brock what are you doing

Crybaby

Summary: You’re the one who is always picked on, almost every day, and you’re so sick and tired of it. Nobody helps you, until one fateful day. 

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (ALTERNATE UNIVERSE)

Word Count: 3,109 Words

Warnings: Bullying, fluff, angst, a bit of violence and gore, sappiness 

A.N: I’m always one for women standing up for themselves, but this idea just came to me and some standing up happens in the end. I swear I normally don’t like ‘damsels in distress’ but this story just happens to have a reader character a bit like that. Sorry. 

You hate life. Specifically, you hate school. No, it isn’t all those tests and assignments that teachers wanted you to do all the time, because despite those being an absolute pain, it definitely isn’t the worst thing you endured. You’re actually a reasonably smart person, and you find classes relatively easy. However, outside of classes…things are pretty terrible.

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Old Friends (7/7)

this is it guys !  I hope you guys like it ! xoxo

Summary: y/n and Sam Wilson have been neighbors since she moved to NewYork . When Sam started being an avenger they drifted, just random texts or calls . That was until the events between Steve, Bucky and Tony.  Things are all cleared now, everyone is back at the tower and/or avengers facility, including Bucky. But what happens when the reader shows up at the facility looking for Sam?

Pairings: Sam Wilson x reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader, Avengers x reader

Warnings: smut, violence, angst, swearing


  You slowly open your eyes and are met with brown eyes staring right back at you. You let out a groan and try to move, but you realize you’re strapped down to a medical table.The last thing you remember is being wheeled into what looked like a science lab. It was pristine white and looked like your old dentist’s office. There was a side tray filled with different medical tools, a tank with a mask attached, and a bright hanging light over it. You were wheeled under the light and the mask was placed over your face, then everything went black.

 "What the hell did you do to me?“ Your voice was raspy; you assume you’ve been out a while.

 "Well Kitten, we took care of some of your injuries from the crash. You’re welcome.” His voice was calm but arrogant at the same time.

 "Don’t fucking call me that. Wait until I get out of here, Rumlow. I swear to God I will kill you.“ You push against the restraints but they don’t budge. Your eyes still feel heavy and your body is ridden with exhaustion. You know you need to fight back and buy yourself some time.

 "Awh, I thought you like being called Kitten, it seems like it when Barnes says it.” A smirk plays on his lips, and you send him a glare.

How the fuck would he know that!?

  “Don’t you want to know how I know that? Or how I knew the jet was leaving the tower, with you in it?”

  You roll your eyes, “Well I feel like you’re going to tell me any way, but go ahead, enlighten me.“

  He moves himself so he’s leaning his elbow against the table above your head. He twirls a piece of your hair as he starts speaking, "I had some friends that made an appearance at Stark’s party you attended not too long ago. They left behind some very advanced presents in the tower.” Son of a bitch. How did Tony not know he got bugged? “So you see, I’ve witnessed a lot. I saw you and Barnes on the balcony, I’ve seen the team watch movies. I’ve seen everything.” His tone is hard now, but he’s still twirling your hair while he just looks at you .

 "So you’re Ross’s bitch now? You needed an upgrade since Pierce is six feet under, huh?  How are you even alive? Didn’t Wanda blow your sorry ass to pieces? And what’s with  the arm? I hate to break it to you, but it looks way better on Buck.“ You let out a tight laugh. He moves and leans back in his chair.

"So many questions darling. I guess I can tell you before the fun starts. He pauses to wink at you. Fucking Hell. What a sick bastard.

  "I am no one’s bitch, you were a threat to exposing Hydra’s new order, so you have to be dealt with. Never underestimate Hydra; the man Wanda killed was an agent that was manipulated to mimic my appearance. A few minutes with a blowtorch, and he looked like the one that was smashed under a building. Thanks to Hydra, my face was 90% healed, only thing I lost under that damn building was my arm.” He wiggles his metal fingers at you, you feel a wave of nausea hit you like a truck.

 "Oh honey, it’ll be okay. I’ll take care of you better than the soldier ever could. After all, I am his replacement.“ Of course they made a new soldier, how the fuck did no one find out about this?

 "Oh please, you will never hold a candle to Barnes, in his soldier days or now. He will always be better than you. Where are we now? You think the team won’t find me wherever you’ve hidden me?”

  He releases an evil laugh and he runs his fingers on the side of your face, caressing it. “They won’t find you Kitten. We are at an unmarked base in Australia,. No one’s going to look for you here. You’re stuck with me now, Y/n.” Of fucking course, I’ve always wanted to go to Australia, and now that I’m here I’m stuck with Hydra. You’ve got to be kidding me. This just proves that everything in Australia is deadly.

 The door to the lab swings open and a man in a lab coat walks in holding a laptop. He sets it on the table in front of you and Rumlow and pulls open the computer, starting the webcam up. You can see yourself; you had been changed into scrubs, and have a nasty cut across your cheek and your body is littered in bruises and cuts. You don’t see anything majorly wrong with you, so you look over to Brock.

  “What’s with the webcam? Thinking of starting your own video series? How to become  a douchey Scumbag, by Brock Rumlow.” You snort at yourself, but Rumlow doesn’t look amused. He leans toward you, taking your jaw in his metal hand and squeezing it tightly.

“Watch yourself Princess, I don’t want to have to start the show without my audience.”   What the fresh Hell is he talking about, an audience? He’s got more screws loose than Ultron. He releases your jaw, and returns to his seat next to your medical table. He pushes a tray out from behind him that you didn’t see before. You catch a glimpse of what it contains, and take in a sharp breath. It was filled with a variety of different, sharp blades. I’m screwed.

  “You really are just a ball of attitude. I don’t know how they deal with you. We’re going to make a little call to your friends in New York. Let them suffer a little.” This is perfect, if I can give them any sort of hint of where I am they’ll find me.

  You think about anything that could hint at Australia without letting Brock know what you’re doing. You come up blank; there’s nothing you can do to save yourself. I’m going to die here, awesome. I didn’t even get to fuck Barnes yet, what a cruel way to go.

 Rumlow makes his way to the computer, speaking with one of the men that came in. Another man walks in, wheeling a different cart. You can’t really tell what it is, but just assume it’s bad.

 "Did you find a way to get into the Starks receiver?“

  One of them nods, and hits the call button. Before you know it, Tony’s face appears on the screen.

 "TONY!” You start to yell, but Brock turns to you and, without warning, swings his metal hand onto your cut cheek. You can feel blood start to come out of the corner of your mouth, you spit the blood on the floor and laugh.

 "You hit like a bitch.“

 "This is going to be fun.” Brock laughs before he turns to face the camera. While Brock was dealing with you, Tony must have called the team over to him. You start to squirm on the table when you realize they can all see you.

 "Surprise surprise, Avengers. Couldn’t get rid of me that easy. Y/n, aren’t you going to say hi to your friends?“ You look straight in the camera and smile as you open your mouth to speak, but he cuts you off.


 "Be careful what you say, Kitten.” You see Bucky storm closer to the camera.

“Rumlow, I swear, I will find you. And when I do, you can’t imagine what I’ll do to you.” Well, now I know he’s even hot when he’s pissed. Can he just have one moment where he’s ugly? Jesus.His voice is music to your ears. Rumlow moves to the laptop, canceling out the audio on your end. You can’t hear what they are saying, but can see their mouths going.

 "They can still hear you sweetheart, say hello.“

  You look to the camera and you force the tears down, but don’t speak. Brock faces you again and drives a hard punch at your eye. You let out a sob, still keeping your silence.

