snarled, placing a palm on your back and pushing your chest down against the counter, “look at how much of a slut you are for me”.

the only response that came out of your mouth was a tiny whine of acceptance — it was pathetic.

a breathy moan fell from your lips as he slid back in, and your cheeks blushed a dark shade of red as you watched yourself get fucked from behind. it was embarrassing, humiliating even, having to see yourself like this, but what made it even worse was that you fucking liked it.

“look at yourself,” he nodded towards the mirror, picking up his pace and tightening his grip on your hips, “just a dumb whore who’s good for nothing but taking orders from other people”.

“only- you!” you let out a strangled yelp.

“what was that? i don’t think i heard you,” he thrusted hard, reaching deeper than he had the entire time and then leaning over your back so his head was positioned right next to yours.

“say it again,” he murmured, burning holes through your eyes with how intensely he was staring at you in the mirror.

“i’m a dumb whore, but only for- you,” you repeated, squirming and whining at the painful pleasure he was forcing into you.

“that’s right,” he flashed you a satisfied grin, standing back up and resuming his original pace.

the sudden shift had you clawing at the smooth countertops — desperately wishing you had a pillow or sheet to grasp onto for some kind of support. you flinched when you felt a couple of his cool fingertips find your clit, immediately rubbing hasty circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves.

“i want you to come for me,” he locked eyes with you in the mirror again, “and i want you to think about how i’m the only one who will ever make you feel this good the entire time”.

his words were harsh but they sounded like honey when they flowed through your pathetically devoted ears. between his consistent thrusts and the pads of his fingers working their magic, you were a pitiful mess of whimpers and moans in a matter of minutes. your body twitching and legs shaking as you mumbled his name over and over — it was the only word your brain could comprehend right now.

seeing you like that nearly pushed eren over the edge himself, but he forced himself to last a little longer, wanting to milk your orgasm for everything that it was. he was genuine when he said no one else would ever make you feel the way he could — your head was spinning and your body was on a high that felt like it would never end.

only once your body finally fell limp and tired, signifying that your climax had ended, did he pull out and spray his seed all over your exposed back. you were a sticky, sweaty mess and your legs didn’t have the strength to stand even after eren was done coming down from his own high.

your face was buried in your arms when you felt a wet paper towel cleaning up the mess of semen off your back. eren tossed the towel into the garbage and wrapped his arms under your torso so he could help your pitiful self stand up. you let out a few pained whimpers, stumbling into his arms and wrapping your hands around his neck.

“that bad, huh? how are you gonna go back out there and work for all your masters? i’m sure they’re waiting,” he smirked at you, and there was no sympathy in his voice.

“i- i don’t think i can,” you whined, clinging to him as your legs continued to shake underneath you.

eren shook his head and clicked his tongue, helping you over to your clothes and assisting you with getting back into your uniform. even after getting dressed your legs refused to work — you were a shaky, stumbling mess. you sat in a pitiful heap against the tiled wall while you watched eren get his own clothes back on.

“i think you might need a new job,” he snickered, squatting down and lifting you onto his back once he was dressed.

you graciously climbed onto his back, arms wrapping around his neck and burying your face into his neck, “yeah, yeah i’ll get a new job”.

“good idea, because everyone’s about to see how pathetic you are as we walk through the cafe,” he wrapped his arms back under your backside to support your weight.

“there’s a back exit right down the hall, please take that one,” you begged, “please”.

“well. since you asked so nicely and did so well i guess you deserve that,” he complied, exiting the bathroom and following your directions to the back door.

but because you have the worst luck in the world, one of the cafe managers came walking right around the corner just as the two of you were about to leave. you buried your head deeper into eren’s neck, unbearable amounts of embarrassment and shame flooding your veins.

“hey man, she quits, sorry!” eren yelled and handled it for you, dashing out the back door before the manager could even comprehend what he’d just seen.

“thank you,” you mumbled into his shirt, and you were truly thankful that you didn’t have to speak for yourself in there.

“no problem, princess,” he adjusted one of his hands so he could squeeze your ass, making you jump against his back, “let’s head back to my house for round two, yeah?”

“r-round two?” you stuttered.

you could barely handle round one, and he was ready to go again? how!?

“i’m joking, relax. let’s go watch a movie or something,” he chuckled, hoisting you higher on his back and beginning your long walk back to his apartment.

you sighed and sunk into his back, that sounded nice. there was a huge difference in how eren acted earlier and how he was acting now, but you were a sucker for both personalities. you expected college to consist of classes and work and maybe a few new friends but meeting eren yeager was sure to make it a lot more interesting.

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NONE OF THIS WAS MEANT TO HAPPEN- PART 2

NATASHA ROMANOFF x BLACKWIDOW!READER

SUMMARY; After being apprehended by the Avengers and growing closer to Natasha, you let slip a secret she didn't know you knew. What happens when she realises you know the truth?

WARNINGS; mentions of abuse, swearing, previous suicide attempt, self harm, self doubt, mental health, smoking, drinking. sad natasha.

-PLEASE READ WITH CAUTION-

WORD COUNT; 4.5K

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“So you’re telling me Yelena lied?”

Natasha didn’t expect this. She hadn't heard that name for a while now, not since destroying the Red Room herself with the help from her but since then nothing but radio silence. She thought Yelena was too busy still trying to free other widows but she knew from finding you and helping you Yelena hadn't finished her mission yet. But she was confused at how you knew Yelena and still had her in your mind even through the torture of the mind control and manipulating you had experienced. She continued staring at you, she didn't know what to do or say to you.

“So was she lying or not Natasha?” your voice came through her ears making her refocus. Your voice sounded desperate to know the truth, you needed to know the truth.

“I don't know what you’re talking about y/n.” Nat knew she should tell the truth, why was she still hiding this part of her past from you, no one knew about the help she had received when destroying the red room but no one knew her as well as you. Only knowing each other for this short amount of time you both opened up in different ways, it was freeing for Natasha to see someone who went through the same pain as she did and it helped guide her in helping you. Knowing if she could help you it’d help herself, she still saw all the red in her ledger but she was determined to wipe it in hopes she could help you wipe yours. She knew how you felt about the terrible things you did under control and for all the years up until now. She knew you shared the same pain. Apart from you only had Natasha. Slowly growing more open with the team but Natasha had you AND the team, the team she had grown so close with over the years to now finally call her family. But still the lie fell from her lips like it was a simple song.

“You’re lying, I know you're lying and I don't understand why it's me Natasha!” your voice only grew louder the more frustrated you got.

“I still remember holding Yelena the day you managed to escape the Red Room, I remember her crying and having to keep her quiet at night so no one saw her and thought she was weak! She constantly fell asleep holding the only memory she had left of you. But it all stopped months after I was taken from her in my sleep being transferred to a new location! I remember mouthing to her ‘it’ll be ok, we will find eachother again’ but after that nothing. I cannot even remember how long ago that was now Natasha, the years after being put through the mind control barely anything feels real. It was all confusing at the time trying to work out who this girl was that I kept seeing in my dreams and anytime I asked them it would only end in a beating. I knew not to ask anymore. But I remember being sent on this mission to kill you Natasha! I remember after I finally woke up again and saw your face that this person in front of me will help because my friend never gave up hope in you! It was like all I could see was Yelena and this random blue haired girl!”

“I'm not lying. I don't know who or what you're talking about!” another lie, slipping past her lips like it was nothing. Her lies only fueled you with more anger and frustration. Her face just stayed staring at you like she was trying to burn the lie into your head. You thought you knew her, but the person who was standing in front of you now lying was most definitely not the same person you shared a kiss with only moments ago.

“You said I could trust you Natasha. You might be able to get away with lying to the team but you're forgetting we were taught to lie by the same people. I can see straight through you.” your voice hit back at her laced with venom, she could see the disappointment in your eyes. You slowly turned to leave, you couldn't stand here with her right now knowing she was lying. How could she lie to you after everything she has helped you with over the last few months. You thought you loved her, you thought she might have loved you. You got off the bed and walked towards the door, you couldn't be here right now.

“Y/n/n wait.” she grabbed your wrist, stopping you from reaching the door, the same wrist that was littered in a big scar from the time you woke up. Her touch burnt, all she received from you was a flinch and you pulling your wrist from her touch.

“Don't you dare fucking touch me Natalia! Only moments ago I thought I finally had someone I could trust, someone who would keep me safe. But now all I see is the Black fucking Widow stood infront of me. So no Natalia, I won't wait. I won't stand here while you lie to me straight through your teeth. I wont stand here while you tell me you don't know who or what i’m talking about when I held that some person for months through her fucking tears because her so called sister left without her! I picked up the pieces you fucking ruined and now you expect me to stand here and think that you're telling me the truth and Yelena lied all those years? You expect me to think the voice in my head the day I woke up after I slit my wrist wide open telling me to trust you is fucking lying? Because if it was lying I wish, I fucking wish I let myself bleed out right then and there.” You knew you hit her then, like your voice was so loud filling the room like it was pounding in her ears. She knew you were right that it wasn’t her standing in front of you but was the Black Widow trying to manipulate her targets for information. Before she could even reply, the sound of the door slamming brought her back to focus. She quickly wiped her cheek as she felt the tears slowly falling from her eyes, not even remembering when she had started crying. Why did she lie? Why did she ruin the chances of you? Ruining your trust like it didn't take so much time to try and gain it? What had she done? Her and Yelena were ok now, they had worked on their differences and she had apologised for what had happened all the years ago but why wouldn't she tell you that? She knew Yelena held a grudge and hated her for leaving without her when they finally saw each other again but that wasn't the case now. Everything was different now and the main difference was Natasha finally realising that maybe she was falling for you and she had ruined all her chances in that becoming a reality. She needed to give you space, she knew that if she was to chase you now it would only make you more angry, she knew she needed to figure out how to talk to you and explain why she had done what she had done, until then she couldn't risk seeing you.

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It had been a week since your argument with Natasha. Nothing made sense to you. It was driving you crazy at how she lied to you like you were nothing to her, like you weren't the person she had spent nights laughing with over stupid movies and also crying too when talking about each other's pasts. You had only slept once since then, a few hours after your argument, you had finally made your way back to your room knowing she would have left. You felt exhausted, only moments before your argument you had woken up from a terrible nightmare to then being in the comfort of her arms, to then kissing her to then shouting. It was like the only thing your body wanted to do was sleep right then and there. When you woke up hours later looking at your clock did you see the time read 4am, you had slept for 12 hours and by that point you understood why.

-flashback-

You steadily got out of your bed still feeling disgusted from being in your gym clothes from the day before everything happened, you made your way to the shower knowing you needed to rid all this grime off of yourself. You stood still in the shower letting the water fall off your shoulders like it was the first time you had ever seen water before it felt relaxing. Letting yourself get lost in the feeling of it but still your mind grew to the thought of what it would be like if Natasha was standing behind you right now washing your hair, touching you so delicately like you could break from any sudden movement. It felt too overwhelming. You crumbled to your knees like your body could no longer hold your weight anymore, your tears getting lost within the water that was over your face. It felt like you couldn't breathe, you were trapped in a place with nobody you could trust. Your mind grew dark so quickly, like the only way to get out of this place was to reopen that wrist but she still lingered in your mind, the thought of her finding you on this shower floor was breaking you even more. Why were you still feeling this sympathy for her after everything that had happened. You couldn't do this you needed to get rid of this feeling inside, it felt like your body was on fire, you felt scared and it was something you hadn't felt for a few months now, you had felt safe in her presence to now feeling as if you would leave this room and pass out, you needed it gone. You scrambled up from your feet in a hurry trying to find anything in your bathroom for a release, you remembered Natasha had made sure anything you could hurt yourself with had been removed from your pending room after your incident. There was nothing in here you could even butter bread with, it only made you feel more anger towards her. You stopped looking, taking a deep breath and staring at yourself in the mirror, wiping your hand over the mirror to see yourself clearer due to the fog clinging to it. And that's when you realised this would do. Bringing your clenched fist up to pound into the mirror sending shards flying everywhere, thank god for your enhancements you thought, that brought a light chuckle out of you. Frantically picking a big enough shard off the floor and moving yourself to sit on the toilet you knew this would help. Blood came seeping out of each cut, dripping down your leg and running onto the floor, you knew you'd done enough. The pain you felt inside had felt like it had disappeared more and more after every cut. You moved back into the shower preparing yourself for the sharp stings of pain that would soon follow, washing yourself quickly and exiting your bathroom, closing the door and leaving it shut. You knew you’d had to clean up later but for now you dragged yourself back to your bed in hopes to sleep more even though you knew you wouldn’t.

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You sat on the balcony of the compound still trying to work out how and why this had happened, you hadn't seen her for a week, you knew people had grown suspicious as to why you weren't joint at her hip and instead was constantly wrapped in a blanket on the balcony. The only person to come over and talk to you was Wanda, you would never say much. Only asking her if she could get you some cigarettes from the shop and some vodka, you knew if she said no you could always just ask FRIDAY to get some delivered, but she always came back hours later with the two things you'd asked her for, you always sent her the softest smile with a quiet thank you and she would leave after that. You wondered if she knew she was feeding into your new addictions and a way to stop the pain coming forward. You wondered if you were taking advantage of her but still you never wondered to ask.

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You brought the cigarette up to your lips lighting it quickly, the feeling burning your throat and lungs as you slowly inhale the toxic chemicals it gives out, you had never smoked before this whole thing with Natasha, it wasn't until you had seen someone smoking in a movie did you grow curious of whole thing but now look, it was like you was a natural. Cigarette in one hand, half a bottle of vodka in the other, that is all you've done all week. You only moved from this spot to go to the toilet, not even bothering with food. It wasn't healthy and you knew that, you also knew this was a pathetic way of coping from everything with Natasha but it was helping.

