Summary: Reader is Steve’s little sister and Bucky’s best friend. She temporarily moves in with Bucky when her apartment catches fire. Only problem is, she has a crush on him. Living in such close proximity with him cannot end well.
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Warnings: sexual tension, vague descriptions of sexual acts?
When Bucky stepped out of his bathroom, still wet from his
shower with only a white towel loosely wrapped around his hips, he was met with
the sight of you sprawled out on his king sized bed.
His gaze lingered on your bare legs as he briefly catalogued
that you had forgone the sweatpants he had provided you. The only piece of
clothing on you was his favorite Harvard crimson tee. You were lying on your
stomach and your attention was completely captured by whatever you were
watching on the tv. He couldn’t bring himself to look away long enough to find
out what it was. Your face was free of any makeup and your hair was still damp
from your shower. He wanted nothing more than to run his fingers through the
Seeing you so bare, so casually sprawled on his bed, stirred
up intense emotions in him.
Fandom: Mystic Messenger Rating : M, definitely Summary: An AU where Jumin acquires
a human replacement for Elizabeth 3rd outside the RFA…you. Author’s Notes : Though chapter
1 features Seven, rest assured this is a Jumin fic! (and don’t’ forget that
likes and reviews feed the muse ;) )
Chapter 1: Finding Jumin
Seven knew the world had gone to
hell, but still had trouble hiding his dread as the shadowy man lead him
further down the stairs. This trip was supposed to be a reward from the agency
for his last job, but whatever awaited him at the bottom, he was increasingly
sure he wanted none of it. As involved as he was with the underworld, there was
still some boundaries he refused to cross, and this place reeked of them.
Sure enough, a wave of horror seized
him as he took stock of the high-tech basement. Human slavery. Cells after cells of young women waiting like
insects in glass jars to be abused at the leisure of the guests. His feet
stopped of their own accord and he looked away, trying to keep his composure
as he addressed his guide.
‘’Thanks, but I’m not interested.
I’ll go back upstairs.’’
‘’Now, now’’ said the man with a
syrupy tone that dripped false concern, ‘’you know what happens if you refuse a
gift from the boss, don’t you?’’
For once, Seven had no idea, but he
could imagine. It had to be something even more vile than the ‘’prize’’ he had
been promised tonight.
‘’Come on, maybe you’ll get a taste
for it?’’ continued the man. He was smiling nastily, obviously enjoying his discomfort.
Seven remained silent, pursuing his
lips. If he had to be forced to go through with this, maybe he could find some
consolation in trying to help whoever he’d pick.
That idea in mind, he ventured
forward in the alley, glancing left and right at the poor women. They were all
exquisitely beautiful, but broken like dolls, lying helplessly on their cots
with glassy eyes. It was worse than cattle resigned to their doom; these girls
were stuck in the antechamber of death.
‘’How can anyone…’’ muttered Seven
under his breath, completely disgusted.
‘’Need them feisty, I see? I can
relate’’ replied the guard, mistaking the intent of his words. Seven refrained
the urge to punch him to a pulp. ‘’Lucky for you, there are arrivals fresh from
yesterday, right there!’’ He pointed to a cluster of cages at the end of the
row. ‘’Haven’t had time to tame them yet. The new ones always believe they can
say no, you know?’’ He chuckled darkly, and pushed by a morbid instinct, Seven
approached. His eyes widened as soon as he saw the first occupant.
“Elly!..’’ he whispered, taken
Of course, it wasn’t really Elizabeth
, Jumin Han’s beloved cat. It was, however, a striking impersonation of what
she’d look like as a human: an albino from head to toe, with a mane of pure
white hair, creamy milky skin, long graceful limbs, a small heart-shaped face
and more than anything, huge sapphire eyes. It was you.
And just like that, an insane plan
bloomed in Seven’s mind.
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Summary: Steve has a crush on reader. Everyone in Stark Tower knows it but reader herself.
A/N: Thank you to my dearest @buckyywiththegoodhair
for helping me out with this fic! Don’t know what I’d do without you. This is going to be a drabble series, short and sweet. Let me know what you think, feedback feeds the muse!
“You know, I can hear you pining all the way from over here.” Sam’s voice startled Steve, causing him to drop the fork he’d been holding.
The sound of metal against the hardwood floor of the kitchen had you glancing away from the movie you were watching. “You okay there, big boy?” You inquired, watching Steve fumble between picking up a fork and sending glares Sam’s way. He cleared his throat, a light flush coloring his cheeks, and mumbled an “I’m fine” before stalking out of the room, not even sparing you a glance. You raised an eyebrow at Sam. “What’s his problem?”
“I wouldn’t call it a problem problem. I’d say it’s more of a minor inconvenience.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
Sam smirked at you, “Oh, I think you’ll find out soon enough.”
“I don’t think this is a good idea, Nat.” You scrunched up your nose at the thought of going on a blind date.
“Oh come on, [Y/N]. When’s the last time you got laid?”
You snorted, “Fine, you’re right, it has been too long, but just for the record, I’m perfectly capable of picking someone up on my own.”
