so i asked my cute professor that im in lov with if he would write a letter of recommendation for me if i gave him my resume n said he would do it WITHOUT a resume based on the things hes observed and he said he thinks i am rly mature and that hes “””thoroughly impressed””” with me overall and i cried real life human tears
So dance-wise how would you rate them now that C’s gone? I feel like C was a bit of an attention hog on stage so with her gone they’ve gained in the area of coordination/cohesiveness. And they’ll gain even more when they become accustomed to performing with four instead of five (Imagine new choreo to go along with new non-C centered music lol). The thing that does concern me is that C sort of used to balance A out, and now the difference between her moves and “DC3″’s is more obvious…She’s really going to have to work hard now to compensate, but vocally her and D have been killing at covering C’s parts.
Fifth Harmony performs “Reflection” at the San Antonio Rodeo
Summary: You have been with the Avengers for three years and during that time you have developed a close friendship with Bucky. When you discover another woman in Bucky’s room you begin to question what your true feelings are for him.
Author’s Notes: I hope you enjoy it <3
“Y/N, it’s going to be okay,” Bucky soothed as he placed
his hands around my own – calming my nervous fidgeting. I smiled at him sadly. I
was about to open my mouth to speak when Steve and Fury strolled into the room
with Tony following closely behind them. My head snapped in their direction as
they sat in front of us. Bucky settled beside me – wrapping his arm securely
around my shoulders.
Steve cleared his throat as he looked at me nervously. I
could feel a surge of panic run through my limbs – whatever they had to say it
wasn’t particularly good. “Y/N – Bucky,” he nodded his head to both of us.
“What the hell is going on Steve?” Bucky asked –
attempting to keep his voice even. He was trying to stay calm for me, but I
could feel the tension roll off of him in waves. Whatever was discussed today
would impact him as much as it impacted me.
Steve turned to Fury who began to shuffle through the
papers he held in his hands. “Ever since Y/N and Steve visited the abandoned
H.Y.D.R.A. facility we have been combing through every bit of data they were
able to extract. It has given us several very valuable leads on current H.Y.D.R.A.
operations believe it or not, but more importantly it allowed me to get
additional intel on Y/N’s parents,” Fury explained as he turned to face me. His
one eye focusing directly on me.
“Like what?” I whispered. My nerves were getting the best
of me. Bucky sensed my apprehension and tightened his fingers around my arm – bringing
me closer to him.
“Like what is true and what is not,” Fury explained. “It
seems like we’ve gotten quite a tale from our friends at H.Y.D.R.A. and they certainly
had a motive for it.”
“So… did Bucky not?” I asked – stopping myself before
finishing the sentence.
Fury sighed wearily as Bucky’s body stiffened beside me. “No
– from the video surveillance, and the intel we pulled everything indicates
that Barnes did kill your mother.” I could feel Bucky shift uncomfortably at
this and my hand found his metal one and clasped on to it tightly. “But… we
believe, given the information that we have uncovered, that Barnes was made to
do it by one of his other handlers. They discovered that your mother had plans
to try to secure his release so they used the easiest weapon to get rid of her –
you,” he explained as he looked from me to Bucky.
“That makes sense,” Bucky agreed as he shook his head. “But
why did she try to save me?” This had been the question I had had. Every agent
of H.Y.D.R.A. I had ever encountered had been willing to die for their cause –
to have someone who was entrusted with such an important asset to their overall
cause betray them was huge.
“We don’t know,” Fury responded with a disappointed shake
of his head. “What we do know is Y/N’s father is believed to still be alive.”
I choked at this – feeling like I couldn’t get air. “What
do you mean still alive? The man… he told me that… he’s dead, Nick. He’s been
dead for decades,” I muttered nervously. I felt dizzy from this news. It wasn’t
possible for him to still be alive.
“We believe he is alive, but buried deeply within
H.Y.D.R.A.’s ranks. It may be possible that most people within the organization
believe him to be dead too,” Fury explained.
“Then how do you know he’s alive Nick? None of this makes
any sense,” I added as I pushed off the couch and began to pace back and forth.
“Y/N – answer me honestly. How well do you remember your
father?” Nick asked as he watched me.
“I mean I….” I stopped as I began to think. I had always
had the idea of my father in my head, but when asked to actually materialize
that idea for other people I realized I didn’t even remember what he looked
like. “I… I don’t know,” I muttered miserably as I sat back down. Bucky wrapped
his arm around me, concerned with my reaction, as I looked towards Nick
“Y/N,” Bucky whispered gently as he brushed the hair from
my face. “What is it doll?”
“I can’t remember anything,” I responded as I turned to
look at him blankly. “I can remember an idea – the idea of a father. That’s all
I can remember,” I continued – panic seeping into my words. “What the fuck did
they do to me?” I cried out as I turned back to Fury.