A small cough is what brought you out of your train of thoughts, you looked up towards the door seeing her standing there. You hated how the first thing you thought was how beautiful she looked with the moonlight shining in just the right way. It made her eyes even more beautiful than they already were, you threw your head back to look at the trees across from you, no you needed to be angry at her.

“Smoking isn’t good for you, you know.” you wanted to chuckle at her but the hurt seeping through your veins was too much to deal with, gulping down the growing lump in your throat you continued smoking while staring. She sighed moving to sit opposite you so she constricted your view. You now sit facing her staring into her beautiful emerald orbs hoping the tears don't start to fall.

“I’m sorry” watching her slowly lowering her head after her words, her hands running through her hair, you're sure you heard a slight sniffle but you continued to stare, not caring to reply.

“Please say something, anything” she sounded so vulnerable, so small but you needed an explanation not just an apology. You go to speak but your tears are already threatening to fall so you turn your head to the side gulping down some vodka to ignore the pain.

“I'm not good at apologising, I'm even worse at talking about my past. I did lie. But I shouldn't have. I lied because I didn't want to remember what I did to her back then, the things I did in general back then.” you finally turned to look at her again slowly nodding for her to continue.

“Me and Yelena, we…errrr...we had a mission when we were young. Acting as sisters with two other agents as our parents. It was nice, you know, acting normal. I went from being in the Red Room, to a normal life. To then just be taken back away again. But it was different for her, I tried to not let them take her, she was too young, but like they said, I was younger…” she stayed staring down at her feet, you could tell it was a lot for her to be doing this, you were thankful she was opening up telling you the truth but you could see her discomfort seeping through. Holding out the bottle of vodka for her to take she brought her head up slowly looking at you and then to the bottle. She let out a light chuckle moving to accept the bottle from you and taking a drink. She gave it back, wiping the few tears that had escaped, you thought she was done talking until she sighed and carried on.

“I held her as they took us to the Red Room again, well me again, not her. It was terrifying. I just held her trying to shield her from seeing anything and everything, she just clung to me, sobbing. We were so young and I knew what was going to happen to her and there was nothing more I could do. I knew as soon as we were there she'd be taken from me and I'd never see her again. But I did see her, of course you know I did. It was quick stares walking past each other or it was me looking for her subtly when we would be eating, I couldn't protect her anymore. We could only protect ourselves. Any signs of love, affection or even friendship were frowned upon. How could I comfort her or look after her when everything I wanted to do I would have been punished for? That would have scared her even more. So I kept to myself.”

You didn't know how to react or what to do, the woman who was so continuously strong no matter what was thrown at her was sitting in front of you sobbing, it broke your heart and you knew it was breaking hers.

“Tasha, it's ok. Please.” you couldn't watch her cry anymore but you knew there was so much more she needed to say.

“No, y/n I...I need to do this.” you gave her a small nod, urging her to continue as you swallowed your own tears.

“She got out about 7 months ago too. Things happened and well me, her and our parents, Alexei and Melina. We took down Dreykov, we took down the main Red Room. I found out about all of these other widows that were placed all around the world being controlled. Yelena had this antidote that managed to break widows out of mind control, she found out the hard way what it was but we managed to save the widows that were at that Red Room. We only had one dose left, so with the help from Melina and Alexei they created more so they could go and save all the girls that were left. When you showed up I knew that clearly she hadn't finished the whole mission yet but I knew that 4 months wasn't a lot of time to do that hence why she hadn't reached you yet. I hadn't been in contact with any of them since then, I tried to get in touch but I never received anything back even up until two weeks ago.” she had stopped crying now, she looked more comfortable talking, it released this ache in your heart knowing she was becoming ok. You just wanted to hug her, so you did. You moved quickly, cigarettes and bottle of vodka long forgotten about and settled on her lap. She tensed slightly when you first sat down but soon enough you felt her relax, you just couldn't stop looking at her. Her eyes glassy from the tears she had shed, the light smell of the vodka she had drunk coming out from her lips as she breathed slowly. You just forgot everything that had happened in the past week. You cupped her face making sure all of her attention was on you, leaning in slowly to finally connect your lips in a gentle kiss. You finally moved away when you felt tears dripping down your cheeks, not evening knowing if they were yours or hers. Her hand came to settle on your cheek wiping away the tears that had fallen, the smallest of a smile on her face.

“I went to find them this week.” her words shocking you, making you shake your head confused. She laughed lightly at your reaction.

“Arguing with you just made me realise that I had no clue what was going on, I just left them with this information and took off, so I went to Melinas where I knew one of them would be and saw them there. That's why I had been gone all week.”

You felt relief when something rolled through you, although all this week you had been trying to avoid her, every time you moved from the balcony to the toilets you hoped she would pop out of nowhere. It wasn't until the third day you thought she was actively trying to avoid you too, it's what made you grow more angry. Thinking she just upped and left without a word but you now knew she didn't and suddenly all this anger and pain you felt towards her through the week was gone off your shoulders, but you now hated yourself for the way you reacted, the way you screamed and shouted at her for lying when now you understood why she done what she done out of fear of remembering. You hated yourself for the way you threw yourself into hurting yourself along with smoking and drinking. The guilt settled in your chest, it felt like it was too much to handle once again and you couldn't stop the tears from crashing down, a painful sob falling out of you as you suddenly felt like you could feel your thighs starting to tear and bleed again, like you could feel your throat burning from the bottles of vodka you had consumed and your lungs feeling as if they were suffocating from all the cigarettes you managed to smoke in such a short time.

Natasha reacted quickly, holding you tighter as you tucked yourself into the crook of her neck, a death grip on the back of her shirt as if, if you were to let go, this would all be a dream and she would disappear.

“Hey, hey, hey. Shhh it's ok, you're ok, I’m ok. We are ok. I'm here. I'm sorry for what happened and I'm sorry for leaving without explaining. I'm just so sorry.” her words were meant to be comforting but it only made you sob more.

“The things I did when you were gone Tasha, I overreacted. I'm sorry for everything I said that day of our argument. I understand everything now I do and I'm so grateful for you telling me and I'm so happy Yelena is safe. I'm so sorry. I’m so, so, so sorry.” your voice muffled as you sobbed into her neck only made her grow nervous. No one had said anything about you all week when she called to check in on everyone.

“y/n, what happened?” She spoke so softly, one hand stroking small circles at the bottom of your back and the other hand moving to the side of your hair to move your head up so you were looking at her. It made the words you were trying to say even harder seeing how much her eyes showed her concern and worry.

“M...my...my bathroom, I...I...I ruined it, haven't been in my room since you left. I've stayed out here just smoking and drinking Tasha. I felt so angry and hurt and I hate what I did because now I understand why and what happened and I just overreacted so much and all I've done is cause myself pain and I know you don't want to know or even think that but I have. I hurt myself Tasha, I broke my mirror to do it, gosh thats so fucking stupid and it was only the one time and that doesn't make that ok I know that but it hurts so much. I feel like I'm suffocating, this guilt is too much. You've come back to explain and now here I sit crying and making it sound like everything I did this week was your fault but it wasn't. I'm sorry.” you rambled on continuing to sob, her eyes now just looked so sad, it broke you but you couldn't stop the ‘I’m sorrys’ from falling off your lips but she still stayed stroking your back, leaning your foreheads together telling you over and over that it was ok and she forgave you.

Your sobs finally slowly subsided, the exhaustion finally settling in after the week that had gone by so slowly, it consumed you. But Natasha never let up her continuous flow of ‘its oks’ and never failed to tell you ‘I’m here’ until you finally settled in silence. The silence felt comfortable between you, even though the past hour or maybe even longer held so much pain for the both of you. Your grib finally loosens on her t-shirt, moving to sit up straight to look at her.

“Я люблю вас” she blurts out in a hurry, you stayed staring at her in shock. You made no move to reply or even hug her or kiss her, it made her grow nervous. You felt her tense underneath you straight after it came flying out of her mouth.

“It's fine, you don’t need to...umpth” you cut her off short pulling her into an intense kiss, moving to straddle her lap, she moaned softly into you, making you melt. Even through the gentleness it still felt so rough and aggressive, neither of you pulling away until air became a problem.

“я люблю тебя больше моя Наталья”

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The night seemed to flow so much more calmly after your late night confessions. You both moved to Natashas suite in hopes of getting some more privacy. Your night consisted of movies playing in the background as you both consumed each other with so much love and affection. You knew for sure that no one could ever love you or care for you the way this woman could. It overfilled your heart with so much joy, that even after these years where she was in pain and she blamed herself and the word for everything that had happened to her, that she could still love and feel so deeply. How she could still love you with so much passion in such a short amount of time, when you both grew up being told that it would make you vulnerable and that it was for children.

You knew the way you grew up was terrible and traumatic but in this moment, laying in Natashas arms sharing the smallest of kisses, giggles erupting from both of you, kind words whispered as if anything louder would ruin the moment, you were somewhat grateful that somehow no matter where this life was suppose to take you or what was meant to happen with you, you had never been so happy to have failed your mission against Natasha Romanoff, because right now who knows where you would be or what you was doing. You managed to be so lucky that this woman still accepted you with open arms and made herself vulnerable and somewhere fall in love with you that nothing from your past mattered in this moment. All that mattered was the love you were sharing and the love you can only hope to continue to share into the future.

Maybe ‘None Of This Was Meant To Happen’ but god was you so incredibly happy that it did.

#natasha romonova #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x fem!reader #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha x reader #natalia alianovna romanova #black widow #black widow x reader #black widow imagine #natasha romanoff fanfic #natasha romanoff x reader

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pocket-gyu · 2 years

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OC is blind - Kim Mingyu

⚠️angst + fluff ⚠️

OC is blind - Kim Mingyu

Summary: A small argument ensues after actor!mingyu tries to talk blind!y/n into attending his award show with him.

warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, fluff

“y/n its ok, i dont mind that you cant see. it doesn’t bother me at all, we have been over this so many times.” mingyu says rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand. he watches as a tear trickles from the corner of your eye and falls down your cheek. his left hand slowly reaches up to wipe the tear away, but your hand pushing his away stops him.

“i’m not worried about what you think. it’s them mingyu. your so famous. everyone loves you. everyone wants a part of you. everyone wants to be you. your so well known and im just me. i cant exactly get myself around properly because i cant see. i cant pick out my own clothes because i cant tell what color everything is. im convinced that my hair is always a mess because i cant just pull out a pocket mirror to look at it.

if i walk onto that red carpet for the photoshoot with you, we will both look like idiots. me for not being able to look at the camera, or to register that people are taking photos, and for not being able to tell which photographer is calling your name. and you… you will look like your playing some pity game. showing up out of nowhere with

a blind girl that no one has ever seen or heard of.

i get it mingyu. i really do. you want to, for some odd reason, share this moment with me. but it isn’t going to work out. i would give anything to be able to be there, and to hear the crowd clap for you when they call your name for actor of the year. but it pains me too much to know that i wont be able to watch you walk across that stage. and if that makes me selfish, then so be it.”

a deep silence sits between the couple as mingyu stares at his girlfriend with regret in his eyes. of course he loves you and wants you to be there, but he never thought about what it would be like for you to be in the audience ; only able to hear everything. the only thought in his mind is how you think it makes you selfish.

"im so sorry y/n" his words come out of no where, shocking you as you weren't prepared for it to happen. He had been so quiet that you almost thought he had left the room in anger or sadness. a deep breath leaves him and you can only assume that he is running his tongue over his lips. your friends said that its one of his many habits he has, the cameras that record him for tv always seem to catch it. this seems like a situation to you that he would be doing it in.

"it's ok gyu. just drop it and go get ready for your award show. you can tell me all about it when you get home later." once again a pregnant pause is born between the two of you. then you feel his arms wrap around your torso and pull you closer to his chest. the warmth of him makes you melt and your head leans against his shoulder.

"i love you y/n."

#seventeen #angst #kpop angst #kim mingyu #y/n #seventeen angst #kpop #mingyu #blind oc #blind character

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endlinetheredeath · 3 years

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Arrested

“KEZEKET A LEVEGŐBE!”(Hands in the air!) came a strained raspy voice trough a loudspeaker

I was squinting hard as my eyes adjusted to the harsh light, my right arm still blocking a large portion of it. Nak was looking much worse, his eyes closed, shut tight, both his upper arms blocking as much light as possible, his face contorted in a painful grimace. His eyes likely much more light sensitive than mine trading range for better night vision, evolution in this instance was a bitch to him, the police floodlights must have almost blinded him.

Before i could process what the voice even said i heard a bunch of feet quickly shuffle towards us and in the next moment both of us were tackled to the ground. The team of officers quickly cuffed us, pulled us back to our feet and stuffed us in the patrol cars that were just behind the lights.

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Time passed and minutes became hours, on the bridge Kiela was getting more and more nervous, pacing back and forth.

“Where IS he, he should have been back long ago...”

The place where Nak had landed on Earth was behind the planets moon at this point as well as they themselves were laying low in orbit of the next planet in the system that they now knew was called Mars and didn’t want to risk discovery just yet, so for now they were blind to what was happening on Earth.

“Try hailing the captain again!” she ordered one of her subordinates

A couple quick clicks could be heard and then...

“Captain this is the Terkwrat, do you copy...”

“... “The line remained silent, the comms officer tried again...

