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malice-ov-mercy · 5 months

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Weed and Pussy

Pairing: Will Ramos x OFC (Ivy)

Content Warnings: 18+!, smoking (weed), oral (female receiving), fingering, handjob, protected (p in v) sex, squirting

A/N: I saw that picture and it gave me brain worms. Didn’t plan for this to be an OC, but it just kinda happened, so I hope that’s cool with everyone. I also kinda got carried away, and the smoking aspect of the fic kinda got lost. Apologies. Also, you know what they say about Rain.

Word count: 3.6k

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Will stared at the file horrified. Something went wrong during recording and it sounded awful. Panic washed over him as he played it back again. He didn’t have time to re-record. He was already behind on posting it and this was the fifth time already he’s recorded. This was the best take Will had done. There was no way he could do better.

Feeling defeated, he reached for his phone and sighed when he saw the time. It wasn’t super late, but late enough that he felt bad for asking for help.

Will: Hate to bother you, but I need some help with a song file. Can I come over?

He would understand if she said no. He would probably say no himself, but he needed this fixed yesterday.

Ivy: sure! give me five and then head this way!

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Luckily for Will, Ivy lived conveniently close. He was at her aptly Christmas decorated house in no time. The decor was simple, but conveyed enough of the holiday spirit. Shimmering multi-colored lights lined her driveway and pathway to her door. He saw no lights on in her house. If that already didn’t have him worried, the fact he knocked three times and received no response definitely concerned him. He was about to knock for a fourth time but the door swung open.

“Hi! Sorry! I was… occupied.” Ivy greeted him with a shy smile. Her freckled face was flushed a soft shade of pink.

She stepped aside and gestured for Will to come in. The house was dark, the only light coming from various nightlights and salt lamps she had scattered around everywhere.

“So what’s wrong with your file?” She asked, walking away from him.

Will followed her, taking note of her clothing—or lack thereof, really. She wore a deep, wine red satin nightie. He could see her back freely and the soft sprinkling of freckles that covered it. The color looked amazing on her. He nearly walked right into her when she stopped at her office door.

“Will?”

He swore to everything her eyes were maroon and not brown. His eyes scanned over the front of her nightie. Black lace lined the seams and edges.

“Earth to Will. Hello?” Her voice was light and soft. She snapped her fingers in his face.

Will’s face warmed when he realized he was staring. “Uh, well it’s real gritty and distorted. There’s random peaking and it just sounds real bad. Like, the worst thing I’ve ever recorded.”

Ivy hummed. “Well let me see what I’m working with.”

Will shrugged off his bag and searched for his laptop and the flash drive with the song. He set the items down on her desk, then turned to her.

“Do you mind if I smoke? This shit has stressed me all day.”

She smiled brightly at him. “As long as you share.”

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“Oh Will, honey, what did you do?”

She scooted closer to her desk, her bare pussy grinding—knowingly or unknowingly, he couldn’t be sure— along his thigh. Will clenched his jaw and tightened his grip on the armrest. The tent forming in his pants was growing and he couldn’t adjust to mask it without drawing her attention. He took a long drag of his joint, holding in the smoke until it burned his throat and lungs.

He needed to not think about her exposed, warm cunt dampening the fabric of his sweats. Or how badly he wanted to bounce his leg and watch her come undone. Will’s eyes wandered to the open back of her nightie, the deep red wine color complimenting her complexion wonderfully. He wondered how soft her skin would be under his lips and if he’d be able to taste the flowers he smelled from her body wash.

The frustrated huff she let out broke him from his thoughts. Will erupted into a coughing fit when she adjusted again on his thigh, perching herself on his knee. He’d forgotten all about the hit he took and choked on the smoke trapped in his lungs. Even through the material of his sweats, he felt her lips slightly spread and more of her arousal stain.

She turned her head to glance back at him, taking the joint with a concerned expression.

“Are you okay?”

Will nodded, still coughing up both of his lungs. She watched him struggle to catch his breath. When he finally stopped, he took a big gulp of air and wiped his watery eyes.

“Would you like some water?” She squeezed his other knee with her hand.

“Yes.” The simple reply hurt his throat. His voice was hoarse and rough.

Ivy stood with a small smile then disappeared behind him. Will inhaled a deep, steadying breath, sputtering a few more quick coughs. His eyes fell to the wet spot on his knee. A tiny trail of her slick was left behind. Without thinking, Will reached to touch it. He gently stroked his fingers over the spot as his mind spiraled.

Why wasn’t she wearing underwear? Why was she wet? How wet was she? What does she taste like? How does she feel?

The last thought made his dick twitch. He suddenly remembered his aching erection and cursed. Hastily, Will shoved a hand in his pants, letting out a pained hiss as he ran his fingers—the same ones with the lingering arousal—over the head. Precum had started dribbling. He quickly swiped it away and bit his bottom lip to contain the noise that threatened to escape. Will struggled to somewhat comfortably hide his erection. It was still noticeable, but less so than the tent he was pitching.

“I don’t know what you did,” Ivy’s voice carried into her office, startling Will.

She handed him an unopened bottle then grabbed the still burning joint from the tray. Will hyper focused on the way her lips closed around it and the rise and fall of her chest as she inhaled deeply. Her long lashes reminded him of butterflies as her eyes fluttered shut. Ivy leaned her head back, hair cascading past her shoulders in fiery waves. Will watched her muscles and body loosen as she exhaled.

“But it’s going to take a while to try and save it.” Smoke delicately lingered between her lips. “We’re gonna be here a while.”

That definitely wasn’t what he wanted to hear. Will deflated, but happily took the joint from Ivy. He tried not to think about the trace of mint she left behind and how badly he wanted to taste it on her breath. He couldn’t be all that disappointed though. Ivy was always a great company.

She took the joint from him again and took a seat once more on Will’s thigh, turning her attention back to the computer. He leaned forward and propped his arm on the desk, resting his chin in his hand. He tried to ignore the feeling of her still bare and wet pussy.

“Despite how fucked the recording is, you did a great job, Will.”

Her sincere, bright smile made his heart jump to his throat.

“Sleep Token suits your voice so well, it’s incredible.”

The praise made his heart swell. “Thanks.”

She took another hit then set the joint back in the tray. Smoke stuck to her lips. Will desperately wanted to capture it between his.

He watched her work intently. She was so focused. He noticed the way her brows crinkled when something didn’t work, the cute way her lips pursed when she was deep in thought. She reached for the joint again and took another long drag, letting it settle deep in her chest before exhaling. Will grabbed it from her and copied her.

“I don’t mean to embarrass you or anything, but,” Will turned his head and exhaled. “Are you… Is there a reason you’re not wearing underwear?”

A delicate flush of pink tinted her freckled cheeks.

“I was…” Ivy bit her lip. “I was getting ready for bed when you texted and you got here much quicker than I expected.”

“Oh.” Will felt his own cheeks heat. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine! I can… worry about that when I fix this.”

Maybe it was the weed in his system or maybe he was thinking with the wrong head, but before he could stop himself, he blurted out—

“I could help you with that.”

Ivy whipped her head to the side to stare at him, brows raised. Will immediately tried to backtrack his statement.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean— that was meant to be an inside thought.”

“Well,” her voice trailed off. “If you're offering.”

Ivy slowly stood. Will looked at her utterly flabbergasted.

“Are you sure? I don’t—“

She turned her back to him and bent over her desk, her satin nightie rising up over her ass, allowing him to see just how wet her pussy was. Will felt his cock throb.

“I’m sure, Will.”

He sank to his knees. His hands tenderly caressed up her calves to her thighs. Her skin was as soft and smooth as her satin nightie, but warm under his gentle touch. Freckles were sprinkled everywhere on her legs. Some even found they’re way to her butt. Will ghosted his lips across the prominent moles he saw, awarding each one a soft, feather light kiss. Goosebumps spread over Ivy’s skin, contrasting the delicate softness. He scooted closer to her, coaxing her legs apart with a gentle pat.

Will kissed a path to her center, leaving a trail of hot breath and lip shaped wet marks between her thighs. He closed his mouth around her pussy, encasing her entirely between his lips. He groaned, low and loudly, his eyes fluttering shut as her warmth and taste graced his tongue. A breathless, light moan escaped Ivy. He slid his hands up to her plump ass and gave a firm squeeze.

Ivy pushed back, another soft sound coming from her as he buried his face further into her cunt. Will took his time, savoring the flavor of her arousal and letting himself get lost. His mouth, chin, and nose were coated in her. He experimentally poked her entrance with his tongue, then quickly dipped the tip inside a few times.

“Oh my god, Will.” She moaned.

The pleasurable sound of his name made his hard cock twitch. He moved his tongue to her clit, lightly lapping and flicking the swollen sensitive bud, and was instantly rewarded with more whiny whimpers. Every erotic noise Ivy made shot straight to his dick, making his erection ache. Will moaned into her as he sucked her clit between his lips.

“Fuck,” Ivy cried out. She reached behind her, seeking something to grab. She couldn’t grab his hair, so she settled for his hand and intertwined their fingers.

Will wished he could see her face. He wanted to see her gorgeous face contorted in ecstasy. He wanted to see her maroon-like eyes boring into his, piercing his heart and staking her claim to it.

“Will…”

He hummed. Ivy mimicked the sound.

“I’m close.”

His ravenous appetite grew, eager to give her what she needed. Will devoured her pussy, like a starving wild animal. With his free hand, he kneaded Ivy’s ass, his short nails creating crescent moons in her flesh.

Ivy’s whines grew in pitch and volume the closer she got. Will chased after her climax with her, his own sounds mixing with hers. He was sure to leave little bruises on her ass with the grip he had.

In unashamed desperation, Will nuzzled impossibly more into her soaking cunt. He needed her to unravel like he needed air. His tongue relentlessly worked. He made an audible and deliberate show of enjoying his meal. Ivy’s hold on his hand tightened, then her body seized and shuddered, followed by a delicate curse and cry of his name.

Will groaned, greedily lapping her through her orgasm. He was dazed and lost in her pussy, completely consumed in her and forgetting how to breathe. He simply couldn’t get enough. He needed her to cum again. Will wanted his face saturated.

He groaned loudly as he quickly flicked her clit. He moved his head side to side, earning a delightful moan from Ivy. Will feasted on her, like a feral, rabid beast. Nothing mattered to him except the intensity of Ivy’s quaking body as a second orgasm tore through her. His eyes fell shut as her cunt released over his mouth and covered his face. Her legs almost gave out, but he was quick to steady her.

He would have happily kept his mouth glued to her pussy and gave her another climax, but the gentle call of his name and weak tug on his arm broke him from his trance.

Ivy heaved a heavy breath. Will sat back on his legs and admired the glistening mess between her thighs. His cock started to hurt because of how hard and turned on he was. He didn’t expect anything in return, but he needed some kind of relief soon or he would fucking combust.

Slowly, Will stood up, his knees cracking and popping in protest. Ivy pushed herself up and flipped her body around so she was facing him. She leaned back on her arms, a content, satisfied smile plastered across her face.

Fuck she was hot.

“Can I—“ his voice cracked. “Can I use your bathroom?”

Instead of answering, Ivy reached for his hips and pulled him close. She then hopped up on her desk.

“What do you need to go to the bathroom for, hm?”

Will’s mind went blank as she teasingly slipped her fingers into the waistband of his sweats and boxers. Ivy tugged his bottoms down enough to free his aching cock. He sighed, relieved at no longer being constrained. Ivy swiped her thumb over the tip of his dick.

Will slammed a hand down on the desk, accidentally slamming the keyboard. He didn’t expect to be so hypersensitive.

“Oh, sensitive are we?” Ivy husked in his ear.

She twisted her hand along his shaft as she stroked, pulling an elongated, desperate and choked whine from his lungs. Will forgot how to breathe all over again. He screwed his eyes shut and bit his lip. His fingers flexed on the keys. The recording started playing, only now it sounded perfect. There was no distortion or odd peaking. Pristine vocals and instrumentals void of any mistakes. Whatever Will did by smacking the keyboard seemed to fix the issue.

“Seems you’ve fixed your song.” Ivy ran her thumb over his leaking head. “Sounds great, but—“

The cut off of her sentence prompted Will to look at her. Lust and desire drenched her maroon colored eyes, pouring from them in buckets. The light emitting from the computer screen cast an angelic glow around her. Her hypnotic gaze turned him into putty. She smirked as his dick throbbed in her hand. Ivy lowered her head slightly, making sure to keep the intensity of their stare. Her clementine colored locks softly framed her shoulders. She opened her mouth. His eyes flicked to her tongue and he wondered how it would feel around his dick.

Will watched drool pool in her mouth and dribble over her chin. His cock twitched as droplets of her saliva landed on his head— and then a glob of spit. Ivy spread her spit all around his aching dick and tightened her grip around him. A pathetic, whiny, needy and embarrassing sound left his mouth.

“I think you sound better like this.”

The sensation of her slickened touch almost made him bust immediately—which would have been infinitely more embarrassing than the noise he just made. He wanted her to keep jerking him, but he craved to be inside her more than anything.

“Ivy,” Will’s voice trembled. Another whine fluttered between his lips as she pumped a little faster.

“Hm? What is it?”

He reached for her hand and stopped her movements. She unwrapped her fingers. Disappointment briefly flashed in her eyes. The second verse of Rain cut through the silence of the room.

“I—“ He took a steadying breath, “I want—“

No, I need, he thought.

“What do you want, sweetheart?”

Fuck.

The pet name nearly turned his brain to mush. How exactly could he tell her he wanted to fuck her senseless, that he wanted to be buried so deep inside her pussy, he’d need to be surgically removed?

“I need to fuck you.”

His own words and firm tone surprised him. Ivy swiped her tongue over her bottom lip. She tore her eyes away from him, looking to a drawer of her desk. Will took a small step back to allow her to rummage through and find what he assumed would be a condom. He immediately returned to his previous spot when she found one.

Ivy ripped open the foil packaging with her teeth and then grabbed his dick, giving a few slow, long strokes before unrolling the latex down his shaft. She scooted closer to the edge of her desk and positioned his dick to her entrance.

“Wait—“ Will said suddenly, reaching down between them. “I’m dying to feel you.”

He teased her entrance with his middle digit, gently and softly circling it with the pad of his finger. “Can I?”

“Please.”

Will slipped his finger in with ease. He didn’t plan to finger her for long, but he wanted to feel her unprotected, feel how warm and wet she was—and maybe just to tease.

Slowly, he pumped in and out. A pleasant humming rumbled in Ivy’s chest. He went knuckle deep and stopped to curl his finger. He wasn’t sure if he could reach her spot, but he was damned determined to try.

He angled his wrist, using the movement and pressure to sink slightly deeper and curled his finger again. Ivy choked a whine and her body jerked. Her walls throbbed as he pressed the spongy tissue again. Will built a steady pace, working her cunt nice and slow. Ivy’s body melted in his hand with every thrust and delectable curl. Any word she tried to speak muddled together in a dazed, breathless moan. This isn’t how he wanted her to come undone though.

Much to Ivy’s brief dismay, Will removed his finger. He brought it to his lips and stared down the red headed wonder in front of him as he licked it clean.

“I could taste you forever.”

Ivy threw her arms over Will’s shoulders and crashed their lips together. Her hands threaded in his hair and tugged gently. Will wrapped an arm around her lower back, pulling her closer. He grabbed his dick and took the opportunity to finally slide his achingly hard cock in her dripping pussy. Her moan got lost between their lips.

Will gave her a moment to adjust before moving. His first few thrusts were slow and deep. He wished he could feel her in all of her aroused and wet glory. She felt incredible gripping his finger. He could only imagine how fucking mind blowing her cunt would feel strangling and choking his bare cock.

The wet, squelching sound of her cunt drowned out the still playing song in the background. Will focused only that disgustingly erotic sound and the dizzying heat of Ivy’s breath on his lips. Words escaped her again. Nothing but moans and heavy panting came from her.

She hooked her legs around him. Will lifted her off the desk and cradled her close to his body, thrusting hard and deep. Ivy flexed her fingers, incessantly tugging his hair at the root. Each harsh tug made him groan and pound harder into her cunt. The sharp smack of skin against skin drowned out the music playing, the song being long forgotten.

“Fuck!” Ivy yelled. “Right there, Will.”

He loved hearing his name from her pretty mouth. Will slipped his hands inside the back of her nightie, pressing her body closer to his. The whine and strain in her voice urged him to work faster. He picked up his pace. A barrage of choked moans filled the air around him. He didn’t want to come before her, but he feared he might.

Ivy untangled a hand from his hair and reached for her clit. She mewled, arching her body more into his. Her beautiful, unhinged sounds echoed on a loop in his brain. Will could have gotten off to just the sound alone.

“Will, I’m so close.”

His hips snapped ruthlessly, her shrill and loud cries providing him with a deep, carnal desire. He sank his teeth in the crook of her neck, sucking a dark bruise on her delicate skin.

“Oh GOD. WILL—“ Ivy all but screamed.

She clung to him, wrapping her arms so tightly around his back he could hardly breathe. Her hands found their way back to his hair and she pulled roughly as her orgasm violently tore through her body. Ivy trembled involuntarily in his hold. Will felt her release saturate them both.

The slick, wet sound of her thoroughly fucked cunt drove him mad and over his own edge. He barely managed to hold them up upright as his own orgasm came crashing around him. His hands slid higher up Ivy’s back, one resting in the middle and the other gripping her soft orange hair at the base of her skull. He clung to her, much like she did to him.

His ears started to ring and a strained whimper escaped him. He unloaded in the condom, cumming so hard that it was almost painful, and with such force that he momentarily worried he broke through the latex. He didn’t think he’d ever stop spilling semen. Each pulse and throb of his dick made him whine.

With jellified legs, Will stumbled forward and carefully sat Ivy back on her desk. He tried to take a step back, but Ivy kept him close. She pressed their foreheads together. Weed and pussy were heavy on their breaths. Ivy sweetly pecked his lips.

“You should fuck up your recordings more often.” Ivy said breathlessly.

Will chuckled then gave her a proper kiss.

“Don’t tempt me.”

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holdmytesseract · 1 year

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baby fever au

Loki comes back from a mission gone awry & he is just so pissed & all he wants to do is cuddle his girls to feel better

“Where’s Ella? I just need to hold her” *Y/N gives Loki baby Ella* *Loki instantly relaxes*

Little Mood Changer

☆ The Baby Fever AU ☆

Loki & Ella feat. Y/N

Summary: After Loki comes home from a failed mission, all he wants to do is hold his baby daughter.

Warnings: none, actually... Fluff! Pissed/sad Loki?

Word Count: 955

a/n: Thank you for this lovely request @aagn360 ! ☺️ I hope you like this cute, little fic I wrote! 🥰

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You could already hear Loki miles away. His quick, powerful footsteps - coming undoubtedly from his heavy leather boots, echoed down the long, wide hallway of the floor you lived on. Mere seconds later got the main door literally ripped open, before it got slammed shut again. You feared for a moment, that the force would take it off its hinges. Frowning, you placed your book aside and got up from the sofa, in order to look after your husband. Peaking around the corner, you saw him taking almost aggressively off his shoes. Okay... Something was definitely wrong.

"Babe?" You called out for him cautiously, and stepped in the hallway. The raven-haired god looked up to face you. His facial features told you that, yes, he was very pissed and in a bad mood. Before you even knew what was happening, he was rushing towards you; bestowing a fleeting kiss on your lips on his way.

Too short for your liking, given the fact that he was almost two days gone. "Where's Ella? I just need to hold her." You were a bit taken aback by the whole situation happening in front of your eyes. No hello, no proper kiss? What was going on? "Um, she, um, is in her playpen." That being said, Loki walked past you - straight into the living room and Ella's playpen. The little girl had heard her daddy already from miles away as well. Therefore, she was standing inside her playpen, having herself pulled up on the wooden bars and holding onto them for dear life. She could stand already. But not yet alone.

"Dada!" She squealed with laughter, bobbing excitedly up and down. Her tiny raven curls were bouncing; oceanic blue eyes shining with pure happiness. You watched from where you stood in the door frame, how Loki leaned down to lift your daughter up in his arms. "Hi, baby girl," you heard him muttering under his breath, before he cuddled the little girl close to his armour-clad chest. The god's eyes fluttered shut, as he inhaled her scent - and you could see how he instantly relaxed. His bad mood, washed away within seconds, because of the sweet creature you and him had created. "Daddy missed you so much, princess." He continued to whisper against Ella's clothed skin, while she just continued to giggle and babble happily.

You watched the scenes from the side-line, smiling like the idiot in love you were. Whatever happened on the mission he was on, Ella was seemingly able to let him forget about it within seconds.

He carried Ella then over to the sofa and flopped down with her. A shimmer of green seiðr enveloped his body, changing his armour in more comfortable clothes. A black green hoodie and grey sweatpants. He sat Ella down on his chest, steadying her and keeping her upright with his hands around her waist. "Dada!" The little girl clapped her hands excitedly and reached for the cords of his hoodie, playing with them. Loki watched her with an amused smile, playing along with her.

You decided to join them as well, "You know... She's never that excited when I'm coming home." sitting down beside your husband and daughter. Loki scoffed, eyeing you critically. "That is absolutely not true, my love, and you know it." You giggled, shaking your head. "It is - and you know it, my love." Another scoff. "Ella's a daddy's girl. She always was, always will be. I accepted it." That caused a low chuckle to rumble through Loki's chest.

You leaned onto your side and buried a hand in his raven black curls, gently massaging his scalp. "What happened on the mission that got you so pissed, huh?" Your husband turned his head slowly; stunning oceanic blues meeting your eyes. "I am sensing my bad mood must've been very obviously?" "Mhh, yeah... Quite a bit, babe." You held his gaze and continued to run your hand through his hair. "So... What happened? Do you want to talk about it?" Loki sighed; slightly shaking his head. "It just went not how we planned... A lot of misunderstandings, the failing of communication and Stark blaming me for it." You frowned. "Why would Tony blame you for this?" The god shrugged his shoulders. "Because he like to blame me. And somebody has to be the culprit, right? It's easier to put the blame on the still untrustworthy war criminal, rather than seeking out the real problem."

Your heart ached at his words; facial expressions turning soft and gentle. "I'm sorry for that, my love. I don't understand why Tony acts how he acts sometimes." You sighed, but felt Loki's hand on yours. He gently untangled it from his hair to intertwine his fingers with yours. "Darling, you do not need to apologise for that. I am just going to accept it. Perhaps you are right and Stark has his reasons why he acts like that."