  "Seems like someone’s a little camera shy. Maybe I should break her in, don’t you think?” Rumlow is sporting a sick grin as he moves to the newer cart that was wheeled in. He takes four little round pads off the top that are attached to a bunch of wires. It takes you a minute to figure out what it is, but as soon as he’s attached them to your temples and your chest, you know what they are. If I make it out of this, I swear I’m going to kill him 20 different fucking ways.

 He moves in front of the camera and smiles, waving the remote in his hand. Before you know it, you feel mind numbing pain shooting through every inch of you. You can’t contain the scream that ripples through you.

 "Keep talking to them. Now,“ he instructs, and you comply.  

 You let out a small sob. "Guys, I can’t hear you, but it’ll be okay.” Another lighter shock makes its way through you. "Do me a favor, whatever happens to me, know it’s not your fault. It’s this dickbag’s fault.” Instead of a shock, you feel one of the blades being shoved under your collarbone.

  Another shriek falls out of your mouth. You try to focus on the computer instead of on the pain. You look and only see Bucky staring at you with what you can only describe as pure rage. You take in his surroundings, noticing seats in the background. Not just any seats though, seats with safety belts.

 Are they on the jet? THEY KNOW WHERE I AM.  A smile spreads across your face and you start laughing like a jackal. Rumlow sends another volt of electricity through you, stronger than the others. It makes your muscles lock up around your entire body, along with the feeling of pins and needles at your extremities. After a minute, you start to laugh again, making Brock come at you delivering blow after blow to your torso. You’re holding on to your consciousness, barely though. You keep laughing and it’s driving him insane.

 "You’re one crazy bitch, you know that?“

"And you’re one ugly, stupid son of a bitch, you know that?”

  He shoves his finger into the opening in your arm from the blade. You cry out, letting the tears pour down your cheeks. A smug grin makes its way to his face. You move your focus to the computer, only to notice none of the team is on the screen. Please for the love of God, be here.

  You hear Brock click the button on the remote, sending what feels like the highest volt of power through you yet.You can feel blood start dripping out of your nose from that one. After that, time starts to blur together. He stops with the shocks and starts with the blades again. He rips open the scrub top you are wearing and begins dragging the blade lightly over your abdomen and chest. Not deep enough for you to bleed to death, but painful all the same. He decides that the pain must not be high enough, because he pours some type of alcohol onto the wounds. You start screaming and pushing against your restraints until they start cutting into your body from the resistance.

Maybe they aren’t coming for me. This is how I’m going to die. Alone and in pain, at the hands of Hydra.

  Brock puts down the tools down and runs his fingers down the lines of you jaw. “What a shame, such a pretty face wasted on Barnes.”

“Go to Hell, Rumlow,” you mutter. “When they find you, you’re going to wish you died under that damn building.”

“Now that’s a little rude. You’d be dead if it wasn’t for me.” You let out a dry laugh. He twirls your hair in his fingers like before and adds, “Ross ordered a hit to kill you, not bring you in. I took it into my own hands to keep you alive and play a little bit. You’re going to made a great addition to Hydra, Kitten.”

 "Stop fucking calling me that, you psychotic asshat. I’m not your Kitten, and I’m not a Hydra agent, and I’ll never be one. Only bastards like you think what Hydra does is good. Don’t you think Ross is going to be a little peeved that you disregarded a direct order, bitch boy?“  You hear him growl and see him reach for the biggest blade on the stand. Way to go Y/n, you’re not suppose to poke the damn bear. Oh well.

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Before he could reach you, the room lights up red and an alarm blares.

  "Well that’s fucking annoying. Looks like you have company, bitch boy.” Please be them.

  He leaves the room. You don’t know how long he’s gone, but the alarm’s still screeching and the red light is starting to hurt your eyes. You hear the door open, assuming its Rumlow you laugh.

  “Good to see you still have sense of humor, Doll.” The voice doesn’t belong to Rumlow. Tears start running down your face at the sound. Bucky? Oh my god.

“Buck?” Your voice is quiet. You turn your head to see him. Please don’t be a dream.

  “It’s me, Y/n. Let’s get you out of here.” He makes his way towards you, grabbing a blade off the stand, and starts cutting your restraints. You try not to wince when the blade gets close to you, but he notices anyway. He puts a hand on your cheek lightly, “Doll, I promise that I’ll protect you and get you home.” He speaks into his comms, alerting the team he has you.

When you look up, you see Rumlow sneaking in behind him.

Your eyes widen as you shout, “Buck behind you!”

  Rumlow grabs him in a headlock, pulling him to the ground. You start trying to rip through the last of the restraints at your feet. You can hear fighting outside in the halls, and the echo of what you assume to be a shield bouncing off something. I can’t believe they found me.

  You look up to see Bucky and Rumlow in hand-to-hand combat . It looks like Bucky’s winning right now. You see him throw a set of punches at Brock, knocking him back a couple of feet. Rumlow pulls out his pistol, but Bucky knocks it out of his grip before he can shoot, sending it to the floor a couple feet away from you. Before you think of what you’re doing, you grab a blade and use what energy you have left to dive to the floor for the gun. Neither of the men notice your actions, as locked in battle as they are. Rumlow has the upper hand when you look back up. He has Barnes against the wall, his metal hand wrapped around his throat. You can see Bucky struggling, so you lunge forward. You jam the blade into Rumlow’s side. You immediately lift the gun, aiming it straight for Rumlow’s head.

  You see his shoulder start to shake, and realize he’s laughing. He drops Bucky to the ground, and Bucky starts coughing as he attempts to breathe again.

  Rumlow starts to speak as he turn around, “You dumb bitch! You think stabbing me will stop me?”

 As he turns fully towards you, you smile. “No, but this will.”

  You send four shots his way before he can even take a step towards you. Two make it into the left side of his chest, one on his right, and the last lucky shot in between his eyes. Thank God for the nerf gun wars with Sammy. His body falls to the floor with a thud. Bucky’s head snaps up to look at you. Even after you see the blood leaking out of Rumlow’s body, you get closer and release the rest of the clip into his body. You don’t realize you’re still pulling the trigger after it’s empty, until Bucky slowly takes the gun away from you. Your eyes are wide, and you’re shaking uncontrollably. Your knees give out, but Bucky catches you before you can hit the ground. You didn’t notice when Steve came in the room, nor do you know how much he saw. He looks beaten up, but you’ve see him worse. He sends you a relieved smile before Bucky asks him to take care of Rumlow while he carries you back to the jet.

 You sit on the jet with an IV attached to your uninjured arm, with the arm that was stabbed sitting in a sling. You feel like shit. The team has stayed silent since the quinjet took off. Bucky’s next to you, with his arm wrapped around your shoulders. It feels like it’s been hours, yet no one has said anything since he carried you on to the jet. 

 "How did you find me?“ Your voice sounds normal, and you distantly wonder if you’re in shock. Everyone turns to you, but it’s Tony who answers.

  "You remember those diamond earrings I bought you when you first moved in?” You nod. You haven’t taken those off since he gave them to you. But you’re not understanding why he’s asking.

 "Well…those may or may not have been tracking devices so I could see where you went when you leave the tower. Better safe than sorry, right?“ Your eyes fill with tears. You let the blanket fall off your shoulder as you push yourself up and stumble towards Tony. You throw your good arm around him, ignoring the pain, and sob into his shoulder.

  "I have never loved you more for being a creep than I do right now, Anthony Stark.” The team erupts in a fit of awkward laughter, and you join in. You make your way to every member of the team, awkwardly hugging them and thanking them. When you get to Sam, you pull him into as tight of a hug as you can. You let the tears you’ve been holding in pour out.

 "I thought I’d never see you again, Sammy.“ You sniffle and pull away from him a little.

      A couple tears make their way down his face. "You really thought Barnes or I were going to let that happen? Listen, you’re tough, but we’re the superheroes. But I guess it was impressive, for a civilian.” You roll your eyes and let out a snort of amusement. You grab Sam’s ear and tug on it hard. He lets out groan, and you hear everyone try to stifle their laughs.

