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What I Read This Week


I’d to apologize again for not doing this last week! I was really sick and had a few exams, so I didn’t have a lot of time to make lists! 

For the Record by DasWarSchonKaputt, Not Rated, 10k
Viktor Nikiforov, sports journalist and retired figure skater, interviews Olympic Champion Yuuri Katsuki for an exclusive piece. So, so, so amazing. I am truly speechless after reading this, it’s incredible. In my top 10. 

Just Hold On (We’re Going Home) by kiaronna, Mature, 23k
Where Yuuri remembers the banquet, Viktor forgets, and Yakov Feltsman has his own plans. SO AMAZING!! You have to read this!

Sugar High by arekushia, ryoseirui, Explicit, 38k (WIP)
Yuuri Katsuki is a college student struggling to pay rent, tuition, and just about everything else. When he sets up an account for a sugar daddy dating app, he doesn’t expect anything to come out of it. Instead, he meets Victor Nikiforov, and so begins their walk on the fine line between their physical relationship and something more. Just updated!! One of my favourite sugar daddy fics!

Once You Go Greek by Defiant-Dreams (baterina_1234), Mature, 16k (WIP)
A fraternity fic wherein Yuuri and Viktor are in rival frats, but they fall in love anyway. Oh man, that update KILLED me!! I LOVE this fic!

Welcome to Detroit Dental and Orthodontics by stanzas, Teen, 11k
Victor stops the car, turns off the engine, and Yuri rolls out the car with the attitude of every slightly inconvenienced teenager. Yuri flips his shades up, stares in disbelief at the sign in front of the well-manicured lawn squished between two old barber shops: DETROIT DENTAL AND ORTHODONTICS.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” he says. LOOOOOOOOVE this fic!

Where They Are by ingthing, Explicit, 11k (WIP)
They find out things about themselves and step up to each other. 🔥🔥🔥 

Masquerade by Ashida, Explicit, 87k (WIP)
“Just say the word.” came the whisper as Victor stepped close, behind them Yuuri was aware of guns out and at the ready, of confused men and questioned loyalties, here Victor was offering, and Yuuri was too selfish to say no.
“Ok.” Yuuri smiled as this game of masquerade came to an end, what would happen now, he didn’t know, he would probably die, his family would come after him and try to put a knife in his back or a bullet between his eyes, none of it mattered, because together they would fight, and the rest of the world would finally burn. Every update of this fic kills me in the best way possible! Sexy, intense, and always riveting. Must read!

dear true love by cityboys, Teen, 72k
Victor is a writer pretending to be on a break; Yuuri is a pianist pretending to not be on a break. They meet, somehow, in the backwaters of Saga Prefecture, Japan. That ending was so lovely, I really enjoyed reading this fic! One of my fave music AUs!

#Katsudamn by lucycamui, Explicit, 5.9k
Victor surprises Yuuri with a trip to an adult store and gets a little more than he bargained for. Or maybe that was the plan all along. Spicy!!!

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Here’s to another week of great fic reading! Be sure to give the authors some love!

Have you ever wanted to live the way a book makes you feel? Like, the book has such a strong aesthetic and writing style and story that it makes you want to just crawl inside that feeling it gives you and live your life around it for awhile.

Calum Hood Dirty Imagine

you guys frickle frackle.

Thanks for reading I hope you enjoyed. I hope it wasn’t to dirty for you, my writing is pretty graphic. Very graphic , much intensity . Hope this shook some of you guys, gosh it killed me writing it.

  • Jungkook:
  • Jimin: Jungkook?
  • Jungkook:
  • Jimin: are you going to kill me? You're just staring at Me intensely.
  • Jungkook:
  • Jungkook: I.... uh... well...
  • Jimin: ???
  • Jungkook: I wanted to give you this. *shoves a white t-shirt into Jimin's arms*
  • Jimin: Uh, thanks? Isn't this one of your shirts?
  • Jungkook: It's my favorite shirt! I love that shirt!
  • Jimin: and you're giving it to me?
  • Jungkook: of course.... you're the one I love.
Mean Astrology: The Ascendants

Aries Rising - Yes you’re super Edgy and have somehow beaten us at all of our own passions “that one time”. Totally. Sometimes we don’t fight back because you’re always pissed about something someone did, chill.

Taurus Rising - You’re not Beyoncé, hate to break it to you. Also, sometimes you’re wrong so like… Deal with it instead of having a hissy fit.

Gemini Rising - Do you have the ability to listen to anything anyone else is saying? Is it a skill you as a person do not possess??? Or do you just prefer to say your own shit then check out of the conversation. Also your clothes are always too short.

Cancer Rising - CAN YOU ONLY COMPLAIN?! Jesus Christ! Stop complaining and then judging other people when they complain/try to justify why our problems are less significant. AND THEN YOU SAY YOU NEVER COMPLAIN! LIE!