Loki brought your intertwined hands up to his lips and pressed a soft kiss on the back of your hand. "I'm sorry for the unproper greeting, my queen, but I just... I just had to hold our baby." He gestured towards Ella, who had dozed off on his chest by now; small limbs dangling off his sides. You squeezed your linked hands, "It's okay, babe. I understand." and started to smile cheekily. "As long as you're making it up to me..." A boyish smile grazed the god's lips, before he let go of your hand again, "Oh, with pleasure." and used both hands to cup your cheeks. He brought your face closer to his, and before you even knew what was happening, Loki's lips met yours; kissing you senseless.

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faiell · 2 months

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hello, nice to meet you!

i'm back at the top after rambeling about how i got into drarry, and so here is the fic rec: "genesis (you don't know what it means to win)" by crossourbridges on ao3. you don't have to read the rest if you don't want to.

i also got into drarry 20 years late, but let me tell you another secret: i've never read a page of a harry potter book in my life.

all my knowledge about it is from a friend that i like to listen to her obseasions and pick the ones i wanna get into (while i still enjoy hearing about the ones i don't). one time though she sat me down and we watched the movies, like 1-5 and i got bored at some point so we left it, but one thing that stayed with me was the character of draco.

i saw a sad, hhhhorney loser who just craves attention from EVERYONE, every gender, every house, the poor dude just needs to get layed, but without knowing the canon i'm pretty sure he never will.

that was a couple of years ago, and recently i suddenly remembered him bc i noticed i enjoy ships that are "a harmless prick loser and the misfourtunate everyman that the prick fell in love with, who is actually just insane enough himself to slowly but surly love the prick back".

and so i was like "i'm sure draco and harry are a ship. i wonder what their fanfics are like" and now for weeks i've been in this rabbithole of PROFOUND SHIT THAT MADE ME BELIEVE IN LOVE FOR A HOT SECOND, so yea. this is the reason i'm reccomending you this one. it's one of those stories that are the perfect length and much too short at the same time.

i hope you enjoy :)

first off, thank you so much for the fic rec! i will definitely check it out.

the journey of you becoming a drarry fan is a hilarious read, i'm so happy you shared it with me! hats off to you for being that friend who enjoys hearing about others' obsessions. we need more like you in the world. it's amazing that you absorbed just enough from her all those years ago to have the instinct to say AHA!! i bet people love making these two losers kiss! and u were right.

my turn! let me ramble (for even longer than you did) abt how i happened to the same drarry pit of "profound shit that made me believe in love for a hot second" with you. so on the contrary, i've always been a big HP fan, in the sense that i grew up with the book series and watched the movies. the books are why i became a big reader when i was a kid. i've always been a shipper, i always knew drarry existed, and many of my close friends were obsessed with it throughout the years--like losing weight because they were reading so much fic in bed their muscles atrophied kind of obsessiveness. for some reason, i never engaged. i was like yeah, obviously there's good stuff there, but i'm just not going to dip in.

then one day a few months ago (oct 2023 to be exact), i was bored at work and saw a thread on my home page titled something along the lines of 'absolute favourite fic regardless of fandom'. i was curious and maybe just itching for something fun to read so i clicked in and a highly upvoted reply caught my eye. the user's fav fic was the HP rewrite Mirror of Ecidyrue series by starbrigid. i was honestly really bored, and a draco POV retelling sounded fun, so i dove straight in.

i loved it, and holy shit it was long. i think the entire fic is longer than the og books? but yeah basically i rly enjoyed it, and i read it fast, finishing in only a week or so. i think ever since the transphobia bs happened i distanced myself from everything related to the franchise--i used to reread the books every few years, and i had stopped doing that. reading that fic made me realize how much i missed the world and characters, and how i could have it all again without shame by reading fic! i mean, starbrigid had basically rewritten the entire series and added their own interesting lore and worldbuilding, and that was even better than going back to reread the books like i used to. i also really enjoyed draco pov… i knew i definitely wanted more of that.

and so i went into the ao3 drarry tag to find more content, because i'd heard years ago from my obsessed friends that there was a goldmine of good HP fic there, and i never resurfaced lol. i feel like once u go in u can't ever get out cause it's a good ship and the writers are so talented, and there's YEARS, decades of content to catch up on. i remember also thinking that i'd be satisfied just reading and eating it all up (whereas i'm usually pretty active in making fanart when i join a fandom), but um, a few weeks ago i was like kinda like hmm i wanna see what MY brand of drarry looks like. so now im here posting art of it!

they are thankfully super fun to draw. i'm just having fun here, but i do have a small goal - i wanna draw fic fanart to sort of… give back some joy and show gratitude towards my fav writers. other than that, i'm here to chill and look at pictures and words of them making out.

#ask #oops this was long #thank u so much for the rec and ur lovely story about how you came to love drarry!#anonymous

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gray-skiess · 9 months

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Okay i loved your James fic, now get them back together :) my heart cant take this :)

ok so I thought this would happen so I had something on the back burner for a type of resolution type scenario. I don't have the energy to type it out right now so here are some head canons or like bullet points-

read the original; over-the-ocean call | j.p.

-years pass and after you graduate from the university you were attending your mom wants you to come back and move in with her.

-when you get back you're greeted by your mother and she's just kind of updating you on everything that has been going on recently- lily's doing well, the marauders are doing well etc.

-you get to your house and there's a surprise 'welcome back' party with all of your closest friends from Hogwarts.

-lily is like 'oh my gosh it is amazing to see you again'

-lots of hugs

-James isn't there. he is in his own apartment. he got an invitation but wasn't sure if you'd want to see him after all of this time and with the way things ended- which wasn't necessarily bad, but instead was guaranteed to make things awkward between the two of you.

-the party is fun and everything but you can't help but miss James's presence, he was always the life of every party you went to and even though it had been years since your break up and years since you've even seen him- you still found yourself looking for him or waiting for him to walk into your mother's home.

-the next couple weeks go by where you're just kind of getting back into the swing of things. one night you go out to a pub with lily and the marauders end up being there at the same time. lily claims she had no idea they would be there but she totally did.

-you and James run into each other while getting drinks and it's just as awkward as you would have expected. lots of 'so how have things been' and whatnot.

-eventually the two of you agree to get coffee sometime when you're both free.

-on said coffee date meeting you both just kind of catch up on everything you've been doing. you talk about how all of the work you were doing in your first year in America paid off and you were able to graduate from the university with an honors degree. James talks about how he sustained an injury during a quidditch tournament that forced him into retirement so now he's a personal nutritionist for a couple other quidditch players.

-you end up talking about your relationship and how you weren't a fan of how things ended. James expresses the same opinion on how you both were young and maybe not even ready for a long distance relationship quite yet. you agree.

-James says something along the lines of 'if I had to do it all over again- I wouldn't have let you go as easily.'

-swoon !

-you both agree to get dinner later int he week

-over time you both kind of settle into a routine of seeing each other on a regular basis and after a month or two James finally asks you out on a proper date.

-you agree.

-after that it was like two puzzle pieces were finally fit together after years of being apart. it's natural- your relationship. remus, sirius, lily and all of your friends are relieved that the two of you reconciled.

-and the rest is history

I hope that is a satisfying enough ending lmao- definitely a quick little thing I wrote in 10 minutes. anyway- I feel like most of my inspiration comes from songs I'm listening to so I am sure y'all can expect more 'songfics' in the future. but if you have any ideas or requests I would love to hear them.

#gray-skiess #gray's blog #x reader #headcanons #James potter #marauders #the marauders #marauders era #prongs #quidditch #songfic #over the ocean call #continuation #ask #response #James potter x reader #James potter x y/n

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writerlyhabits · 1 year

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White Christmas

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader

Word Count: 4.7k

Summary: The Holiday season catches Bucky by surprise, but after a less-than-ideal morning, a friendly invitation from his new neighbor is more tempting than he would have anticipated.

Prologue to the Neighbors Series | Masterlist | Ch. 1

Warnings: language, festive holiday things (I tried to keep it very vague so all celebrations could be filled in), talk of wartime and Bucky’s past, I think that’s it…

AN: Happy Holidays!! I was watching White Christmas – one of my favorite Christmas movies, if you haven’t seen it, I highly recommend it – and the opening scene made me think of Bucky and how he might react. I thought of his neighbor showing this movie to him, and then did the math backward from the timeline of my series and realized she moves in right around Christmas time… so this is the fic that happened 😂 Set before chapter one, you don’t have to have read any of Neighbors to be able to follow along, but there are nods to later chapters if you have.

Thank you @deceiverofgodss for listening to my rambling, ily 💛

Bucky let out a sigh of relief when he got all the little app icons to jumble around the way google had said, finding the app he’d just been using and tapping the buttons in the corner. Yes, I want to delete the app.

It had been about a month since he’d been given this new life, and it was… still an adjustment. The Wakandans had been more than generous, Shuri and Ayo seeing to it directly that he had everything he needed. They organized the pardon trial, went through hoops to find him a decent lawyer, and helped him settle into the apartment the government had set up for him. Shuri, in fact, had scolded him when he tried to tell her he’d find the place on his own, saying something along the lines of him being too stubborn for his own good.

It was very reminiscent of when his family had dropped his sister Rebecca off at school in Indiana. Ayo had told him they’d already prepped the place with everything he would need to get started, Shuri had excitedly whispered about a new tactical suit she’d hidden in the back of the closet – “just in case… you can never be too prepared” – and then they were gone.

Bucky had been required to start weekly therapy sessions as part of his pardon, and begrudgingly – by court mandate – he went each Saturday morning to hear comments about finding out who he was again. It was exhausting.

It had started with the haircut. He hadn’t lasted two weeks before the shoulder-length mess drove him crazy. Though that wasn’t fair… it wasn’t the length that bothered him, but the reflection in the mirror. His codes were broken and his life was in his own hands, but the Winter Soldier seemed to be staring back at him everywhere he looked.

The short hair was an adjustment to say the least. But he had stepped out of the barbershop feeling lighter, like a new man. And the face that looked back at him was one he hadn’t seen in a long time.

That being said, it had also directly led to a plan that was most definitely one of his worst.

The last time he had truly been James Buchanan Barnes was back in the 1940s, notorious for being popular with women. So when that cocky confidence surged back up again, he had the not-so-brilliant idea to try it again. He thought that if he went back to being the ladies' man he once was, he’d find himself.

A horrible decision, that one.

Having no clue where to even start, he took to searching on google “How does dating work in the 21st century?” Which had him downloading a dating app. The one that he was getting rid of this very moment.

It had done nothing but confuse him further. He couldn’t take a good picture of himself to save his life and had worse luck creating a description for his profile; in hindsight, “James. 105. Still don’t know what to put here… I think I’m better in person” probably wasn’t his best move.

Most of the girls thought he was trying to be funny, and were disappointed when the following conversation proved otherwise. Some girls took his profile as an invitation to talk about a number of things he wished he didn’t understand. And a handful of them… well, he didn’t think he could blame his poor excuse of a profile for the pictures he’d been sent, but it happened nonetheless.

The dates he had been on were filled with nothing but meaningless small talk and modern nuances he didn’t understand, leaving him with less and less of the already dwindling monthly check he’d gotten as part of his pardon. It didn’t take long for him to come to terms with the fact that groceries cost far more than they did in the forties, and that his three thousand dollar army retirement wasn’t exactly the sum it used to be, especially when rent took up so much of it. Maybe he shouldn’t have turned Murdock down when he’d suggested they fight for more…

No, he didn’t need to be selfish, he would get by. It had saved him from having to deal with any more of the loud crowds of press or the looks people gave him in the courtroom, which was why Bucky had told Matt ‘no’ when he suggested they could get away with more than a retirement rate based on outdated economic values.

He’d certainly survived on less when he was in Romania. He’d be fine.

Bucky approached the top of the stairs that deposited him in front of his apartment, returning from the last of his lousy dates as the app in question disappeared from the screen. Good riddance.

As he went to put his key in the lock, he heard steps behind him coming down from the floor above, and he turned to glance over his shoulder as his door clicked open, pleasantly surprised when he found you descending from the floor above.

You had on a flattering sweater and looked very put together, as you always did, except it didn’t look like it offered you much warmth since you kept your crossed arms close to your body as you moved through the building. In another time, he’d leap to offer you his jacket or make some quippy remark about keeping you warm. He’d have to be blind not to admit you were a very pretty girl, one he would have gone after back in his prime…

But he wasn’t that man anymore. Not by a long shot. Who he was, he had no idea, but the James Barnes of his past was not who was standing before you in the hall.

You gave him a warm smile as you made eye contact, and he returned it with a friendly grin of his own.

“Hey! James, right?” You asked sweetly, and he nodded in confirmation as you fished your own keys out from the pocket of your jeans. “Funny how we seem to keep meeting like this… You at your door, me at mine,” you joked as you gestured between the two of you, and it genuinely made him laugh.

“Such strange places for either of us to be. We can’t keep seeing each other like this,” he tossed back, your airy giggle filling the landing. You were the first person all day that he hadn’t minded starting a conversation with. He didn’t know you all that well, he’d only seen you in the building a handful of times, but your interactions always left him with a smile on his face – in comparison to the rest of his daily encounters, that was a high compliment. “Making more banana bread rounds?” He asked only a little awkwardly, gesturing up the stairs you’d just descended from as he tried to keep the conversation going. .

“Hm? Oh! No, not today,” you answered, a little uncertain yourself. At least, that’s what he could guess from your posture, picking at your hands as you kept them in front of you.

“That’s good. I don’t need any competition for your leftovers,” he joked, earning an amused grin.

“Is that so?”

“Are you kidding? That was the best banana bread I’ve had in eighty years.” You laughed out loud, your face scrunched up as you threw your head back. At least it had come across as funny because he wouldn’t have known how to play it off otherwise. “I may or may not have polished it off in one sitting,” he continued when your laughter had come back down to a chuckle.

“Oh gosh, I’m glad to hear it! I’ll have to let you know when I make another batch,” you smiled, the warmth in your voice practically reaching out and taking hold of him, and he couldn’t say he minded.

“Please do.”

The conversation hit a short lull – though shockingly, not an awkward one – and he feared whether this would be the end of it. Something about you made it easy to open up a little bit more, and he liked branching out from talking to either his therapist or Mr. Nakajima; neither of those conversations were easy, but unfortunately required. You were different.

Before he could worry too long, your brows shot up on your forehead as you came to some sort of realization. “Oh, hey! What are you doing for the holidays?” you asked excitedly.

“I uh… I won’t lie, I hadn’t even realized Christmas was coming up so soon,” he admitted. “I don’t really have any plans.” He could confidently say that was the understatement of the century, having lived through most of it.

“Well, if you need somewhere to go, I was gonna do something Christmas Eve. Just, y’know, make some snacks and put on a few holiday movies,” you shrugged, and for a moment, Bucky genuinely didn’t know how to respond. “I’m new to the city so I haven’t found my people just yet, but nobody needs to be alone during the holidays.”

When Bucky met you, he had opened his door to find you smiling directly at him, handing him a plate of banana bread muffins, and introducing yourself as his neighbor across the hall. And now, only a few days later, you were inviting him into your apartment to celebrate the holidays. He hadn’t been graced with this amount of kindness in a very long time, and it was more refreshing than he was prepared for.

“Is anyone else coming?” he asked slowly, not quite sure what to do with himself and this wave of emotion that had hit him.

“Uh, well I’ve been knocking on other people’s doors kinda asking the same thing,” you started, gesturing to the stairs you’d come down from a few minutes ago. “A lot of people are traveling, or have other plans. Or, you know, are lying to the stranger who just invited them to her apartment a few floors down.” Your comedic shrug made him chuckle under his breath, and he liked how easily you put a smile back on his face.

“So it’d just be you and me?” Did that realization make him nervous? This whole interaction would be a hell of a lot easier to navigate if he could just understand what the hell his own feelings were doing.

“That’s what it looks like... if that makes it too weird, that’s okay! But if you’re an introvert like me and like that there won’t be people there, my offer still stands.” Now it was your turn to look at him a little nervously, completely unaware that he could tell, waiting to see if you would end up having to spend the holidays alone.

In that moment he realized that you were just two lonely people. One in need of a little extra kindness, and one with that much extra to give, conveniently placed right at each other's doorsteps.

“I’ll be there.”

When Bucky knocked on your door a few days later, you answered in a cozy-looking sweater, leggings, and tall fuzzy socks with festive patterns on them. He started to feel a bit nervous about the stark contrast of his leather jacket and gloves – more specifically, about what he would say if you asked about taking them off – but the warm smile that spread across your face managed to ease his worries. For now.

“Hey! Come on in!” You beckoned, holding the door open wider and turning back into the apartment, allowing him to follow in after you. “I’m glad you came over, I’ve been here all day and I just… well, human interaction could do me some good,” you laughed, and he chuckled with you.

“Don’t mention it. I’ve been there, it’s… I’m glad to fill the position.” You smiled sweetly as you flitted through the space to the kitchen, and he took a second to take in his surroundings while you were occupied.

Your apartment had a different layout than his, your front door dropping him directly into your open living room on his left, and the decently sized kitchen separated by a half wall of counters to his right. It was hard to judge precisely how large the space was as the only things in the room were a couch, a TV sitting on a dresser that definitely wasn’t in its final position, and a neat arrangement of cardboard boxes in the middle of the living room. And yet, despite the lack of living this space had gone through, it was far more warm and inviting than he was expecting. Even so early on, it felt like a home.

You had an assortment of foods and snacks jumbled together on the countertop closest to him, and he watched as you pulled a few more dips and toppings out of the fridge. He had half a mind to laugh at the comical amount of food you had prepared for just two people, but he was a super soldier whose monthly expenses were starting to make him count his pennies... He could make a sizable dent in your selection without even trying, and leave only feeling a little bit guilty.

“Sorry for the mess,” you started, stepping around a different stack of boxes piled in front of your cabinets. “I definitely thought that I’d have plenty of time to make my apartment look presentable by now, but I underestimated how much crap I have, so… I’ve made my peace with the cardboard coffee table for now.”

“I mean, you’ve been here how long, maybe two weeks?” He asked, and you nodded as you popped a loaded cracker into your mouth. “I’d expect you to have a cardboard coffee table still. It’s only a small change from the three pieces of furniture in my living room.”

“Three? How long have you lived here?”

“About a month,” he answered with a tight-lipped smile, and a small grin appeared at the corner of your lips. “To be fair, I didn’t really have anything when I moved in, so it’s… a work in progress.” You nodded in understanding as you pointed at him with intention.

“Well, that’s different! Having to furnish an apartment is expensive, it takes time. Organizing the hodge-podge of shit you’ve collected over the years is less forgiving,” you explained, and he laughed when you rolled your eyes at all the boxes still surrounding you.

Bucky was still trying to figure out how he wanted to settle into your space, but watching you be so candid and casual within minutes of his arrival was like a palette cleanser. Sure, maybe you didn’t know about the vibranium hiding under his left sleeve – nor that the history associated with it was his to claim – but watching you pick nonchalantly at the finger foods displayed between you was slowly eating away at his unease. You were relaxed and comfortable around him…

It was a nice change.

“Help yourself, don’t be shy! Eat as much as you like, I’m sick of reheated leftovers, so if you don’t eat them now you’ll be taking them home,” you ordered pointedly as you stepped back into the living room, leaving him chuckling quietly to himself. “I’ll go ahead and put on something festive… Do you like old movies, James?” you questioned as you reached for the tv remote.

“Define old movies…” he offered cautiously. Catching up on the pop culture of the last seventy years had been a daunting task he’d barely scratched the surface of.

“Like, really old. Classic Hollywood, from the forties and fifties.” Thank god…

“Yes. Yeah, I do. They- Yep, those are my favorite,” he fumbled, grateful that he’d at least know how to steer his way through most of this conversation. You looked ecstatic at his answer.

“Have you seen White Christmas?” You asked excitedly.

Dammit.

“I uh- no, I haven’t gotten to that one yet.”

“What?” you asked incredulously, sounding offended as you snapped your head around to look back at him. “Oh, we’re watching it right now, you’re gonna love it.”

Bucky raised both of his brows as if to ask if you were serious, a playful expression tugging at his features, winning him over when you gave him a sly grin before turning back to find the movie on your screen. What was he getting himself into…

“It’s got some big names, too. Rosemary Clooney, Bing Crosby, and … shoot, I always forget his name…” you trailed off, fidgeting your fingers in concentration. He spared a glance up at you as he waited for you to figure out what you were trying to say, only to see a familiar face appear on the screen as you selected the movie. Well, somewhat familiar.

“Is that Danny Kaye?” He piped up, remembering that painted smiling face from posters when he was younger.

When Becca came home from school in the summer of what had to be 1940, his family had driven up to Manhattan. As a treat, their parents had bought tickets to a show at the popular nightclub there – La Martinique – to see none other than Danny Kaye and his wife perform. It had been earlier in his career than whatever this movie was you were trying to show him, but if the smile on your face had anything to say for it, the vintage actor’s career must have done pretty well after the Barnes family had a chance to see him.

If he only had a nickel for each time he’d seen a celebrity in the 40s end up doing well for themselves. One for Danny Kaye, one for Howard Stark… That money could’ve at least bought him a soda to enjoy while being promised flying cars – and he was still waiting on those.

You snapped your fingers and pointed back at him with a wide expression of relief. “Yes!! Danny Kaye… Ugh, he’s so good in this.”

“No kidding. I’ve seen him in- uh… in other movies,” he started, recovering weakly from almost letting a detail slip that he very much would not have been able to explain. ‘I watched him perform in person over 70 years ago’ wasn’t exactly a shared experience. “My interest is piqued. Let’s see if it’s as good as you say,” he teased, happy when you hadn’t caught onto his blunder and shot him a smug look.

“It will be.”

…

Bucky didn’t know what to expect from your classic holiday movie, but opening on a scene from the front lines of the war hadn’t been anywhere close.

“Christmas Eve, 1944.”

That was a date he’d remembered living, having spent it similarly to what he saw on the screen. The Howling Commandos had banded together in their temporary camp, pulling together any bits and pieces they could to decorate one of the smaller trees growing just inside the perimeter. The men had shared traditions from back home, sang holiday carols, and kept Dum Dum Dougan from doing anything too outlandish. He definitely kept Steve on his toes, acting as an oversized mother hen to the whole group.

“God, some of them are just so young.”

Your voice took Bucky out of his thoughts, looking up to see your gaze locked on the screen with a commiserative expression. Your eyes followed a young soldier in one of the back rows before you turned back to look at him, becoming a little sheepish as you attempted a smile.

“I know that sounds ridiculous. Like, they’re not actually out at war, he’s just an extra in the background, but…”

“But it happened.”