“Captain Nakqr’ this is the Terkwrat, DO you copy?...”

“... “The result was again, the same.

Another 10 minutes pass, the ships scopes all trained on the spot where the shuttle landed on Earth behind the moon, all waiting for the big rock to move so they could finally see. The minutes dragged ever so slowly as the crew nervously waited, then they started to see flashing blue and red lights and the shuttle illuminated by dozens of large harsh white lights. Around the craft they were able to see a small army of people scrambling everywhere... they knew immediately, things have gone terribly wrong in the past couple hours.

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The cops took us to the nearest police station in separate cars and now i was sitting in an interrogation room, alone and nervous. One of the walls had a huge one-way mirror, I’m sure they are watching me, either waiting for the right moment to burst in to intimidate me the most or are currently trying to get Nak to talk or worse.

“Shit...” i said under my breath. I shifted in the chair lookin around, nervously rubbing my chin.

Out of nowhere the door to the room almost exploded, a detective stood in the doorway. He sighed angrily and stepped into the room. I looked up at him my eyes narrowed slightly my face became serious and I could feel my nervousness pulling back deep within my body. I watched as the detective made his way to the table that i was seated at and sat before me.

“Hol van..”(Where is..) I was cut off by him

“NEM te vagy aki itt a kérdéseket felteszi...”(You are NOT the one who is asking the questions here) he pointed a finger at me “TE szépen válaszolni fogsz minden kérdésre amit felteszek és HA kielégítőnek találom a válaszaid akkor TALÁN nem mész a bíróság elé hazaárulásért...”(YOU will answer my every question that i ask and IF i find your answers satisfactory then MAYBE you wont be put in front of a court for treason...)

“M M MI!? Hazaárulás? Mi a faszt csináltam én, hogy hazaárulással vádol!?”(Wha Wha What?! Treason? What the fuck did i do that you are accusing me with treason.)

“Állami titkokat árultál el ismeretlen erőknek amivel aláástad az ország de talán a bolygó biztonságát.”(You have disclosed state secrets whereby you undermined the security of the country or maybe even the planet.)

“MILYEN ÁLLAMI TITKOKAT, semmilyen titkokról sem tudok. Egy kicseszett szerelő és hobbi pilóta vagyok az isten szerelmére.”(WHAT STATE SECRETS, i don’t know of any secrets. For god’s sake I’m an F-ing mechanic and a hobby pilot.) I sighed “Ok nézze, igen beszélgettünk jó pár dologról, DE semmi olyat nem tudok s ezáltal semmi olyan ‘érzékenyet’ nem tudok elfecsegni ami ne lenne könnyedén elérhető az interneten, csak kérdezze mag Nakot.”(Ok look, yes we have talked about quite a few things, BUT i don’t know anything that isn’t easily available on the internet therefor i can’t divulge anything that’s ‘sensitive’, just ask Nak.)

The detective looked me over with a cold gaze as i was on my tirade then just said...

“Tehát Nak a neve...” (So it’s name is Nak...) he leaned back in his chair.

I blinked a couple times and lifted my head a little in confusion before saying

“Várjunk csak egy kicsit ... még nem beszéltek vele?”(Wait hold up... you haven’t talked to him yet?

Just as I finished the sentence the door to the interrogation room opened again but this time the figure that stood in the door was less angry and more worried.

“Nyomozó ennek itt és most vége. Tamást most azonnal engedje el az űrlénnyel együtt.”(Detective this ends right here right now. You will release Thomas and the alien this instant.)

“De kapitány...”(But captain...) The police captain held up his hand sharply silencing the detective.

“Semmi de, új fejlemények történtek és ezáltal ez a letartóztatás sosem történt meg, értette!?”(NO buts, new developments happened and thus this arrest never happened, understand?!)

I was led out of the room and into the lobby of the station where I got back my stuff. I stood there dumbfounded to what just happened. After a few minutes Nak was led into the lobby as well, when i saw him i saw that his left shoulder was bandaged and his left upper arm was held up by sling.

“Well this was a first ...” he said as he walked up to me with an officer in tow.

“Wait you speak English?!” said the woman as they came to a halt in front of me. Nak turned to her and sighed.

“Well yes i do speak English with the help of a translator, but you didn’t bother to find that out in the last ... how many hours?”

“ 13 ...We were brought in roughly 13 hours ago ...” I answered his frustrated question. “What happed to you...”

“Well when they tackled us to the ground i hit some rock and felt my arm go limp, turns out my shoulder got dislocated. Don’t worry i should be back to normal in no time...” he said turning away from the officer and back to me with a smile on his face. I smiled and shook my head a little.

“Do you know why they let us go?” he asked. I opened my mouth to answer him but before i could the doors of the station were thrown open and a big group of the ships crew flooded inside led by Kiela and followed by a bunch of human diplomats as well as the minister of defense.

“There you two are. By the Gods, are you ok captain?!” she said as she marched up.

Turns out once the crew realized what happened they scrambled together a diplomatic team mostly consisting of the department heads on the ship and contacted the Hungarian government. They got us out, but by doing that they basically announced to the whole planet that yes in fact humanity is not alone in the universe, not by a longshot. Now Humanity knew that not just aliens existed but that there is an intergalactic federation.

Yeah...things are going to get interesting ... i hope we don’t F it up.

#alien #space #humans are weird #humans are space orcs #sci fi

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xsarcasticwriterx · 3 years

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Wonderwall-part 5

Summary: Steve get closer to you the more your pregnancy advances and tony tries to keep his distance as he come to realize his feeling

Pairing: Tony stark x reader x Bucky barnes, some stucky x reader

Warnings: swearing, alcohol , some minor angsty angst,

Notes: Ok i really like wonderwall right now so i'm going to update this more frequently (i say and watch i suddenly just hit a wall for this story)

Wonderwall masterlist

It had been a month since your ultrasound and tony had been so distant but steve had been very close with you and bucky. if bucky was away he was everywhere you were caring for your every move. Bucky appreciated it and loved seeing you and his best friend so close.

You currently were laying in bed with steve watching a movie. your head was on his stomach and he was playing with your hair. you two were eating chips and really only half watching it as yall kept joking around.

Bucky was on a mission so steve has been caring for you these past few days. “you feeling ok?” steve asked and you chuckled “for the tenth time yes i promise i'm ok” you said tilting your head looking up at him. he smiled down at you and booped your nose. you laughed and smiled “just checking you've been silent for a while” steve said going back to playing with your hair.

“I was just thinking how nice its been being with you” you said reaching up and stroking his cheek. he smiled softly down at you. he cleared his throat “uh y/n-” steve started to say but the bedroom door opened. “oh hey steve figured you'd be in here” bucky said walking in “hey babe” you said. bucky walked over and kissed your forehead and gave steve a side hug.

steve's head landed on bucky's chest as he kept messing with your hair. “heard you've been taking care of her these past few days” bucky said. “he's been a perfect gentleman” you said with a small giggle. bucky laughed and out his stuff down sliding next to steve. you laying on both of them your legs on steves lap and head on bucky's.

“Tony said he's planning a party to celebrate our return” bucky mentions. you turn your head at the mention of tony. He had been avoiding you recently. Anytime you came near him or tried to speak to him he ran off in the other direction or suddenly had things to do.

“tony spoke to you?” you asked. bucky knew how tony was avoiding you more so because he was also avoiding bucky. “nope he told nat and also told her to tell me something about him being too busy planning to do it himself. i don't know” bucky said with a shrug

“he still avoiding you two?” steve asked and you and buck replied with a simple nod. you were hurt by it, he had started this vow of silence to you since you had told him your past. you started to wonder if maybe he saw you were too broken. did he even want to be in the baby's life anymore? you sighed before shaking your head “lets go tony cant avoid me there” you said sitting up.

“sweetheart honey you can barely spend an hour without puking or getting nauseas at least” bucky said stroking your hair “ill be fine. were going no if ands or buts about it” you said huffing and standing up. you walked to your closest and steve turned to bucky “there's no point in trying to change her mind” steve said and they both chuckled. you found a dress and set it up on the door handle. “now what time is it at?” you asked with a small clap.

bucky gave a small laugh before speaking. He knew that he had no choice but him and steve would be on your tail the whole time making sure your ok. “9pm” bucky said. you gave a small nod looking at the clock which said 5pm in glowing letters. only 4 hours then tony has to speak to you.

at 8:00 you walked into the large bathroom attached to your room.stripping down you looked in the mirror touching your small stomach bump. you were close to the 2 month mark and your stomach was starting to prove that. you walked into the shower letting the warm water wash over you. you closed your eyes relishing in the warmth. you soon felt arms wrap around your waist, one human one metal. letting your head rest on bucky's chest he gave an approving groan before reaching for a bottle of soap and washing your hair. “how are you feeling today?” bucky asked massaging your scalp “mmm good steves been so much help and such a great friend when your away its nice” you said with a small smile.

Steve was almost always around you and bucky. Anything you needed he got you any help you needed he helped. whenever you got sick he kept your hair out of your face. he’d always help you wash up after. he cared for you when your emotions got too prominent and took control. he kept you still doing small exercises and even researched what you should do when you got self conscious of all the weight you were gaining. He slept in your bed holding you close on days bucky was gone and you couldn't sleep. He cared for you, more than you or bucky knew.

This isn't just for you though, he spent every moment not with you with bucky. they researched on the baby together things to do once their born how to be a good parent. They even tested how to make baby bottles even thought you had almost 7 months to go before the baby was born. you often walked into the room to find the two boys joking around, laughing. There was the one time you walked in on them slow dancing together to music from the 40′s. They said it was from the last dance they had gone to. You of course recorded it and kept it no matter how much they begged you to delete it. Steve cared for you two and would put his life on the line for you two even if it meant it'd be the end for him.

You stepped out of the shower and bucky followed after wrapping you in a towel. “steve is great isn't he” bucky said with a soft smile. “yea” you replied with a soft smile of your own but also a smirk. you looked at bucky's soft reaction to hearing your approval of steve. how his eyes glistened in happiness and a small smile stayed pressed on his face.

When bucky had first showed up at the compound the connection him and steve had lead you to believe they were together. One night you asked steve and he gave a small laugh before telling you otherwise. Not long after you started seeing bucky. You were honestly shocked nothing was going on between them and nothing had ever gone on. The chemistry they had was unbelievable and the sparks was as if someone was trying to start a fire.

Thou bucky had also thought you had a thing for bucky when he returned into steves life. The way you two smiled and laughed with one another. He saw it as a couple, he was never jealous just happy his best friend finally found someone. That was till you asked him out and he was confused. That lead to you telling him how you thought him and steve were together.

You slipped into your nice dark blue dress. you and bucky walked into the loud living room at 9:00 seeing everyone dancing and drinking. steve spotted you two immediately running over. “hey you two” he said with a large smile. “have you seen tony?” you asked. steve pointed to the bar where you saw tony drunkenly flirting with two girls. rolling your eyes you strolled on over leaving the two boys together.

“shes gonna beat his ass if she has two isn't she?” steve asked and bucky patted his shoulder “that's our girl” bucky said before walking into the group chatting with other, That remark ‘our girl’ caused steve to chug down the rest of his strong drink. He wanted more no needed more but he really didn't want to enter the warzone known at you and tony.

You grabbed tony's jacket shoving him against the bar. the girl ran off in fear and tony put his hands up in surrender. you slapped him across the face before grabbing his jacket again “listen here stark your not getting away anymore ok. not happening nope. now your going to tell me why your avoiding me or ill keep slapping you till you do” you said pulling him forward and slamming him against the bar again.

Steve had walked over to natasha stealing her drinking downing it too. “jesus what's up with you?” she asked seeing her tipsy friend. “thor you have any asgardian alcohol on you?” steve asked. thor nervously handed his friend a small shot of it. steve immediately downed it feeling the tingly sensation down his body “them” was all steve said “both of them” he said dropping his head onto the table. they immediately got it “so you finally admit it huh?” nat asked rubbin steves back steve lifted his head “you knew?” he asked. and thor laughed “of course we knew everyone did except tony,y/n, and bucky obviously” thor said. steve groaned and rubbed his face “what do i do?” he asked. nat patted his shoulder “tell them dumbass” and with that steve asked for another shot from thor.

You were still interrogating tony “I told you i cant say” he replied and was hit with another slap. at this point his face was numb. “Bucky will slaughter me if i do and ill never be able to see my baby” he said tears brimming his eyes. “tony just tell me i wont let that happen” you said releasing your grip on him. “i cant” he said. you slapped him once more. tears fell “tony” you huffed out. he looked at you before rolling his eyes shaking his head “i'm in love you” he said tears flooding out, and with that he walked off. you felt your whole body freeze. you sat on the couch in the corner.

bucky walked over sitting next to you “you get your answer?” he asked. you cleared your throat trying to act natural “uh no no he would say i dont know” you said with a shrug. bucky groaned kissing your temple before walking back to the people. about an hour later a drunk steve plopped next to you. “heeeeeey” he slurred. you laughed before replying “hi stevie” you said ruffling his hair. it had grown out a little sense he'd been so busy caring for you he never had the time to cut it but honestly you thought he looked nice with it a little longer. “your so prettyyyyyyyyy” he said falling into your lap. you laughed and smiled down at him “your pretty too” you replied. steve pouted and you were confused but also adored it, he looked like a sad puppy. “what wrong stevie?” you asked rubbing his torso

“I have an issue” he said squirming and groaning. “what is it?” you asked tilting your head “i am in love with your boyfriend” he said. you laughed a little leaving steve confused. “I know” you replied. “huh?” he asked sitting up. “well yea i mean i knew” you said with a shrug “is that it?” you asked and he shook his head “i love you too” he said his head falling back. “me?” you asked with a small smile. “yes youuuuuu i am in love with 2 of the most perfect people and they love each other” he said slurring. “wait” he said looking at you “your not mad.” he stated. you laughed “no stevie a little shocked you love me? sure but i knew you love bucky always have and its not like you can control who you love” you said with a shrug. “look tomorrow when your sober tell bucky just trust me. tell him. ill deal with him after” you replied. steve fell into your lap again.

once he was asleep you gave a small smile to him “i love you too stevie” you sai combing through his hair. bucky walked up to you “he asleep?” he asked. you nodded with a small smile. bucky lifted steve bridal style starting to walk to steve's room “where are you going?” you asked. bucky looked at you dumbfounded “to put him in his room” he said confused. “come on” you said entering you and bucky's room. bucky shrugged walking in, he layed steve down and he immediately curled into a pillow. “why here?” he asked. you gave a small shrug and smile “cause he has something to tell you tomorrow” you said leaving bucky confused. Of course you still had no clue on what to do about tonys confession but that was another problem for another day. maybe one where bucky wont slaughter tony for it.