  “Call me a civilian in that tone again, and I will shove your wings down your beak, Bird Boy. Did you forget who used to win all our nerf gun wars at the apartment? I’m surprised you don’t have a permanent dart indent on your forehead from those days.” He grumbles and shoos you away. Before you walk away from him, you lean up and plant a gentle kiss on his cheek.

  You go back to your seat by Bucky and take his hand in yours. You feel his eyes on you, but you don’t look his way.

  “You know Doll, you just kissed Sam before you kissed me.” You feel a blush blossom across your cheeks. Damn it, Bucky.  You turn to him, touching his cheek gently as he leans closer, pushing his lips against yours. It was a tender kiss, but you know if you don’t pull away, you’ll want it to be more. You know this isn’t the time or place for that, and honestly you’re body is already fighting not to give into the pain and exhaustion, so you pull yourself away.

  “Thank you for saving me, James,” you whisper. You don’t think anyone else heard you, but of course Tony did and just has to make a comment on it.

“Well technically I saved you too… I’ll take my kiss now.” He puckers his lips, so you decide he deserves at least a kiss on the cheek. Before you get to him, Clint cuts in.

“Technically she saved herself. She’s the one who killed Rumlow.” Oh yeah, I did that. Go me !

  You stop in your tracks, letting out a small laugh. Tony looks a little defeated while Bucky just has a proud grin on his face.

“What can I say? My girl’s a fighter.” Everyone laughs and agrees.

“Who said I’m your girl, Barnes?” You stick your one hand on your hip and glance at him. You hear a series of “ooohss” and “Damns ” from the team. He blushes and sends you a wink.

 "Who would say no to this?“ He points to his smile and body, making you roll your eyes even further into the back on your head.

  What a cheeky bastard. You walk in front of him, and sit yourself in his lap, his arms gently snaking around your waist. You smile down at him and wrap your arm around him, ignoring the pain in your torso, and place a kiss on his nose before you rest your head against his. You end up falling asleep for the rest of the ride home, cradled in his arms on his lap.


It was a couple hours before you made it back to the tower. As soon as you do, you get set in a wheelchair (this time you don’t bothering arguing against it) and pushed by Bucky down to the MedBay. When you get in, Helen is already prepared for you. 

   Helen walks over to you. "We have to stop meeting like this, Y/n.” You laugh and hug her tightly, albeit awkwardly. You can tell it catches her off guard, but she hugs you back tightly. “Come on, we have to do brain and heart scans to see if the electric shocks caused any serious damage. The we can take a look at the other wounds” You gesture for her to lead the way and Bucky pushes you in the right direction.

  After all the tests are done and everything is patched up, Helen fills you in on the results.

   “There doesn’t seem to be too much trauma. Your body had time to relax and slightly repair itself between the time the of the shocks, which helped to avoid too much serious nerve damage. And although it must of caused immense pain at the time, it doesn’t appear that Rumlow used that high of shocks on you. It’s a torture method common in Hydra for when they want to keep someone alive but still inflict pain. Your body was so exhausted that it intensified the pain of the shocks it endured.”  You’re surprised, you could have sworn the shocks were worse, but what Helen says makes sense.  Before you reply to her,  Bucky comes back into the room.

“Is she ready to go, Doc?” He asks. You manage to get up and head towards him, lacing your fingers with his when you get to him. Helen nods, and Bucky helps you to the elevator. You keep trying to rush there, but Bucky forces you to slow down. When the elevator doors shut, he chuckles.

   "A little impatient, Doll?”  Oh Barnes, you’ve got no idea what’s coming.

   You pull the emergency stop on the elevator, and turn to him. You ignore the pain in your body, and use your one hand to shove him against the back wall of the elevator. His eyes go wider than you’ve ever seen, and you just send him a sweet smile before pouncing on him. You close the space between your bodies, leaning up you run your hand up from his chest and into his hair. You can see his lips start to part, and you make your move. You push yourself up and crash your lips to his. It becomes a hungry, heated kiss. And you couldn’t be fucking happier.

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  Bucky gains the upper hand and slides his hands to the back of your thighs, signaling you to jump. You understand, and jump straight up. Your bodies are pressed together, as are your lips. You start move yourself against him,  the friction making the heat in your body intensify. You separate your lips so you both can breath. Bucky places you on your feet, and you pout at him. He lets out a chuckle and gives you a quick peck on the lips. His mouth makes its way to your neck, biting hard enough to leave a mark and then soothing the pain with a sweet kiss. He goes to slide his hands under your shirt, until he’s interrupted by Stark’s voice.

  “Listen, I know it’s been a while for you two, but some of us need the elevator for things other than sex, like ya know, transportation.” You groan and shove Bucky away. He rolls his eyes, and Tony’s voice blares through the speakers again.

  “We’re having a meeting in five minutes. Y/n, we need to know what Rumlow said while he had you. See you in the conference room, kids.”

  You restart the elevator and lean against the back wall next to Bucky. “How do we always get interrupted?” You ask. Exhaustion is starting to kick in both physically and mentally. You feel every ache in your body. Ugh, everything hurts now. The pain must be evident on your face because Bucky turns and lifts you bridal style again as the doors open.

You send him a questioning glare, he chuckles as a reply. “I’m assuming the reality of your injuries is setting in. Plus, you haven’t had a decent amount of sleep, so put that all together and you’re pretty much death walking. You were literally just slumped against the wall, Y/n.” You roll your eyes, but lean in and kiss his cheek. He blushes instantly, making you giggle.

“Don’t worry Sarg, when I’m healed I’ve got a hell of a night planned for us.” You wink, making him turn even redder. I can’t fucking wait.

  You both arrive at the conference room, and the meeting starts. You tell the team everything Rumlow said to you: about how he survived, Ross’s order, everything. When the meeting ends, Clint takes you back to Helen, suggesting she puts you in some cradle thing she created. You have no idea what it is, but you agree. You fell asleep before they even had the lid on it, but it really did help. Most of the cuts on your torso were gone, and you just had a little muscle soreness in your shoulder from the stab wound. What a life saver.  After that, you head straight to your bed and you fall asleep as soon as your head hits the pillow.


The next day, you spend time with the entire team. No one brings up Rumlow or Ross,  it’s just a simple day of relaxing. You start to wonder what’s going to happen to Ross, but when you asked Steve about earlier he told you not to worry, that it’s being taken care of. Whatever that means. By the end of the day, you’re exhausted again. You drag Bucky to bed with you. He lays down on your bed, but instead of laying next to him, you crawl over and straddle him.

   He raises an eyebrow. “What do you think you’re doing sweetheart?” He asks with a playful tone.

 You answer by smirking and giving him a wink. You trace the lines of his chest, then slide your hands under his shirt. You can feel his muscles tense under your hands as you feel your way around his body. You lean over, hovering your lips over his for a moment, before connecting them in a passionate kiss. The kiss starts of passionate from the start, your tongues moving with each other, but it doesn’t seem to be enough for either of you right now. You move from his lips down to his neck, kissing all the way until you reach his shirt. He leans up, removing his shirt, and you follow suit. Within seconds, you’re naked and on top of him, grinding your hips down onto his, still teasing him. He rolls you both over so he’s on top now.

"Teasing isn’t very nice, Y/n.” You look up at him and bite your lip. That sends him into overdrive .He dips his head and takes one of your nipples into his mouth while he gently massages the other breast with his hand. He switches off between the two, making you squirm and moan. You weave your hands in his hair, tugging on it

.He lets go of your nipple with a loud pop, and looks up at you.