“Steve mentioned that the man at the facility had eluded
to H.Y.D.R.A. using the same type of memory control on you that they used on
Bucky?” Nick asked, but I wasn’t listening. I had turned to Bucky and was
silently conveying the horror going through my mind. “Y/N?” Fury asked –
snapping my attention back to him.
“Yes he did,” I answered hollowly. “Is it possible that…”
“They programmed something in your mind much like they did
Barnes? It is. At such a young age it wouldn’t have taken much to do it,
because you wouldn’t have been able to resist like Bucky was able to. I believe
that they have been allowing us to groom you – honing your skills, and that…”
Nick stopped as I cut him off.
“This whole time it wasn’t about Bucky. It’s been about me.
They used Bucky as a pawn – because they knew I would do anything for him,” I
added miserably as I held my head in my hands. “What do they want with me?” I
asked – looking up at Fury.
“We believe they want you,” he replied simply – reaffirming
the growing since of dread I had had since the conversation began.
“It gets worse,” Tony said as he turned to look at me. “Remember
the kid you choked out at the club, and punched at my party? His family has
found out about your connections with H.Y.D.R.A. They are demanding that you
return to New York City – they have filed assault charges against you, and well…
they are threatening to release information to the media if you don’t. I’m
sorry kid… I am… I tried my best to resolve it, but they have a full-hand and
they are using it to their advantage.”
I sighed wearily as I scanned the room – taking in the
expressions on my friends’ faces. “We can’t let them do that,” I muttered
“Y/N – look we can get passed this,” Steve interjected,
but I held up a hand to silence him.
“You can’t sacrifice your integrity… the integrity of the
Avengers to protect me from the truth, Steve. I won’t allow it. This is my past
– these are my mistakes. I’m done running from them,” I explained as I turned
to look at Bucky. “No one is going to ever suffer again for me,” I added.
And with that the conversation
ended. We agreed to leave Vienna in three days and head directly to New York
City. No matter how adamant or strong-willed I was about the others not
sacrificing themselves for me – I couldn’t help the gentle tremor of fear that
ran through my limbs.
I turned at the sound of glass shattering to see Bucky’s
bionic hand crushing the glass that had once held his scotch. “None of this is
okay,” he muttered angrily as he looked at me. We had returned to our room
after having dinner – Bucky had been on edge since our conversation with Steve
and Tony. “They have no right to threaten you,” he added as he let the shards of glass fall by the
side of the bed that he was sitting on.
“Buck,” I whispered as I knelt between his legs. I placed
my hands reassuringly on his thighs as I continued to comfort him. “It’s going
to be okay – we will be okay,” I soothed as I nuzzled my head in the crook his
neck. “Please. I need to spend the next three days with you. I don’t want to
waste them being angry about the future or the past,” I whispered as I traced
his collarbone with soft kisses. I needed him now maybe more than I ever had. I
was terrified of having him ripped from my grasp once more. He sighed softly
into my hair as I continued up his neck and jaw all the while my hands running
softly up his thighs. When he couldn’t take it any longer he grasped me firmly
by the waist and spun around – throwing me roughly on the bed. As he removed
his clothes he never looked away from me – his face portraying a mixture of
lust, loss, and fear. He hurriedly removed
my clothes and stood back – admiring me for a moment before bracing himself
“I can’t,” he whispered on my neck as he kissed me gently.
“What Bucky?” I asked breathlessly.
“I can’t lose you again. God – I can’t lose you again. I
won’t survive it,” he mumbled sadly against my neck as tears dripped from his
eyes onto my skin.
“Listen to me,” I demanded as I brought his face to mine. “I’m
not going anywhere James Buchanan Barnes. You’re stuck with me until the very
end.” He smiled sadly as he brought his lips to mine. I twisted my fingers into
his hair as I deepened the kiss. With one solid thrust he filled me with him –
eliciting a soft moan from my lips. Our rhythm was fast – chaotic even – as we
desperately sought to bury ourselves in one another. The sweetness and
gentleness of the morning was long forgotten as our bodies said the things we forbade
our lips to utter. Each bit of pain it caused was worth the pleasure. The swirl
of emotions and sensations sent both of us over the edge together – Bucky’s
body stiffening as he spilled into me. He kissed me lightly on the lips as he
moved to lay by my side – gathering me in his arms.
“I love you,” he whispered in my ear as his hand traced
patterns on my back.
“I love you too,” I sighed as I closed my eyes. More than
anything I wished that we could stay this way forever. That we didn’t have to
face the things that were to come.
Before long Bucky’s breathing slowed as his grip on my arm
relaxed. I moved carefully to keep from waking him as I climbed off the bed.
With one final sigh I grabbed my robe – securing it snugly around me before
leaving the room. There was one person I needed to speak with. One person that
I knew could orchestrate the one thing I needed to happen. As I rounded the
corner to the dark living room my eyes found Nick Fury.
“Took you long enough,” he muttered as he stretched
“Listen Nick,” I said as I sat across from him. “We need
to talk about Bucky.”