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Something Special

This continues after Perfume Disaster and Overprotectiveness Might Be A Bad Thing…

warning: soft/safe vore story

Mammon had taken Zonna words of heart and back off and everything felt normal again, Zonna could almost forget about what happened but she still got flustered when Beel or lucifer stomach growled. She could hang out with everyone again with mammon only popping in every now and again and easily shoo away, she finally could have a nice long talk with Asmo which was pretty much him begging her to forgive him while he promised not to loss control of himself like that again crying and whining worried she hated him. And how mean Lucifer had been confiscating the perfume from him and Diavolo banded it so it couldn't even be made anymore!

“It's ok really Asmo no more tears.” Zonna said patting his back she had never been good with crying people even though he wasn't balling, more like waving his hand close to his eyes looking up at the ceiling trying not to cry in between apologizing she really couldn't tell if he was faking it or really trying not to cry...

“No it’s not, let me make it up to you!” Asmo whine dramatically pressing his wrist to his forehead like an overacting drama queen actor. “Oh how about a makeover! Oooo and a nice bath, a cute outfit and then let's hit the town!” Asmo said excitedly

Zonna frowned so this wasn't a real apology, he was just trying to get her to go out with him again “really?” Zonna whine frowning at him

“Oh come on please? If you don't like it then.. We don't have to go out.” Asmo whined his light orange fire-like eyes staring into her hazel ones

“Asmo…,” Zonna said leaning closer to him making him chuckle lightly

“Yes.” he purred his hand gently resting on her shoulder

“Your eye trick doesn't work on me.” Zonna sighed, flicking his forehead “bad horny dog.” she grumbled trying to get up

Asmo yelped, holding his forehead not like it hurt him, but it only hurt his pride that she could so easily shrug him off “wait! Am sorry” he whined batting his long eyelashes giving her his best puppy dog eyes

“Asmo.” Zonna sighed looking back at him

“I wont do anything, so please i want to hang out with you Zonna don't you like me?” Asmo whined that she would never hang out in his room for long and flinched away from his touch; it was a big blow to his self-esteem.

“Of course I like you.” Zonna said

“Then let's take a bath together!” Asmo said happily “AWWWWoooooo i was kidding!” Asmo whined as she flicked his forehead again “but I did get a new hypoallergenic sensitive skin bath bomb that smells really good and I thought it would be good for your skin!”

“Really?” Zonna said skeptically

“Yes I even checked the list Satan made, it's safe!” Asmo said happily “and you can use my bath of course then I can do you nails, hair, ooohh you have to let me do your makeup!” Asmo said happily

“Let's just start with a bath.” Zonna said. She’d caved to Asmo this time plus she could use a nice warm bath… she had to push Asmo out of the bathroom after he put the outfit he wanted her to try on, on the counter. Saying he would scrub her back for her if needed as she slammed the door with a sigh nervously that he somehow magically opened the door, it was his bathroom it wouldn't be too weird to think he had a key. She walked over to the bathtub and looked over the bath bomb wondering what was in it. The bright pink color worried her, she'd kill him if it stain her skin. She gently put it in the water watching it foam and changed the water to a soft pink color. The smell of pumpkin spice filling the room. The color didn't match the smell, not that she minded as she relaxed into warm water hair tied up in a bun to keep it from getting wet. She stay in the bath tell the water was to cold slowly, reluctantly getting out looking over the outfit “no” she said to herself as she change back into her normal clothes she was not going to wear the glittery pink dress no way in hell she walked out, Asmo frown see that she hadn't even tried on the dress “pink is not my color.” she said with a shrug

“Oh…. Well, let's do your nails!” Asmo said happily as he pulled out all the different colors he had “pick one.”

Zonna ended up picking a dark almost black purple that had glitter in it. she would have liked to paint them black but didn't want to match Diavolos nails, though he probably love it if they did match

“Pink would look better or green.” Asmo whine

“Then I would match yours.” Zonna said with a laugh

“Ok we have the color now we just need to cut and shape your nails.” Asmo said taking her hand

“Don't cut them!” Zonna almost shouted closing her hand up into a fist as he grabbed the nail clippers

“It's really long, I mean it's like you got claws.” Asmo huffed, staring at her long perfectly white natural nails.

“Please?” Zonna begged

“Fine but I have to shape them!” Asmo huffed putting away the nail clippers getting his glass nail file she didn't have a problem with that just hated the sound it made, finally he was able to paint them the dark purple did go well with what she normally wears he admitted to himself. If only he could get her to wear something that wasn't a dark color. “Ok now the feet to match.” Asmo said happily

“What? no, I don't wear open toe shoes, I don't need them painted.” Zonna said with a wave of her hand looking a little nervous

“No, they have to match.” Asmo said

“Asmo no I don't want my toenails painted.” Zonna huffed Asmo smirked as he texted someone “Asmo...:no” Zonna said nervously trying to get up to leave

When mammon stopped in the check on Zonna he found her half on the bed half off Beel holding her legs at the ankle and Asmo with a bottle of nail polish carefully holding her foot still as he painted them. Well Zonna shout at them about how they were going to regrets this and how she was going to get them back for this in between laughs and giggles as she wiggled like a fish out of water as she tried and failed to pull her legs away from Beel grip, turns out her feet are incredibly ticklish much to Asmo amusement as he messed with her while painting her toes “what the hell going on!” mammon shouted

“Just trying to paint her toenails.” Asmo said like it wasn't obvious “Mammon do you need your nails painted again?” he asked not looking up

“Asmo promise to take me to hell’s kitchen if I helped” Beel said as he looked over to mammon then back to Zonna making sure he wasn't holding her leg to tightly but also not loose enough for her to slip free and mess up her freshly painted toenails

Mammon stood there for a while not really knowing what to do before just slowly backing out of the room closing the door he check in later….,

Asmo finally finished painting her toes and Beel let her go she glared at both of them “sorry” Beel mumbled softly looking away from her

“You fine Beel it’s Asmo that made you do it.” Zonna grumbled knowing beel couldn't say no when food was involved

“But look out how pretty they are! And your feet are cute, you should wear open toe shoes!” Asmo said as he put the nail polish away checking her hands making use she didn't mess them up somehow “ok now the hair.” Asmo said happily like she was not glaring daggers. “Oh come on rabbit it wasn't that bad.” Asmo huffed

“Am not a rabbit!” Zonna grumbled letting Asmo lead her to the bathroom as Beel left. He happily pulled everything he needed out, having her sit in his chair in front of the mirror before he undid her messy bun, letting her long brown hair down, it was almost to her elbows. He slowly brushed through it as the curling iron warm up

“So I never got the juicy details of what happened after you got away from me.” Asmo purred as he gently worked out all the tangles in her hair before taking a small section of her hair from the font and braiding it, tying it with a small rubber band leaving the rest of her hair down.

“When….what are you talking about?” Zonna asked hoping it wasn't what she thought he was talking about

“You know with the perfume, you went running to lucifer.” Asmo said as he grabbed the curling iron

“Nothing happened.” Zonna said trying hard not to blushed at the memory

“Liar, liar come on spill it's going to take a while to curl all your hair anyway.” Asmo said as he stared to work on little section at a time spraying it with something to it would hold the curl humming to himself

“Really nothing happened.” Zonna mumbled

“Then you wouldn't be blushing honey bunny.” Asmo purred whispering in her ear “come on i can keep a secret.”

“Not when you're drunk.” Zonna huffed

“So it IS a juicy story. I knew it! Know you have to tell me!” Asmo whined and just wouldn't shut up

“F-fine.” Zonna grumbled halfway through getting her hair curled, she just couldn't take it anymore of Asmo begging and he was waving the curling iron around as he whined giving her a heart attack “BUT Asmo, you can't NOT tell anyone not a human, demon, angel, ghost, not a soul!” Zonna growl Asmo yelp the pact taking hold

“Y-yes master Zonna…., But that's not fair!” Asmo whined wanting to gossip

“Well then, i could just not tell you then.” Zonna said with a shrug

“NO, now you have to tell me!” Asmo whine and so Zonna did her face aflame as she did so Asmo didn't say a word and happily curled her hair even when she had to stop a few time to flustered by remembering what lucifer said to her to continue she did feel a little better tell someone about it, little did she or Asmo know that mammon was on the other side of the door, listening to the story he didn't mean to overhear! He just wanted to check on Zonna and now he couldn't walk in or just leave! He grumbled as he heard what Lucifer had said to her to get her to agree it pissed him off just how smooth his big brother was. He quickly snuck off when she finished the story before he got caught “well you got to see a different side of lucifer, am glad he didn't just gulp you down but i must admit I'm a little jealous..” Asmo whined

Zonna gave him a look that said drop it or she would leave now so Asmo shut up and started to get the makeup together, he stared at her face and he didn't know what to do. Her freckles were beautiful but he couldn't do a full face of makeup with them so he covered them up…. And was almost finishing when he decided he hated it she look like a completely different person without her freckles a absolutely beautiful person, but he decided i like her freckles more than a clean face look, so he wiped it all off and did a lighter makeup some highlight and dark eyeshadow to make her hazel eyes really pop and red lipstick...little bit of blush there perfect. “Thanks.” Zonna said as she looked at herself in the mirror she never wore makeup so she was glad he didn't put layers and layers of the stuff on.

“Now we just need a dress and some shoes.” Asmo said happily as they walk back to his room and he pulled out a ton of dress how he knew she size she didn't want to know she really didn't want to try all of this on so she pick by color, a pretty dark green dress caught her eye she tried that one on it was a sweetheart neckline with small sleeves a little longer than her knees a little black belt around the waist the skirt puffed out from there. “That's perfect! And i have the perfect shoes” asmo said pulling out 6 inches black stilettos heels

“No thank you, I wear my boots.” Zonna said as she put on her black boot that had a 5 inches heel on them

“B-but stilettos!” Asmo whined looking at the shoes in his hands

“Do you want to carry me home in two hours and face Lucifer wrath because of the blisters I’d get from those shoes?” Zonna asked

“No..” Asmo whined

“So drop the shoes.” Zonna grumbled

“Fine.” Asmo grumbled as he messed with his hair a little, spraying some perfume on himself before turning to her holding the bottle

“Asmo.” Zonna said sternly

“I know, I know but, this is a safe one. Just walk though it?” Asmo asked spraying it into the air in front of Zonna she grumble walking though rose smelling perfume cloud getting some of it on herself but it wasn't strong enough to make her sneeze and know she smelled like asmo

“Alright, all ready to go!” Asmo said happy as Zonna snatched her leather jacket and phone before he pushed her out of the room trying to make a run for it to the door before Lucifer noticed only to find him waiting at the door.

“And just where did you think you two are going?” Lucifer asked, arms crossed as he looked down at both of them, a little startled to see Zonna in a dress, sure she wore some dress for gathering a Diavolo castle but never to just go out. She looked like a little girl and smaller than normal, in that form fitting dress but she was as confident as always staring up at him. He always forgot just how small she was since she wore baggy clothes and her jacket

“Just to The Fall.” Asmo said happily

“No.” lucifer huffed

“But! Please we promise we won't be gone long! Just a few drinks!” Asmo begged “l want to show Zonna off!”

“You ended up leaving her alone in the club.” lucifer growled

“One time! It was one time and nothing happened! Please, it won't happen again! Give me another chance!” Asmo begged

“Please lucifer? I could always call you if he does take off.” Zonna said with a shrug she had got through all the trouble of letting Asmo dress her up why not go out?

Lucifer sighed, rubbing his forehead “fine, but be back by curfew.” he huffed and Asmo quickly dragged Zonna out the door before he could change his mind

“What the hell lucifer!” mammon growled, stepping out of his hiding spot “I tell ya what Asmo plaining and you just let him go with Zonna!”

“Then why don't you go after them mammon? Swooping in when Asmo wanders away, would save me the headache.” lucifer grumbled

“Like I wasn't going to do that anyway.” mammon growled as he walked passed lucifer

“Have fun.” Lucifer said as he walked back to his office back to his stacks of paperwork.