  “Bucky please.” It comes out as a needy whisper. Your hair is splayed over your pillows and your lips are swollen and parted.

  “I think this is my new favorite view,” he mumbles as he moves his hand down between your legs, sliding his fingers into your folds. “Is all this for me doll?” You whimper and nod. He slides his fingers through again, then slowly enters one finger into you.

  You squirm, wanting more. “Bucky please! I can’t take it! Do something!”

  He chuckles and starts moving his finger faster, adding another finger, while his thumb circles your clit. By now, you’re arching your back into him, trying to move your hips faster. He slows his fingers down, then pulls them out. He opens his mouth to ask you something, but before he could say anything you beat him there.


 "I have a birth control implant, so stop teasing me already!“ It comes out more desperate than you want, but at this point you don’t care. 

  Bucky leans down, putting his lips to yours in a slow and passionate kiss. He begins gliding the tip of his cock back and forth through your folds. You’re about to start begging him again, but he guides his hard cock to your entrance.

  "Oh fuck,” you moan. “James…” He pushes his cock in slowly. You could feel it stretching you, and he waited a moment to adjust before starting to slowly thrust into you. It isn’t long before you’re begging him for more. He starts snapping his hips into you hard but slow, and you try to control the moans that slips out. You start moving your hips in sync with his. You can tell he’s trying to be careful, holding back so he doesn’t hurt you. But your wound so tightly, you need him to fucking you, not making love to you. That could happen later.

“I’m not going to break. Don’t hold back, Sergeant.” That must have set something off in him, because the gentleness is gone in seconds. He rolls over and you straddle him. You fully sink down onto his hard cock. Once you start bouncing and fucking yourself on his dick, every thought leaves your mind. You smirk down at him, placing your hands on his chest to keep yourself up. His hands are on your hips, holding you tight enough that you’re sure there will be bruises, as he guides you on his length.

  “Fuck Kitten, you look so good like this. You feel so good wrapped around me,” Bucky growls. He starts thrusting up into you as you ride him, hitting your g spot over and over. A loud moan rips its way out of you, and you start moving faster.

  He leans up, and starts swirling his tongue around your nipple a couple times before laying back down. He starts pounding into you, faster and harder than anything you’ve ever experienced. All that’s coming out of your mouth are whimpers. The pressure keeps building within you. All it takes is him snaking his hand down to rub your clit  to bring you right to the edge.

  You let out a loud moan. “Buck, I’m about to…”

  “Come for me, Doll.” He thrusts into you harder. Your vision clouds over as you reach your climax. You feel heat rush through your body and your heart hammers in your chest. You scream Bucky’s name and distantly hear him moan in response.

  “Oh God, Y/n, I’m going to cum.” You feel his muscles tense and he lets out a string of curses as he comes undone inside you.

 You both take a moment to breathe before you slowly pull yourself off him, and flop yourself face first back onto your bed.

  You can hear him chuckle, and you turn your body to face him.

  “I’m pretty surprised no one cockblocked us this time,” He says. You let out a laugh but,  before you can respond, Sam’s voice makes its way to you.

"Are you done now, Sergeant.” Oh my God, Sam.

  You start laughing hysterically, poor Bucky is as red as a tomato. Sam and Steve walk into the room, and Steve is almost as red as Buck. You hurry to cover yourself with a blanket, before bursting out laughing. Sam just wiggles his eyebrows at you before speaking.

  “Next time, put a fucking sock in the hallway or something. Warn a man, you animals. And get Stark to give you your own damn floor. I don’t need to see this.”

  You roll your eyes, ” Is there something you two needed? Or were you just coming for the show?“ You wink at Steve, he looks down at his feet. Bucky and Sam let out obnoxious laughs. Poor Steve, he’s too innocent to be friends with these two.

  "We just wanted to see if you guys are down for a movie night, but if you’re busy-”

You interrupt Steve before he can finish, “I love movie nights! We’re in.”

  They leave so you and Bucky can get yourselves ready. After you’re both dressed and on the elevator, Bucky slides his hand into yours.

“Hey Y/n?” His voice has a shy tone to it that surprises you. You’ve never really seen him be shy.

“Yeah Buck?”

“I love you.”

  You  feel your eyes go wide at what he said. You squeeze his hand, and let a shaky breath go while you try not to cry.

 "I love you too, James.“ You smile at one another before getting off the elevator to join your friends. You look out at the common room and see the group that’s become your family recently, and you can’t imagine life without them anymore. This is all I’ll ever need.

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Kitten; Epilogue

Fandom: WWE

Pairing: Jon Moxley[Dean Ambrose]/Unnamed OFC

Rating: Holy shit M.

AN: Thirst Party Crew, welcome to our epilogue! Tagging the amazing @tox-moxley, the awe-inspiring @oraclegazes, and our brave captain on this voyage, @hardcorewwetrash. Enjoy!


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Time After Time (Part 1 of 10)

Summary: AU. When the reader’s parents divorce, her mother moves her to a new town, right next door to Bucky Barnes. This is their love story.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 963

Warnings: fluff, some mentions of bullying.

A/N: I’m back with a new series. Hopefully you guys like it! Thanks for reading!

Part 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6a - 6b - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10

Age Seven

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PURPLE

Chapter 5: Stupid Smile

Evan got off the plane, scanning the airport as he looked for piercing blue eyes from the crowd.

“Where’s he meeting us?” Georgia said, trying to follow her partners eyes, but failing.

“He said somewhere in here. The guy’s never been very good with detail.”

This caused Georgia to laugh. Evan had said so much about Jon. So much. She knew how much he wanted her to meet him, and how much he wanted to see him.

“I think that’s him.” Evan said, frowning slightly.

Jon looked different.

He was wearing a beanie over short dark hair. His jaw had got more defined and so had his high cheekbones. His eyes were still a piercing blue but were held down by dark bags. His arms were covered in fresh ink that Evan hadn’t seen before and he had new piercings. One on his eyebrow, another in the centre just below his bottom lip and a load more ear piercings.

Basically, he looked fucking hot.

Jon caught his eye.

“Hey, Jo, long time no see.” Evan cried, pulling him into a hug before the other had a chance to say anything. He had grown taller too, now he towered above Evan’s height. It was weird.

“Hey, man!” Jon exclaimed excitedly. It was Jon. It was his best friend. But Evan couldn’t help but still feel this tingly nervousness in his stomach. “Everyone’s dying to see ya! Oh, and you must be Tylor, I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“It’s Georgia.”

“Shit.” Jon looked sheepishly at her. “That was the last one.”

Evan started to laugh, which didn’t look good when Georgia frowned at him.

“I told you he had a bad memory.”

“No, I don’t!”

“Well, for pointless shit you don’t, but important things just go in one ear and out the other, I swear!” Evan laughed harder.

Jon pouted slightly, looking towards Georgia.

“Sorry…” He mumbled, staring intensely at her.

She smirked, grinning. “Hey, don’t worry about it. At least Evans having a good time.” She punched his arm lightly.

“Anyway, let’s find the others. They should be at my house.”

The ride back was strange. They had caught a taxi back to Jon’s and it was a mostly silent one. Evan wasn’t sure what had gotten into the pair that hadn’t seen each other for a year, but he couldn’t bring himself to speak. He didn’t have the courage to ask his best friend how he was, about his piercings and tattoos, about school. His bottled excitement was stuck in his gut and he couldn’t force a sound out. Jon was silent too, was he tired? Sad? Evan wasn’t too sure. He had never seen Jon so out of focus from his giggly nature.

Jon sat next to him, his eyes darting towards Evan ever so often almost in encouragement. He didn’t know what to say to Evan either, somehow scared he would stutter his way through even though he knew Evan wouldn’t judge him. It was a weird feeling. He had almost gained enough confidence to speak before the taxi driver stopped, ushering them out onto the street in front of his house.