He’d seen those boys come in. As Sergeant James Barnes of the U.S. Army in 1943, he’d seen men of all ages come into his responsibility as privates, the war encouraging an influx of men enlisting, himself included. Some of his men had wives and families they were fighting for. Some of them were around his age, having nothing better to do with their “able bodies” than surrender them to their country’s use.

Some of those boys were freshly eighteen, enlisted mere days after their birthdays, and dropped in his hands. He’d even seen some as young as seventeen, having managed to get away with lying their way into the army, and each one of them made him feel more and more anxious about Steve’s ability to succeed at doing the very same thing.

“I think people forget about that, sometimes,” you continued, your gaze back on the screen as you looked through the crowd of soldiers in between the crooner’s solo shots. “Just how young, or even how human these soldiers were.”

He felt a lump start to form in his throat at your sentiment.

“Obviously I know that these guys aren’t actually out on the front lines,” you continued, a small laugh escaping as you gestured toward the movie. “But I just… it makes me think about the soldiers who were actually out there and the lives they had. Their loved ones, wives and children, friends and girlfriends they might have left behind. What they went through when they were out there…”

You paused, and when he studied the tight-lipped smile you were giving him, he knew you were trying to stop yourself from getting emotional. It caused a strange sort of tug of war in his brain, instincts that had been long since dormant wanted to prevent your tears, keep you happy. And yet, he was baffled by how moved you were by stories of these soldiers…

Soldiers like him.

“Sorry, this- I know this is silly, but-”

“I don’t think it is,” he offered quickly, and his train of thought was momentarily derailed when your sparkling eyes caught his – apparently the power of a pretty woman’s crying eyes still had an effect on him seventy years later.

He may not have been that same suave ladies' man anymore, but he wasn’t about to deny the fact that you were a very pretty woman, one that the old James Barnes would have been pushing people aside to ask you for a dance. He was old, not blind.

“Really? Getting all sentimental about people who don’t really exist?” You snarked, trying to laugh it off.

“But some of those men – the actual people – don’t have anyone to think about them like this anymore. Its… I think they’d appreciate knowing someone remembered their efforts.” He needed to stop and collect his thoughts for a moment, dancing on that line between his truth and the white lies he’d been telling so as not to stand out as a 105-year-old war veteran.

If you kept looking at him like you could see into his soul he’d be spilling his guts in no time. He wasn’t ready to be seen like that, not by anyone, not by you. You were the only person he had actually wanted to talk to, he liked getting to know you, getting to relax for two fucking seconds without being holed away from the rest of the world…

He couldn’t risk losing that. Losing you.

“I- I hadn’t thought of it that way,” you contemplated, pursing your lips as you reevaluated your emotions. “What made you think of it like that?”

I’m one of them.

Yeah, that wasn’t an option.

“Uh, my dad, I think… he was in the Army before I was,” he started, which wasn’t technically a lie. But with the exaggeration, it gave him a moment to reflect on the truth, and remember those moments with his father so many years ago. “He was able to come home early after being wounded overseas. But even years later, he would look at the young men in their uniforms with this look in his eye… like he was taking the time to understand them, care for their situation like he wished he’d had someone to do for him.”

George Barnes had never been a man of many words, especially not about his feelings. But that didn’t mean he hadn’t shared his stories with his children and passed on the legacy he’d carried with him through his service years.

And now haunting the conversation Bucky was boring you with now. Way to be a sad sack, Barnes.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to bring the whole mood down,” he tried, giving you an apologetic grimace, but your expression only softened.

“Stop, you didn’t bring anything down. Besides, I started it,” you shrugged, and he couldn’t help but chuckle nervously. “So, you said you’re in the Army?”

Did he say that?

He did.

Shit.

“I- well, I was. I’m uh… I’m not now.” Oh this was going fucking swimmingly. “I was discharged,” he finished awkwardly. He was tempted to just walk out your front door. Empty stomach, empty hands, dignity in shambles… but his identity intact.

“Oh, okay. Do you mind me asking what happened?”

Every muscle in his body was telling him to run. Get up and bolt out the door. But what good would that do him? You were his Neighbor. He couldn’t go far, and even if he escaped this conversation now, he would still see you in the hall between your apartments.

Bucky was stuck. If he ran, your friendship would be strained. It was even a friendship yet, it wasn’t anything yet, and he would ruin it. But if he stayed, one more slip could mean you finding out who he was. And what then? Would the Winter Soldier come back to ruin this for him anyway?

“I was… medically discharged,” he started, his throat tight as he forced himself to say something. Maybe if he kept it vague, he stood a chance at making it out to see the light on the other side. “There was an accident. I uh… well, I don’t usually talk about it.”

“I’m so sorry, I- we don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to. I didn’t mean to pry,” you rushed to assure him, mere moments after he’d fumbled his way through an excuse. He felt like he’d just run a marathon, his heart thumping wildly in his chest as he realized he’d somehow made it through. You were now the one sitting awkwardly, fiddling with your hands once again as you wracked your brain for a change of subject, some way to backpedal towards common ground.

The two of you had that in common.

“It’s okay, really. Besides, I started it,” he tried, throwing your words back at you with a small grin. A strange sense of ease washed over him when you laughed, relaxing back into your seat and sparing a glance back at the television screen.

The division had just finished singing a heartfelt song to their general – much more emotional than he wagered the average man of his time was capable of expressing, but that’s a Hollywood adaptation for you – when the sounds of explosions became much more prominent, men running for cover this way and that. It was, unfortunately, a familiar scene.

“You have to watch this!” You cried, quick at attention once you realized which part of the movie you were in. “It goes by quickly, but it’s important!”

“Alright alright, I’m watching,” Bucky smiled, welcoming the topic change as he settled on the couch next to you, watching this scene you deemed so important before he set out to tear into the snacks on the counter.

Much to his own surprise, it was really nice. If someone had told him a month ago that he would thoroughly enjoy himself as he watched a movie on his neighbors couch, he wouldn’t have believed you. But he also wouldn’t have been able to anticipate that the neighbor in question would sing along to all the songs or gush about the sway of the women’s skirts – he listened as you described your dream dress in great detail, and he hung onto every word. “Something just like this pink one Judy has on, but maybe in a darker color? Like a dark blue…”

Bucky wouldn’t have believed he’d be laughing over a plate of appetizers as you mocked the nasally blonde side character, or stopping himself from spitting his coke everywhere when you rattled on about just how “freakishly tiny” Judy’s waist was – your words, not his. He’d even found himself comfortable enough to open up on his own, avoiding any conversation coming close to his complicated past, but he liked being able to talk with you about things he was familiar with.

He’d helped you set up your record table when he brought it up on accident, relieved when you offered to give him a tour of your collection when it was a similar interest. And, having moved into aiding with handiwork around your apartment, he was quick to offer his super-solider enhancements to get the dresser moved at least to the right room. You tried to insist he didn’t have to, but when you watched how easily he accomplished it, the protest fell quietly out of the conversation.

He liked being useful. He liked making you laugh… Mostly, he liked feeling like himself again. Whoever he was, it felt good to be someone he didn’t mind seeing in the mirror.

Maybe he’d run into you in the hall more often.

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Masterlist | Ch. 1

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oliverreedmasterass · 1 year

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Part 3!

Credits to @starcatcherkiszka for the fic idea!

In case you want something to listen to while you read: ✨Summer of 69 Playlist✨

Words: 4k

Warnings: drug use, language, mentions of drinking and nudity

Synopsis: Greta Van Fleet somehow manages to travel back in time to the Summer of 69, during the Woodstock Art and Music festival. You can only imagine what hijinks they’re going to get up to.

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Considering Jake and Danny were acting like a set of toddlers, the rest of their trek to the festival could have gone a lot worse. Things only got bad for a little bit when Jake veered off the road and started stumbling through someone’s backyard, only to be chased back to the street by a man wielding a shovel. By the time the venue was within sight, Jake and Danny were coming down from their highs and finally starting to make more sense.

“I could go for a drink of something,” Jake spoke the first coherent sentence Sam or Josh had heard from him in over an hour.

“Me too,” Danny agreed. At some point in their walk he had acquired a beaded headband, which he was using to push his long hair out of his face. He had no recollection of where it had come from.

“We’ll find something when we get inside,” Josh promised them. “We’re so close.”

“Where did my shoe go?” Jake asked.

“You lost it when that guy was chasing you,” Sam caught him up to speed.

“That wasn’t very Hare Krishna of him,” Jake frowned.

At long last they finally reached the fenced entrance, which was jam-packed with all kinds of different people, all eager to get inside. Josh noted that, if they really wanted to, they could have all collectively pushed on the fence and made it topple over to gain access to the festival. But, instead, they had to wait for another painful half hour as everyone slowly filed through the small opening in the fence.

They stepped inside and were immediately spellbound. Word had definitely gotten around that something exciting was happening, because the farm field in front of them was filled to the brim. Greta Van Fleet had played some pretty large shows in their time, but it really didn’t compare to what was in front of them. The sea of people extended as far as the eye could see.

“Something tells me we aren’t gonna get barricade, guys,” Sam joked. Jake genuinely looked upset. Danny scanned around the area and his eyes brightened when he saw a group of people with flowers in their hair, handing out paper cups of water. All that walking and tripping balls had really made him dehydrated. Since he knew Jake was in the same boat, he grabbed his arm and pulled him away from Sam and Josh to the people.

“Oof,” Jake grunted, though he perked up when he realized where they were headed.

“Welcome to Woodstock!” a girl in a pair of flare jeans and a striped yellow shirt greeted them, handing out two cups of water. Jake and Danny both smiled at her to be polite, and then proceeded to slam the water down, emptying their cups in under 2 seconds. With wide eyes, the girl reached behind her and grabbed two more cups for them. “You been walking for a while?”

she asked.

“You wouldn’t believe the journey we’ve been on,” Jake started to reply, but Danny stepped on his foot to get him to stop. With the drugs fully worn off, his tolerance for stupidity was a lot lower, especially when it came to openly admitting they had time traveled. Jake scowled at Danny since he had accidentally stomped down on his bare foot, and then went out of his way to clear his throat and turn to the girl.

“Yeah, the traffic out there is bad, we had to walk about five miles to get here.”

“Did you lose your shoe along the way or do you just prefer to keep that foot out?”

“It’s a personal style choice,” Jake joked with her. “But in all seriousness, is there a place where I can find some shoes around here?”

As the girl started to point towards a line of vans on the opposite side of the field, Josh handed Jake his sneakers.

“I want to go barefoot,” Josh explained. “Give me your shoe.”

Looking mildly confused by how Josh had managed to kick off his shoes so quickly, Jake tucked the sneakers under his arm and held onto Josh’s shoulder to keep himself balanced while he slipped out of his single white van. He silently handed it to Josh, and Josh grabbed it, wound up his arm, and chucked the shoe into oblivion. A car alarm sounded in the distance.

“I can’t tell you how long I’ve been waiting to do that,” Josh explained himself.

Jake stared at him. “You’ve been wanting to throw my shoe?”

“You guys are outta sight,” the girl laughed as she continued handing other people water.

“Thank you,” Jake started to tell her as Danny dragged him and Josh away.

“Let’s keep the interactions to a minimum,” he whispered between them.

“Nice to have you back, Danny,” Jake sighed. It had been fun screaming about the mushroom people and hitting Josh with a stick because he looked like a pinata with Danny on their trek to Woodstock. They didn’t have a worry in the world between the two of them, which was something Danny needed to experience more often.

“Someone needs to be responsible,” Danny protested.

“Oh, so I’m off the hook now?” Sam joined them, wrapping an arm around Josh’s shoulder. “If that’s the case,” he trailed off, heading for the vans that the girl had directed them towards. “I’m gonna look at the vintage clothes,” he called over his shoulder. It seemed like they were between sets because no music was playing, so they decided to trail behind Sam.

The vans were a sight to see: they were parked one behind another, forming a seemingly never-ending chain that ran parallel to the stream that cut through the far end of the property. While some of the vans were entirely locked up with their blinds drawn, most of them had their side doors wide open, plumes of smoke pouring out.

Sam approached an especially large van that had a collection of shirtless men sitting in front of it, passing around a bong and chugging down some beers. It was basically Sam’s scene. The greatest part of the allure for him, though, was the collection of clothes they had laid out in front of them in the grass. Fur vests, paisley pants, anti-war shirts, and white tunics were sitting there, as if waiting for them. Sam, Josh, Jake, and Danny all spotted something that they were itching to wear.

“How’s it going?” Sam greeted the group, making Danny grit his teeth in concern from behind him.

“Hey man,” one of the guys, sporting an impressive, dark mustache, raised his beer to Sam. “Having a gas over here.”

“Nice clothes,” Sam motioned down to the pieces.

“If you like anything, we can make a trade,” the guy manning the bong piped in.

“Like cash?” Sam raised an eyebrow.

“Nah, we accept other currency,” the guy nodded down at his bong.

“Oh,” Sam breathed out in understanding. “Shit, I don’t have any on me.”

He turned back around to Jake, Danny, and Josh for support. Eyeing a Sgt. Pepper-looking purple jacket, Jake leaned over and snagged the LSD from Danny’s pocket.

“This work?” he asked, holding the packet up and shaking it.

“I heard that shit is the good kind,” a guy with hair curlier than Josh’s spoke up. He hopped down from the van, which he had been sitting inside, and approached Jake to take a closer look. “Have you had any?” he asked Jake.

“Best high of my life.” Jake wasn’t entirely lying.

The guy tugged the packet out from Jake’s fingers and brought it back to his buddies to observe. Finally, one of them turned around for a brief moment to motion to the clothes.

“Have at it.”

Immediately the four rushed to claim what they had been eyeballing. Without a care in the world, Jake tossed his black button up off and slipped on the jacket. Danny snatched a white tunic with flowers stitched on the collar before Sam could grab it, causing Sam to give a massive pout. To the surprise of no one, Josh slipped into an oversized parka-type outfit made out of a stunning, hypnotizing orange, yellow, and red fabric so he looked like he was wearing a parachute. Sam, disgruntled that Danny had stolen his first pick, opted for a long sleeve jean top with a matching pair of pants that had been painted over with peace signs, flowers, and other psychedelic etchings. He put the top on, ignoring the buttons to reveal his bare chest, and noted with a smile that it fit perfectly. He was about to ask where he could change into the pants, but stopped when he saw that Jake was nonchalantly pulling down his jeans in the middle of the field to trade them for a pair of velvet flare pants. After a quick scan around, Sam noted that no one was batting an eye at Jake’s public nudity. So, with a shrug, he put on his new pants out in the open and was about to offer his clothes to the guys at the van when Danny took them from him.

“We’re gonna have to burn these,” Danny laid down the law. “What would these people do if they saw a tag from Uniqlo?”

“I don’t know, but we would somehow cease to exist because of it,” Jake rolled his eyes from behind Danny.

“Butterfly effect,” Danny turned on his heel to coach Jake. “You can’t underestimate the butterfly effect.”

“Obviously not,” Jake murmured. Danny plucked Jake’s jeans and shirt from his hands and did the same to Josh, who looked surprised. He scanned around and then his face brightened when he spotted a pack of matches sitting unattended on a folding chair by the van. Jake, Josh, and Sam watched as he retrieved the matches and then hustled into the wooded area without another word. Sam was about to follow him, since it’s hard to turn down the opportunity to watch a bonfire, when he stopped in his tracks.

“Holy shit,” his voice shook.

“What?” Jake turned in a full circle to try and figure out what was going on.

“Please don’t tell me you left your wallet in your old pants,” Josh’s tone was tired.

“No, look,” Sam’s hand wobbled as he pointed two vans down. Jake and Josh tried to follow what was setting Sam off but they were coming up short. “That’s Joan fucking Baez,” Sam gasped. “Like, standing right there.”

“Danny’s not here,” Josh noted. “You should talk to her before he runs back to stop you.”

Sam’s face started to redden. “I don’t know what I would say.”

“Just be cool,” Josh pushed Sam along. “You’re good at that.”

“No I’m not,” Sam’s voice cracked, but he found that he was moving towards the legendary Joan Baez anyways.

The next thing he knew, he was standing in front of her, babbling like an idiot.

“I love your work with Bob Dylan, your lyrics are unlike anything I’ve ever heard, it’s just so profound and thoughtful and nuanced and your voice is exceptional, you’re such an incredible artist, I can’t believe I’m standing in front of you right now, I mean I’m so starstruck right now I can feel my heart pounding against my rib cage sorry that’s totally oversharing but wow it’s just such an honor to even be in your presence, I feel like the luckiest person alive.”

“You’re too kind,” Joan Baez gave Sam a smile, though it seemed clear that she was a bit unsettled by him.

“Wildwood Flower really shaped who I am as a person,” Sam continued to talk her ear off. “Everytime I hear it, it’s like a visceral feeling. I can escape from reality for as long as that song is playing.”

“Thank you,” Joan Baez nodded again. “That’s an older one, I’m impressed.” Sam opened his mouth to continue talking, but she cut in. “I’m so sorry, I don’t mean to be rude but I need to get back to the stage. I just wanted to walk the perimeter to clear my head a bit before I go on.”

“You haven’t performed yet?” Sam looked so excited, he could lay an egg.

“Later tonight,” Joan Baez promised him. “I have a feeling you won’t miss it.”

She moved away, back towards the large stage, leaving Sam dumbfounded.

“Joan Baez just talked to me,” he whispered. “Joan Baez knows I exist.”

Josh and Jake approached him and Josh slapped a hand on his shoulder.

“You were so calm and composed, Sammy.”

“Do you think?” Sam sounded hopeful.

“No,” Jake snorted.

Suddenly the stunning sound of a sitar started to thunder across the fields, which was met by cheers and applause from the crowd.

“Ravi Shankar,” Josh’s eyes darted around in excitement. “I need to get closer to the stage to see this.”

Jake and Sam watched as Josh tried to run as fast as he could in his oversized outfit, the fabric fluttering behind him like a butterfly’s wings. Jake let out a small chuckle at his twin and then focused his attention on Sam.

“Having a good time?”

“I’m still not entirely sure any of this is real,” Sam admitted. “But I just met Joan Baez, so I’m gonna try to convince myself that it is.”

“I hope it is,” Jake agreed.

The two brothers stood side by side, watching Josh as he quickly made his way closer to the stage, brushing past the other concert goers and even going out of his way to jump over those on the ground like they were hurdles. By Ravi Shankar’s second song, Josh was directly next to the stage, front and center, screaming and cheering at the top of his lungs. By that point, Jake and Sam had meandered into the crowd to find a good spot to rest, and they could see clearer that Josh was attempting to dance to the music, though it proved to be hard in his outfit. It didn't matter though since other people around him started to follow suit, twisting back and forth and waving their arms around like the inflatable men in front of car dealerships.

Jake had to do a double take when he noticed that someone was talking to Josh at the front of the stage, and then leading him to the backstage area. He elbowed Sam in the ribs and motioned towards Josh.

“They’re taking him backstage.”

“What did he do?” Sam frowned. “Bribe them with drugs?”

Jake shrugged.

“Danny’s been gone for a while,” Sam took a moment to think. “Do you think he’s okay? I don’t smell any smoke. Or, not any wildfire smoke. He should be okay, right?”

“I’m sure he’s fine,” Jake said, sounding entirely unconcerned.

Danny was in fact not okay. He had succeeded in retrieving a decent collection of logs that looked especially flammable by the stream and dug a hole to stack the wood in. With a strike of the stolen matchbox, he had a hearty light aflame and was quick to grab his University of Michigan shirt from his pocket and send it into the crackling flames. While that burned, he started to sort through his friends’ clothes, dropping them one by one into the fire, which was growing higher.

“Almost there,” Danny whispered to himself.

“Oy!” a gruff voice called behind him. Danny contemplated running for a split second, but wasn’t confident he’d be able to get away, so he instead slowly turned around to face the voice. Behind him, a stout, farmer-looking man stood with his hands on his hips, staring Danny down. “Who told you you could start a fire?”

“Uh,” Danny started to panic. What would someone from the sixties say? What makes sense?

“Deborah?” he guessed, wincing at his decision. The man studied Danny closer.

“Deborah?” he asked back.

“Yeah,” Danny attempted to regain his composure. “Deborah told me I could.”

“Where is Deborah now?”

Danny wanted to tell the guy to stop asking so many questions because it was making his head hurt. Instead, he pointed in a random direction back where the crowd was gathered.

“Over there,” he gave a bullshit answer. “With the blonde hair and blue top.”

There were about thirty people in the direction Danny had pointed who matched that description.

“That’s not gonna do it for me, pal,” the man shook his head. “Now I’m all for fire, but it’s gotta be controlled. You let that thing grow anymore and you’re gonna catch the trees on fire.”

Danny hung his head and nodded. He had been in a rush to get rid of their clothes, so he really didn’t take the time to follow the steps he had learned in cub scouts to build the safest fire possible. He deserved a slap on the wrist for being so reckless, even if he was only doing it to save the future of humanity. What he didn’t expect, though, was for the guy to place his meaty hand on his shoulder and start steering him away from the creek.

“Where are we going?” Danny squeaked out.

“I gotta take you back to my boss to see what we’re gonna do with you.”

Danny’s face fell.

“What happened to peace and love?”

“No peace or love when you’re setting shit on fire, man. We gotta draw the line somewhere.”

A few other guys who looked similar to the farmer guy approached Danny’s fire and started to stir it and douse it with water so the flames retreated back down to a glowing ember. Danny wanted to protest and argue his case, but he knew it was no use in the grand scheme of things. He had to keep his interactions to a minimum and, if that meant he was going to get kicked out of the festival, he’d have to suck it up and roll with the punches.

Back in the crowd, Jake and Sam tried to find where Josh had gone. It was hard to miss him since you could spot him from a mile away with the fabric he was wearing, but after he had ducked around the perimeter of the stage, he was nowhere to be seen.

“Should we try to go after him?” Sam asked.

“I mean,” Jake thought aloud, “Yeah. If he’s going backstage, I want to go back there too.”

Sam couldn’t argue with that, so they commenced on a stressful voyage, squeezing through the lines and lines of people who had settled in the field.

“Sorry!” Sam called out as he accidentally took a step in someone’s potato salad.

“Not groovy, man,” the couple shook their heads at him.

“This is stressful,” Sam complained as they made their way closer to the stage. “I think I’m starting to get claustrophobic or something, my head is spinning.”

“Deep breaths, Sammy,” Jake reminded him. “You need to look where you’re going.”

As soon as he said that, he accidentally walked into a young guy who was wearing a Red Wings tee. They both grunted and hopped away from each other.