Zonna and Asmo had fun dancing to the loud music, having drinks for about an hour and a half before a group of Asmo followers found them and sweet talked Asmo away for a fun time when Zonna had gone to the bathroom. So when she walked back out into the too loud club she caught a glimpse of Asmo disappearing into one of the back rooms “well that lasted about as long as I thought it would.” Zonna huffed, having to do a little jump to sit in the too tall bar stool ordering one more drink on Asmo tab before she’d call mammon to rescue her. Not like he was far she had spotted him close to the front door about 10 minutes ago, how long he had been there was anyone guess but she felt a little safer with him watching from the shadows she smirk to herself “he properly thinks he is being so sneaky.” she huffed

“A blue rose, mysterious and achieving the impossible a little on the nose there do you think?” a demon asked as he sat down beside her staring at the rose tattoo on her wrist trying to make small talk

“It also symbolizes unattainableness, love at first sight, impossible love, and a new beginning. It's a beautiful rare somewhat impossible flower with many meanings, it’s complex unlike you.” Zonna grumbled shooting that demon a glare she didn't want to play his game

“You sure know your roses.” the demon said with a laugh not getting the hint to back off, too drunkenly brave so he kept talking to her “So why it upside down?” he asked leaning closer

“Cause I wanted it to be, leave me alone.” Zonna growled looking around the club see mammon signature snow white hair almost glowing in the black light coming closer fighting thought the crowned that was when the jerk leaned in closer

“So what is the seven lords human pet doing all dolled up all by itself here, they got bored of their little pet?” he growls, making her turn back to him making eye contact with him, he smirks trying to charm her. “Maybe I could take you somewhere fun after you finished your drink, pet?’ he asked his hand hovering over her back just about to touch her when she picked up her drink like she was going to drink it only to toss it on him.

“Fuck off.” she growled as she got up trying to walk to mammon as the demon sat stunned hair dripping wet from the sticky alcohol drink for a second before rage filled him and he jump up grabbing her wrist spinning her back around to face him but before he could say or do anything she felt a warm gentle hand grabbing on her shoulder pulling her backwards tell she bumped into his chest, devilish no.5 and the hint of cigar smoke filled her nose. She watch the other demons face pale quickly dropping her hand backing up till he hit the bar she could hear mammon wings move stretching out as he let out a low deep guttural growl it send a shiver down her own spine, he growled all the time but this was different and everyone knew it the club went silent only the loud music breaking through the silent tension, mammon huffed as the demons fell to the ground hand up apologizing curled up under a bar stool

“Mine.” Mammon growled holding Zonna close and walked to the door, everyone moving quickly to get out of the way making plenty of room for Mammon his wing pushed any who were not fast enough out of his way onto the floor. Zonna had to walk quickly, almost falling down to keep up with him, his hand never leaving her shoulder as they exited the club back into the quiet streets of devildom.

“Thanks for the save.” Zonna said as she hear him sigh in relief

“Just what were you thinking! Ya want to get into a fight?” mammon grumbled spinning her around to face him he looked mad but seem to be more worried about her than anything else

“No…, just pissed that he called me a pet getting all close to me and I saw you coming. Your hair looks cool in the club.” Zonna said with a shrug mammon grumbled glaring at the door looking like he debating going back in before looking back at her

“Come on, let's go home.” mammon said holding his hand out to her

“What? But It only 9…” Zonna mumbled

“Well what do you want to do?” mammon huffed crossing his arms

“Oh I don't know, I am all dressed up thanks to Asmo, and now he has abandoned me... Oh, What’s a girl to do?” Zonna said dramatically hoping mammon would get the hint

“Well, I guess we could, walking around, see a movie or something maybe?” mammon mumbled as he change out of his demon form blushing lightly

“Sounds lovely.” Zonna said with a giggle as they started walking mammon slowly down, staring at her back. Zonna stopped as she noticed she was a little ahead of Mammon “something wrong?” she asked looking back at him

“No, just never got a good look at you back to notice all the freckles before.” mammon said as he looked over the brown dot they were bigger than the ones on her face doting her pale skin

“Yea of course all the pretty ones I can't see.” Zonna said with a shrug “come on, quiet staring your making be nervous.” Zonna huffed, pushing him in front of herself “so did you win big?” she asked as they walked

“What are ya talking about?’ mammon huffed

“I smell cigar smoke.” Zonna said with a shrug

“I didn't smoke nothing!” mammon said sniffed his shirt worried he knew Zonna hated strong smells. She had avoided him for almost a whole day when he came back for a poker game, not only reeking of cigarettes from the smoke-filled room he had been in, but he smoked a few cigarettes himself! Not knowing that it would cause a problem and couldn't get the smell off tell Asmo help him out with some strong smelling shampoo that kill the smell but was also to strong for zonna and it took a whole day for the smell to ware off so that she would allow him to come close to her. He hasn't smoke a cigarette since and would asked to crack a window when gambling in smoke-filled rooms

“It's not strong, like you were around someone who was smoking.” Zonna said with a shrug

“Knew I should have changed my shirt before leaving.” Mammon growled “I didn't win big but I did make a little, it's not too bad right? I could go buy a new shirt if it is.” mammon asked looking over at her

“No, it's fine.” Zonna said as they ended up a Majolish well outside of Majolish there was one of those claw machines with different color dragon plushies inside

“Oh so this is where Diavolo found that dragon plushie?” mammon asked seeing Zonna staring

“No, that one is a little different than these.”

“Which one do ya want?” Mammon asked as he walked over to it

“What? This game is impossible to win.” Zonna scuffed

“You doubt the great mammon! Pick one.” mammon grumbled

“The black and white one.” Zonna said not only was it the one on top but it wing where almost exactly like Mammons

It took a few tries and mammon almost breaking the game, when it dropped the dragon just before it went into the little shoot, he finally got it happily holding it out to Zonna “Told ya i could get you one.” he smile with a big grin on his face

Zonna took the little dragon from him before hugging him tightly “I shouldn't have doubted you.” Zonna said, pulling back to kiss him on the cheek “thank you.” she said as she looked over the dragon fixing his little white mane of fur that ran down its back

“Yya welcome.” mammon mumble looking away blushing “so what are you going to name it?”

‘Hummm mini mammon.” Zonna said happy hugging the plushy well Mammon seem to loss it she had never seen his face so red

“Www-why?” Mammon asked

“Cause it has your wings and you got him for me.” Zonna said like it was obvious

“Oo-of course ya want to name a toy dragon after me the great mammon.” he said with a laugh as they started walking again only to run into Luke and Simeon just outside of hell kitchen mammon tried to walk quickly but of course the little chihuahua notice zona and started barking

“Hey Simeon, Luke what are you guys doing out here?” Zonna asked as Luke came running up to her

“Just getting some food Solomon tried to cook again almost burned the dorm down.” Simeon said with a nervous laugh

“Zonna! Why are you all dressed up?” Luke asked, making Simeon chuckle “I think they're on a date.” Simeon explained “WWWHAT? That's not true is it Zonna?” Luke whined

“More or less?” Zonna said with a shrug “Asmo wanted to give me a makeover, but left to be with his fans so it's just me and mammon.” zonna explained

“That does sound like something Asmo would do, it's a beautiful dress.” Simeon said as mammon wander off going into hell kitchen knowing the angels would keep her safe for know

“What a cute toy.” Luke said seeing the little dragon Zonna was holding

“Yea mammon got him out of the claw machine at Majolish for me. You could go try your luck if you want one too.” Zonna said with a laugh as Luke begged Simeon to go try and get one.

When mammon came back he had a small to-go bag. He took Zonna's hand and said “Come on.”

“Ok” Zonna said, waving goodbye to Luke and Simeon before following him “just where are we going?” she asked as they started to walk out of town almost back home

“I want to show ya something.” Mammon said as they kept walking he pulled her off the stone path into the forest “watch your step” he said blushing as she grabbed his arm holding it tightly as they walked on the uneven ground using her phone as a flashlight. “Alright we have to jump over this little creek.” mammon said pulling his arm free from her grip easy jumping over the little stream of water Zonna look a little worried “come on i'll catch ya if you fall” mammon said arm open wide

“Am in heels and a dress mammon not the best stuff to hike in.” Zonna grumbled looking over the small gap taking a step back trying to jump it, good news she cleared it, bad new mammon didn't think she could jump quite that far and she pretty much jumped into his arm making him fall back into the grass with her on top of him with a loud ouph

“W-why do ya always have to land on top of me!” mammon whined

“Not my fault this time, and it's not like I'm that heavy.” Zonna said with a laugh just glad she didn't end up in the little creak as she got off him, helped him up and picked the grass out of his white hair “so how much longer are we going to walk?” she asked

“Almost there.” Mammon said with a chuckle covering her eyes with his hands making her walk a few more steps “ready?” mammon whispered in her ear

“Yea.” Zonna said and he slowly drop his hand from her face she blinked and gasped there was a stunning crystal clear lake in front of them reflecting the stars beautifully

“Ya said you like Levi room so i fingered you like this, it nice and quiet no one to bug ya.” mammon said

“So this is your hiding spot?” Zonna asked looking back at him

“Yea, ya could say that.” mammon nodded sitting down Zonna sat down beside him “can ya guess what in the bag?” he asked waving it around

“Smells like something chocolate…. Brownies?” Zonna asked hoping she was right

“Na just any brownies, they're freshly baked brownies!” Mammon said cheerfully as he opened the bag letting her grab one watching her wiggled in place as she happily nibbled on the brownie with a big smile on her face “aren't you going to have one?” Zonna asked looking over at him

He blushed looking away “umm no, don't really like sweets...no i mean i don't want them.., right now… I am not hungry.” mammon mumbled glaring at his middle when it growled in disagreement Oh she got it know, he took her to a nice place, got her a snack so this was his ‘something special’

“The stars are beautiful tonight ” Zonna asked leaning against his shoulder acting like she didn't know what was going on yet, setting the little dragon on her lap “but it's a little chilly.”

“Y-yeah...mmm Zonna?..,I umm.. No…, never mind it's nothing.” mammon said, wrapping his arm around her letting her snuggle into his side, blushing hard wishing he could just come out and say it! They sat watching the lake in peaceful silence for a while as he tried and failed to work up the nerve to ask.

“So was Asmo taking me out part of the plan or was that a happy accident?” Zonna asked as she knew he was back out of his plan, so why no let him in on the fact she knew what he was planning

“What? What plan? i didn't have a plan, don't ya what you talking about” mammon grumbled

“Whatever you say mammon, but it's getting cold shouldn't we start heading back?” Zonna asked with a shiver

“No, just a little longer.” mammon whine holding her close changing to his demon form wrapping his wing around her to keep her warm as he grumbling to himself

“What are you grumbling about?” Zonna asked gently petting his wing making him shiver

“It's just! Lucifer he got to eat ya and then Beel did right under my nose! But I- I want to, too but” mammon mumbled lowering his head “ya...ya not scared of getting eaten right?”

“Of Course, I am terrified of getting eaten….” Zonna asked, letting out a sigh as he whined holding her closer “I'm terrified of getting eaten by a random demon, or getting stolen away by one….but.” Zonna said gently, making him look up, meeting her glaze, “but, letting one of my boys hold me close away from everyone where no one can steal me away? What could be better?” Zonna said ruffling his fluffy white hair kissing his forehead.

“So i-i can? Mammon asked face aflame

“Yes, mammon, you can eat me.” Zonna said, rolling her eyes. Hating that she had to say it out loud but mammon wasn't going to push her and she rather have a nice warm somewhat damp bed that no one could get to, then her own cold bed after pissing the demon off. She giggled feeling his wing tremble though if it was from excitement or nervous she couldn't tell, as he said the two spell Zonna shut her eyes pushing the dragon plushie off her lap not wanting it to get shrunk with her, when the dizziness disappeared she look up at him from the ground a little shock she was way smaller that both the other two times she had been eaten only about 7 maybe 8 inches tall. Which meant mammon looked huge.

He very slowly reach out to her holding his hand flat to the ground she stared at it for a minute before slowly walking over trying to step up only for mammon to flinch her heels felt so weird on his hand, making her fall her hands and knees into his palm “sorry,” he said softly as he brought her closer to his face looking her over slowly moving his other hand gently pat her head running his fingers down her back petting her gently as she move to sit more comfortable on his hand “ya ok right?”

“Yes mammon, I'm perfectly fine, I am not so fragile that a little stumble would hurt me.” Zonna said with a laugh knowing that was not what he was talking about he grumbled to himself looking her over again, as she study his hand amazed at how big they were and his silver rings

“So my brothers, they didn't really let ya hang out and have fun being little and all, since they just wanted a snack so ...is there anything you want to explore first?” mammon asked nervously his wings twitched

“Yea, actually I really want a closer look at you horns.” Zonna said

“My horns? Sure but let me lay down first.” Mammon mumbled carefully moving to lay on his belly keeping his head level as he brought his hand and her closer to his black horns, mammon flinched when she hopped out of his hand into his thick white hair. “Yo i didn't say ya could climb on my head!” mammon growled

“Please? Your hair is so soft and fluffy!” Zonna whined as he felt her sit down next to his left horn patting his head before looking over it over the spiral horn gently running her hand over the smooth black horn

“Fine but just cause ya look so cute like a little doll.” mammon chuckled gently poking her

“Am not a doll.” Zonna grumbled trying shoving his finger away from her face

“Na, I know, but with that pretty dress on you look like one. I am surprised Asmo got ya to wear something like that, it is not really your style.” mammon said fight the instinct to look up or move his head at all as he felt her lay down rubbing his head around his horn making him purr

“You don't like the dress?” Zonna asked looking down at the pretty green dress

“i-i didn't s-say that! Mammon said shaking his head freezing up when she yelp and roll a little and that was the end of her little adventure as mammon gently pinch her waist picking her up off his head placing her on his hand moving her close to his face looking her over worriedly

“Asmo would be so mad if he knew the dress was going to end up getting covered in drool.” Zonna said with a laugh “I can just about hear him shrieking about it now.”