It was quiet as they entered the house, before Evan heard the muffled laugh of who he guessed was Lui, and then the hush of Tyler and David. It was them. It was all his friends. Yeah, he had made friends who liked him for the quiet side he had. But these guys were different. They knew him.

“Welcome home!” They all shouted, jumping out from behind Jon’s sofa and from his kitchen. Evan started to laugh as David missed his queue, jumping and falling over the sofa.

“Hey, man!” Tyler sung, bringing his friend into a big hug. He had shot up since last year and now towered above Evan as Jon did.

The rest hadn’t changed at all though. The only differences were that Luke and Ryan had both grown bulky beards, Craig and Marcel had been to the gym and Anthony had new ink just as Jon had. But it was them.

He greeted each person, one by one in their own unique ways. Some hugs, some high fives and some handshakes, in the ironic way of course. He really did feel at home.

“Why you’ll welcoming me home? This isn’t even my house.” Evan smirked.

“It might as well have been, you two were always around each other’s.” Tyler pointed out, grinning. This made everyone laugh. It was weird how they all fell back into place again. All but one.

He could feel Jon staring. He needed to get used to him again. The intense stares were making his spine tingle. Was it different or was he just weak to it after not seeing him?

He turned to catch the blue orbs in his. Jon was laughing along but watching him. He didn’t break eye contact as others would if they were caught staring though. He kept it, smirking.

‘What?’ Evan mouthed, causing Jon to shrug. Only then did he break the stare, his eyes going towards Lui who seemed to be up jumping on his sofa.

“So Evan, how’s life been?” Ryan mumbled over the sound of shitty speakers.

“Good, man.”

“So I’m guessing this is the lucky lady then?” Ryan said, catching Georgia’s eye.

Ryan was about Evan’s height, with brown hair and beard, and a freckled face. His eyes seemed to be some sort of hazel mix, which were soft. She could tell he was a charmer just by the eyes. They were beautiful.

Evan turned his head, almost surprised to see Georgia there. To be perfectly honest, he had become so overwhelmed from the past, he had forgotten she had been by his side. He felt a wave of guilt pour over him. He wasn’t normally this ungentlemanly.

“Yes!” He exclaimed, Ryan raising an eyebrow at his sudden loudness. “It’s more like I’m the lucky guy though.” He slipped in subtly causing Georgia to giggle.

Ryan rolled his eyes, smiling.

“It’s good to have you back.” Ryan stated.

“It’s good to be back.” Evan replied, grinning as he watched Ryan’s eyes dart to Jon who was talking to Brock and Brian. “How’s he been?” Evan asked and Ryan’s eyes shot back to him, his lips humming before answering.

“To be honest with you Evan.” He responded, keeping his eyes on Evan. “Not so good. It’s been bad not having you here. He’s really felt it the worst.”

Evan bit his lip, looking at Georgia when she gripped his arm. She looked up to him with an emotion he couldn’t quite read.

“How bad?”

Ryan sighed, now looking away and towards Luke who seemed to be coming over. “Well, his mom’s in a bad way at the moment. He’s trying to look after her as his sister’s left. It’s affected his grades and he’s convinced he hasn’t passed this year as well as the dyslexia. They still haven’t given him help for it. You were his only help. I would help him but he said he doesn’t want it, so I left it.” Ryan paused for a second as Luke came over, tucking his arm around him.

“Alright, sugar tits.” Luke laughed, pushing into his friend slightly. Ryan frowned, staring at him.

“What?”

“I’m being serious here and you’re calling me sugar tits.” Ryan replied, still pressing against him. “I’m talking about Jon.”

“Oh, and how he rejected you?” Luke smirked.

“He rejected you too, you idiot.”

“Oh yeah.”

Evan coughed, causing the two to look at him. “Anything else? I need to know this stuff, Ryan. He hasn’t asked me for help either or said anything about family shit to me. Why’s he being all secretive?”

“I don’t know. He’s locked all of us out since last year.” This time it was Luke to speak. He was now watching Jon. He could feel Ryan’s gaze on him though making him smile.

“You should talk to him.” Ryan stated, watching Luke’s grin grow.

Evan nodded, looking towards Georgia who frowned. “Could you stay here, G? I really need to-”

“I get it.” She said smoothly, the voice didn’t match her face though as it was still frowning at him. “Go on, I’ll stay here with these two handsome gentlemen.”

Evan felt his heart ping slightly. Of course she was joking, but it felt real. “Okay.” He mumbled monotone making his way towards Jon. “Look after her, guys.”

“Sure man.” Luke said, still cuddled up with Ryan who clicked his tongue as Luke put his head on his shoulder.

Jon could feel the force come up behind him as it brushed his back. Hands came down over his eyes as he stood talking to Brock and Brian about who they thought was the worst teacher at school.

“Guess who.”

He instantly knew it was Evan. His voice was deep and husky as he whispered, hot breath hitting his neck.

He was so close.

“Is it… Santa?” Jon joked. He heard Evan huff in disbelief at the childish choice.

“No! Guess again.” Evan mumbled, his voice just as childish as he verbally made his pout know. Jon’s laugh caused his hands to vibrate. He had missed his laugh so much.

“It’s that damn chicken-uh-owlman.”

Evan started to laugh, moving his hands from the other man’s face. He hadn’t just missed his laugh, no, he had missed all of him. Every little thing. From his dimpled smile to the silly stuttering.

“Chickenman! It’s batowl, you bitch.”

“I forgot, okay!” Jon exclaimed back, smiling. Evan grinned.

Brock laughed, causing Evan to jump. He had forgotten they were even there.

“Hey man, can I take this handsome man for a second? I need to interrogate him.” Evan asked. Jon lifted an eyebrow at him, his stupid grin still planted on his face.

“Go for it. I already have a handsome man here.” Brock laughed, bumping into Brian who snorted.

“What do you want me for, Evan?” Jon now asked seriously when they had gone up stairs into his mom’s room; that actually had a door.

Evan loved the way he said his name. It was endearing.

“I just wanted to see how you have been.”

“I-”

“Truthfully.” Evan said, turning to stare back at the eyes which were piercing him. Evan could feel his face start to flush as he watched the teeth grind on Jon’s abused lip with Jon humming into it slightly.

“Like I always say, it’s shit without you here.” Jon sighed, watching Evans eyes soften. He loved the shape of his eyes, the rich brown that was so warm it could light a fire, the crinkles as he smiled and the way they were so kind and caring when they looked at you. There was no intensity about them, they were just soft and calming.

“You know you should’ve asked me for help.”

“Well… I didn’t want to disturb you.”

“What? Disturb me? From what?”

Jon paused for a second, his hands curling into each other.

“Well from like other friends, and like, studying and things. You wouldn’t reply for like hours anyway, so I assumed you were busy.”

“Jo, I’m never too busy if you need help. I would have sat down and stopped everything if I knew you needed me. I thought you were busy too.”

“How could I be busy? Doing what?” Jon mumbled, remember the nights he’d let the time tick for hours without realising it as he waited. He didn’t know what for. Maybe something that would make him stop thinking?

Evan shrugged. “You have a life outside of me. I assumed you were out with the gang or something. But they said you have been to yourself.”

“And?”

“And I don’t want you to be. It’s bad to keep shit to yourself and to bottle stuff up, Jo. You know it. Tell me what’s up.”

“The sky.” Jon smirked jokingly. Evan didn’t laugh though, and gave him such a stern look he actually thought he had pissed him off.

“It’s the ceiling actually, get it right, you idiot.” Evan smiled, bumping against Jon’s shoulder lightly, causing a giggle from Jon.

“Alright, alright, the damn ceilin’ then.” Jon muttered, starting to lay back, feet dangling from the bed.