“My bad!” Jake called out. The guy flashed him a smile and shook his head.

“All good, all good.”

Jake was about to turn and keep walking when he made a choking noise.

“What?” Sam rejoined his side.

“I think that’s Dad’s cousin,” Jake whispered, pointing at the guy who was now looking at Jake strangely. That was warranted, considering they basically had the same face.

“Do I know you?” he asked Jake.

“Not yet,” Jake couldn’t help but say, even though he knew Danny would murder him for his time travel joke. He also couldn’t hold back from giving a small wave and saying, “I’ll see you in about 30 years!”

“You’re an idiot,” Sam had to state the obvious as they kept walking.

“He’ll just assume we’re on drugs, it’s all good,” Jake nonchalantly replied. “I can have my fun without the butterfly effect happening.”

“I know for a fact that Danny would disagree with you on that one.”

They finally made it to the side of the stage, and Sam and Jake stood on their toes to try and catch a glimpse of their brother. Ravi Shankar’s music made it hard to hear one another and, on top of that, focus, since it was so spellbinding. Jake’s hopes rose when he spotted a guy with a walkie talkie standing a few feet away from them, crossing his arms like he had some level of authority.

“Hey!” Jake raised his voice and waved his arms around to try and catch his attention. The guy lifted an eyebrow and cocked his head to the side, so Jake motioned for him to come to them. It was frankly a surprise that the guy did just that, since it seemed like his job was to keep an eye on the spot he had just left. “Can we get to the back?” Jake asked. He had grown so accustomed to being granted backstage access in the present, it didn’t occur to him how delusional his request sounded.

“Musicians only,” the guy shook his head. “Sorry folks.”

“We are musicians,” Jake stated with a blank expression.

“We have a friend who got back there,” Sam cut in. “We just want to find him, that's all.”

“What does he look like?”

“Curly hair, stupid face, big old cloak of fabric,” Jake listed off on his fingers.

“Oh, that guy!” the guy nodded his head with a smile. “He’s a cool head. I can grab him for you.”

Jake and Sam both nodded, and were left to stand and focus on Ravi Shankar’s set. Jake looked back out over the crowd and whistled in disbelief. Everything was unbelievable. He tried his hardest to take in the view and sounds so they would remain with him forever. It really did feel like some higher power had handed them the opportunity of a lifetime.

“Howdy,” Josh’s voice caused Jake to snap around. He was still wearing his goofy outfit but had managed to acquire more beads and a pair of rounded sunglasses that were too big for his face. “I got us a spot in the lineup.”

Jake suddenly felt like he couldn’t breathe and Sam’s eyes bugged.

“Josh,” Jake’s voice quivered. “Why would you do that?”

“I was talking with this guy, I mentioned on the fly that we were in a band, and he said that we could play a couple of songs if we wanted. How could I pass up on that?”

“Danny’s not gonna go out there.”

“Where is Danny, by the way?”

It was convenient that, in that moment, the Hog Farm hippie dragged Danny past them.

“Danny!” They all called out. He gave them a frown and a sad wave. Before he could be taken away, Josh managed to step in front of the hippie and hold a hand up.

“What’s going on?” he demanded.

“Kid was starting a fire by the creek,” the hippie replied. “No fires allowed.”

“Are you booking him?” Sam asked.

“Just checking in with the big man about what we should do,” the hippie answered.

“Say you won’t do it again, Danny,” Josh said.

“I mean, yeah, I definitely won’t,” Danny said, sounding sincere.

“We’re all about forgiveness and love here, right?” Josh turned to the hippie. “How about letting him off with a warning. The fire didn’t get out of control, so now we can move on and forget about it. Dig it?”

The hippie seemed to contemplate Josh’s words, and then he finally gave a shrug.

“I do need to do another round to check in on people,” he admitted.

“We’ll keep an eye on the kid, don’t worry,” Josh promised.

That was enough for the hippie, since he dropped Danny’s arm and gave it a quick pat.

“No more fires,” he shook his finger at Danny. Danny couldn’t help but give him a salute. With that, the hippie took off, bobbing his head to Ravi Shankar’s music. Danny rubbed at his arm since the guy had been holding onto him pretty tightly, and gave an embarrassed smile at his bandmates.

“What did I miss?” he softly asked. Jake and Sam exchanged a nervous glance.

“Get warmed up, Danny,” Josh beamed. “We’re going on after Melanie.”

#greta van fleet #gvf #jake kiszka #josh kiszka #sam kiszka #danny wagner #greta van fleet fanfiction #greta van fic #gvf fanfiction #gvf fic #gvf fanfic #woodstock

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hi so im a really big fan of your works and was wondering if you could do something w this plot i have. So basically Jonathan gets vecna’d and while getting vecna’d he reminces on his past relationships, ranging from steve, to will, to even l*nnie. Maybe something along the lines of he wishes he spent more time with separate person (- minus l*nnie). And this is mainly for Joyce’s part, he could reflect on the pain she caused him (like staying w lonnie/sticking up for him whenever he hurt jonathan. Or how majority of the time joyce spends more time w will -which is understandable but yk-) its up to you if he gets fully vecna’d or not but i love this concept.

maybe even before he reflects on his relationships with the others, he reflects on himself. Like his newfound love for weed & his anxiety (maybe you could even touch on him having panic attacks, if your ok w it)

also stonathan is highly wanted! i just love this ship smm 💕 if you need any clearing up lmkk

Oh, yes, baby! I love the concept. Jonathan getting Vecna'd is just *mwah*. And thank you so much, I'm glad you like my stuff. :D

As a basic run-down of the idea I have for the fic:

I can so easily imagine him feeling useless or not there for the people he loves for both this apocalypse and the others that came before and just in daily life. Even feeling like he isn't needed and the others would be fine without him even if he needed them. If anything, they'd be better off without him because of all his issues.

Then he gets Vecna'd. He doesn't know what it is at first, of course, but he doesn't tell anyone. His symptoms get worse, but with everything going on he doesn't say anything about it and people don't notice, only confirming his self-doubt.

But Jonathan goes into another trance, and this time, Steve notices, and he is freaking out.

In the trance, Jonathan realizes what's happening from what he's been told about Vecna. He's launched into his worst memories. When Lonnie beat him as a kid, Will going missing, the broken camera, etc.

Jonathan knows memories are Vecna's game. And even if he believes him a little bit, he throws himself into his good memories. Will coming back, the time when his mom made him the worst but most earnest cake in the world for his birthday, his and Steve's first kiss.

It's a back and forth between Jonathan and Vecna. Vecna points out that his mom never stood up for him. Always making him the forgotten son. Jonathan remembers all the times she's stayed up late to make sure he had something to eat after working a late shift.

But Jonathan is losing. Because he does believe what Vecna's saying.

In the real world, Jonathan's stalled for long enough that Will is able to get one of the mixtapes he made for him years ago, and he plays it in Steve's car radio.

Jonathan is saved but not before he got hurt. He's left with a broken arm and damaged vision, both of which should heal in time. He wakes up, surrounded by people who love and care for him and are upset that he was hurt.

He starts to realize that maybe he might be a little wrong about himself.

Of course, with plenty of self-reflection and relationship studies throughout.

Or something like that; correct me if I have the wrong idea. I definitely want to flesh this as a full-length fic. It might be a while before it comes out, I'm pretty caught up in my kinktober stuff, but I will write this.

Thank you for the wonderful plot!

#ask answered #butterfly speaks #fic idea #request #jonathan byers #winona4evr #You've got me excited!

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aro-laurance-zvahl · 1 year

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hey now, don't beat yourself up about "unfinished" work. sometimes the purpose of writing is to shake your emotions out, or to test a new style, or to write the one specific scene you've been daydreaming about. 500 words is still a lot (trust, I did nano and thinking "I still have 500 words.." is daunting). no love, however brief, is wasted.

for a prompt, you never said if you wanted it fandom specific? so I think it could be fun to try and write smth in second person. you could do it in a, outsiders perspective looking in to whatever fandom situation you want. also, don't feel pressured to post it. sometimes our writing is just for us (though of course if you want to, I'm not holding you back!) :]

It has been. A bit of a rough week. Which made these 500 words take longer than my usual, but they shall not be wasted. Since I first followed you back in your Sanders Sides days, I figured I might well cobble together something SaSi. It’s from this LAMP soulmate AU I have, inspired by a fic I read years ago but when I reread it it just didn’t scratch the itch. It’s a mess of an AU, so many branching paths and no consistent timeline and probably at least 10k words of mess scattered around my drafts and 1k of them are probably the same words pasted into different draft where the situation goes a different direction. I have fun with it though, and I really like it which felt appropriate for this ask as well.

So without further ado, enjoy 537 words of Remy’s inner turmoil.

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You are fourteen years old, sitting with your best friend in his room. You’re pretending not to notice, but you can tell he’s looking at how the writing appears on your arm. You know he’s still mourning the fact his writing doesn’t appear on it anymore, and so are you.

Not that you don’t like your soulmate, he’s nice and his doodles are getting better, and you feel it in your bones you’ll love him when you see him, but you don’t think it’ll stop the weird grief you have about Virgil. He’s been your best friend since you were six, and for over two years he was your soulmate too. Until he wasn’t.

Looking back, maybe it was predictable. You two were kids, arms filled with possible soulmates that fate was still lining up perfectly. Nearly all of them would fade, and one day, for you, they did. You were left with one, like everyone figured would happen. You had already met your soulmate, you two would barely remember a day without that bond. Except the one wasn’t Virgil, and it could not have happened at a worse time.

You don’t think you could ever forgive fate for the shambles she left Virgil in, even if your soulmate is a god on earth. He lost so much that year because of stupid fate and you know he’s never been able to recover, so why should you love fate? You know she’s not kind, maybe she has been to you since that time but you’ve seen the cruel nature she harbors. You had to watch her break your best friend before either of you knew long division.

You take a deep breath. He just got back from the hospital, it’s not the time to go on one of your anger induced ramblings about fate. They make him sad anyway, and you’re supposed to be here to cheer him up. You try to focus back on the game in front of you, but your arm itches and you know it’s because fate is sinking her claws along the new markings, urging you to look and look and look.

You give in to her demands, sparing a quick glance down to relieve the hives like feeling dancing across your arm. It’s nothing important, just a few words asking you to remind him to ask for more stickers, you couldn’t even respond if you really needed to anyway. The itching fades as quickly as it began though, and you wonder how Virgil manages to never look at his own if you cave after moments? His soulmates are chatty too, from what you have gathered from the small things he says about them.

It’s most definitely not the time to ask though, so you once again adjust your grip on the controller in your hand and focus your vision back onto the game in front of you. It really sucks you have to finish the game for him, but he doesn’t want to wait the couple months for his cast to come off to see the end and you know he’d do it for you. You’ve been dying to talk about it with him anyway, and that is definitely a safe and happy subject.

#id put a read mkre but I’m on mobile and it’s not too long anyway #sorry to anyone that doesn’t care for sasi #sanders sides #Sanders sides lamp #implied lamp #sanders sides virgil #ts virgil #virgil sanders #remy sanders #I should prob give this AU a tag or something in case I ever post it again #fuck uh #SaSi hidden colors #now THAT is placeholder af but it’ll do #ask me about my hidden colors au if you wanna know more lmao

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madamewickedfiction · 2 years

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Is it alright if I request if you have any cute or fluffy headcanons for Sundrop and Moondrop?

Horray! Thank you, Anon, for my first request for the lineup of Security Breach fics. This was actually something I've always wanted to write since Sun/Moon are the cutest characters in the game! So, without further ado, these are some of my personal fluffy headcanons with our favorite daycare attendants!

Character(s): Sundrop, Moondrop, Reader

Y/N: Gender Neutral

Genre: Fluffy

Warnings: Small Mentions of Minor Injury

How the two robotic caretakers came into your life was quite the story. It happened during a family birthday trip to Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex. You were the oldest of two other siblings, a middle brother and a baby sister. Since your sister was far too young to play arcade cabinets, laser tag, or drive a go-cart, they had to drop her off in the Daycare so she wouldn't be left out.

When it was time to leave, your folks instructed you to head back to pick her up while they pulled their car to the front of the building. However, once you were inside, she wasn't anywhere to be found. After searching everywhere for her, you eventually found her at the Daycare's first aid station, where the Sun animatronic was attending to her scuffed knee after tripping over one of the wires from the generators (seriously, they need to fix that before a lawsuit happens).

After cleaning it with a warm towel, he stuck a Freddy Fazbear™ themed bandaid on it before pressing his faceplate to give a kiss to her poor booboo. You didn't know why, but it strangely warmed your heart to see the robotic sun character tend to your sister's injuries, like a parent. Sure, it was his job to look after young children, but seeing him cheer her up after taking a hard fall was moving, even for an AI.

A friendly greeting soon turned into more visits at the Pizzaplex, and the two of you got closer and closer each stay. Soon, a few months later, Sun was happy to call you his beloved ray of sunshine, and the two of you became a couple! There were definitely some cheesy yet adorable moments that came about as the two of you dated.

On days you went to the Pizzaplex, you brought your sister along so that you and Sun could keep her company while you spent time together. She looked forward to seeing Sun just as her big sibling did.ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

Sun always looked forwards to your visits! Sometimes he'd look at the clock several times to check just how long until you would get here, just the thought of you coming made him all warm and fuzzy inside!ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

With how slender his arms are, he would greet you with the biggest hug, snuggling you into his chest before pressing his faceplate to your cheek with a "mwah!" to kiss you! Oh! And he'd be sure to greet your little sis with a friendly hello too!ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

The two of you would often spend the day looking after your little sister and the rest of the rambunctious kids in the daycare, and you would join in on the various activities that took place each hour while enjoying each other's presence.ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

One day, while doing arts and crafts, Sun took the time to make you a very special gift. He would make you a ribbon bracelet in your favorite color with bells attached like his. He even wrote, "to my one and only sunshine, (Y/N)" on the back of it with extra sparkly glitter glue.ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

When he presented it to you, he even said something along the lines of "the bells sound so sweet, but not as sweet as the chimes of your voice." You swear you had to hide all the red on your face because you worried Sun would think you were running a fever.ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

Being around Sun always made you enjoy feeling like a kid again! From sliding down the slides with your sister in your lap several times to having a playful fight of tossing the colorful balls at each other in the ball pit.ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

Of course, all this playing would make you and the kids exhausted. So when snack time rolled around, Sun made sure to figure out your favorite snack and the flavor of Fizzy Faz from the Fazbear vendor bars and save them just for you. He even sits next to you with his head resting on your shoulder; how sweet!ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

When it was time to clean up after each activity, you helped with instructing the kids on how to clean, helping them put things back where they belong, and making sure everything was neat and tidy (and to make sure Sun's OCD wouldn't kick in, the poor thing stresses way too much!)ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

When everything was tidied up for the day, he sometimes awarded each of the kids with Sunnydrop candies. He gives one to your little sister and one to you (or two if he's feeling extra special) as a thank you for everything you do to help him with the Daycare.

Needless to say, your relationship with Sundrop was nothing but fun and enjoyment. However, there was still something that did seem... off about your visits with him. You began to notice that before a specific time, he would try to usher you from the Daycare for a short time until he lets you back in.

At first, it didn't seem like a big deal, but it began to happen more and more in your relationship, more than you'd like. After pushing it off for long enough, you tried to talk to him as to why he would have you leave. Knowing that he could hide it for much longer, it was when you discovered the animatronic's other half, Moondrop.

Moon was drastically different from the bubbly, energetic, and outgoing caretaker you knew; he was more secretive, defensive, and always kept to himself. Sun feared that if you ever met him, you wouldn't love him anymore! The poor thing was scared that you would be scared of him. But after communicating with him, his nerves were more at ease, and he trusted that you wouldn't freak out. It was about to be naptime in the Daycare, so Sun would soon say goodnight.

As expected, Moondrop was hesitant to approach you the first time he came out. He has never become attached to people, even if Sun knew them well enough. It took several days before Moon decided to tentatively stalk towards you. He spoke only a "hello," before tucking in the kids in their sleeping pads. Regardless, you were patient and friendly towards him, just as you would for Sun.

But it was that patience that Moon began to realize what Sun saw in you. You weren't scared or revolted by him when most saw him as a scary boogeyman. And that's all he ever wanted... to not be feared. When he got the courage to do so, he confessed his feelings to you, and of course, you full-heartedly accepted. Moon was an important part of Sun. After all, they wouldn't be the Daycare Attendant without them both, now would they?

Since you and Moon were now dating as well, you decided to bring some spare essentials from home to the Daycare for your little sister and the kids, such as comfy pillows, soft blankets, and even nightlights for those afraid of the dark.ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

Before it was naptime, Sun would always be sure to give you a peck on the cheek before saying goodbye for now and awaiting the automatic countdown for the lights to go out. Once they were off and he switched to Moon, he was pleased to see you here with him once again.ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

Moon was always more subtle and casual when it came to affection towards you. Instead of greeting you with hugs, or kisses, it's little things such as asking how you and your little sister are, how your day went or saving your favorite spot to sleep during nap time. It was sweet of him to be so considerate towards you!ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

When it was time for the kids to rest their heads, Moon would always incorporate you with the activities, such as helping him read aloud a bedtime story or even sing a soft lullaby as a music box plays within his chest compartment.ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

As with Sun, Moon also made a little something special for you. Although he wasn't as artistic as Sun, he decided to make a beautiful origami crescent moon made out of construction paper, and on the side, written in glow in the dark ink, reads "to my precious moonlight, (Y/N)."ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

He was so anxious about whether you would like it or not; he's NEVER given a gift so special to him before. But after receiving a single kiss on the cheek of his faceplate, his systems quite literally blanked out as he tried to maintain his composure. He's so cute when he's flustered!ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

One of the things Moon struggled with most was kids waking up from a nightmare, or they can't sleep. He doesn't always know the right thing to say or have a way with words. But with your help, you offer a hand to escort the kid back to his sleeping pad and help him back to sleep with a Moondrop candy.ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

After doing so much for the kids in the Daycare, it's only fair that you take part in naptime. Once the kids were settled in, you and your sister decide to climb into a sleeping pad of your own as Moon gently tucks a blanket for you and wishes you both a goodnight.ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

Little did you know that once you were asleep, Moon couldn't help but observe you from afar. Not in a way that seemed creepy. You just looked so calm.. and peaceful. He sometimes would watch over you until naptime was over, silently looming beside you as you're swept away in dreamland.ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

A few minutes before the lights would turn back on and naptime would be over, he would lean his faceplate down to your sleeping form, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before whispering, "I love you, moonlight" before switching over to Sun to wake everyone up.

Many people would find it strange being attracted to an animatronic, let alone the caretaker of a children's place. But Sun and Moon were more than just animatronic Daycare attendants; they were your partners. Even beneath their metal frames, they still have emotions, thoughts, and feelings. But those are only shared with one special person in their lives, one that means more to them than all the stars or clouds in the sky... And that is you.

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midgardianweasley · 3 years

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hiii i love your fics so much omg! anyway, i have a request that i've been daydreaming about that haha: nat and r get into a really big fight about smth (anything but cheating pls my heart won't be able to take that) and r kind of shuts down, and wanda & carol become super protective of her and follow her everywhere making sure she's ok. (and they're also glaring at nat any chance they get) but then nat comes into r's room one night and apologizes and they make up and snuggle and its soft hours

thank you so much! and of course lovely! here you go<33

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Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Summary: Natasha has been missing date nights, leaving Y/N embarrassed for the final time. When confronted, an argument unfolds, but can they come back from it?

Word Count: 4.6k

Warnings: some swearing, some self-neglect

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“Another drink, miss?” The waiter in a smart, black tux asked you for the second time this evening, a part of you felt that it was out of pity as you sat alone at a table for two, and had been for the last two hours.

You were supposed to be meeting your girlfriend tonight for date night, you got all dressed up, makeup applied and hair styled perfectly, which had taken forever, only to be stood up. You wouldn’t have overly minded if this was a first occurrence, you would’ve brushed it off and rescheduled for another night. Which is what you had done, two missed date nights ago.

This was your third night of sitting alone in a crowded, candlelit restaurant as couples around you glanced over with a sympathetic gaze, which had only made you feel worse. Your girlfriend should be here. ‘Natasha should be here’, you thought. You looked up at the kind waiter, giving him a gentle smile before shaking your head.

“No, thank you. I think I'm calling it a night.” You spoke as you hurried to gather your things and get out of there as soon as possible, trying to hold back tears that you refused to let fall, not in front of all of these strangers. You hated this. You hated feeling so exposed. So vulnerable. You couldn’t help but feel anger bubble inside of you, thoughts of Natasha being the only thing currently plaguing your mind, most along the lines of; ‘What was her excuse this time?’ ‘Who is she with instead?’, but, there was one in particular that you couldn’t help but focus on.

‘She promised.’

You hadn’t realised you were crying until you were in the taxi, catching a glimpse of yourself in the rearview mirror when the driver had adjusted it slightly to see the cars behind you, in the process, you’d also caught her eyebrows raise in concern and it wasn’t long before she started conversation.

“You okay back there?”

You laughed somewhat bitterly, but it wasn’t towards her. “Nothing I can't handle.”

Your response didn’t seem to settle her worry as she turned quickly and shot you a sad smile before returning her eyes to the road.

“Boy troubles?”

“Girl.” You rubbed your face, trying to rid yourself of any tear stains that may be lingering and messing up your once really pretty makeup. Not that it really mattered at this point.

“Ah, been there.” She held up her left hand, showing you the shimmering diamond on her finger. “The wife and I have had our fair share of arguments and fallouts, some of them included a situation like this one.”

“Crying in the backseat of a taxi?”

“Crying in the backseat of a taxi.” She laughed lightly, making you smile for the first time tonight.

“It had always worked out though, we’ve never been stronger.”

“Congratulations.” You looked towards the woman “I hope I could be so lucky.” You mumbled, though still loud enough for her to hear. You were mad at Natasha, more disappointed really, but you still loved her, dangerously so. She could stand you up for another 50 dates, and you’d still be head over heels. Angry, but your love would never falter.

“I’m sure you will be. If there’s one thing I've learned over the years, it’s that things have a way of falling into place eventually.”

Pondering her words, you looked out of the car window and noticed that you were pulling up to Stark Tower. It wasn’t long before the car came to a complete stop, the woman turning round to you and beginning to speak again.

“You’ll be okay. It’s obvious you love her, okay? Speak to her. I’m sure it’ll be alright.” She looked at you with nothing but kindness in her eyes, which you did your best to return with a smile. You reached into your purse, handing her the money owed, plus a tip.

“Thank you for the help.”