“Then maybe he shouldn't have left ya all alone.”

“Yea, but then you would have been so bored hanging out by the door like a bouncer waiting for your moment to steal me away.”

“H-how! When ya notices?” mammon mumbled

“Your white hair makes you stand out like a road flare with the black lights and your sunglasses on top. Who else could it be?” Zonna said with a chuckle, Mammon grumbled “and you're not that sneaky.”

“Yo! am plenty sneaky when I want to be! I just wasn't trying that hard.” Mammon growled flashing his sharp white teeth glistening in the full moon light wings opening wide flapping once making a cold breeze that made her shiver and blew her hair back.

“Sure ya are.”Zonna huffed mimicking his accent crossing her arms

“The great mammon is sneaky. I'll prove it to ya I'll sneak into the house right past lucifer, and he won't have any idea am there or that I ate ya!”

“If you ever eat me that is.” Zonna said with a smirk as mammon blushed stuttering

“I-i was getting to that!” Mammon grumbled but didn't move her close to his mouth he just stared face aflame as she looked up at him “i-i can't do it with you staring at me like that!” mammon whine covering his mouth with his other hand “close ya eyes or something...so ya don't get scared the great mammon is not nervous at all!”

Zonna burst into a laughing fit as she shrugged off her leather jacket shivering at the loss of warmth the jacket provided, then pulled off her boots and thought about it a minute before pulling her sock off to stuffing them into one of the boots “think you can hide these in one of your pockets?” Zonna asked putting the jacket and boots away from herself

“Yea, I can do that.” Mammon mumbled as he took them, stuffing them into his pants pocket before looking up at her sitting on his palm hugging herself tightly “Ya were not even ready!” mammon huffed his warm breath washing over her

“I didn't want to take my jacket off to tell YOU were ready.” Zonna said with a shrug, looking at his mouth as he moved her closer but instead of opening wide he gently kissed her before giving her a little licking, humming thoughtful as he pulled back “what are you doing?” Zonna asked, wiping some of the drool off her cheek only to get another small lick like he was psyching himself up or something?

“Spicy coffee.” mammon said with a smile licking his lips

“W-what?” Zonna asked blushing as he licked her again looking at him like he had two head as he hummed happily

“Ya taste, like coffee, but spicy.” mammon purred happily

“You mean bitter?” Zonna asked, confused about the spicy, how is coffee spicy?

“Na, more like sweet vanilla cream coffee with a hint of spicy….something.” mammon purred licking a little harder covering her in drool knocking her back to lay down in his warm palm

“Guess you like the way it tastes though.” Zonna said, shaking her drooling cover arm off blushing as he nodded vigorously leaned closer for another lick she giggled as his tongue tickled her side trying to push it away as he happily licked her a few more times it was almost like he was trying to tickle her. “Are you just going to sit here licking me all night or are you going to let me in?” Zonna asked as she tried not to laugh as he licked her side again he froze closing his mouth, she whined the warm drool cooling off fast she pushing against his closed lips with a soft whine, ever so slowly opened his mouth, but he didn't push her in just let her sit there looking into his mouth on his palm. She started at his big fangs gently running her hand over them before lending in putting her hands on his tongue, it immediately attacked her arms making her face plant into it, his lips closed around her middle as he purred gently licking her face and bare arms before pushing her legs into his mouth only her ankles and bare feet left in the cold outside air as he purred, lick and pushes she around inside his mouth carefully keeping her away from his teeth though. And almost sucking on her at times having to pin her to the roof of his mouth gulping the gallons of drool that threaten to drown her. Zonna rubbed his tongue when she had the space, liking the way his purr and got louder when she did so. She yelp when he tilted his head up his finger gently grabbed her ankles pulling her back out into the chilly night air she shivered wrapping her arms around herself, hanging upside down looking down at him with a string of drool connected her to his lips he stare up at her eyes half close a goofy grin on his face as he gulps loudly one more time slowly licking his lips before talking.

“Ya taste really, really good Zonna….ya ready?” mammon asked

“Yes! Before I become a popsicle would be nice!” zona grumbled with a shiver as he open wide again the moonlight illuminating his mouth sharp canines and teeth framing his mouth, his warm pink tongue coving her bottom teeth as he lower her back down but he stop gently licks her face before close his mouth to speak again again

“Thanks, for letting me, for trusting me to eat ya. Love ya Zonna.” Mammon said, giving her a quick kiss before quickly opening wide, stuffing her inside again before she could say anything. Purring and licking her a few times letting drool ran down his chin before he gulp loudly rubbing his neck at the bulge she made as she slowly slipped down disappearing pass his collarbone his fingers traced her path down into his chest as he slowly leaned back before laying in grass, resting his hand on his stomach purring feeling her move around “ya ok in there?”

“Yea, I'm fine. It's just different being smaller.” Zonna mumble

“Bad difference? I could make ya bigger if you like.” mammon asked rubbing at her

“No, no it's just different, it's a lot roomer it here, feels softer too.” Zonna said petting the walls around her making him shiver and purr hugging his middle

“Good, I'd like to make ya bigger but I can't have the others finding out, ya all mine tonight.” mammon purr he belly glowing a bring beautiful yellow

“I'll let you be greedy tonight” Zonna huffed rubbing and kneading the walls making mammon purr and a wiggle around he even chirped a few time as he rubbed his belly feeling for her with his fingers eyes closed he blushed when Zonna said in a sing song voice like someone talking to a dog “who my good boy? Who is the best boy? Who is too overprotective for his own good?”

“Me?” mammon purred as she kneading to the warm wall making him chirp

“You are yes, you are my good overprotective puppy dog.” Zonna said with a chuckle as she continue to rub and praise him

There little bit of alone time came to an end, as mammon phone started buzzing the alarm Zonna had put on his phone for curfew, he had 30 minutes to get back before lucifer set curfew so with a sigh he turn it off and got up “well my delicious little reckless human it's time to head home.” he said patting his belly before changing out of his demon form picking up the little dragon plushie and bag of brownies from the ground

“Ok, don't forget mini mammon!” Zonna shouted pawing at the front wall

“Course not, I got him.” Mammon huffed looking at the little black and white dragon over “I could shrink him and eat him too if ya want him to snuggle?” mammon asked looking down at his middle as he started to walk

“No, then I have to try and get the drool off him! I have a hard enough time washing it out of my own hair.” Zonna said as she curled up getting comfy for the walk home mammon shrugged tucking the little plushie under his arm and Zonna was slowly rocked to sleep with the sway of his steps

Mammon snuck in and got to his room without lucifer noticing or so he thought, as soon as he started getting ready for bed lucifer walk in making him jump out of his skin his hand protectively placed over his belly

“So?” lucifer asked lending against the door noticing how mammon’s hand hovered over his belly

“So what?” mammon asked trying to act nonchalant

“Do I really have to say it?” lucifer sighed mammon frown looking down at his belly grumbling cause he had been caught but Zonna was asleep so.., she didn't have to know about his failure

“It was... fine.” Mammon mumbled quickly, looking away from his older brother. As he gently rubbed his belly absentmindedly “she's already sleeping.”

Lucifer smirks, throwing a small box to mammon “to stop your snoring hopefully.”

Mammon easily caught the box, looked down at the nasal strips then back at Lucifer “t-thanks?”

“I can't have the exchange student walking around like a zombie tomorrow even if it’s not a school day. She needs her rest, so you need to be quiet.” lucifer huffed

Lucifer moved to open the door when Mammon spoke up again “and I think you're right...she does like...this.” mammon said licking his lips getting i little hint of her coffee flavor from his lips making him purr

“Yes…, unfortunately it does appear that way. Diavolo would not be pleased to know that she is being eaten so not a word of this to anyone got it?” lucifer growled

“Of course I am not telling, I don't need any more competition for belly cuddle rights!” Mammon growled as Lucifer left, leaving his brother alone for the night, now he just had to wait for Asmo to sneak home… Later that night Asmo thrilled drunken screams could be heard throughout the house.

#safe vore #soft vore #shall we vore #mammon vore #my wriitng

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11 hours - part five

Pairing: Biker!Bucky x Reader

Summary: bucky is the mystery you can’t wait to solve. if you can get out of his bed long enough, that is. a biker au.

Warnings: gang-typical violence, sex scenes, alcohol mentions, probably more to come so stay tuned

A/N: alright things escalated VERY QUICKLY but shit had to go down sometime. i hope you enjoy! and sorry for the delay, i really been goin thru it recently. this part is 7k to make up for it lmao i wont be taking tags for this so please dont ask.

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It’s a big day. You had held Bucky’s hand as you stood in the doorway to his apartment, playing with his rings so you didn’t have to meet his eyes. You were nervous, not because you didn’t trust Bucky but because with every secret spilled you felt like a layer of your skin was being peeled away. But you’d held his hand and told him to pick you up tonight from your office. You handed him your business card, a physical embodiment of trust you hadn’t given to anyone else. It wasn’t your apartment address, sure, but it was something and Bucky held the card with the biggest, boyish grin on his face that melted your heart.

The real reason you’re so nervous is because if whoever followed you from Bucky’s apartment is following Bucky, then they’ll follow him right to your office door. You’d had a long talk to yourself in the bathroom mirror the other night, however, and decided you weren’t going to let a hypothetical stalker ruin yet another relationship for you. Not that stalkers are common in your life, but using any excuse to distance yourself and cut people out is most definitely your regular MO. Not this time.

That being said, stalkers aren’t common in your life so you are, understandably, fixated by it. You are sure it has something to do with Bucky because you don’t believe in coincidences and the guy literally followed you from Bucky’s apartment. The big question is, was the stalker after Bucky or were they after you? Since you have next to nothing to go on, you aren’t exactly on your way to answering that one yet. But you’ll get there, eventually, and you’ve got some ideas.

In the meantime, you wait for Bucky and attempt to tidy your organised mess. He’s meant to show up at seven on his bike, but seven is going on eight and he’s yet to show. You try not to picture the worst or convince yourself you’re being stood up, even though that’s what it feels like. The one time you give out personal details and he doesn’t show. That would be your luck. You kick a filing drawer closed a bit too harshly, the metal clanging loud in your deafeningly silent office. Whatever. It’s not like anyone is left in the building to judge you because Bucky is over an hour late and every other office in the place is long empty.

You water your desperately dry indoor plants, even the one on top of your bookshelf - a testament to how hard you’re trying to distract yourself from the imminent heartbreak. You stand on tiptoes on your swivel chair to reach the crispy fern, something your dad would yell at you for if he could see you, but he can’t so you just pray the wheels don’t slip out from under you. It’s a very precarious precision for you to be in when someone bangs your office door open and stumbles inside, that’s for sure. You nearly break your entire body falling from the chair, but catch yourself on the bookcase before any real damage can be done.

The invader slams the door shut behind them, making you flinch once again as you spin around to face your would-be attacker. Only it's not someone breaking and entering - it’s Bucky, panting heavily and bleeding from his temple while he turns slowly on his heel and assesses every corner of your tiny office for threats.

“Bucky?” you call out, hesitant to approach and startle him incase it’s not your office that he’s seeing. His dog tags hang out the neck of his t-shirt when they’re usually always carefully tucked under the fabric, and you notice now he’s not just bleeding from his head but somewhere under that shirt as well. He looks over at your voice and it takes a second for him to focus properly on you, shoulders visibly slumping, closing the space in three quick strides.

“I’m so sorry,” he says, pulling you bodily into a crushing hug. You wrap your arms around his waist, carefully holding him in case he’s got even more injuries you can’t see, but he squeezes you so tight you find it hard to breathe. He has one arm around your shoulders, that hand tangled in your hair and he presses your head into his shoulder. You feel him nose into the hair at the crown of your head, breathe in deep, let it out in shudders.

“You’re hurt,” you say into his t-shirt, and he shakes his head while still pressing his face into your scalp.

“M’fine, s’just blood,” he mumbles, barely coherent, so you let it go for the moment. You let him hold you and you hug him back, splaying your palms flat against his back and pressing him impossibly closer to you.

Eventually, you peel yourself from him in order to give him a once over. He smiles down at you like he’s amused, but you hardly find the situation funny when Bucky’s blood is literally all over you, now. You take his hand and make him sit on your swivel chair, spinning uselessly in the middle of the room from where it slid out from under you and rolled away. There’s a first aid kit in a box near the window, because you can never be too careful, and you take to soaking gauze in alcohol solution instead of speaking. You don’t trust what would come out of your mouth right now, anyway.

Luckily, Bucky fills the silence for you. He bites his lip as he looks over at you, taking in the tense set of your shoulders and jerky movements as you dig around for bandages. Then he says, “I got caught up, I really am sorry.”

You nod, but you still don’t speak. Instead you grab your supplies and move over to Bucky, avoiding his eyes as you assess the one wound you can see. Bucky has a thin cut from the corner of his eye to his hairline, shallow but bleeding profusely due to the thin skin there. You suck in a deep breath and start dabbing the soaked gauze on the wound, outside to inside, watching as the white turns coppery red with every swipe. Your stomach twists at the sight, and to your horror, you find you could almost cry.

“Doll,” Bucky says, eyebrows creasing up as if he’s just as upset as you feel. He hooks one big hand around your thigh, tugging until you let him manhandle you onto his lap. “I mean it, I didn’t mean to keep you waiting.”