“Hey, you still haven’t answered me seriously. Don’t start going to sleep!”

“I’m not,” Jon replied softly, watching Evan join him on his back. “I can still hear you.”

“Then tell me. What is up? What’s been wrong? Tell me everything you haven’t in the last year.”

Jon hummed as he thought. Turning his head to see Evan watching him, giving him a small smile. He had missed that smile.

He exhaled loudly before telling Evan everything he could remember, he found it hard to get into words as he stuttered, his brain not cooperating with him.

He told him about how he was already behind a year and had made a new friend in class called Bryce who helped him through the day, how his mum was getting worse as she laid in her bedroom for hours without a word, how he hadn’t seen his dad this year, how his sister had found dealing with their mum too much and left, how sometimes he’d lay there like his mum and think whether he meant anything, how he got called gay for the purple sheet, and how Tyler and Craig beat the shit out of that guy, how he missed being little again, how he missed having a door and how he missed Evan. God, he had missed Evan.

Evan laid and listened, with Jon actually at one point stopping to check if he hadn’t fallen asleep, he was that quiet. But he was awake, listening to the strain in his friend’s voice, the way he laughed after pain and the way he began to hold himself. He hadn’t seen him so hurt before without him unable to do anything. It hurt him too. He was useless.

“And you know, I really have missed you big, big, big time. Like massive. God I have missed you.” Jon said gently. His eyes darted over to meet Evan’s.

“You have no idea how much I wanted to sit at your old house and play video games with you, whilst eating oreos and milk, and having your dad bring us up more dinner than we could eat! He cooked such awesome shit. And your mum, walking in on us laughing and doing that smiley tutting thing she’d do. And your sis’ calling us to play Mario Kart downstairs with her when she didn’t have her own friends over.” Jon mumbled, his voice barely audible over the loud music downstairs. “I just miss you and your family being here.”

Evan clicked his tongue, coming to sit up but keeping the stare. “Well guess what?”

“What?”

“I haven’t missed you at all.” He smirked, Jon hitting him lightly.

“You bitch, I pour my heart out and you shit all over it.”

Evan laughed lightly, coming to embrace his friend, inhaling the scent he hadn’t smelt for over a year.

“Of course I missed you, you idiot.” He whispered deeply causing Jon to shuffle against him. “I really have. I miss your stupid laugh, and remarks, and stuttering, and the way you have to use your hands to explain things, and the way you smile, that sounds so gay, but I do man, and the way you have to laugh at everything and the way you talk to yourself to get motivated before doing something, and just like every retarded thing you do. You just make me laugh so much, and it was so quiet without you, and I never want anything to be so quiet ever again.” Evan exhaled harshly, Jon looking somewhat astonished that Evan had said something so sweet about him.

“Wow, you should be a damn rapper with those skills.”

“What?!” Evan exclaimed before laughing. There he was, there was his best friend.

“What you guys doing up here? Making out? Come on Evan, this is your freaking party man!” Tyler remarked as he found the two in the bedroom together.

Evan huffed, getting up off the bed. He wished he had been making out up here rather than pouring his heart out. It had made him tired.

Evan led Jon down the stairs as they followed Tyler. They hadn’t realised they had been up there for a solid hour. Everyone else was hammered apart from the pair, and Luke who didn’t drink.

“Let’s get this party started bitches! I found them upstairs having sex in the bedroom.” Tyler sang making everyone ‘ooo’ in surprise.

Evan tutted.

“We were talking about shit, you bitch.” He laughed. Tyler was a dick sometimes, but that’s why they were friends.

Tyler smirked, looking over to Georgia who looked annoyed. “Chill your tits, women, I’m joking. No finger poppin’ each others asshole’s tonight.”


“Evan, I think I’m going to leave.” She mumbled into his ear. He frowned.

“Why?”

“I don’t fit in here, Evan, and it’s not like you have any interest in me right now, you didn’t even defend me then.”

“He was joking-”

“Why did I even come? I thought this was going to be a nice holiday for the two of us, and just me meeting a couple of your childhood friends who would go quicker than come. But no, they’re all over you like some stupid kids. Especially fucking Jon-”

“Oi.” Evan gave her a stern look. “You wanted to come, so I said yes. I didn’t invite you to. And they’re my friends, I haven’t seen them in a year and you’re getting on me for being clingy to them and vice versa?” He huffed in annoyance. “Says you who is clinging to me. Go make some friends or something.”

Evan had never been so bitter in his life. The silent bicker caused only a few turned heads. Only when she stormed off did everyone look over.

“What’s going on?” It was Brock to come over, his face flushed with alcohol.

“Nothing, she just wanted to go home.”

Brock hummed, looking towards the door.

“And not come back?”

“Something like that.” Evan shrugged. He whipped out his phone as he tried to call her.

“Georgia, where are you?”

“Evan, fuck off okay? You know what? Fuck off forever, you stupid cunt. I have had enough of you talking to your friends like they’re more to you than I am.” She was crying hard on the other end as the wind crackled the connection and the alcohol slurred her words.

“G, they’re my friends. You can’t compare them to you.”

“I am and I will. I’m getting the next flight back up country, and delete me off your contracts. I don’t want my new boyfriend to think we have anything between us. Bye forever, asshole.” And with that the phone went dead. Evan brought it down slowly and stared at it. What the fuck had just happened?

Everything had happened so fast.

“Rejected?”

“More like fucking dumped, jeez.” Evan mumbled, he wasn’t sure what he felt.

It hurt.

“Hey, what’s up, w-what’s wrong?” Jon said, coming over with the drink he had grabbed. “Do you want me to get you a drink?”

“He just got dumped.” Brock replied, watching Evan’s face. It didn’t show anything and yet Jon seemed to realise something was up.

“Wanna talk about it, Ev?” Jon asked, lightly touching Evan’s forearm. He shook his head gently before staring at his best friend.
Without another word he grabbed the drink Jon was holding and within a swig it was gone.

“Oi bitch, that was mine! I asked you if you wanted one!” Jon exclaimed causing Evan to giggle.

“It’s mine in my belly now, bitch, come get it if you want it!”

Jon chuckled his high excited giggle which Evan felt like he hadn’t heard since they were little. It was hyperactive, like he was ready to start running away from him, like he had done with Luke so many years ago.

He wasn’t going to let one woman ruin a night he wanted to remember as being the best reunion ever.

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Wish You Were Here (Part 6/?)

By: ProMarvelFanGirl

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary:  Your high school sweetheart moves back into town, and you reconnect for the first time since college.  You both have gone your separate ways, but a series of events places you back in each others lives. 

Tagging is open!  WYWH Masterlist


Steve came over to Bucky’s immediately.  Bursting through the door he took in your crying form.   He looked between you and Bucky trying to figure out what had happened between the two of you.  He had a feeling this was going to happen.  He just knew this was going to happen.  He knew in the end one of you was going to get hurt.

“What did you do?  Did you tell her about the-” Bucky cut Steve off with a glare, cuddling you a bit closer.

“She is being sued by Brock Rumlow.  He said she stole his clients.”  Steve’s face fell and he moved to the couch sitting on the other side of you.  He pulled you out from under Bucky’s arm and made you face him.

“I am gonna need all your contracts and any clients you know for a fact worked with Rumlow.  This isn’t happening.”  Bucky couldn’t help but look at Steve with a bit of jealousy that he was able to do more for you than he could.

“I only know two for sure.  A new account, it’s massive, it’s for this insanely rich family, The Odinson’s.  The other is Bucky’s company.”  You chance a look at Bucky before standing and grabbing your purse.  The guy’s stood as you did and followed you to the door.