Nat nodded in mock sincerity. “Oh, of course, of course.”
You playfully elbowed her side. “Hey! I am!”
She laughed at that. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding. But it has been too long since you’ve tried for my taste, so I thought I’d lend you a hand.” She wriggled her perfectly groomed eyebrows at you before resuming her work on your hair. “Plus, Jake’s really cute, I promise.”
You couldn’t help but smile at your best friend’s antics, but you were slightly concerned about the prospect of going on a blind date. Those had never worked out before and you’d sworn them off after a particularly awful incident involving a guy who wouldn’t shut up about football for three seconds. You were surprised he even knew your name by the end of it, you had barely gotten a word in.
“Where’d you even find the guy anyway?”
“What guy?” Steve’s voice had you jumping slightly in your chair, his sudden presence in your room not failing to send your senses into high alert.
Nat smirked at him. “[Y/N]’s going on a date.”
“She is?” The surprised tone in his voice had you scoffing. “Wow. Is it so hard to believe I’m going on a date? Maybe it has been too long.”
You grabbed your neatly laid out outfit from its spot on your bed and scurried off into your bathroom to change.
“You know, it would be smart to make a move before it’s too late. She isn’t going to be available forever.” Nat was meddling, but she didn’t care. She knew of your feelings for Steve and saw the way the man looked at you. Everyone else knew it too, except the two of you. She suspected you were both highly aware of your own feelings, just wholly unaware of each other’s feelings. You both just needed a little push. Which is why Nat had set you up with Jake from S.H.I.E.L.D’s weapons analysis department. Maybe seeing that you weren’t always going to be there would give Steve the push he needed to finally make a move. She knew you would never ever take that chance, you were sure that Steve only saw you as a teammate, maybe even a friend, but not much more than that. No matter how many times Nat had tried to tell you that Steve was more than interested, you remained unconvinced.
Before Steve could muster up a reply, you were stepping out of the bathroom, your dress and heels on and your bag in tow. “So… How do I look?”
Nat gave you two thumbs up while Steve struggled for air. He had yet to see you in something other than sweatpants or mission gear. “You look n-nice.”
You raised an eyebrow at him and Nat punched his arm, muttering an “Is that really the best you can do?” under her breath.
“Thanks? I, uh, gotta go, don’t wanna keep Jake waiting.” Steve watched as you rushed out the door, waving quick goodbyes at him and Natasha.
He crossed his arms over his chest, a broody frown etched on his face, and made his way out of your room, leaving behind a very amused Natasha.
So at long last, I have twiddled and sorted, and I have but a few main log in blogs. So I decided to make a post listing them all so I can do a quick reblog to all of my feeds.
@ofrosesandash : Margaery Tyrell, the Muse who reminded me just how much fun writing on Tumblr can be. A muse I have taken great strides to have a verse for all occasions and have many many friends, and one or two enemies. On her side blog resides @killedtherightpeople , though Bronn is mostly a crack blog
@carafortunae Kyrie was born based on an idea. What unites all the fandoms? What personification, what ideal, can I use to roam them all? The answer was Death. Kyrie is an Angel of Mercy to the dying, and a Guide to the Dead.
@oblitiregina Inspired by the antics of @twiicetheheart , @soldier306, and @lordnegan mending their amazing muses into Game of Thrones, I decided to take my own hand: adapting Elsa and considering how her story might fit into the tales of Westeros.
@definelady Seiran Hadley is a beloved original of mine, who has evolved beautifully since the beginning of my time on Tumblr. Of my big four, she is the one who remains, suited for virtually any genre.
Virtually created because of @killthebxy , Ygritte is a new edition. Granted, it doesn’t take a lot to coax me into playing fiery red heads, and realizing this is a surprisingly underutilized character in my favorite fandom.
A/N: Hey lovelies! I know I’ve been gone forever, but the fact that I’ve reached 500+ followers in my absence made me realize that I owe you guys so much! Thank you for continuing to like/reblog/comment on my works. My ask box is always open so please don’t hesitate to send me your awesome prompts/requests/ideas. My muse feeds off of your energy so send away. Hope you like this one! xoxo
“I wanted…” he started, his voice cracking. “I wanted this, us…”
“Shh,” Felicity whispered, shaking her head. Her hands roved all across his face, her fingers tracing his brow, his cheek, his ear. Her nails scraped the sensitive skin of his neck and he shivered. “Kiss me, Oliver. Just kiss me.”
“I think you want me to die here, is that it? Do you want death to consume me. Is that why you refuse to feed, or water me.” He mused, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he eyeballed the other.
I wonder what it would be like to be someone’s muse–to inspire them to paint pictures of me, write odes to me, sketch me, make me into art, filter me through their minds and merge us together in endless iterations of me, as seen by them, as seen by me.
I wonder what it would be like to have strangers want to touch me–to seem so imbued with magic that the mere idea of being in the same room with me gives others a thrill.
I wonder what it would be like to have others construct whole worlds around me.
I wonder what it would be like to have others look at my art and applaud it, deconstruct it, write me letters telling me how it made them feel, tell me how it changed their lives. To change someone’s life.