“I don’t care that you were late,” you snap, clenching your jaw until you can get your flash of frustration under control. You drop your hand from his face, curling up further onto Bucky’s lap despite yourself as his arms come round to hug you to his chest. His bloodstained, most likely injured chest. You take a deep breath and ask, “What happened?”

“You wanna know?” Bucky asks. When you finally meet his eyes he doesn’t seem to be shutting down, shutting you out like you expect when it comes to talking about Bucky’s biker lifestyle. He just looks sad, and you let yourself soften just a bit to run your fingers down his jaw.

Bucky’s eyes flutter closed when you touch him, and you say, “I already told you - I just wanna know. No secrets.”

“No secrets,” Bucky affirms, smiling as he opens his eyes again. The corners are tight, though, as he starts to explain. “One of the things we do - the gang, y’know - is run protection details. Me and Sam were on it, supposed to be a simple job, but we got shitty intel and ended up having to fight our way out of a crappy spot. We got out, finished the job, but it definitely didn’t go to plan. ”

“Protection for what?” you ask. This is the most open Bucky has ever been when talking about his gang, so you’re not going to pass up this opportunity for a bit more information.

“For who,” Bucky corrects, smiling at you like he knows what you’re doing. He starts stroking up and down your shoulder blades as he talks, soothing the both of you it seems. “Rich businessmen, low-level politicians, mob affiliates - anyone who’s got a target on their back and need to get from point A to point B. They’re easy jobs for us ex-army guys and they pay well.”

“Better pay than fixing cars, I bet,” you say. Your attempt at levity works and Bucky grins. The way it makes his face turn young and open is so at odds with the trickle of blood down his cheek.

“Gotta be able to pay for your drinks somehow,” he says, and you slap his shoulder. He mock-winces and says, “Hey! I’m bleeding, ya gotta be nice to me.”

“Don’t gotta do shit,” you mumble, reminding you to press the gauze you’re still holding back on the wound on his temple to stem some of the bleeding. He hisses for real this time, the sting of the alcohol probably burning a bit, especially so close to his eye. You press a kiss to his cheek and in apology and Bucky hums, tightening his grip around your body to hold you close again.

“M’sorry I ruined our night,” he says, “I wish I could promise it won’t happen again, but I can’t.”

“Don’t be sorry,” you say, and he meets your eyes, slightly confused. You smile and say, “Not when you’re hurt. I know what I signed up for, I just want you to be ok.”

“What if, one day, I’m not ok?” Bucky asks, serious now, and you take your time before you answer him. His cut is clean of dried blood, and it’s stopped oozing any more. You doubt it’ll get infected so you should bandage it up but you can’t make yourself move from Bucky’s lap. Not just yet.

“I’ll fix you up,” you say. “That’s what we’re doing, right? Taking care of each other.”

Bucky blinks, once, as if allowing your words to download in his brain like a data file. Then he kisses you. He slides a hand up to cradle your head and presses soft, slow kisses to your lips like he’s got all the time in the world. He came storming in like a hurricane but now you’re in the eye, calm and quiet settling over you both as you cup his jaw and kiss into him all the tenderness you're too afraid to say. You mend his bleeding head and adrenaline-addled heart while he soothes your fear. Taking care of each other, and it feels nice to let someone else do that for once.

You know what Bucky is leaving out. The I hurt people admission, the fact he might have killed someone tonight, that the blood on his shirt isn’t just his. You really thought you’d care more - about the not knowing, about the truth of it, about everything. But he’s breathing and alive underneath you, trailing kisses and stubble burn from your mouth to your cheek to your temple, and all of those superfluous details become white noise. You’re surprised to find the simple fact that Bucky is alright is enough to supersede all the gaps you would usually itch to fill.

Bucky spins you both, tucking your legs up closer so you don’t overbalance as he looks around your office in a dizzying circle. A spike of nerves makes you feel sick for a second but Bucky smiles as he looks around, like he’s pleased with this part of your life he’s been able to see, and it makes you feel less afraid.

“This is where the magic happens, huh?” he asks, and you laugh at his teasing. “It’s very normal.”

“What did you expect? Like ‘Sherlock Holmes’ or something?” you ask. Bucky shrugs, mouth twitching like he’s trying not to laugh.

“Maybe,” he says, then squints at you like he’s considering something. “So, no violin?”

“No violin, and no Mrs Hudson. I make my own tea,” you say, grinning up at Bucky even though he’s being stupid.

“Yeah, right,” Bucky snorts, “Pour your own wine, you mean.”

“Are you calling me a drunk?” you gasp, reeling back from Bucky and almost sending yourself off his lap and onto the floor. Bucky grips you tighter, laughing at the offence written all over your face, and then extracts an arm to point meaningfully at the half empty bottle of red by the side of your desk.

“The evidence speaks for itself,” he says. You fold your arms in a huff, if only to have him kiss the top of your head in a silent apology.

“You stick to the gang stuff, I’ll stick to the investigating,” you huff, and Bucky kisses you again until you wipe the frown from your face.

“Alright, smart girl,” he says. He stands, holding you up like it’s nothing and you can’t deny how hot that is, even if he is being condescending to you right now. He sets you down on your feet and smooths out your jacket, the warmth of his hands seeping through the leather as they pass over your shoulders and down your arms. He links his fingers into one of your hands, smiling down at you, and says, “Can we rain check dinner? I think I need a shower.”

Bucky stands unnaturally close to you as you lock up your office and head out, scanning the street while you lock the back door and set the alarm system for the building. He takes your hand wordlessly and leads you to his bike, parked haphazardly on the sidewalk and just begging for a ticket. He hands you a helmet but is looking over your shoulder, not at you, and both of those things are worrying - you’ve never known Bucky to wear a helmet, let alone offer you one. You didn’t know he owned one. You feel fidgety, your skin crawling like you’re being watched, and Bucky must feel it too because he’s a bit rough in manhandling you onto the bike as quickly as possible.

“Bucky,” you say, and he twists around to give you a clinical once over - much like you’d done to him when he’d come to you bloody and breathless. You feel sick to your stomach, guilt and fear twisting in your gut, as you ask, “Do you think someone followed you here?”

Bucky’s face is impassive, but you’d like to think you know him well enough to read the tick by the corner of his eyes as a silent, muttered, shit. He licks his lips and says, “I can’t know the answer to that for sure.”

“But there’s a chance,” you say, and your heart is hammering so loud you barely hear your own voice. If someone finds your office then they find you, and the carefully constructed bubble of anonymity you’ve created is shattered in the space of a second. But you knew that, that’s what Bucky asked you on his couch - will you stay? Knowing Bucky is the antithesis of your comfort zone, will you stay anyway?

“Nothing is going to happen to you,” Bucky says definitively. You scan his eyes for trace of a lie but there is none. Bucky’s jaw is set, and he reaches up to grip your chin and hold your gaze on his, making sure you hear him. “Just like you said - we take care of each other. I’ll always take care of you.”

You let out a shaky breath, one you hadn’t known you’d been holding, and Bucky kisses the trill of fear away. You feel like you’ve dived off a cliff face, Bucky holding your hand all the way down the precipice of trust you’d promised yourself you’d never cross. But Bucky promises he’ll take care of you and god, it’s stupid but you want him to. You want his to be the arms you land in at the end of this free-fall. Even if, given who Bucky is, that’s the most dangerous place to be.

“Speaking of no secrets,” you say, more of mumble into his mouth than anything. Bucky pulls away, adorably puppy-like look of confusion on his face, and your stomach twists with guilt. “Remember the night of the party? At Sam’s bar?”

Bucky nods. He’s twisted uncomfortably on the seat of his bike and the helmet you’ve yet to put on is digging in o your stomach where you’re holding it. This isn’t the best place to be having this conversation but Bucky’s promise has made you brave, and if you don’t go against your own word now you never will. Not once have you ever spilled details of a case before you’d cracked it. This isn’t a case, you have to remind yourself. This is your life.

“That morning, when I left,” you say, omitting the fact it’s the first time you ever used his front door and will most certainly be the last, “someone followed me from your building. I shook them off, but they were waiting for me to leave and I don’t know if they were casing your apartment or if they were there for me, or what. I’m sorry, I should’ve told you, I just-“

“You just what?” Bucky doesn’t sound angry. Worse, he sounds cold. Shut down, clinical, and the way his face has pinched off makes your heart break.

“I didn’t know if I could trust you,” you say, looking down at your lap to avoid the way he’s looking at you like a stranger. Saying it out loud makes it sound so much worse, but it’s the truth and Bucky deserves that at least. “To be honest, I’m still not sure. But I want to. If I’m going to trust anyone, I want it to be you.”

It’s several moments before you’re brave enough to meet Bucky’s eyes again. He is coming back to you slowly, the shutters pulling up from his eyes as confusion seeps out. He scans your face and says, “Usually I would tell you that’s a really stupid idea, but I think you already know that.”

“Stupid ideas are kind of my thing,” you say, and that makes Bucky smile. Relief is bone deep, hits so hard you could slump from the bike in a pile of goo. He’s not mad. In fact, he leans forward in what must be a truly uncomfortable twist to press his forehead against yours and closes his eyes, breathes in deep. You follow suit, so ridiculously relieved you still get to do this while simultaneously trying to control the adrenaline rush from handing over what feels like you’re entire life to someone else.

All your life it feels like it’s always been you versus the world. Your dad raised you that way, to rely on no one but yourself so you can never be let down, not even him. It feels wrong on a cellular level to trust Bucky like you are so blindly doing. Every instinct screams at you to run, to figure this out on your own, that Bucky would normally be one of your main suspects in a regular case. But here you are, showing Bucky all your cards, hoping against hope that you won’t live to regret it.

“No more secrets,” Bucky says, and you nod. You feel his eyelashes tangle with yours as you move, pressed so close like this, and you open your eyes to stare at the veiny lids covering his. “Next time someone follows you, you tell me.”

“Yes sir,” you say, grinning at the warning pinch he gives to your hip.

“Let’s go to the shop,” Bucky says, pulling away from you and turning back to gun his bike to life. “The guys can help us figure this stalker shit out.”

“The guys?” you ask, and your chest does something painfully restrictive at the thought of letting more people in. “As in, everyone? Like, your gang?”

Bucky laughs, like the way you say ‘gang’ is so goddamn amusing, and throws you one last look over his shoulder. You tug the helmet on as he revs the bike, suddenly regretting every other time you’ve gotten on this thing without one, as Bucky says, “Yeah, doll, my gang. That’s kinda the whole point - we help each other out.”

You hadn’t really thought of it like that before. Truthfully, your mind had been filled with shady drug deals and bloody fights, turf wars and tattoos and angry men on bikes. Bucky’s friends and the nights you’ve spent with them seem like a different world, the joy and love entirely removed from the illegal life Bucky leads outside of your reach, but you have to remind yourself - they’re one and the same. Your Bucky cannot be removed from the biker you’ve been kept seperate from.

Clinging to Bucky’s waist, you say, “Sounds very after school special for a gang, tough guy.”