“Go get some sleep, Nat and I will be by your office to talk to you tomorrow.  We will get this worked out.”  Steve placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder and Bucky gave you what he hoped, was a confident smile.

“Go get some rest Sweets, I’ll call you tomorrow.”

After shutting the door to his apartment, Bucky grabbed a beer for him and Steve, leaning on the counter he looked at Steve with a grim look.  “You have to fix this.  You have to help her.”

“You think I would leave her to get sued?  Buck you haven’t been here.  I have!  I want to protect her as much as you want her protected.  I at least know why I am protecting her.  She’s like a sister to me!  Why do you want her protected so badly Buck?”  Before Bucky could answer Steve cut him off crossing his arms over his chest.

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No, No, No, Boyfriend?, No - Terroriser

So, I’m saying this now so just it gets confusing to people when they read this. The italicized words are a flashback to a time before Brian moved to the school he’s in now. I’m going to say where, because I like the idea of it being literally anywhere in America. And I only said America because I don’t know any other school system.

Also, I really enjoyed writing this. Love to hear your feedback and ideas for future chapters.

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Brian never thought he’d have to hear that laugh again. He thought he had moved away from that laugh when he entered high school. He believed that it was all over, that the person behind the laugh was out of his life forever. He hoped that he’d never have to run into them again. Yet here he was, in his own school, when he heard that laugh. That infectious, dolphin-like laugh that practically haunted his past like a soldier is haunted by war.

Adam Montoya, otherwise known as Seananners, stood about 15 feet away from Brian talking to Chilled. Adam’s back was to Brian, but that didn’t mean he was completely safe from being spotted. He kept walking, hoping that he could just avoid Adam. He didn’t want to have to deal with this part of his past right now. Though Life had other plans, and Brian found out when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

“Brian!” Adam exclaimed, and Brian felt himself tense up. Adam must have felt it too. “Relax, it’s just me.” His shoulders dropped, and he knew Adam has used his power.

“Hey Adam.” Brian said, trying to keep his voice steady. “When did you come to this school?”

“Cmon, Brian. I know you’re hiding something.” Adam pressed, slamming his hand into the lockers behind Brian’s right side. “Spill.”

“First day was the beginning of this week. I didn’t realize this was where you went.” Brian looked around, not spotting Chilled anywhere. He stole a breath. He did not want to alone with Adam, especially how well that went last time. “Did you miss me?”

“No.” He replied bluntly. Brian glanced down at the watch on his wrist. “Look, I have to get the class. The two minute bell is about to ring.” He started walking away, when Adam called out to him.

“I … I can’t.” Brian stuttered, and the other 8th grader frowned. Brian had to be careful now. He knew the strategies Adam used to make his power more … influential.

1. Flattery
2. Facts
3. The Pushover


“Oh, don’t leave yet.” Brian felt his feet stop although he just wanted to keep .. going. “We aren’t done talking yet.”

“Why can’t we be?” Brian muttered as Adam approached the Irishman. “What else do you want to know?”

“I want to know who else does.” He stated.

“C'mon, Brian. I know there’s something in that pretty little head of yours that …” He put his left hand on Brian’s chest. “You need to let off your chest.” One.

“Know what?” Brian asked, trying to play dumb for just a little bit longer. Adam chuckled as he walked around to face Brian.

“You know what.” He deadpanned, locking eyes with Brian. Brian gulped. “Who. Else. Knows?”

“No one.” He spit out a little too fast.

“Brian.”

“Brian?”

“No.” Brian replied, putting more force behind the word than he felt in his own abilities. Adam made a tsk sound and walked away from Brian. The latter enjoy the breathing room, but the former wasn’t done. He turned around.

Two people said his name simultaneously. One was demanding. Harsh, like a parent who knows his child just lied to them. The other was comforting. Soft, like a friend who was confused and needed answers. Brian turned toward the softer one.

Brock stood a few feet off to Brian’s right, one hand on the backpack hanging off his right shoulder. His face was plastered with both a concerned and confused expression. Brian relaxed while stealing a glance at Adam. He had a calculating expression on his face.

“Look.” He began. “It’s the last day of middle school, correct?” Brian nodded.

“Hi.” Adam said with a cheery expression, like his entire demeanor had flicked like a light switch. He started to walk toward Brock. “I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Adam.” He extended a hand.

“Brock.” He replied as he took it. “Do you mind if I talk with my boyfriend? Alone?” Brian had to do a double check to make sure he heard him right. Boyfriend. Brock had call him his boyfriend. Keep it cool, Brian. He told himself. Keep it cool.

“Of course, not at all.” Adam let go of Brock’s hand. He gestured back toward the Irishman. “We were just finishing up. I have to get to class anyways.” As if on cue, the bell rang. Adam smiled, and began walking away.

“And you said you were moving over the summer, right?” Another nod.

“Wait!” Brock called back. “Do you need a pass?”

“It’s fine.” Adam waved, not looking back. “I can simply talk my way out of it.” And with that, he disappeared around the corner. Brian finally found that his legs listened to him as he rushed to embrace Brock in a hug. The other man was taken back for a moment, but soon became comfortable.

“Thank you.” Brian finally said, breaking away from his friend.

“Who was that?”

“So, if you tell me that secret you’ve been dying to keep in, it’s not going to do any harm. I can’t hold it over your head because most likely I’m not going to see you again. Ever.” Two.

“You know when I told you my secret and you asked who else knew. I said there was this one guy at my old school who knew because he was really good at using his persuasion power.” Brock nodded. “Adam is that guy.”

“What do you want to do?”

“I don’t know.” Brian admitted. “I can’t avoid him all my life, and I don’t want him to hang my secret over my head like strings on a puppet. The only thing I can do is make sure he doesn’t tell anyone else.”

“That is true.” He replied, feeling Adam’s words influencing everything he said.

“Well, how do we make sure of that?” Brock asked. “You said he had the power of persuasion, so how do we know anything coming out of his mouth is real?”

“I think I can help with that.” A voice interrupted. Both boys turned to see another one standing just at the entrance to the hallway they were in. Brian recognized him vaguely from his Biology Class. “I overheard some of you conversation. Don’t worry, if you said the secret I don’t know it.”

“Max, right?” He nodded. “Look, if you know Adam, and I’m assuming you do, than you know that he’s an unpredictable cocky son of a bitch who we should never trust.”

“Right?” Adam took a step closer and another. Brian didn’t move. The former leaned in close, so his mouth was right next to Brian’s left ear.

“I’m telepathic.” Max stated. “Which means I know exactly when he’s using his power or not. I just … I need more time to figure him out. In person and over a Skype call are completely different ball games.”

Brian was hesitant. Sure, Max seemed trustworthy enough. But seeming trustworthy and being trustworthy were two entirely different concepts. He had made that mistake with Adam.

“Um … Earth to Brian?” Brock interrupted his thoughts.

“Yeah, you can help.” Brian said. “But that doesn’t mean I trust you.”

Max laughed a little. “I don’t expect anything less from someone who’s dealt with Nanners.”

Brian could almost feel the power building up in Adam’s words. “So spill.”

Three.


“Nanners?” Brock questioned.

“It’s a shortened version of his gamer tag, Seananners.” Brian explained.

“Ah.”

“Well, I better get going.” Max interrupted. “I’ll see you guys later.”

“Where you going?” Brian asked.

“Guidance. You?”

“Lunch.” Brock answered for the both of them. Max mouthed the word ‘Ah’ before waving and walking away. Brock then turned to Brian, holding out his hand. “Shall we?”

“We shall.” Brian responded, grasping his hand and interlocking their fingers. “Hey, can I ask you a question while it’s still fresh in my mind?”

“Shoot.”

“When … When you call me your boyfriend, was that just to throw off Adam or did you actually mean it?”

“That depends.”

“On what?”