“Don’t worry about it, go get her.” She winked as you got out of the car and watched her drive away, quickly taking yourself inside to avoid freezing to death as the cold wind blew harshly. Kicking your heels off, you set off with one task at hand. Talk to Nat.

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“Hey, have any of you guys seen Nat?” You addressed some members of the team who were hanging out in the Kitchen, fixing themselves a snack or just conversing with one another. The second they looked up and took in their appearance, you could’ve sworn their faces paled and saddened slightly as if they knew what had happened.

“I think I saw her head off to train a while ago, but I'm not sure if she’s still there.” Carol replied, her face morphing into one of seriousness. She knew about the missed dates, having found you one night looking completely defeated in one of your nicest dresses and heels. She, alongside Wanda, who had found you both later that night, had spent their night comforting you and reassuring you that she probably hadn’t meant it. They didn’t know what to do, they’d never seen you look so sad before, no matter how much you told them it was okay, the pang in their chest for their best friend hadn’t ceased.

You nodded, quietly thanking Carol and wandered off in search for your girlfriend.

It didn’t take long, she was still training when you’d walked into the gym, sweat practically pouring off of her. Your heart softened briefly when you saw her, her fiery red hair tied back into a ponytail with loose strands all over the place, wearing a black t-shirt, grey sweatpants and a deadpan face as she attacked the dusty punching bag with such force that you’re surprised it hasn’t flown off of the chains yet.

She hadn’t noticed you had walked in, still giving all of her focus to her punches. Maybe she just hadn’t heard you?

“Hi Nat.”

Nothing.

“Nat”

All you could hear was the furious rattling of chains, still not getting a response from the redhead. With a sigh, you decided to try another approach. You stepped closer to her, still keeping a little distance, and leaned forward to tap her shoulder, instantly grabbing her attention. She flung herself around, arm still in midair, her closed fist almost coming into contact with your face.

You don’t know what you expected when she turned around and finally acknowledged your presence, but you definitely didn’t expect to be met with a scowl.

“Seriously? in the middle of training? I could’ve hit you.” She huffed as she turned back to her previous position.

“Sorry. I just wanted to come in and talk to you.”

“About?”

You paused, expecting her to look at you again, but she didn’t.

With a small sigh, you continued. “you missed date night again. I waited for you, but you were a no show.”

“Right, yeah, date night” she muttered, seeming to be unfocused as her eyebrows furrowed and her head kept darting around the room, looking anywhere but at you. “I’ll make the next one.”

“This is the third one you’ve missed this month.” You said firmly, wanting her to understand that this can’t keep happening, of course cancellations or rearrangements were bound to happen sometimes, but she’s just not showing up and then leaving you in the dark as to knowing why.

“I told you, i’ll make the next one.” She walked over to the bench, picking up her water bottle and taking a swig of water, looking directly at you, you look back at her and she just looks so, unbothered.

“I don’t believe you, Nat. You say you’ll make it up to me and then I sit there again, hoping that you’ll be there this time, but you don’t turn up. And now I come back and you’re just training. Could it not have waited? Was that seriously more important?” You raised your voice now, all the anger and frustration you’d felt earlier coming back up to the surface.

You just wanted an explanation, or something to justify how she was acting, but she gave you nothing, not even an attempt, only adding fuel to the fire.

“Why are you getting so annoyed? You should know better than anyone that this is my job.”

“I just explained that to you! Which is more than what you’re giving me right now.”

“Okay, fine, forgive me for not making everything about you for a minute.” She spat bitterly towards you, her temper starting to go as the discussion became more heated.

“Seriously? That’s how you’re seeing this?” If you weren’t so unbelievably irritated, you would’ve laughed at her response.

“You’re being selfish. So I missed a date or two, you’re blowing this out of proportion once again, it’s infuriating.” Selfish?

You raised both your hands, as if in surrender. It was one thing to ditch you, it was another thing to then insult you for speaking up about it. With a tight lipped smile, oozing with sarcasm, you decided that you’d had enough.

“I don’t need to listen to this.”

She shrugged her shoulders, adjusting the gloves she’d just put on. “Then don’t, i’m busy anyways.”. This time, you did laugh.

“What a fucking surprise.”. And with that, you turned on your heels and walked out, hearing the echo of punches fill the room once again, every one feeling like a punch to the stomach.

Maybe these are things falling into place, just not the place you’d hoped.

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You were still in bed at noon the next day, unable to bring yourself to get up and face the world. You didn’t need to worry about anything in the confinement of your bed, even more so considering it wasn’t the bed you shared with Natasha.

After speaking, well, arguing with her last night, you went straight to your shared bedroom, gathered some clothes and your essentials, and slept in your old room that you used to stay in before the two of you started dating. It felt wrong. You always spent your nights with a warm feeling of love washing over you as your girlfriend pressed kisses all over your face, tangling your limbs together in the process.

It wasn’t the same. You felt cold, a type of cold that no heating or blankets could solve. You lacked a weight on your waist, fingertips stroking the skin that was exposed due to your top riding up slightly. Instead, the only comfort you had was the small bear you’ve kept for the las year. It was one that Natasha had given you after she won it at the funfair on your third date, and you could never bring yourself to part with it, remembering how happy she looked when she handed it to you, and the butterflies you felt just from seeing her look so pleased.

The bear was a little worn and torn now, it had been ripped in a couple of places, now replaced with a little sewn on patch of material that didn’t exactly match the shade of brown, and one of the eyes had started to fall off, but you liked that it was different. The assassin had tried to offer to replace it and buy you a new one, but you’d always refuse, insistent that you would keep that bear with you for the rest of time. Even now, when the two of you weren’t speaking, you still held onto it with a death-tight grip.

A knock on the door snapped you out of your daydream.

“Y/N, open up, It’s me.” A familiar voice shouted through. Carol.

“And me!” Wanda.

You heard some muttering outside of the door, something along the lines of Carol suggesting they break the door down, immediately being told that it was unnecessary by the Sokovian. Feeling pretty against the idea of having a doorway with no door, you called out for them.

“Guys, it’s unlocked.” You were quiet, but it was clear that they had heard you as the faint talking stopped altogether and you heard them walk in and shut the door behind them with a ‘click’.

Wanda was the first to approach you, kneeling down beside the bed so that she was at eye level with you, pulling the bed covers down a little to uncover more than your forehead. Once she could see your eyes and nose, she sent you a warm smile.

“Hi sleepy. It’s noon.”

“I know.” She frowned when she heard you speak, your voice raspy from your crying through the night. She hated seeing you like this, she loved both you and Natasha, and it hurt to see you so sad because of the woman you adored.

“We should go and eat something, it’ll help.”

“‘M not hungry.” You pressed your head further into the pillow, the last thing you wanted to do was eat, your stomach already feeling like it was twisting with every minute that passed.

“C’mon, i’ll make you your favourite.” the blonde winked, leaning against your wardrobe.

“Your special pancakes?”

“With extra whipped cream.” She sang, playfully trying to encourage you to leave the bed. You had to hand it to her, she knew you too well.

WIth a brief look between the two, you rubbed your eyes and threw the covers off dramatically, sighing and ensuring that they knew you didn’t approve of this. They knew you were joking, even if you weren’t, all they cared about was making sure you were okay, knowing that when you felt like this, being left alone allows you to neglect yourself and get really low. They don’t mind if you dislike them for a little while, as long as you are looked after.

“There we go! Well done.” Wanda stroked your back and led you towards the door where Carol held it open for you.

“No breaking it down behind my back.” You shot towards her, slightly amused at the guilty look on her face as she realised you’d heard her quarrel beforehand. Shaking her head, she nudged you out of the door, and the three of you made your way into the kitchen.

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Carol had stuck to her promise of preparing a sweet treat for you, a stack of fluffy pancakes sat in front of you, topped with whipped cream and two cherries on top. You ate slow, still a little cautious of how stable your stomach felt. You could see your two friends talk with one another, not wanting to stare and make you uncomfortable, but occasionally looking over silently to check in on you.

You were feeling pretty content as you sat at the counter, munching away with the two avengers for company. It was only when you heard a voice that you could recognise anywhere.

“Hi guys.”

Not daring to look up, you ket your eyes focused on the food in front of you, hoping that if you just stay quiet, you’ll be invisible to the human eye.

“Hey Nat.”

“Hi.”

Wanda and Carol replied, wary of any interaction between the pair of you that could unfold into something neither of you wanted or that would lead to any regrets.

You lifted your head slightly, able to see the daggers Carol was throwing at Nat, not impressed with her being in the room. You both had always been quite close, often talking about life before becoming superheroes that protect the planet, in her case, planets. In the process, she’d found herself having a soft spot for you, wanting to protect you from anything that could bring you harm. Which you were grateful for, but her glaring was terrifying sometimes, you were more grateful for the fact that her powers weren’t in her eyes, otherwise you would’ve definitely become single five minutes ago.

You could see Natasha out of the corner of your eye, she was filling up the bottle she used for when she was training, her eyes weren’t on what she was doing, instead, she was trying to subtly look up at you through the hood of her eyes. You subconsciously took the opportunity to really take in her appearance.

Her hair hadn’t been tended to since you last saw her, half of it was hanging out of her ponytail, most of it falling in front of her face. Her eyes looked glassy and bloodshot, like she had been crying recently and you could’ve sworn that was your t-shirt she was wearing. The sight sent a wave of sadness over you, wanting nothing more than to leap over the counter and pull her into your arms and tell her things were fine, that the two of you were fine. But you stayed seated, too nervous to make a move.

You didn’t know it, but she regretted speaking to you last night, instantly realising what she’d done after she came back to her room to find it empty and half of your stuff gone. She knew immediately where you’d gone and would’ve gone through to talk it through with you, but she didn’t think it would help. She wanted you to have your time and space before approaching the situation.

With that, she tightened the lid on her bottle, sent you an apologetic smile and walked out of the room, leaving behind an awkward atmosphere in her absence.

“You alright?” Wanda asked

“Yeah, yeah no I'm okay. I’m feeling a little tired though, I'll catch you guys in a bit, okay?” You stood from your seat, not giving either of the two a chance to stop you as you walked out and back to bed. What a day.

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Hours had gone by now and you were back wrapped up under your bed covers, still clinging onto your bear. You hadn’t bothered to change, you went straight to bed after walking in the door. You’d managed to get some sleep earlier, not a lot, but it was something.

You tossed and turned, trying to find any way of being comfortable so your body could rest and your mind could shut off, but it was deemed to be impossible. All you could think about was your argument with Nat, and how she looked so upset earlier. The thought alone triggered the waterworks again, this time, you didn’t even attempt to stop them.

Only a couple of minutes had passed before there was yet again, another knock on your door. You rolled your eyes, really not wanting any more visitors, you were grateful for the help, but you really wanted to be alone.

“Guys, I’m fine! It’s late, get some sleep.” You called out, waiting to hear retreating footsteps, but they never came. Huh. That’s weird? You brushed it off quickly, assuming that it must’ve just been too quiet to hear, which you wouldn’t put past you due to all the sniffling you’ve been doing in an attempt to silence your crying.

You were wrong. The person at your door hadn’t walked away. They also weren’t Wanda or Carol. Instead, it was who you least expected to be in your room at god knows what time at night after the events that had unfolded recently.

“Hi.” The redhead whispered, worrying that if she spoke any louder, you’d be able to hear her voice shake with nerves, or the huge lump in her throat that wouldn’t budge.

You froze on the spot when you realised who it was, not entirely sure how you were gonna play this. Realistically, you might as well just see what it is she wants, it couldn’t hurt, could it?

“Hey.”

Her footsteps were practically silent but still felt deafening as she stepped closer to you, cringing slightly at how tense and forced all of this felt. It was her fault, she knew that, she hoped you did too. She didn’t want you blaming yourself for her actions, although she couldn’t say anything if you did, she was the one who had insulted you and planted the thought in your head, and she felt every fibre in her body beg for you to forgive her.

Approaching with caution, she walked up to the top of the bed, kneeling where Wanda had been earlier, but unlike Wanda, she didn’t reach out for you. She didn’t feel she had the right. Not now. She quickly took note of your eyes and how they were drooping and red, just like how hers had been earlier, which is how she could know in an instant that you had just been crying. She felt like a knife had gone through her chest at the sight, knowing that she had done that to you. She’d let you down so much that it had brought you to laying in bed alone and crying.

You mumbled something incoherent, completely muffled by the covers that were blocking your mouth.

“Sorry, I couldn’t hear you through the cover, could you tell me that again?”

You looked down a little, debating on doing it or just asking her to leave this conversation for another day. ‘But, she was already here, so you may as well get on with it.’ you thought, and with that, you tugged the covers down a little, letting Natasha see your full face now, unable to stop a tiny hint of a smile creeping up on her face. Your nose was runny, your eyes were puffy, and your face was flushed, but that didn’t change the fact that she still believed you to be the most beautiful woman she’d seen.

“Has something h-happened?” You hiccuped, noticing the frown take over her features as she maintained her eye contact with you.

“Yeah. i was a complete idiot.”

“Nat-”

“No, no, please. I want to explain. I need to explain. Please?” She pleaded, not caring how desperate she might’ve looked.

You paused for a minute before sighing gently, nodding at her and giving her a non-verbal go ahead to continue. She took a deep breath, looking away for a second then looking back at you before you could even blink. You could see her hands tremble a little, and while you were upset with her, you couldn’t leave it alone. You reached your hand out from under the cover and held it out to her, offering it for her to hold. She grabbed it without hesitation, squeezing it gently as a single tear fell, gathering the courage to say her next words.

“I have no excuse for what I did. There is nothing I could say that would make my actions plausible or acceptable, I shouldn’t have treated you like that or said what I did, and I understand if you can’t forgive me, or don’t want to. But I needed-, no, I need you to know, I'm sorry. I’m so sorry, Y/N. You deserve better.”

More tears had fallen down her face at this point, her thumb not ceasing in their circular movements on the back of your hand. She didn’t know if this was going to be the last time she felt your hand in hers, so with every circle, she was savouring the moment, no matter how badly she wished it was under different circumstances.

You shuffled a little so you were in a more upright position, hoping that it would make speaking easier. You’d taken in every word, and while you were hurt, extremely hurt, you saw how remorseful she was. Her face showed no sign of humour or like she was lying. You could always tell when she was lying, her eyebrow always twitched a little, which you would always be in stitches about when she tried to say she didn’t eat your last cookie and her eyebrows would be moving like mad. They were as still as stone when she was speaking this time.

“You really hurt me, Nat. I didn’t think I was asking for much, just some time with you, that was all. And you left me every time, for work and with no notice. It was embarrassing.” She nodded in acknowledgement as she listened. “A-and then to come back and witness you being so, so, hostile, with me, I didn’t understand what I'd done.”

She gulped audibly before speaking again. “You hadn’t done a thing. Not a thing. I-I threw myself into work, into training. The last mission, I was sloppy, I wasn’t on my A game, it almost ended up with other people seriously hurt. So I thought-” She took a shaky breath in. “I thought, if I trained harder, It would mean I would be better for the next mission. But I disregarded everything else on the radar, including you, and then I got so mad at myself for it that I ended up taking it out on you instead. You don’t have a selfish bone in your body, and it was out of order for me to ever say so. It was wrong, and I don’t think I can apologise enough.`` She gave you an apologetic smile, tears streaming down her face steadily now.

“You know, when I came home from the restaurant, I had this driver.” You smiled. “Nice woman, she’s got a wife. She was telling me that it wasn’t easy for them. They had their ups and downs, their fights and bitterness. But they always found their way back to each other.” You whispered so softly that if there was any other noise in the room, Natasha wouldn’t have heard a word.

“And, when we argued, I really didn’t think we were going to be able to come back from that. I thought that maybe our time had expired.” You sniffled, your own tears trailing their way down your cheeks. Without thinking, she wiped them away, her palm pressing onto your warm cheek as you nuzzled into it, still finding comfort in her touch.

“I don’t want us to expire, Nat.”

There it was. There was the sentence that turned silent tears into fully body wracking sobs, your hands instinctively going to pull away and cover your face, instead, Natasha brought herself up to sit on the side of your bed, hastily bringing you into her chest and her free hand combing its way through your hair.

She rocked you back and forth, letting you get everything out of your system, no matter how much it hurt to hear.

“Shh, I’ve got you. I’m so sorry, moya lyubov.”

Your sobs soon died down with Nat’s help, sobs turning into faint pants with how tired you were and how much energy it had taken out of you. You looked up at her softly, as she smiled down at you.

“I love you, Natty.” You murmured, the words making the assassin’s heart grow fonder for you, if that was ever possible.

“I love you more.”

“Can you stay with me tonight? I can’t sleep without you.”

“Of course. Anything for you.” She leaned over you, bringing the blankets back up and over you, catching a glimpse of some brown fur among the darkness. She knew exactly what it was. She picked up up with the blankets and handed it to you, happiness overtaking her as she saw your eyes light up at the teddy she won for you.

“Thank you.”

“No, thank you, Detka.” She pressed a kiss to your temple before settling down, holding you tight in her grasp, refusing to let you go for anything or anyone, not that you were complaining, you’d missed this.

Nothing had to be decided tonight, there was no rush for discussion. Sure, there were still things to talk through and work out, but that can wait. All that mattered right now, was that Natasha was there. She was holding you in her arms and you felt every ounce of love and apology she could give you. And that was enough for now.

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left, right. left, right. steady. - [natasha x stark!daughter]

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You don’t know which one happens first, but your eyes snap open as fast as his words reach your ears and Natasha detangles herself from your touch as if you were made of fire.

“Dad!” you yell- not sure if to scold him, calm him down or calm yourself down.

His face doesn’t wear the kind, loving gaze it usually does around you- there’s nothing remotely peaceful on his demeanor, he has the Iron Man gaze.

“Your daughter?” Natasha asks with disbelief enough for her voice to break slightly. When she looks at you, you can’t quite decipher her eyes this time, it makes you squirm under them.

Your father steps into the house, having been standing by the front door until now “Imagine my surprise when I receive an alarm of intrusion, have to interrupt my entire day to make sure my daughter is alive only to arrive and see you all over her”

“Dad” you take a small step forward, wanting to at least being acknowledged by him “I- she didn’t know-”

“[Y/N]” And when he does acknowledge you, gives you the bad aftertaste of wishing that he hasn’t “You knew and that should’ve been enough. Pack up, I’m taking you elsewhere”

“Tony, calm down-” Natasha, although not meeting your eyes, hopps in to defend you.

“No, no, you’re too calm” He sighs in frustration, taking a step back, but allowing his sharp tone to remain the same “I haven’t kept her in secret for this long so you can use her as your new personal toy for as long as you feel like”

Your eyes widen instantly at what he says, you can’t recognize him as the man your father is- why is he acting like this?

“Fuck you, Stark” Natasha snarls in a way that you can almost see the venom dripping from her tongue. He most definitely has stepped on a wound, you realize, and it makes you really wish you had the courage and lack of inhibition enough to give her a hug.

“Come on, we both know that-” Your dad starts saying, with a yellow smile and a dry chuckle.

And, maybe because you’re absolutely infatuated with her, or simply because you have ears, but you step in Natasha’s defense to interrupt whatever the hell that was going to be spat out of his mouth.

“Shut up” You don't yell, but speak up firmly- this time, he allows you to keep going “Don’t you dare talk to her like this” you berate him, hating the way your voice stumbles on your throat- ever again, you hope it’s implied along the lines.

Your dad tries to straighten his hair- messing it up even more “Pumpkin, you don’t know her like-”

“Like you do?” you find a small wave of confidence crashing against you as you notice, by the tale of your eye, Natasha straightening her posture at your words “If you claim to know her, to be her family, but this is what you think of her, then I don't think you do, in any way"

Your father stares at you, having at least the decency of look abashed- not being brave enough to do the same with Natasha. He takes yet another step back with a frown “I- Nat- this isn’t… what I think at all, it’s just that- God, [Y/N], you’re my baby and she-"

“We talk better later, dad” You half ask, half impose, wearing stern eyes but the smile that a father can't have the strength to fight against.

He clicks his tongue against his mouth, clearly not having any more room to speak, then nods, vaguely “We will” he, then, glances at Natasha, trying to come up with something, anything, but she doesn’t go as far as meeting his eyes “I’ll call you by night” he promises in a clipped voice.

There’s a time interval almost too long for a second, but too fast for two, in which he hesitates by the front door, maybe still making up his mind- but, soon enough as a breath, the door closes.

After the few deaf sounds of steps, you hear the suit taking him away- and can’t help but wonder how in hell did both of you and Natasha entirely missed his arriving.

The air instantly stills- but not in the holy it did, a while not too long ago, after her lips laid on yours. If, at that time, it felt like the Promised Land, now it’s the Babel Tower.

“How come you forgot to tell me that?” She asks, her voice is not angry, but it isn’t warm- it’s guarded, there’s a wall in front of it again.

“I’m sorry” You begin, focusing on the hem of your shirt, meddling with the small, stubborn thread hanging out “I didn’t know how you would react- with the Accords and all”

Natasha doesn’t give any indication she has heard you, and, while you know she did, it makes you even more uncomfortable.

“Do you really believe that?” this time, there’s something bitter under the words.

You frown, trying to understand what was she referring to this time- this bad habit of hers, before she speaks again “That I’m not like how Tony thinks I am”

Oh.

“Of course, Natasha” You answer, wishing she could feel exactly how much you mean it, while trying to understand where she’s going with that “He does, too” you add, assuring her, because you know he does.

“I mean, that is partially why I’m known for- I don’t blame him if he doesn’t” She answers, no emanating any particular emotion at that “But you do, can I know why?”

“Because I know you” You ache to touch her, to call her something kind enough to sooth her nerves. But you know she would scatter away.

Almost a kitten, you remind yourself, you have to move subtle and narrowly around her- left, right. Left, right. Steady.

She scoffs, but there’s no evil in it “No, you don’t, but you act really well like you do”

You feel a smile trying to poke your lips, finding a small breach to give it a try “If that’s true, then how do I know your favorite ice cream is pistachio and your favorite tv show is not Toddlers and Tiaras?”

Natasha hesitates- the whole room seems to take a step back in time and hold it still, only to the both of you. Finally, you look at her, and she’s, unsurprisingly, already staring at you- her eyes don’t wear the icy storm of before- they’re back at being the big, curious kitten-like eyes of hers.

“I could’ve easily lied” she states, allowing her own lips to curl as well- you feel the weight of the world crushing down at your feet; there’s the Natasha you know.

“You wouldn’t dare to” Your faux-shocked voice makes her chuckle and you mentally high-five yourself.