You can practically see Bucky grinning just by looking at the back of his head as takes off, the streets of Brooklyn peeling away as heads for White Wolf Mechanics. Your anxiety and fear sheds off as well, floating away in strips down the tarmac like an outer layer of skin. You feel vulnerable, all new and exposed as you hold Bucky close so you don’t fall. That’s what makes it feel bearable - Bucky’s back against your cheek, the hand he places over yours against his stomach when you pull up at a red light. His promise, echoing under the rumble of the bike beneath you. I’ll always take care of you.

~~~

The shop looks closed from the outside, but you can hear a low bass-line from the street and people laughing somewhere inside. Bucky brings you round the back, the roller doors out front closed this time, and into the back rooms you’d yet to see since that first visit a few weeks ago. To your left you see what must be Bucky’s office, but the room he tugs you to looks more like a bachelor pad living room than a mechanics break room.

Sam and Steve lay sprawled on leather couches, beers open on the coffee table made of old crates stacked together. The Killers pumps through a very, very nice sound system which Natasha is quietly singing along to where she lays on top of the pool table, legs kicking off the edge to the beat. Her beer rests on her stomach, rising and falling with every breath, and she doesn’t even raise her head as she waves at the two of you entering. Sam lifts the icepack from his eye to look at you, grinning wide, and kicks Steve in the shin to get his attention.

“Barnes is back,” he says, rolling his eyes as Steve blearily blinks awake from what was clearly an unplanned nap. Steve focuses on you and Bucky, eyebrows drawn down in confusion, and Sam adds, “and he’s brought his girl.”

“Shouldn’t you be at dinner or something?” Steve asks, then seems to remember himself and smiles all big and perfect at you. “It’s great to see you again, by the way.”

“Quit brown-nosing, it’s embarrassing,” Sam says, and throws his icepack at Steve’s head. He swats it away, squawking at the wetness it leaves behind on his hand and cheek, which makes Sam grin.

“I need a beer for this,” Bucky mutters so only you can hear, which makes you smile. You lead the way to the minibar in the corner, right by the bookshelf full of video games and the cardboard cut-out of Guy Fieri (you don’t want to ask). Bucky follows, grabbing your hand and tugging you back into his chest as you walk - even without the watchful eyes of the other gang affiliates which usually follow you at his parties, Bucky seems hell bent on making sure everyone knows who you’re here with. Even his closest friends.

You can’t say you entirely mind.

“So, to what do we owe the pleasure?” Natasha asks. She’s sat up now, twisting on the pool table to face you both as Bucky grabs you some beers. Sam and Steve still continue to argue about nonsense on the couches and are ignored by the three of you for the moment. However, they stop bickering as soon as Bucky speaks again.

“Someone’s been watching my building,” he says. The silence is thick, and you feel almost guilty for ruining their fun night with your stalker woes. Bucky hands you a beer and looks at you pointedly, eyebrows raised. You take a sip before you follow his not-so-subtle direction to start talking.

“I was followed home the morning after Sam’s party at the bar,” you say. You have the full attention of Bucky’s closest friends, and you can’t help but feel a little intimidated. You take a deep breath and decide to look at the situation like you were debriefing a client on a case - remove yourself from the equation. “There was a man smoking against the building next to Bucky’s. He followed me about four blocks before I lost him. He was over six foot, caucasian, brown hair and stubble.”

“Sounds like every white guy,” Sam says. “You could be describing Bucky, for all we know.”

“Yes,” you say, frowning. “If I was putting a tail on someone, I would make them very nondescript. Makes sense, right?”

“And you’re sure he was following you?” Natasha asks. You glance at her, but she doesn’t look like she’s condescending you or anything. Surprisingly, she looks like she believes you far more than the other two men in the room. Maybe your trial by fire proved to her you know what you’re talking about, so you nod.

“Definitely. Either he knew I was there and was waiting for me to leave, or he was watching Bucky’s apartment and would have followed anyone who came out of it. Without more information I can’t be sure if he was there for me or Bucky.”

“You’ve never seem him before?” Steve asks. You shake your head, and he says, “Could you describe him a bit more detailed? I might be able to draw him.”

“Sure,” you shrug. “Or, we can just wait until he shows up at Bucky’s again and follow him.”

Bucky does not like that idea at all. He practically growls, grabbing your elbow and turning you to face him as he glares at you. Roughly, he says, “Are you fucking insane?”

“What?” Mildly annoyed, you tug your arm from Bucky’s grip and say, “If this was a case, that’s what I would do.”

“This isn’t a case. This guy is going to be a hell of a lot more dangerous than some rich businessman cheating on his wife,” Bucky says, voice raised to an almost shout in one of the quickest escalations you’ve ever seen.

A switch flips in your brain, and you see red.

“Thank you for the condescending analysis, Bucky,” you snap. You ignore Sam’s muttered ‘oh shit!’ for your own health and sanity. “But you have no idea the kind of people I’ve dealt with in my life. I can manage a fairly mediocre stalker.”

“A fairly mediocre stalker who works for someone who won’t hesitate to use your hamstrings as handcuffs,” Bucky hisses. He steps towards you, chest brushing yours as he breaths deep and ragged, and oh- there’s the Bucky you’d been missing. The guy who’s still wearing clothes stained with blood, most of it not his, angry in an incandescent kind of way which reminds you he could hurt you in many more ways than just a broken heart. He leans down to say into your face, “This isn’t something you fuck around with, alright? There’s a reason why I’ve kept this world from you.”

“I thought we said no secrets?” you say, raising your eyebrows. You will yourself to hold your ground, even if you are shaking like a leaf and your words come out soft in the face of his anger. Like you’d poked a pin in his chest, Bucky deflates. He backs off of you, face crumbling from anger to guilt as quickly as he built himself up there.

“I won’t let you get hurt because of me,” he says, shaking his head. The switch in your brain flips back, all indignation and pride fading away. He’s still trying to take care of you, just like he promised. Already it’s abundantly clear you’re not going to make that easy for him, and you wonder how long it will take until he gets sick of trying.

“This isn’t going to work if you don’t trust me,” you say, gesturing between you. “I let you into my world, now it’s your turn. I know it’s dangerous - I could have left, remember? But I’m here. So let me be here.”

“If someone touches you-“

“I’ll get over it,” you say. Bucky stares at you like you’re crazy, and maybe you are, but it’s true. “You said you were going to take care of me - how’re you gonna do that from all the way over there?”

You don’t mean the other side of the room, the valley of the pool table and the metaphorical arms-length which which he’s keeping between you. There’s only so much Bucky can hide from you before you either dive right in or walk away. This is the turning point.

“Fine,” he says. He looks physically pained as he scrubs a hand over his cropped hair, but at least he’s not angry anymore. “I still think thats a fucking stupid idea.”

“Like I said,” you say, offering him a smile he shakily returns, “stupid ideas are kind of my thing.”

“Uh, can I say something?” Sam asks, breaking the illusion that it was only the two of you in the room for that particular argument. You both turn to look at him, and he almost backs down with the weight of both your gaze. He carries on, however, saying, “I’m glad you guys have had this breakthrough in your relationship, but that doesn’t really help us in figuring out who this guy is. Or who he works for. Or why he followed you. Or how he knows where Bucky lives in the first place.”

“We could go around and ask,” Steve says, shrugging at Natasha’s eyeroll. “What? Baseball bats really jog people’s memories.”

“Why don’t we ask the private investigator for some expert advice,” Natasha says, giving you a look that seems to say men, right? You’re still trying to get your head around the image of Steve threatening someone with a baseball bat when you’ve seen him with his own puke on his jumper singing Sweet Caroline into a toilet bowl.

“Well,” you begin, darting Bucky a look but he seems to be listening and not getting ready to yell at you again, “since apparently following the guy is off the table for now, I would start with me and Bucky. Enemies, bad blood, someone with an axe to grind. Pull at some threads and see what happens.”

“That shouldn’t be hard,” Sam says, “Bucky’s got more enemies than friends.”

“So do we all, punk,” Bucky grumbles, glaring at Sam. “We’re in a gang.”

“This ain’t about me.” Sam holds his hands up in mock innocence, grinning big like he gets unrivalled joy from making Bucky’s face do the twitchy, dark thing it’s doing right now. The impact is somewhat lessened by the swollen, black eye Sam’s sporting from the mission gone wrong today, you assume, but it doesn’t curb his enthusiasm.

“I can put together a list of the most recent run-in’s you’ve had by tomorrow,” Natasha says to Bucky, ignoring the bickering with practiced ease. “Until then, we should put some protection on your building.”

“You guys have bodyguards?” you ask before your brain can tell you that’s a dumb fucking question. All three of them laugh, Bucky hooking an arm around your shoulder to ruffle your hair as he tugs you into his side. Point taken, you think as you pout under Bucky’s arm.

“I’ll stay in the spare room,” Steve says, swinging himself off the couch to his full, ginormous height. That image of him with the baseball bat starts to take a bit more shape in your mind, and you don’t doubt for a second he could offer some extra protection where the stalker is concerned. To you, he asks, “You don’t mind if I third wheel?”

“It’s not my apartment,” you say, attempting to hide your blush under the weight of Bucky’s arm. You are unsuccessful, if Sam’s smirk is anything to go by.

“We’ll survive one night, punk,” Bucky says, giving you a squeeze. “Or just buy some earplugs.”

“Gross!” Sam cries, flailing an arm around. “Too much information!”

You have a feeling akin to whiplash at how well these people are taking a stalker and potential threat on their lives. Joking around, Steve fake-moaning just to make Sam scream, Natasha laughing until tears form in her eyes at the antics of two grown men chasing each other around the couches like school children. Glancing up at Bucky and the warm look he’s giving them all, you suppose it must be lot less scary to face something like that with friends. Family, you think, as Sam crash-tackles Steve into the couch and smothers his face with a pillow.

“You’ll be alright?” Natasha’s soft voice manages to scare you, jolting under Bucky’s hold as you turn from watching Steve and Sam to find her right by Bucky’s other side. She’s looking up at him, lips pressed into a firm line, and you remember the last time you were here - James is the only family I have. Maybe some are taking this development a bit easier than others.

“Always am,” Bucky says, using his free arm to punch her lightly on the shoulder. She gets him back, much harder, and you feel Bucky wince away from her and into your side. “Serious, Natashenka. I’ll be fine.”

“Good,” she says. Smirking, she adds, “I’ll kill you if you aren’t.”

You look back to Steve and Sam before they can notice you eavesdropping, a hot, honey-thick feeling melting through your skin. You want to know what that feels like in a way which burns; to have people who have your back like that, and your dad doesn’t count because he literally has to. You understood Bucky’s gang even less than you originally thought - he’s not just a biker, a criminal, a hit man or an ex-army vet turned enforcer, whatever the case may be. He’s a guy doing what he has to do to protect the people he loves, because he’s surrounded by them. You’ve never had to protect anyone but yourself.

You tuck yourself closer into Bucky’s side, letting the warmth and smell of him consume you. That’s gonna change, you think. This feeling in your chest is telling you that change is already happening.

~~~

Steve does not have to get ear plugs to survive the night, and you make both him and Bucky coffee before you head off. Shower, new clothes, work - all that normal people stuff you have to do. Steve, golden in the morning sun with the brightest smile on his face, and Bucky’s moody scowl at the early hour and dark rings under his eyes, wave you goodbye. You kiss Bucky’s pout before you go, letting him grab your ass for a second before you slip away.

“Don’t do anything stupid,” he says, and Steve snorts like there’s some joke you’re missing.

“I’ll go out the laundry window,” you say, as if this is a new development and not your usual routine. “Nobody’s gonna follow me, promise.”

“Hmph,” is all Bucky says and then you’re really gone, racing down the stairs and out the window like you always do.

Sorry Bucky, you silently think towards his apartment as instead of making to cut through the gym parking lot, you wrap back around his building and scan the street from behind the bins. Sure enough, opposite Bucky’s building with a baseball cap on and another cigarette, stands the same dude who followed you the first time. You really weren’t lying - stupid ideas are kind of your thing.

You make sure you’re hidden by a group of pedestrians as you slip out the side alley of Bucky’s apartment building and walk away from your stalker. He doesn’t notice, and you manage to walk a block and cross the road without him any the wiser. Your roles have switched as you hang out at the news-agency a few doors down from where he’s waiting, pretending to flick through a magazine. It’s easy to take a few picture of him over the top of the page with your phone, grainy but useable for when you show Bucky later.

You can deal with Bucky being angry at you, because you know how to do your job and this is the most efficient way to get intel. It’s always easier to ask for forgiveness than permission.

Eventually, you watch your stalker watch Bucky and Steve leave his building. It’s 9AM and they head to their respective bikes, revving off down the street in the general direction of Steve’s tattoo shop. Your man hunches his shoulders and pulls out his phone, taps into it for a bit, before he walks off in the opposite direction to Bucky and Steve. Not following them, then. Your stomach twists as you fall into pace a few people behind him. Just following you.

He gets on the subway, which makes it very difficult for you to remain unnoticed but you manage to sit at the internal doors in the next carriage and watch him through those. He gets on his phone again, talking to someone with evident frustration if his clenched jaw and balled fist is anything to go by. He gets off in Manhattan, walks a few blocks, before ducking into a darkly lit bar called the Lerna. You decide it’s probably best not to follow him there, but you snap a few photos on your phone of the bar before doubling back out to Brooklyn.

You call Bucky as you go, a bit jittery at the incoming argument you know you’ve created, but you can’t help but feel it will be worth it. Now you have something to actually go off - a face, a name, some concrete facts. Much better than stabbing around in the dark. A few rings go by before Bucky picks up, saying, “Miss me already?”

“Get over yourself, tough guy,” you say, but you’re smiling. Maybe you do miss him already, just a bit. You were so focused on getting your information you didn’t get to fully savour Bucky this morning, all tanned muscles and tattoos, all yours. You force yourself to ruin the moment by saying, “I’ve got some information for you.”

“Me too,” he says, which surprises you. “Nat’s gotten together some potential candidates for your stalker. Have you got time to come to Steve’s tattoo place?”

“Sure,” you say, beginning to pick at your nails as the nerves set in.

There’s a beat of silence before Bucky must realise what you’d said before, and he doesn’t sound nearly as light and playful anymore “You said you had information? On what?”

“I’ll just show you when I get there,” you rush out, closing your eyes at the way Bucky sucks in a breath like he already knows what you’ve done. “Don’t be mad.”

“Oh, I’m not mad,” he says, as if through gritted teeth. “I’m fucking livid. Please tell me you didn’t follow that guy this morning.”

“Ok, I won’t tell you,” you say. “See you in twenty.”

“You’re dead meat,” he says before you hang up.

It could’ve gone worse, you muse as you round the corner to the subway station. Sure, Bucky threatened you with lethal violence and sounded even angrier than he’d gotten at the shop yesterday, but you can still imagine him smiling at his phone as you hung up the same way you’re smiling at yours now.

You text him the photos with a quick, Don’t say I never do anything for you xx

A minute after the photos deliver, Bucky is calling you again. You frown down at his caller ID, confused - you were on your way, why is he calling you back already? But before you answer that question, someone grabs your arm and tugs you away from the subway steps and into an alley instead. His grip is bruising, unbreakable, even as you scream and kick before he shoves a gun into your neck and you fall deathly silent.

“Scream and you’re dead,” the man says, hot on your ear. You can’t shudder away, his vice grip too tight and the cold steel on your jugular paralysing. You twist a bit to look behind you despite yourself, your stomach bottoming out at the familiar face which grins back at you. Baseball cap, brown hair, stubble - just like any other white guy. He sneers at you and says, “Not so clever now, huh?”

All you can hear, as your stalker marches you down the alley and into a waiting SUV with a gun to your back, is Bucky’s voice yelling this isn’t something you fuck around with. You’d let him say ‘I told you’ so a thousand times if it meant you got out of this alive. Hopefully, the phone tucked into your back pocket will be enough to save you. You hope Bucky is listening, the call you just managed to answer still catching the grunted conversation your kidnappers are having. You’ve never needed someone before, but god, do you hope Bucky’s got you now.

Part 6

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