“You.” Brock said back.

“Oh.” Brian looked down at their hands. They swung with the two sets of footsteps, fingers in fingers. He didn’t say anything else.

He didn’t let go of Brock’s hand either.

My Omega [6]

His jaw cracked as he yawned loudly his arms stretching above his head. He shivered as cold air blew against his exposed stomach. Pulling down the hoodie he left his room and walked to Jonathan’s room. Knocking on the door he stared down at the colorful design of the hotels carpet.

Looking up when he heard the door open he saw,

“Brock? What are doing here, weren’t you rooming with Marcel?” Pausing Ryan glanced at Brock. “And why don’t you have any clothes on?”

Brock looked down. He had a towel wrapped around his hips. “Yesterday and last night was super crazy so I just bunked with Jon.”

Ryan just nodded. “Can I come in?” Brock nodded and opened the door wider. Walking in Ryan saw Jonathan laying in bed, snoring. Smriking evilly he ran towards the bed and jumped onto it, landing on his stomach. Jon let a loud grunt, cursing loudly.

“Fatass.” Ryan heard him mumble. Ryan giggled as he sat up on his chest. Something gleaming in the light caught Ryan’s eyes.

Looking down at Jon’s chest he blurted, “Yon have your nipples pierced!? When? Why? How- okay no I now how. Did… Did it hurt?” Jon stared at yawning as Ryan rambled.

“Yes I did. Like when I was 19 or 20 because I was drunk and Luke dared me too. And no it didn’t really, mainly cause I was drunk.” Jonathan said rubbing his tierd eyes. “Why you asking so many questions?”

When Ryan didn’t say anything and a light blush painted his cheeks, a smirk grew Jon’s face. Ryan’s blush deepened, “I..uh… I might want to…” Ryan trailed off the tips of his ears burning.

“‘Might want to’ what?” Jon questioned teasingly.

“…get my nipples… pierced.” Ryan mumbled under his breath.

Jon pushed him off his chest and stood up. “Then let’s go.” Jon said walking towards the door.

“Put some clothes on!” Ryan heard Brock yell.

“Shut up!” Jon yelled walking back to his bed, face even his chest red from embarrassment. Ryan hid his burning face in his hands, laughing.

•°•°•°•

“Sooo?”

“'So’ what?”

“When are we going-” Ryan quickly slapped his hand over Jonathan’s mouth cutting him off. The others stared at them confused and amused. Ryan jerked his hand back quickly, a disgusted look on his face.

Wipping his hand on his pants leg, Ryan hissed quietly, “Shut up! We’ll talk about it later.” Jonathan nodded before leaning onto Brock. Picking up a piece of bacon Ryan looked around the small diner.

A hand on his thigh caused him to choke on his juice. The hand quickly moved to his back patting him. “I’m fine.” He breathed out, answering the consernded stares. The hand rested back on his leg.

“Did you know?” Luke asked quietly, lips brushing the shell of Ryan’s ear. His hand lightly squeezd Ryan’s thigh.

“'Did I know’ what?” Ryan glanced over at Luke, a shiver running down his spine at the look in Luke’s eyes.

“You talk in your sleep.”

“No I don’t.” Do I? Oh god, did Luke hear…

“’Ah L-Luke, please. Luke faster.’” Ryan’s face burned bright red as Luke laughed. Punching Luke in the shoulder Ryan looked away. “Aww did I embarrasse you?” Luke cooed into Ryan’s red ears.

Ryan stayed silent as he glared at Luke. Okay silent treatment, Luke thought.

“Hey Ryan come on we got to go.” Jon said walking over to him. Ryan nodded and stood up.

“Let’s go then.”

Everyone at the table watched the two leave. “Where are they going?” Tyler asked breaking the silence. Luke just shrugged. What are they doing…

Avengers chatroom 8

I’m back!😎 sorry for the extra long wait… but hey! part 8 is here!

Avengers chatroom 7

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Natasha has started a chatroom
Chatroom failed
Natasha has started a chatroom
Chatroom failed
Natasha has started a chatroom

Natasha: about fucking time!

Steve has logged on
Sam has logged on
Bucky has logged on

Sam: Squad goals🤗

Steve: No

Bruce had logged on
Pietro has logged on
Thor has logged on
Loki has logged on
Wanda has logged on
Clint has logged on
Tony has logged on

Tony: make it quick, the chatroom’s popping up information onto my screen and it’s making me shoot chaotically.

Sam: Tony used a big boy word!

Natasha: just thought the chatroom will make it easier to be quiet.

Tony: considering that I’m a flying piece of red and gold metal, I think silence is not applicable here.

Clint: good point.

Wanda: guys, I found a VERY important room.

Loki: unless it will help us find (Y/N), it’s not important.

Tony: unless it’s their money…

Pietro: you’re a goddamn billionaire, how much more money do you want?

Wanda: GUYS, it’s the room filled with files of those who they have taken in - (Y/N)’s file is in here somewhere.

Bruce: look for 3309. If that’s her experimentation number, that’s what she’s most likely to be filed under.

Bucky: Try looking for Rumlow, Brock: agent.

Laura has joined the chatroom

Clint: Laura? What are you doing here? This chatroom service is only for SHIELD agents.

Laura: wow, babe. I’m fine, so are Lila, Cooper and Nathaniel.

Clint: sorry, it’s kinda hard to keep up when I’ve got (Y/N) to think about too.

Laura: She’s fine at HYDRA. I’m with her right now, and she seems happy.

Thor: you are with lady (Y/N)?

Tony: what the fuck is going on?

Wanda: found it. Experiment 3309 - guys, how long has it been that she was kidnapped?

Natasha: 3 weeks and 1 day.

Wanda: that means that the experiment has begun as soon as she reached the HYDRA base.

Laura has logged off

Loki: something is not right here.

Pietro: yeah, Laura seems to be hiding something, that’s why.

Steve: Wanda, what else is in that file?

Wanda: uhm, I’ll tell you later. I got company.

Wanda has logged off

Pietro: Wanda?!

Tony: tell me that one of us guys just blew up the west wing and that we are all safe.

Sam: I’m coming down to help you guys.

Natasha: I wish that was true, tony. Bruce, hulk mode.

Bruce: you got it.

Loki: I have retrieved both Agent (Y/N) and Rumlow’s files.

Pietro: where is my sister?

Loki: She is nowhere to be found.

Thor: Lady Wanda is by my side.

Steve: let’s all just get underground first, this is not an attack mission. This is a receive and retreat mission.

Bucky: too fucking late. I found Rumlow.

Bucky has logged off

Sam: he’s offline, I can find his co-ordinates.

Tony: I can’t too.

Steve has logged off

Clint: Natasha - help bruce. Sam, go help steve and find bucky. everyone else, carry on.

Pietro: Barton taking control…

Clint: look speedshit, the team’s in trouble. Do you want to die again? because it could seem like an accident. i knew i should’ve killed you when i had the chance.

Clint has logged off
sam has logged off
Thor has logged off
loki has logged off
Pietro  has logged off
Tony has logged off
Bruce has logged off
Natasha has logged off

Housemates!NCT Part 7

Your university runs out of dorm space, forcing you to find a last minute living arrangement with some international students. In other words, you’re basically screwed.

Warnings: alcohol, drugs, sex, profanity

Word Count: 1,598

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10

Also check out my College! thing too to help you tide yourselves over as i’m a shit head :)

College!Jaehyun | Ten

LOL so I was reading some tags for the last part of this and lol this one person said something like there’s too much profanity in here and i honestly i was LMAO U RITE and honestly that’s this next chapter’s done.

 (btw im not calling you out, don’t worry, i honestly started cracking up when i saw it and i didn’t take it personally or anything <3 <3 <3 )


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