“I wouldn’t” she agrees, still smiling although a little more sober. Her eyes scan your face and you're not even bothered anymore- only slightly wonder, as always, what is it that she so often search for and always seems to find “I want to kiss you, I want to hold your hand, I can’t whistle”

You chuckle, stepping closer to her, just enough to allow her arms to brush against yours at every movement, for your breast to graze against hers softly at every breath intake, for her hair to make the ghost of a tickle on your face “Oh, you better be able to whistle Mozart’s entire discography”

She takes the final step, holding your waist to herself with the gentleness and firmness that only a ballerina could muster “Or else?” Her pupils are wide enough for you to see your own reflection on them, who engulfs you with a kind of look she hasn’t allowed to surface before, but it feels like the first warm bath in winter.

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honey oat latte ❤

Connie Springer x Reader

⊹ synopsis: barista!connie has a slew of admirers, y/n included. luckily for you though, he’s had his eye on you for as long as you had your sights on him.

⊹ genre: fluff. fluff. fluff.

⊹ contains: coffee shop au, barista!connie, college au & just pure honey oat latte sweetness

⊹ note: the lack of connie content on here makes me v sad. here’s my attempt in trying to change that. ty @bunny-xoxo for turning me into a huuuuge connie simp. you did this to me! also um i’ve never actually had a honey oat latte. wait. ive tasted an iced oat latte before does that count, kind of? it just sounds pretty and i based the entire fic around it lol. ok i hope you all enjoy! i love reading comments and replies, they make me so happy ❤

"Hmm, okay. So, that's why you wanted to come here instead of the coffee shop literally thirty seconds away from my building," Annie says, holding back a menacing smile, shooting you a look that screams you are not as slick as you think you are.

Apparently, you're not. You two just stepped into the building, and she's already got you all figured out. "I don't know what you're implying, hun. I just like the vibes of this place," you shrug. She must've noticed the ridiculous number of times your eyes flitted across the room to the front—the number of times your gaze followed a certain magnetic barista around as he made caffeinated drinks like an adorable, fluttering coffee fairy.

"The vibes? We're going off vibes now? Okay, noted." Tongue in cheek, she pulls out her laptop, littered with band stickers you don't recognize and fictional cartoon characters you absolutely do recognize but are way too wholesome and fluffy to be placed beside bands with death and murder in their names. You've always meant to ask her about her obscure sticker taste, but you also know Annie Leonhart is not one to explain herself. "Time to get some work done. Don't talk to me for another forty-five minutes."

When you need to study (as in actually completing the assignments on your to-do list and not the other type of studying you do with your other friends that ironically does not consist of any actual studying), you bring your blonde-haired friend along. She always means business and is not afraid to scold you if you get off track. Dare distract her when she's trying to do her work, and she will not hesitate to leave you stranded at the cafe, alone, mumbling something about how she was better off studying at home.

"Hold on," you tap on her knee to get her attention, and you're met with lethal, dagger eyes. "Let me get you a drink. What do you want?" Annie's gaze softens instantly.

Without thinking about her order for long, she says, "iced americano, thanks."

"You got it."

Somehow the line to order extends all the way to the front door, wrapping around the perimeter of the inside of the store. This all happened as you were settling in? You didn't remember this many people entering, or maybe you just weren't paying attention. Yeah, definitely that. You had something else on your mind, or rather, someone else.

Once you reach the front of the line, Connie (you gotta love name tags, right?) abruptly switches with his coworker working the register so that he is now the one taking orders. You feel your heartbeat pick up speed as he asks the next person in line to move up. You weren't expecting to have any conversation with him; you were perfectly okay watching him make your drink and then call out your name when he's done and that's it. Before, you were fantasizing about the way he would say your name, how it would sound coming from his lips as he held up your drink. You hate to admit it, but you were even practicing the way you would smile and say thanks once he's done, but now? Now, you had to improvise dialogue, and you were terrible at improvising.

"Hey, welcome back." His smile is warm and inviting, and takes up most of the space on his face. Did he honestly recognize you?

"Hi!" You enthusiastically respond. You should probably add something. Like now.

"You haven't stopped by for a while. Midterms have been getting to you?" The room around you is buzzing with conversation and electricity, the chattering and laughter making it hard to hear Connie despite him being so close in front of you.

"Yeah, midterms. A lot of them," you breathe out nervously, fiddling with your wallet.

He's nodding at every word you say, his mouth curved slightly but not into a smile exactly, just like he's concentrating on what you're saying extra hard. "Ah, yeah, I feel you. It's like after syllabus week the exams don't end until the semester does. I hate it, but hey, we're almost there." Connie talks to you like you're an old friend of his—so natural and familiar. He takes off his jet-black baseball cap with the coffee shop logo on it and runs a hand over his buzz cut, scratching it before putting it back on his head. "What can I get you today?"

"Can I get an iced americano and a honey oat latte?" You try to share your order as confidently as you could with Connie leaning in to hear you more clearly, biting his lip in concentration as he punched your order into the register. You're amazed that you didn't stutter at all with how seductive and mesmerizing he looks.

You just hope he hasn't caught you staring at him.

He smiles at you, again. "Of course."

"What are you studying, by the way? I don't think I've ever asked you." Until now, you haven't said anything to him besides your order and how your day has been. This sudden surge of boldness is new, but you just don't want the conversation to end yet. Talking to him makes you nervous, but it's also exciting. You can't distinguish which of the two feelings is responsible for the wild butterflies in your stomach, but you don't really care.

Connie's green eyes dart back and forth between you and the never-ending line behind you. You take the hint. With a sheepish smile, you add, "Sorry, it's really busy. Um, yeah, I'll pay by debit."

There goes that grin again. He constantly whips it out like a weapon. "First of all, it's on me. Second, my break is in five minutes... Do you want to talk then?"

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Annie rolls her eyes when you tell her the cute barista you’ve been making googly eyes at the entire time will be coming over to chat promptly. She closes her laptop and shoves her notebooks into her backpack. “Cool. I’m happy for you and all, but I’m not staying.”

You groan. “Why not? I need you,” you pout, enticing her to stay with your puppy dog eyes. She laughs at you.

There’s no way she’s staying.

“To do what exactly? I’ll just sit here awkwardly as you two talk. Yeah, not happening. Text me when you’re done though.” Annie stands up, zipping up her black puffer vest before sending you a pathetic salute. “Don’t mess this up, okay?” And with that, she’s off with her iced drink in hand.

The words don’t mess this up repeat in your head over and over again. You sigh, sitting back in the seat, staring at the now empty chair in front of you. Empty until someone sneaks their way into it suddenly.

Connie.

“Hey, I didn’t scare your friend away, right? Please tell me that wasn’t my doing,” he says, a little out of breath like he jogged over here.

You laugh gently, “Yeah, that was all you. She said something about not trusting a guy with a buzz cut,” you tease.

He clutches at his chest as if he’s in pain. “You’re kidding, but I do get that a lot. Some girls think it’s a red flag and it hurts,” Connie chuckles. You watch as he scoots himself in closer, taking off his cap and placing it on the table. “So, what do you say?”

“About?”

“Guys with buzz cuts. You trust us?”

“No opinion yet.”

His face lights up as if you just gave something away. “Yet? Okay, okay, as long as I’m getting some sort of chance here.”

The more you talk to him the more comfortable you become. You can tell that’s the type of person Connie is, the kind that makes everyone feel at ease when they’re around him. You take a long sip of your honey oat latte, and you feel his bright eyes resting on you. “Alright, let’s get to the good stuff. What are you studying?” you ask, changing the subject.

He beams, “Impatient, are we? I’m in the process of getting my master's in social work. It’s been…” Connie pauses, pondering the right word to use, “tough, to say the least, but I really enjoy what I’m doing, so I figure as long as that’s the case, then I’m not wasting my efforts.”

You nod your head in agreement, “Wow, that’s amazing,” you admit, wide-eyed. If you had to guess his field, you would’ve said education; he gives you major middle school teacher vibes, but social work also has his name all over it too. “So you don’t plan on doing the whole barista thing forever?”

He makes a snorting noise. “Nah, I'm only getting my master's degree to hang it up in my mom’s living room. This right here is obviously my dream job,” he says jokingly, stretching out his arms and tilting his head to the side in amusement.

You roll your eyes, “You look like you love it here,” Connie raises his eyebrows at you, so you follow up with, “all I’m saying is I don’t look like you when I’m at my job, I look miserable.”

“Okay, for one, I’d love to see that, and two, yeah, no, it’s a pretty sick gig. I get to talk to interesting people and make them cute little drinks.”

“Not all of them are interesting, I’m assuming, or polite.” You take another sip, the sweetness of the latte was made just how you like it.

“You’re right. Not all of them are you, so.” Gosh. He’s so flirting. He’s such a menace.

Heat rises to your cheeks. “You flatter me, but I barely interact with anyone here. I just get my work done and leave.”

His eyes light up at your words. “Work? Done? Really? Not to be a total creep, but I watch you sometimes and that is not what happens here, like at all.”

You let out a surprised laugh—did Connie just read you? Ignoring the way he completely called you out for coming to coffee shops with the intention of studying and lounging instead, you ask, “You watch me sometimes?”

Now it’s his turn to become flustered. Good, you think to yourself, it’s about time. A faint blush creeps up his throat.

"Okay, stop, don't say it like that. I just— you know what, never mind," he laughs to himself. "I don't know how to bounce back from this." He takes a moment to close his eyes with the silly grin still plastered on his face. "If you study with me, I'll make sure you get your work done and treat you with all the lattes your heart desires." He peeks one of his eyes open to gauge your reaction. You can't stop the obnoxious smile that's currently spreading on your face, even if you dare try.

It's been weeks since you developed your huge crush on Connie and weeks of you religiously visiting this cafe in hopes of catching him working with his cute apron and cap on, and now here you are with him sitting right in front of you. You can't believe that all it took for something to brew between you two was to ask him what his major was. And all it took for him to ask you out on a date was to actually initiate a conversation. Shocker. Who knew?

"I don't know if you'd want to study with me. I'm distracting—that's what all my friends say."

He fights away a smile. "You're definitely distracting." Reaching over to his cap, he places it back on his head and gets up suddenly. "I hate this cliché, but my break is almost over, and I gotta clock back in, so uh, may I?" He juts his chin out in the direction of your drink, drawing out his hand as if he wants to hold it. Confused, you slowly give it to him.

Connie pulls out a black Sharpie from his apron pocket and writes something quickly down on the side of your cup, handing it back to you before waving a solemn bye as he heads back to work.

572-223-8289 is written in bold, boxy letters. He wrote his number on your cup; he is right, total barista cliché.

———

You: Hey, it’s Y/N from earlier :)

You set your phone down on your desk. It’s been hours since you were at the coffee shop talking with Connie, and hours since Annie dropped you off at your residence. If it were up to your impulses you would’ve texted him the second you typed his number into your phone at the cafe but you feared appearing terrifyingly eager. You tried to contain yourself for as long as you could, which was until 8:04pm apparently.

Connie doesn't reply until half an hour later—not that you're obsessively checking, of course. Your phone is merely face-up for "study time tracking," or so you convince yourself.

572-223-8289: phew.

572-223-8289: i was starting to suspect you threw out the cup after you finished your latte or smthing

572-223-8289: Get any work done today?

You: a little! Im at my desk studying rn actually

572-223-8289: see. you need me.

You: Do I, Connie?

572-223-8289: you can’t see why? I’d make sure you wouldn’t leave your table until everything was all complete

You: please you sound terrifying lmao

572-223-8289: oh shiittttt. went in with the parental figure shit way too soon. Ok i lied, we wouldn’t get any work done together but we would have fun. I swear.

You: no no i believe you. you seem like a fun guy

572-223-8289: and i can prove that i AM a fun guy

You: I think you’re under the impression that I’m reluctant to hang out with you when the reality is I’ve been trying to hang out with you for like forever

572-223-8289: i was very much under that impression and im so glad you cleared that up. If I ask to see you right now would you think im booty calling you? Serious question

You: Well, are you?

572-223-8289: absolutely not. I just want to talk and not text.

572-223-8289: i do like texting you btw i just

572-223-8289: like talking better

572-223-8289: ok so yeah thought about it a bit and let’s hang out during the day time. I don’t want to give off any certain vibes

You: you type so fast haha

You: i was gonna say that i wouldn't be opposed to meeting you now and you don’t give of ~those kind of vibes but sure, let me know when you’re free

572-223-8289: will do. Alrighty Ill let u get back to studying. Good luck! :)

If the excitement forming rapidly in your stomach accounts for anything, you know you won’t be getting any studying done tonight.

———

You fix yourself up a bit before heading in, checking your reflection in the black screen of your phone. Once you think you're good to go, you enter.

The second you step foot inside, you hear your name being shouted excitedly—your eyes lock with familiar, gleaming green eyes. Connie is grinning from ear to ear as he heads over to the edge of the counter to where you're standing. Luckily, the cafe's looking a bit slow, and no one is needing his attention, yet. You came in at the right time.

His palms rest on the countertop; he leans in over real close to whisper, "You really wanted to see me, huh? Our date isn't for another two hours."

"Who said I was here for you? What if I really wanted to try the pumpkin spice muffins?" A lie, you couldn't wait to see him later. The truth is you liked watching Connie work even way before you got to know him.

Some things don't change.

He frowns at you, "If you told me, I would've brought some for you when we hang out."

You exhale out dramatically. "Wow, you're really trying to embarrass me here," you chuckle into your hand. Shaking your head at him, you add, "Yes, Connie Springer, I'm here to see you. As usual. Like always."

He nods his head like he knew all along, which you're sure he did. "Out of all the people who come here to watch me work, you sure are by far my favourite."

"Excuse me, what? People watch you work? Holy shit, that's incredibly creepy." He sends you an amused look, his eyes wide like he can't believe you of all people are saying that. "Okay, I know I do it but like—" You sigh, "just answer my question."

He shrugs, "I guess I'm super cute. Isn't that why you come around here?"

You hold up your hand to stop him from continuing any further. "Okay, I'm gonna order something to remove myself from this conversation; I'll see you later?" He nods his head with a lopsided grin on his face, slowly blinking at you like a dreamy-eyed sloth. You take it as your cue to turn around and head to the line to buy your much-needed coffee.

Walking there, you look back to catch whatever Connie's doing, and much to your surprise, he's shamelessly watching you back. You begin to feel flustered, ignoring his vibrant eyes on you and focusing heavily on the shelves of decorated mugs and packages of roasted coffee beans to your left—an escape to look anywhere but at him.

Your phone in your pocket vibrates, and you check the notification immediately.

Coffee Fairy Connie: I'm pumped for our date. Pray that this shift goes by faster, pleaseeeeee

He's texting you back on the job? Extremely bold of him.

You really, really like him.

Coffee Fairy Connie: if I have to make another honey oat latte, I'll cry.

You: LOL OKAY, I know for a fact you only said that because you know I'm gonna order exactly that.

Coffee Fairy Connie: are you a psychopath or what

You: for liking honey oat lattes? geez man

Coffee Fairy Connie: no. I'm texting you while being in the same room as you, and you haven't looked up at me once. I'm begging you, look at me.

You laugh as you follow instructions and look up at Connie, who's holding up a large hot beverage in his hands and smiling menacingly. With his free hand, he motions you over.

Once you reach his end, he brings the cup down low enough for you to see the top of it. It's a honey oat latte with a frothy heart decorated straight dab in the middle with foam.

"Did someone order a honey oat latte made with love?" he asks, cheesily.

You feel flustered, unable to look him in the eyes yet again. "Thanks, Connie, that's really sweet of you." The kind gesture makes you want to take a picture of your drink and use it as your phone's lock screen. You were falling for this man, hard, and he doesn't even know it.

Once you retreat back to a nearby table, you whip out your phone and text him again.

You: I don't even want to take a sip from my drink. It's toooo pretty.

Coffee Fairy Connie: it's fitting. a pretty drink for a pretty customer :)

You: awww heart eyes for you

You: also, you know you don't have to respond right away, especially considering that you're working?

Coffee Fairy Connie: ok, but have you considered that it's hard when you're the one sending the texts

Sigh. He's constantly reminding you of the sickeningly sweet feelings you have for him with every text he sends you. It’s like there’s no way you could like him more and then you get a notification from him that confirms that yes, news flash, you can like him even more.

You: Connie, you’re very, very sweet and I will see you later when we hang out and I’m really looking forward to it. End of discussion.

You finally look up from your glowing screen with newfound confidence, thumbs still hovering over your keyboard. You watch Connie as he reads your message and when he’s done he slowly glances up at you. He’s looking at you like there’s no one else in the room which makes your heart do very funny things.

After an incredibly long ten second sequence of the two of you sharing an intimate gaze that feels like a scene straight out of a romcom, he sends you a final wave before heading over to serve a customer waiting in line.

You sigh happily, eventually looking down at your drink again, more specifically the latte art that’s now slightly bleeding out to form a really wide heart, bordering on a circle-ish shape. You tell yourself once the heart looks completely unrecognizable, you’ll start drinking. It’s almost there, but not quite.

For now, you just admire it.

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Making Amends

Plot: Bucky walks back into your life, and with it, your past, along with all the feelings that were there.

Warnings: smut; tfatws!bucky, i never know how to end fics, heartbreak, tension, love making, unprotected sex.

Word Count: 5908

A/N: It’s 12am and I definitely did not proof read this - I take responsibility for any and all mistakes

Okay so with Bucky they used to be together when he was the winter soldier but then he just up and left without a trace so she married into riches but her husband died?! So now she lives alone in a big ol house

“Excuse me, Y/N.” The soft voice caught the woman’s attention as it echoed through the room. Y/N looked up, noticing the petite, older maid standing in the dimly lit wooden frame of the doorway.

“What is it Mary?” Y/N gave her a welcoming smile, looking up at the maid expectantly as she sat up a little straighter in the grand armchair. She delicately folded in the corner of the page of the mystery novel she was reading before neatly placing it down on the side table next to her.

“I do apologise for bothering you at this hour, but you have a visitor.” Y/N noticed the way Mary played nervously with her apron, her unusual jitteriness aroused suspicion in Y/N. Y/N listened intently as she took her reading glasses from her face, placing them on top of her book. “I told him to come back another time, but he’s quite persistent.” She noticed Mary look down the hall to her left as she spoke, as if being intimidated by a figure that was unseen to Y/N. Something definitely wasn’t right.

“He?” Y/N’s ears perked up as a warm flush of both anxiety and excitement washed over her body. She quickly moved to wrap the silk dressing gown tighter around her body, hiding the lace trimmed nightgown she wore underneath. No. It couldn’t be him.

“Yes, he…he said you’d want to-“ The figure of a man emerged in front of Mary, cutting her sentence off. Y/N froze from where she sat, her heart stopping momentarily as she watched a secret part of her past walk into the room. James Buchanan Barnes. The Winter Soldier. Her first lover. Her partner in crime. Her everything. Here. After all this time. After all the heartbreak. She hadn’t seen Bucky since he’d abandoned her late one night while she slept, disappearing without a trace. She searched for him, terrified that one of his enemies had caught up to him. She spent night after night awake hoping that he’d walk back through the door, but he didn’t. He never came back for her.

She had to stop her heart from leaping out of her chest as she sat there, speechless. All of their memories flooded through her mind. Their first kiss. Their first mission. Their first time having sex. The adventures. The soft touches. The sweet nothings. The plans they made. The heartache. The pain. The agonising months spent trying to forget him.

“Bucky.” Her voice cracked as she took in his changed appearance, looking him up and down. He’d cut his hair. His once clean shaven face now covered in stubble. His eyes seemed softer. He looked older.

Bucky’s chest heaved beneath his leather jacket, noticing the pain in Y/N’s eyes. He glanced down at his hands as he slipped off his gloves, a sigh leaving his lips as he second guessed his decision to come here. Damn his therapist and her stupid idea to make peace with his past.

“Thank you.” Bucky nodded towards Mary, signalling for her to leave. Poor Mary looked like she would burst into tears at any moment, terrified of both being told off by Y/N for letting this happen and of being killed by the intimidating visitor. She looked over at Y/N for guidance, not wanting to leave her alone without her consent. Y/N nodded reassuringly with a soft smile at Mary, who’s eyes softened with worry as she quickly moved out of the doorframe, obeying Y/N’s wishes as she shut the door behind her.

Bucky turned his head back towards Y/N, his gorgeous blue eyes making her heart skip a beat. She dropped her head from his gaze, her cheeks heating up as she forced herself to ignore the way he made her stomach flutter with butterflies. “Y/N.” He smiled softly, sensing the trepidation extruding from her as he stepped further into the room, placing his gloves down on the coffee table.

Bucky grumbled to himself as she ignored him, the reality of facing her was a lot harder than he ever imagined it would be. His eye caught view of the teapot sitting on the silver tray, leaning down to pour himself a cup silently to buy himself some time.

Y/N scoffed with a roll of her eyes at his confidence to make himself at home, shaking her head as she felt her eyes getting slightly teary. “Help yourself.” She spat sarcastically as she avoided his gaze, resting her body back against the chair.

Bucky chanced a quick look up at her before lifting the teacup to his lips, sipping the half cold liquid. He chose to ignore her comment, he deserved it, and so much more. “You been keeping well?”

She bit the inside of her cheeks as she kept quiet, keeping up the heartless facade for as long as she could. She refused to let him know how much it pained her to see him, how much she still longed for the kind of love that they’d once shared.

“I think about you a lot, Y/N.” Bucky broke the silence as he placed the teacup onto the table, slumping down onto the couch opposite her, spreading his legs as he adjusted the leather jacket to make himself more comfortable. “My therapist says it actually seems to help with my nightmares.” He continued, a pout on his lips as he cupped his hands together, relaxing into the chair.

“You have a therapist?” She raised her eyebrows accusingly, crossing her arms over her body as she felt her heart beat quicken with anger. Her blood boiled as she watched him sitting there as if he hadn’t broken her heart.

Bucky raised his eyebrow as a response, a subtle nod of his head as he clenched his jaw. “It’s a condition of my pardon.” He spoke matter-of-factly as he shrugged his shoulders. He hated this. He hated how shut off she’d made herself. He hated having to play the part of an asshole, knowing her well enough to know it was the only way to keep her talking.

“She’s got me going through this amends list,” He mumbled with a sigh of exasperation, letting his head rest against the back of the couch. “she’s even given me three rules to to obey in the process.” He let out a chuckle of amusement as he mocked the Doctor’s orders.

Y/N let out a sigh of aggravation, rubbing her fingers against her temple as she closed her eyes. it was too late in the night for her to handle this kind of emotional turmoil. “Bucky, why are you-”

“The first rule is that I can’t do anything illegal.” He cut her off, he didn’t want to have to answer her questions. Questions he didn’t know the answers to. He shifted quickly to sit forward in his seat, picking up the teacup to take another sip of his tea. He noticed her make no effort to cut him off, his plan was working. “The second is that nobody gets hurt.” He smirked as he looked down at the cold liquid, swirling it around in the cup.

Y/N crossed her legs as she sat forward, leaning in to listen to his speech as she kept her eyes focused on her fingers. She noticed the slight tan line on her ring finger, where her wedding band once sat, a million thoughts filling her mind. Bucky wasn’t the only one that had to make amends with his past. He wasn’t the only one that had tried to move on.

Bucky sensed her walls crumbling as she got used to his presence again. He lifted his eyes as he placed his teacup on the table once more, his eyes lifting to her body, admiring her as he always had done. He’d left to protect her. To save her from the inevitable doom they faced as assassins. He was terrified of not being in control of his own mind. He was terrified of hurting her. Something he’d ended up doing anyway.

He never stopped thinking about her. Ever. It didn’t matter where he was or what he was doing, he always thought about her. Like everything else that was going on around him was just noise, a distraction keeping him from her. With everyday that passed the longing to be with her seemed to grow. Without her, all he had was war, assassination, fights, destruction, death. Without her, that’s the only thing he had to focus on.

“Do you remember the first time we went on a mission together?” Bucky smiled softly, feeling his heart thud against his chest as the memories flooded through his mind, bringing back all the emotion.

Y/N’s eyes welled with tears as she swallowed the lump in her throat, the tension in the room rising so high she found it hard to breathe. “I told you I’d die for you.” She relived the memory in her mind, her head spinning as she smiled so subtly that it was unnoticeable to Bucky. After that first mission, she’d seen the worst of Bucky. She’d seen him as the heartless Hydra assassin. She’d seen that he was just as broken as her, and she fell in love with him in that moment.

Bucky’s stomach fluttered with butterflies, a fire of hope igniting inside of him as she slowly started opening up to him. “and I told you that you’d never have to.” He added with a shaky breath, his metal fingers tapping anxiously against his thigh. One wrong move and he’d be shoved from the room and out of her life for good. “Because I’d kill anyone that even looked at you the wrong way.” He chuckled softly at the memory, remembering so vividly how bright she’d made his dark world in that moment.

They sat in silence for a moment, both lost in the memory of each other. In a time where they’d had little control of their minds, with what Hydra was forcing the super soldier’s to do, they found refuge in each other. They found love in the darkest place, a love so rare and beautiful. A love that was impossible to get over.

“And you did,” Y/N’s voice dropped to almost a whisper, clenching her jaw to fight back the tears as she sat there, hurt and angry. How dare he come back into her life without warning, bringing up all of their precious memories that it had taken her a lifetime to forget. “Until you left.”

Bucky closed his eyes as he fought off the reminder. He’d woken up from a nightmare, his body glistening with sweat, his metal hand tightly wrapped around her throat. She was sleeping peacefully next to him, as she always did. It wasn’t the first time he’d choked her in her sleep. But there was a fear in his eyes, born from the lack of control that caused him to never want to hurt her again. He couldn’t help his nightmares, he couldn’t stop the lack of control he had over his mind. The only thing he could do was leave. To let her carry on with her life, without him.

“Do you miss me?” Bucky asked suddenly, his eyes opening to watch her intently. He had spent the last few years fighting to find a way to get back control of his mind, a small glimmer of hope alive in his heart that they’d find their way back to each other somehow, and he’d be fixed when they did.

She shook her head, a small ironic chuckle passed her lips as his words cut through her like a knife. “Don’t.” She whispered sadly, the loneliness of the last few years engulfing her body. He’d been on her mind everyday. She’d always hoped he’d somehow find her, that he’d bring back the love he ripped from her. “Don’t do that.” She sighed softly, blinking rapidly to stop her tears from flowing down her face. Even when she’d tried to move on, live a normal life, marry a wealthy man who adored her, she felt nothing. When her husband passed away suddenly, leaving to her his whole estate, she felt nothing. She’d never been able to feel anything, apart from when she was with Bucky. “Don’t come here, after all these years, acting like nothing hap-”

“Answer the question.” He demanded with a tone of frustration as his metal fist slammed against the coffee table, desperate to hear her say it. He’d lived without her for long enough, the fear of losing her again was too much to bare. He could tell she was losing control by the way her lips pursed together, trying to maintain her strong appearance.

“What do you want from me?” She sighed in defeat, hesitant to opening herself back up to being hurt again. She felt his warmth from across the table, the familiarity of him was something that brought her comfort, and something she desperately craved more of.

“Yes or no, Y/N, do you miss me?” He kept his eyes focused on her intensely, his jaw clenching as he watched her break. Bucky knew exactly what he was doing. He knew he was her weakness. He knew that she couldn’t say no to him. “Because if it’s a no, I will walk out that door and never come back.”

“Yes.” She whispered shakily, the fear of him leaving proved too much as the room fell completely silent. “I miss you, okay. I’ve always missed you. It took me a lifetime try and get over you leaving, to forget you and to be honest Buck, I’m still not sure it worked. I miss you every single day and it kills me inside. Are you happy now?”

“No,” Bucky spoke back instantly, his face as straight as an arrow as he rested his back against the chair. He watched single a tear slowly roll down her cheek, her eyes closing as her head dropped in defeat. “Come and whisper it to me.”

If there was one thing she knew about Bucky, it was that he wouldn’t stop until he got his way. She sighed as a sign of surrender, standing to her feet as she self consciously adjusted her dressing gown to cover her body.

She slowly padded over to stand in front of him, her heart racing as she chanced a glance up at his face. His features looked even more beautiful up close, her hands itching to reach out and touch him. She fiddled with her fingers nervously, cautiously leaning towards him, breathing in his intoxicating scent as her lips gently brushed against his ear lobe. “I still miss you, James.” I whispered.

She let her lips linger close to his skin for longer than necessary. She knew she was playing a dangerous game, but yet she still made no effort to move. Bucky’s hot breath tickled her neck as she closed her eyes, her head spinning in a euphoria of his presence. It was something she could never tire of, something that made her drunk, something that left her addicted.

She riskily turned her head to face his, their breathing the only sound breaking the silence as her hand slid up to hold onto the metal of his shoulder outside of his leather jacket. Bucky tested the boundaries, following her movements as he turned his head to face her, their lips almost brushing.

Y/N gulped as her tongue brushed over her lips, her eyebrows arching in anticipation as her eyes flickered between his lips and his eyes. She needed him. All of him.

“Don’t take it away from me now.” Y/N begged in a whisper against his lips, her fingers digging into his shoulder as she felt him shuffle to the edge of the seat. His eyes didn’t leave hers as he moved, his metal hand lifting cautiously to rest gently on her hip. Bucky’s heart fluttered with happiness, her longing for his love and affection making him feel euphoric. He’d longed for the day to have her wrapped up in his arms again, to have her soft skin on his.

“I miss you, doll.” Bucky whispered against her lips, causing her heart and tummy to flutter as she admired him with doe eyes, like he was the only thing in the world. His words marked the tipping point, her self control demolished as she nudged her face against his, connecting their lips for what felt like the first time.

Bucky wasted no time in kissing her back gently, both of them lost in the desperation of making the most of every second. He naturally took control, his flesh hand lifting to cup her cheek as she let her hand drift to the back of his neck. All of their memories came flooding like a tidal wave through their minds, their passion just as intense as when they were together, almost as though nothing had changed, as if he’d never left.

Bucky pulled her down into his lap as he sat back against the couch, tilting his head to deepen the kiss as he wrapped his arms around her body, feeling as much of her body as he could get his hands on. She adjusted her thighs to straddle his lap, ignoring the way her nightie rode up her thighs, revealing more of her silky flesh to the super soldier. The sudden intimacy didn��t scare her, it didn’t make her feel vulnerable or exposed. With Bucky, she felt safe. She felt loved. She felt like nothing could ever bring her harm.

Bucky’s breathing hitched as she bravely rocked her hips down to meet his, feeling his bulge rub against her thinly clothed pussy. Y/N let out a soft moan, feeling herself already coming apart for him, only ever getting so aroused for Bucky.

Bucky reacted to every slight movement of her body, using his grip on her hips to pull her even closer to him. Their chests pressed together as her hands cupped the sides of his neck, a hum of satisfaction erupted from her lips as they continued to softly kiss.

Y/N felt her arousal drench onto her panties from the familiar feeling of his big cock pressing achingly against her core. Their tongues played as they desperately grabbed at each other’s bodies, both craving the raw love they could only get from each other.

Y/N slid her hands down his chest as she pulled back from the kiss, her pupils glazed over with lust as they both caught their breaths. Bucky stared her down, his lips parted, his chest heaving as he panted. He was slightly nervous that she’d changed her mind until he watched her tug on the rope of her dressing gown, letting it slip off of her body and onto the floor. Bucky groaned softly, feeling his cock twitch, desperate the feel her wet walls clenching around him. He used the opportunity to admire her body, running his hands over her thighs and up under her nightie. His flesh fingertips burned into her bare skin, his metal digits like ice as she rocked her hips back and forth slowly, keeping her eyes locked on his.

Bucky breathed out shakily, leaning up to reconnect their lips as he ran his hands over the round of her ass, pulling her harder against him as he grew needier with every second. She arched her back into his touch, pressing her chest back against his as she felt the strap of her nightie drops to her shoulder, revealing a little more of her chest.

She sucked sensually on Bucky’s tongue as he let her hands roam over his sides teasingly, feeling him smile at the loving gesture. His fingers hooked into her panties, her hips jolting in response as she assisted him in making quick work to tug them down her legs.

“Not here.” She quickly moved to grab hold of his wrist, her breath shaky against his lips as her eyelids fluttered in weakness. Bucky watched curiously as she leaned back, shuffling off of his lap to stand up, holding her hand out for Bucky to take. Drunk in each other’s presence, they felt complete in a broken world, Bucky took her hand as stood up, admiring the innocent look in her eyes. Y/N used his hand to balance as she stepped out of her panties, licking her lips to conceal a cheeky smile as a thought crossed her mind. She bent down to pick up her discarded underwear, stepping closer to him as she kept her eyes on his. Bucky smirked deviously in amusement as she shoved the panties into the pocket of his leather jacket, rolling his eyes as he tried to contain how desperate he was for her.

His smile didn’t fade as he watched her turn around, following close behind her as she lead them out of the room and down the hallway.

Bucky’s hands wrapped around her waist as they reached the bottom of the stairs, forcing her to turn around and face him. “I miss you.” He whispered softly as she noticed the way his chest rose and fell rapidly, the long lost feeling of love proved overwhelming for the metal armed soldier as he pressed his lips desperately against hers, his strength making it easy for him to lift her up.

She instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist, whimpering into the kiss as he walked them up the grand staircase on the house. Her arms wrapped around his neck, her fingers massaging the back of his head as she sucked on his lip seductively.

She gasped as her back hit the door, Bucky’s strength momentarily faltering as his head spun with pleasure. His hand fiddled with the handle, twisting it to open the door as he kept her wrapped around his body.

Bucky walked them over to the neatly made bed in the middle of the room, throwing her down onto the mattress as he moved to stand between her open legs.

Y/N watched as he took off his coat, his eyes focused on her body as he threw the leather jacket carelessly onto the floor. She bit her lip, her pussy clenching in need as she slowly lifted her legs to press her heels flat against the mattress. Bucky’s eyes glanced between her legs, his pupils displaying as he caught an unobstructed view of her silky, wet pussy.

“You got a new arm.” She whispered softly as her eyes ran over his metal arm, it wasn’t the same as the one she remembered. This one was black, with gold detailing, much more subtle than the red starred, silver arm she knew. She licked her lips with anticipation, mesmerised with the sleek style of his upgraded metal appendage.

Bucky’s eyes stayed glued between her legs, pressing his lips together in a hard line as he watched her mound move with every clench of her needy cunt. He hummed in response to her comment, too turned on to focus on her words as he tugged his t-shirt over his head.

Bucky’s jaw clenched as he watched her sit up, her legs staying in place as she snaked her nightie up her body at a teasingly slow pace. Bucky dropped his hands to his belt buckle, their eyes glued to each other as they removed the last of their clothing, leaving them both naked.

She reached forward, her fingers delicately tracing the part of his shoulder where his flesh fused with the metal of his arm. Bucky’s chest heaved at the delicate nature of her touch, his emotions overwhelming him as he cupped her wrist in his hand. His eyes caught her gaze as she used his grip on her arm to tug him towards her, leaning in to press her lips against his abs with delicate kisses. Bucky’s eyes fluttered shut at the feeling, his breath hitching in his throat as her lips travelled lower.

Y/N hummed against his skin, her clit throbbing for attention as Bucky took the hint, pushing her back down onto the mattress as he climbed on top of her. He cupped her jaw as he pressed his lips against hers in a passionate kiss, his hard cock pressing against her slick.

Her nails dug into his skin as her hands explored his bare flesh, whimpering into the kiss as she lifted her hips to meet his. The movement of their hips rubbing together caused a friction that caused both of them to gasp out in pleasure, hungry for more.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, bucking her hips desperately to meet his as Bucky let out a weak moan. He leaned up to press his metal hand into the mattress next to her head, his flesh hand sliding up her waist to cup her boobs, squeezing them gently.

“Bucky,” Her eyes fluttered closed as she let herself sink back into the mattress, overwhelmed with pleasure and need as she squeezed her thighs around his hips. “I need you inside of me.”

“You’ve got me.” Bucky reassured her sweetly as he restrained himself from completely letting go and fucking her hard into the mattress. There would be time for that later, but right now, they both needed to take their time, to feel each other’s love.

He let his thick cock slide up and down her folds, drenching his length in her wetness. He dropped his head to her neck, kissing her soft skin delicately as his tip nudged between her folds.

Bucky’s eyebrows arched as he tried to stay in control of his primal instincts, his hand fisting into the mattress as he let out a guttural moan. He slowly moved his hips forward, pressing his thick length into her as she gasped under him.

Her hand flew up to grip his bicep, her lips parting as her back arched from the mattress, her walls pulsing around his length. “Bucky.” She moaned out his name breathlessly as he slid deeper inside of her, his lips sloppily kissing her shoulder as he moved to thrust his cock in and out of her slowly.

His tongue swiped along her collarbone before his lips moved lower, leaving gentle kisses over her chest. “I’m no longer the winter soldier.” Bucky mumbled against her chest, licking over her nipples which sent an overwhelming wave of pleasure through her body. He lifted his head back to hers, their lips colliding as she traced every detail of his chest with her delicate fingers.

She remembered every detail of his body. Every muscle, every scar, ever definition of his perfect skin. She felt his cock buried deep inside of her, filling her up as Bucky let out a groan, his hand moving up to cup her chin as he forced her to look up at him.

Bucky stopped his movements, gazing deep into her eyes as their souls connected, an intense feeling of satisfaction filling their bodies as his lips came crashing down onto hers again. She whimpered as she pulled him closer, their chests pressing against each other as Bucky let out a desperate groan, moving his hips to fuck her.

Y/N let out a shaky cry as her fingers dug into his skin, she’d forgotten just how big his cock was. He filled her up with every thrust, breathing heavily against her lips as little moans erupted from within his throat.

Her legs wrapped around his hips as her pussy clenched around his length, trying to accommodate his size. Y/N pecked his lips over and over soothingly as he fucked into her, the sounds of their bodies slapping together with every thrust. She poured out her love for him, the love that never went away, and he felt it, with every kiss.

Bucky’s stomach clenched as his tip nudged against her cervix, his cock throbbing as he felt how her body reacted to every one of his movements. Her tits bounced with every hard thrust of his hips, her clit rubbing against his skin as she hugged his body tight against hers.

He growled between kisses, thrusting into her so deep that the bed hit the wall with a bang every time he fucked into her. She tried to roll her hips, her body weakening under his as she chased her release that was already building in her stomach.

Bucky’s balls tightened as he slid easily in and out of her drenched pussy, in awe of the way her body was clinging to him as though she’d never let him go. He was already close to his climax, he hadn’t been with anyone since her, his cock marvelling in the feeling of being back inside of her.

“My name is James Bucky Barnes.” His balls slapped against her as he grunted the words through gritted teeth, the sound filling the room as Y/N’s mouth dropped open with a gasp of pleasure. Their breaths mixed together as Bucky’s hips stuttered, his eyes squeezing shut at the overwhelming amount of pleasure coursing through his veins.

Bucky groaned weakly as he brought his knees up to rest under hers, keeping her impaled on his cock as he dropped his mouth to her chest. Y/N bit down on her lip as her eyes mirrored the weakness of her body, watching him fuck up into her at a slower pace.

She moaned at the feeling of his lips sucking at her sensitive nubs, her eyes almost rolling back in pleasure as his tongue swirled around her hardened nipples.

“And you’re part of my efforts to make amends.” Bucky moaned at the feeling of the deeper angle, cuddling her against his chest as he fucked into her. The pair were blinded by the sheer feeling of ecstasy, nothing on earth had ever felt as good as making love to each other.

Bucky moaned as he felt his orgasm approaching, his hips jolting automatically as his metal hand flew forward to grip the wooden headboard. Y/N’s back fell against the mattress again as Bucky held her down by her hip, giving him more leverage to thrust into her with such depth she thought her legs would split in two.

“Bucky.” She breathed out shakily, arching her body into his as her head flew back to press into the pillow. Bucky’s head fell softly into the crook of her neck, his little grunts intensified by his lips on the shell of her ear.

Her hand pressed against his tummy as he pounded into her, a shiver shooting down her spine as she tried to control her impending orgasm, not wanting the night with him to end. She tugged on his hair roughly, desperately trying to feel every part of him.

Her eyes were forced open as Bucky suddenly stopped all of his movements, a look of panic washing over her face as Bucky looked down at her breathlessly. He slid his hand between her body at the mattress, supporting her back as he moved to sit back on his knees, lifting her up to keep her against his chest, his cock still deeply buried inside of her.

Y/N let out a moan at the pleasure of the new angle, clinging tightly to his body as her wetness dripped down onto his balls. Bucky pressed his lips against hers, slowly thrusting up into her as he fucked her deeper in the new position. Soft grunts left Bucky’s lips as he felt her pussy twitching around him, her clit overstimulated from the way it was rubbing against his skin.

“Bucky,” Y/N whimpered his name as a warning, her fingers digging into his skin as she looks up at him helplessly, feeling her orgasm taking over. “Hold me,” She begged softly, her eyes glazing over as wave upon wave of pleasure crashed over her body. “I’m gunna cum.” She cried loudly as her head flew back, her lips parted as her moans flowed freely for him.

Her pussy fluttered around his cock as her tits bounced with each of his thrusts, his hands holding her hips tightly to fuck her down onto him.

Waves of pleasure hit her one after the other, his eyes glued to watching her face come undone as he guided her to ride him. She felt herself tighten around him, moments away from her peak as Bucky lost control, jolting his hips erratically inside of her.

Y/N cried out in pleasure as her orgasm took over her body, her tight pussy pulsating on him as she rode out her mind blowing high. She kissed him deeply, their tongues fighting for dominance as Bucky held her in place as he fucked her through her orgasm. Bucky’s face fell into her neck with a loud moan, the feeling of her pussy throbbing around his cock proving too good as he felt his warm cum spurting deep inside of her. She sighed in relief as Bucky grunted, satisfied with the loaded waves of his cum that was filling her hole.

He dropped her back onto the bed, collapsing on top of her, both of them an exhausted, fucked out mess. Bucky moaned at the euphoric feeling, keeping her close as he spun them over so that his back was lying on the mattress with her on his chest.

She turned her head to face him as they both tried to catch their breaths, smiling sweetly as she kissed his swollen lips. She cupped his sharp jaw, pecking his lips over and over, his dick still buried deep inside of her sensitive pussy.

“Was that all this was?” She whispered after a moment of silence, her fingers tracing the metal infused skin of his shoulder as she pressed her lips to his once more. “Just part of your therapeutic methods of making amends?”

Bucky’s heart ached at the thought of her thinking he’d just used her like that, he hated himself for ever making her think he was capable of such a thing. “No. That’s not all it was.” Bucky mumbled against her lips as he sighed sadly, his eyes softening as he cupped her jaw. “I love you, Y/N.” Bucky whispered shakily with a hopeful smile, his words causing her to freeze. She’d never expected to hear him say that, not even after what they just did. “I always have and I always will.” His thumb rubbed soothingly over her cheek, taking the time to admire her beauty.

“I love you too.” She admitted vulnerably, swallowing the lump in her throat she hadn’t even known was there. She didn’t know why he’d left her, she didn’t know why he’d been so hard to forget. She didn’t know why he’d waited all this time to come back, she didn’t know if he was telling the truth or feeding her lies. In a world of disaster and uncertainty all she did know was that she loved him.

“I just have one question, Bucky.” She spoke with a curious tone, shuffling to rest her head on his chest as her fingers traced over his metal shoulder, admiring the intricate beauty. “How did you know which room was my bedroom?”

Bucky’s heart sunk into his stomach, a shy blush of pink hitting his cheeks as he gave her a guilty smile. Y/N couldn’t help but watch with amusement, his shy side was rare to see, and something that she never took for granted. “I may have stopped by your house once or twice before, just to make sure you were safe.”

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The Family Tree is... a Disaster

Takes place in the TCW Leverage AU. It does contain a few deviations, namely that the narrative ended up shifting Plo's role in Ahsoka's life, and Ventress's role overall.

This is mostly just dialogue where I outline the fuckery that is the disaster lineage family tree, not actual fic. It stemmed from my incessant need to justify "25yo Obi-Wan somehow got custody of 9yo Anakin without Shmi dying."

Warnings for: canon character death (modernized), canon violence (modernized), and references to Nazis and white supremacists (Palpatine collects WWII weaponry as a parallel to his canon display of Sith artifacts in his office as chancellor, and Ahsoka thinks it's sketchy)

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"Okay," Cody says, setting down a glass of whiskey as he drops into the seat across the table. "What the hell is your family tree like?"

Obi-Wan raises an eyebrow, and continues cleaning off the definitely-not-stolen crystal komodo dragon he'd won in today's job. "I beg your pardon?"

"You and Skywalker," Cody says, gesturing between Obi-Wan, who is just sitting there minding his own business, and Anakin, who is across the closed-for-tonight bar and doing something inadvisable on the pool table. "You've said he was your brother, and mentioned raising him, which, sure, I'm over twenty years older than my youngest brother, people take over parenting roles all the time. But you have different last names, have mentioned stepfamilies that the other doesn't have, reference things as 'your aunt, not mine,' and I am just getting... very confused. I figured it was personal and I could leave well enough alone, but considering your older brother almost shot us today--"

"Okay, Xanatos is not my brother," Obi-Wan immediately says. "Just. I just have to stop you right there. Xanatos was a student of my father's for a time, but I promise he's not family. Nobody except maybe Komari would consider him even close, and she doesn't count since she's in prison for life and the farthest thing from stable."

Cody gestures. "That, Obi-Wan. That's what I'm talking about. I don't even know who Komari is."

Obi-Wan purses his lips in a failed attempt to not smile. "Do you actually want the explanation? It's long and unnecessarily complicated."

"So's mine," Cody snorts. Obi-Wan waits, patient and pleasant, and is rewarded when Cody sighs. "Please."

"Of course, my dear. To answer your first question, though, Anakin is my half-brother." With a smile, Obi-Wan digs a piece of paper and a pen from his briefcase. "So, center of the chain: me, my father Qui-Gon, my grandfather Yan, and my great-grandfather Yoda. With me so far?"

"Easy enough. Do you have to go back that far?"

"Great-grandfather Yoda is still alive and regularly escaping the old folks' home to terrorize younger relatives, so yes," Obi-Wan says. "Given that you may just meet a tiny, meddling relative of mine when he's bored, we do in fact have to go back that far."

"...how old is he?"

"We don't know for sure. A hundred and eight-ish is the best guess." Obi-Wan shrugs. "It's not a huge deal, mostly he likes bothering Anakin these days. Anyway, grandfather. Yan Dooku. Inherited a minory duchy from his maternal grandfather decades back. Mostly hangs around there because he's on terrorist watchlists in the States."

"Oh, lovely."

Obi-Wan grins. "Trust me, it gets worse. Anyway, grandfather never actually married, but spent most of his time with his 'best friend' Sifo Dyas, who died about a decade back."

"Gay?"

"Well, we know that now, but they got together in the seventies, and this was back when they were both working government jobs, so, you know. It happens."

"Good to know," Cody says. "So, Yoda's kid is Yan, who inherited a title and land from a maternal relative, and had a life partner but never married. With you so far."

"All of Yan's kids were adopted," Obi-Wan continues, sketching out the first branch away from the Yan/Sifo partnership. "Rael was actually grandfather's cousin, maternally, and ended up in his custody after getting orphaned at five. These days, he does most of the stewardship duties at the Serenno Duchy. His daughter Nim is teaching military history at a university in Germany."

Cody nods. "Uncle number one is named Rael, technically your dad's cousin, has a daughter. Got it."

"About a decade after Rael, they adopted my father, Qui-Gon. He and grandfather fought, frequently, but they did care for each other. My father was a botanist, did bio-engineering. We'll get back to him later, because he's where things get complicated." Obi-Wan made sure to leave room around the name. "Just a few years older than me was--is--Komari Vosa. She is... serving a life sentence. I think she fought Jango once."

"She fought my father?"

"To the best of my knowledge, they both almost died, yes," Obi-Wan says. "She's in maximum security these days. She was an assassin. I'll get a call if she breaks out, and I'll let you know along with everyone else."

"Bad news auntie, got it."

"Last adoption, sort of, is Ventress," Obi-Wan finishes off. "A few years younger than me, is technically grandfather's personal assistant and does secretarial work and the like, but we all know he's planning to leave as much of the inheritance to her as he is to the rest of us. She's aggressive and unpleasant, but she takes care of him and hasn't actually threatened to kill any of us yet, so that's fine."

"How'd she join?" Cody asks.

"Ky Narec was a friend of Qui-Gon's; Ventress was his daughter. Ky died a few years after Qui-Gon did, and Ventress was a mess, after." Obi-Wan shrugs and scratches that connection into the little sketch of a family tree as well. "Grandfather offered her a job until she got herself back together, and then she just kind of... stuck around."

"Youngest aunt, more of a cousin." Cody summarizes. "Now we go back to your father?"

"Qui-Gon Jinn was a man of many skills," Obi-Wan says drily. "Adequate birth control was not one of them."

It's almost a pity that Cody wasn't drinking anything, because going by the way he chokes, Obi-Wan's pretty sure the spit take would have been spectacular.

"I'm sorry," Cody says. "Can you repeat that?"

"I was an accident," Obi-Wan says, not even bothering to hide his smile. "So was Anakin."

"So that sounds like... a story."

"It is," Obi-Wan confirms. "My biological mother has never been in the picture. They had a fling, she wasn't sure if she'd want to abort or give me up, just that she wasn't ready to be a parent, and Qui-Gon volunteered to take full custody so she could go back to her life after the birth. I've never met her, but I kept her family name. You can consider her irrelevant beyond that."

Cody nods.

"So, when I was about a year old, Qui-Gon reconnects with an old flame, they get married two years later. Step-mother number one is Tahl. Lovely woman, I absolutely adored her, and she had a daughter, my stepsister, Bant Eerin."

"I met her, right?" Cody asks.

"Yes, she was the doctor who patched up my bullet wound a few months ago," Obi-Wan says. "With the giant glasses that make her look a little fish-eyed."

"She was nice."

"She is," Obi-Wan agrees. "At any rate, that was our family for a while, and then Tahl died when I was fourteen. Bant wanted to go to a magnet school for medical studies, and Qui-Gon's grief was... not optimal for taking care of multiple teenagers, shall we say, so Bant moved in with her paternal uncle, Kit Fisto, and Kit's son Nahdar. He's a marine biologist, incredibly friendly, and has no idea of any of the rest of my side of the family's questionable activities. If you ever meet him, you will pretend that we are a legal firm with a team of security consultants."

Cody raises a brow. Obi-Wan despairs. "Best you could do?"

"We're not that likely to run into him." Obi-Wan draws out a new line. "So, Qui-Gon deals poorly with grief. This is also around the time that Xanatos came around to ruin our lives a little. He was a very rich and unpleasant man, but he's dead as of four hours ago, so you don't have to worry about him. Or his son."

"His son?"

"Anakin handled that," Obi-Wan says. "Thoroughly. Granta Omega is no longer an issue. He's not dead, but... well. Anakin has his ways. Er--I should probably mention Feemor; he was my father's assistant at the university for a long time. Anakin and I still call him our uncle."

"Also a person to avoid mentioning criminal activity to?" Cody prompts.

"Well... no, but only because I don't think he'd care. The man is, forgive me, more of a 'walking sweatervest' than I am. He's a very bland and unassuming man. He once described himself as the background character of the soap opera that is my family's existence."

"Sounds like a charmer."

"Oh, he's very kind and clever, and witty as well. I adore him, and he really is family. He's just also very, very normal. Not boring, but..." Obi-Wan trails off and shrugs helplessly. "He's an editor for an agricultural research journal. Also not someone I anticipate us running into."

"Noted."

"Right, so, Qui-Gon dealing poorly with his grief didn't involve much drinking, but there were a few months of him trying to... lose himself in the pleasures of the flesh?" Obi-Wan tries, and then deflates at the look on Cody's face. "He was slagging around. Shmi got pregnant with Anakin, who was born when I was sixteen. Shared custody at first, Qui-Gon got him weekends and every other holiday, that sort of thing, and then they got married because they actually did like each other well enough, and it was easier on the taxes."

"So Shmi is stepmother number two."

"Shmi is stepmother number two, yes." Obi-Wan sketches in Anakin and Shmi. "About nine and a half years after Anakin was born, Shmi and Qui-Gon were in a car accident with... well, it later turned out it wasn't an accident, there was a hitman called Maul involved, he's actually Ventress's second cousin or something, I don't know. Grandfather handled most of that problem. Qui-Gon died, Shmi was in intensive care, and I got custody of Anakin as his nearest adult relative. We weren't very close before that, because I was off at university by the time he was old enough to form memories, but that changed once he started living with me. I more or less raised him as a single parent from that point."

"This is why he jokes that you're like a father to him."

"Precisely," Obi-Wan says. "Shmi took about a year to recover enough to move again, and grandfather covered the costs. She still had to live with a dedicated carer and attend daily physical therapy. At that physical therapy, she met Cliegg Lars, whose son Owen was also a patient there. They hit it off, and three years later, they married. When Anakin refers to his stepfamily he's talking about the Lars out in Nevada."

"Nevada?"

"They have a farm. A very, very normal one. We don't drag them into our activities, unless we have an at-risk person who needs a safe house." Obi-Wan pauses, and then decides this really needs to be stressed. "This is important to me and Anakin, that we don't get them involved unless there's absolutely no other choice. Shmi's been through a lot, and the Lars are busy enough running the farm."

"Works for me," Cody says. "We've got enough safe houses that it shouldn't be an issue. I'm guessing this story doesn't end there, though."

Obi-Wan grimaces. "My own love life has been... a bit of a mess."

"I already know about Kryze, at least."

There's that. "I was temporarily engaged to a friend, Siri Tachi, shortly after high school. We were in a relationship, but this was mostly something done to appease a relative of hers that was getting overbearing to the point of absurdity, and she couldn't just cut them off. We broke off the engagement after the relative passed, and we're still friends."

He notes that down, then adds the other embarrassment of his early years. "First marriage was actually a drunken joke between myself and my best friend when we were in college. We got it annulled a few months later because we just didn't have time to drop by the courthouse before then, and he's actually engaged to Asajj now."

"Asajj?" Cody asks, watching in fascination as Obi-Wan tries to mark in both his own short marriage and the newer, long-term engagement without crossing any lines. He settles for just writing the name twice and including an asterisk with 'this is the same person.'

"Ventress," Obi-Wan clarifies. "Yeah, Quinlan's a fun guy. His little sister, Aayla, treats Anakin like a beloved younger cousin."

"Are they also off-limits for criminal activity?"

"No, Aayla's the one that taught Ahsoka how to vent-crawl," Obi-Wan says. "And I'm pretty sure Quinlan has contacts in every major government branch, criminal organization, and Fortune 500 company on the planet. I reach out to them regularly."

"Resources, then."

Obi-Wan nods. "Some time later, I married Satine. We had a son; you've met Korkie. We split due to incompatibility a year and change before Qui-Gon's death. Satine doesn't engage in criminal activity, but Bo-Katan is..."

"I've met Bo-Katan. I know what she's like, Obi. You don't have to explain."

"She works with Maul sometimes."

"...the man who killed your father?"

"Yes. It's all very stupid and convoluted." Obi-Wan still writes her in. "So, that's them. Korkie goes to boarding school, and I try not to involve him in anything. Anakin and Ahsoka like to teach him self-defense and the like, but Satine is adamant that he stay unaware of my less legal dealings until he's an adult."

Cody shrugs. "Makes sense. Is that every--wait, no, Skywalker's married."

Obi-Wan grins. "Yes, and Padme's got twins on the way."

"I was there when he told us," Cody says drily. "He was very loud about it. Okay, how does Ahsoka fit in?"

"Hold on, I forgot Beru," Obi-Wan mutters. "Owen's fiancee. Same rules as the Lars. Okay, you asked about Ahsoka. Right. So. Um."

He dithers. Cody waits for him, and then Obi-Wan just gives up. "Ahsoka, dear, would you like to explain how you joined the family, so to speak?"

Ahsoka looks up from whatever she and the boys are doing--there are multiple beer glasses and straws and duct tape involved, and Obi-Wan doesn't really want to know--and then flips off the table and over to Obi-Wan and Cody. She looks over the family tree chart, and then says, "Oooh, did you tell him about the cult?"

"You were in a cult?" Cody demands.

"No, Komari was. She was head priestess or something. I dunno, it's why she's in prison and stuff."

"I did not tell him about the cult," Obi-Wan mutters, already regretting this. "The Bando Gora aren't a problem anymore. I've already gotten to explaining how you and Anakin know each other."

Ahsoka rolls her eyes, steals his pen, and starts sketching in around Quinlan's name, over by Asajj since Obi-Wan's section is too crowded. "Okay, so, Quinlan's adopted. His dad is Tholme, and Tholme's dad is Plo Koon. Plo Koon is good friends with my Auntie, Shaak Ti, who raised me. They live next door to each other, out in the country, and I'd play in his yard a lot, because he had puppies, and he took me to visit his bees. Whenever Auntie needed a babysitter, she asked Quinlan or Aayla to do it since she knew and trusted them, and Aayla needed pocket money."

"This is so unnecessarily complicated," Cody mutters.

"It is!" Ahsoka chirps. Her grin is far too sharp. "So, this one time, Aayla was watching me when I was fourteen, and she was just helping me with my physics homework. BAM, the door slams open, and in stumbled Skyguy with his arm missing. I've never met him before, and my first introduction is him shortly after he's gotten an unplanned amputation."

Anakin, on the other side of the room, giggles. Obi-Wan just sighs. The Fett brothers appear to be in the land of 'horrified fascination.'

Ahsoka revels in it. "There's blood everywhere, I'm screaming, Aayla's panicking, Anakin's halfway to unconscious and insisting we can't call the hospital, and nobody can get Obi-Wan on the phone. Quinlan's in another country, and Auntie Shaak and Uncle Plo are at a movie, so they've both got their cellphones off. Tholme was faking his death at that point to get away from an incident with the Irish Mob, so we didn't even try him."

"What the actual fuck," Rex breathes.

Ahsoka continues with relish. "We get Bant to pick up, and she's there an hour later with Padme, because Padme knows how to drive the way Skyguy does, and the entire drive there is just Auntie Bant on speakerphone telling Aayla how to stop the bleeding and get him stabilized while Padme's screaming at traffic at the top of her lungs."

"I owe Aayla a fruit basket," Anakin muses aloud. "The anniversary of her saving my life is coming up, it's warranted."

"Five years, baby!" Ahsoka crows. She fist-pumps.

Obi-Wan just drops his head into his hands. "You're killing me, children."

Anakin shrugs, grinning. "You know, I think Fett Senior might have been involved in that fight."

"My shitty dad cut off your arm?" Rex demands.

"No, I think he was busy fighting the Interpol guy," Anakin says. "But he was definitely there. I think. Blood loss kinda got to me after a bit, but I'm pretty sure Jango Fett was there, and also Boba might've been hiding in the getaway car?"

"I need another glass," Cody mutters. He doesn't stand up, though.

"Wait," Rex says. "So who cut off your arm?"

Anakin shrugs with an unsure noise. "Someone tried to convince me it was Grandpa Yan, but he was in the middle of a court case in Italy for some kind of parole violation when it happened, so he had an alibi."

"...did he actually violate parole?" Cody asks, and Obi-Wan thinks he looks like he doesn't know if he actually wants an answer.

Ahsoka shrugs. So does Anakin. Obi-Wan carefully looks at a spot behind Cody, and doesn't explain anything about wine tastings used as covers for illicit arms deals.

"The arm?" Rex prompts, sounding a little desperate to get back to the question he likely thinks is the most important.

"I still say it was Skeevy Sheev," Ahsoka chimes in.

"It wasn't Palpatine," Anakin snaps.

"Your creepy older friend who took you to operas and gives you fancy gifts and knows way too much about swords who was conveniently there to talk to the police and cover for you so you didn't get arrested for getting in the middle of a gang war in the first place, yes," Ahsoka says, dropping into a chair and sighing dramatically. "The guy who definitely hasn't been trying to convince you for a year and change that your wife is cheating on you with your older brother."

"Ahsoka!"

"What? He is."

"Anakin," Rex says, "your life sounds like a trainwreck."

"I'm not going to assume a frail, elderly man cut my arm off!" Anakin protests. "Even if he wanted to, he doesn't exactly have the muscle for it!"

"Grandfather's older," Obi-Wan points out, even though he knows it won't help. "And he definitely still could."

"Ha!" Ahsoka shouts.

"He could have hired someone?" Cody suggests. "Doesn't need to do it himself, if he has enough money."

Obi-Wan has a sneaking suspicion that Cody is deliberately stirring the pot as revenge for Anakin sending him eighty-seven cat memes inside an hour during last night's dinner.

"You all suck," Anakin declares. "Also, what the hell do you mean 'knows way too much about swords,' Ahsoka? You know way too much about swords!"

"Yeah, but I'm like ninety-percent sure that his antiques are Prussian and mid-century German military officer dress uniform relics, and pairing that with the Nazi pistols he's got on display--"

"He's just a history buff! And his family's German, of course he prioritizes that region, it's not like he doesn't have Russian or French or English antiques in there too, it's all sides of the war and--"

"I'm just saying he's almost definitely sending me sketchy glances like he thinks I'm planning to steal the silver on the three occasions you've had me with you when you stop by, and I'm pretty sure it's got less to do with my criminal record and more to do with me being, you know, not white."

Anakin looks ready to blow, so Obi-Wan interrupts. "Ahsoka, you were explaining how Anakin passing out on Aayla and scaring us all half to death led to your friendship?"

Ahsoka blinks at him, and then sticks her tongue out at Anakin and turns back to the chart. "So basically, Skyguy had to recuperate in Uncle Plo's living room for a week or two, and I kept showing up to bother him because he was bored and nobody would give him a laptop for 'security reasons,' because he had to lay low and stuff. He made me help him sketch out designs for a prosthesis and do all the writing for the math he had to do for the 3D printer, and we got to chatting."

Ahsoka hops up and back onto a table, legs swinging below her. "I decided he was cool and started following him around while he was getting used to only having one hand, mostly because I was bored. He showed me how to hotwire a car, and explained the best places to put a bug if you were looking to make it sneaky, and he picked my pocket to show off so many times when he was walking around Uncle Plo's house that I made him teach me that, too. And, uh, then Aayla found out and they got into a shouting match about it and decided they both needed to teach me parkour so I could get out of any mess I got myself into, since I was obviously going to follow them into a life of crime."

"And you did," Anakin says, far too proudly. "You're the best thief in this half of the country."

"Only because Aayla moved out east."

Anakin rolls his eyes and pulls Ahsoka into his side, digging his knuckles into her skull. "Best thief! You are the best thief! Be proud of yourself!"

"Let go!"

"Never!"

Obi-Wan sighed heavily and rubbed at his forehead. "Children, please."

"You're not my dad," Ahsoka growls out at him. "Skyguy, I'm going to bite you!"

"Good luck, the only arm you can access is the one that's going to break your teeth."

Ahsoka shrieks in outrage and stomps on Anakin's instep.

It's almost funny, for all that Obi-Wan's seen it play out a million times before, but the really interesting part is seeing Rex's look of fond dismay.

Obi-Wan thinks he might be adding a branch out to the Fetts soon. He's not actually sure if Rex is interested in Anakin or Ahsoka, and he's smack dab between them in age, so that's not a help either, but... well. The expression is familiar enough.

"Please tell me you don't match-make," Cody mutters to him.

"No, I plan to let the pieces fall where they will," Obi-Wan responds, just as low, and far more amused. "I'm simply trying to predict where those landings are to be."

Cody looks at him, and then back at the roughhousing trio, and sighs heavily. "You know, I really didn't think that you technically being minor royalty was going to be the least convoluted thing in your story, Obi-Wan."

He laughs, because it's true. "I'm first in line to inherit the title, since Rael denounced his claim. Nim isn't interested, and Qui-Gon's dead, so... I'm next."

Cody makes a face. "Delightful. I'm guessing that's not a connection we can safely make use of."

"No more than the Kryze or Naberries, I'm afraid." Obi-Wan claps him on the shoulder. "Chin up, I've plenty others in the metaphorical rolodex, all far less legitimate and far more amenable to work with our little outfit."

"Rolodex, really?" Cody snorts. "You're not that old."

Obi-Wan smiles winningly. "You don't know how old I am, Cody. All my IDs are fake."

"Anakin's twenty-four, and you're sixteen years older than him, going by the story you just told me," Cody points out. "I do know how to do basic math, Obi-Wan."

"I had to try," Obi-Wan admits. "I threw a lot of information at you all at once; I'd hoped you missed some of the ages in there."

"I have eight brothers," Cody scoffs. "And literally dozens of cousins, plus niblings, uncles, aunts, and so on. I have experience on this."

"If I asked you to list of the age of every single relative you have, you'd be able to do it?"

"Do you want me to draw a chart? I can draw a chart."

Obi-Wan can't help but laugh. "I'd be delighted, my dear."

Cody rolls his eyes, but Obi-Wan thinks--it's hard to tell in the dimmed lights of the closed bar--that there's a hint of a blush on the man's face. Obi-Wan lets himself slouch to the side, drops his head to rest on one fist, indolent debauchery in every line of his body. Cody does his best to ignore him, but Obi-Wan knows how to smile lazily and blink slowly and draw a man in.

(The whole 'indolent debauchery in every line of his body' phrasing is Anakin's, from back when he was a teenager trying to read highbrow literature to impress a cute girl... and to come up with new insults for his older brother.)

"So," Cody says, with a cough meant to somehow distract Obi-Wan from whatever's showing on the man's face. "Why, uh, why is your grandfather on terrorist watchlists?"

"Well, he didn't initially do anything," Obi-Wan says. "He was just a gay man who didn't hide it quite well enough, and had too much money and too white a face for someone to just call the cops on a faulty report. The Red Scare was technically over by that point, I think, but if a few people made suggestions that he was more loyal to the country that gave him a noble title than to the United States... he received a few warnings, of course, and it could have all blown over..."

"But?"

"But my grandfather is not a man to do things by halves, and instead decided that if the government was to list him as a threat, then he would oblige and make himself a threat," Obi-Wan finishes. "Living up to their labels, rolling with the assumptions, whatever you'd like to call it. It all irked him, and so he made some incredibly questionable decisions to make the government's lives harder. Some weren't bad, like donating to anti-war foundations that were protesting the Gulf War and the interventions in Yugoslavia, that sort of thing, and some were... nobody really looks well on gunrunning, you know."

"For fuck's sake..."

"Indeed," Obi-Wan chuckles. "Ironically, he has minimal opinion on the optimal form of economics, for all that virulent xenophobia and the remnants of anti-communism were involved in the whole mess. He just wanted to create problems for the people that were causing him problems."

Cody shakes his head. "I want to judge that, but you've met my father."

"Jango Fett is, indeed, also not a man to do things by halves," Obi-Wan agrees, attempting to nod gravely but breaking into a smile at the end. "That man is absurd."

"At least he's not dragging Boba into it anymore," Cody mutters. He drags over the fresh sheet of paper and pen that Obi-Wan offers him. "Okay, right, let's start with Jaster..."

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