Leo Rising - The definition of Extra, chill out you petty little narcissists. Not everything is about you, you flamboyant little crapheads.

Virgo Rising - Take a fucking chance for once, you have free will perhaps exercise that for once and do something not mind-numbingly boring for once.

Libra Rising - Shut up shut up shut up shut up can you MANAGE to shut your mouth for two seconds?? You pious little shit SLOUCH for once like a normal person

Scorpio Rising - You’re not a spy we can all see you being sneaky and always Up To Something.

Sagittarius Rising - You do not have to constantly be “playing the room”, we get it; you’re a social fucking butterfly. However we also saw you hit on someone not two minutes before ya tried to come onto another one.

Capricorn Rising - Not gonna lie, I’m just not going to be mean to you because I’m pretty sure you could kill me. You intense little fuckers.

Aquarius Rising - Weaboo.

Pisces Rising - You’re not that deep, pal. You’re not a bleeding heart artist, you’re just a person who needs to suck it up and learn to do their taxes. Also it’s the 21st century, Woodstock is over the Beatles are dead give it a rest.

anonymous asked:

Hello love! In light of all the hate I’ve seen towards Karamel, why do you ship them? You are one of the few blogs I know who do love Kara and Mon-el together. For me, their chemistry is undeniable, of course, but with her other relationships (especially with James), I didn’t hate them: I just didn’t care. I was apathetic. With Mon-el, I care, oh boy do I care XD. From the moment they started to interact, you could see that it was something special. Hugs and love!

Hey, love!!!  I feel the exact the same way. I thought (and still think) that Kara and James were kind of cute but, in my humble opinion, they were missing that spark. And it wasn’t solely due to lack of chemistry but also because the writing in Season 1 was not the best in regard to their romance. 

But let’s talk about why I ship Karamel because there are so many reasons and I have so many feelings about them, at least 5, sometimes as many as 7 (yes queen Carrie reference). So let’s start:

1. They’re similar enough that they can understand and relate to one another but different enough that they can complement each other and learn from the relationship. Kara and Mon-El are, in fact very different in some aspects and very similar in others. But these are the best relationships. It means you are in sync about the most important issues but at the same time you can bring something new to the table because people evolve by not only sharing the same principles but also by being confronted with different points of view and personalities. Concerning their similarities, Kara and Mon-El are both refugees on Earth. They both know what it is like to lose your home and everything you’ve ever known. That’s a huge part of their identity and something that really strengthens their bond. Being an alien always conjured up feelings of loneliness and even anger in Kara. The fact that they both shared that experience creates a very deep connection between them and a sense of understanding that is hard for others to grasp. I feel like those moments when Kara and Mon-El are reminiscing about their home worlds are really underrated because they must be so special for Kara who has been on Earth for years with no one to share her memories with. Moreover, they’re also similar in the sense that they’re both compassionate and kind people who want to make the world a better place so their ideals pretty much coincide, which is the most important thing in a relationship. Yes, Mon-El is still working on that but that’s who he really is, in spite of the ingrained ideals from Daxam that he is slowly overcoming. And no. Mon-El didn’t magically turn into this kind and compassionate person because of Kara. He has always been that person, he just needed someone to motivate him to become the best version of himself. She didn’t change him, she inspired him. Which leads us to their differences and how they are actually beneficial to their relationship since they allow Kara and Mon-El to challenge each other. Mon-El has become inspired to be more selfless and courageous while Kara is learning to loosen up a little and be more tolerant. So their different personalities really complement each other, even though they do clash at times but, hey, fighting is healthy in a relationship and completely normal and leads people to evolve. 

2. The fact that they’re both superpowered. I’ve talked about this before. This is actually a big deal. They don’t have to hold back their strength around each other. They can hold each other as tightly as they want to after a hard day, they don’t need to hold back their passion and they can allow themselves to be a little more vulnerable because when they’re together they don’t need to be so painfully aware of the fact that they are powerful aliens in a different planet. As I’ve said before, sometimes being so powerful can become tiring and even lonely. And this is specially true to Kara. It’s important for her to just take a break from all the responsibility of being so powerful, of being Supergirl. Let her hold someone as tightly as she did when she was on Krypton and make her feel like she has come home and forget the fact that if she were to hold someone else like that she could snap them in half. 

3. They’re hilarious. No couple makes me laugh like those two. From their bickering, to their frequent and adorable awkwardness around each other, to Kara’s frustration with Mon-El’s cluelessness…

4. There’s something really innocent and cute about their relationship. Yes. They made out on a couch and were going hard BUT at the same time they’re both completely new to being in a relationship and they’re just figuring it out and it’s so cute to see them going through that process together. They’re just so bubbly and happy and smiley. Our space puppies… And that creates balance in their relationship since they’re both inexperienced and neither of them has the upper hand. And they just fit so well together, you know? I don’t want to use the word “childish” when referring to them but they’re both a little naive, they both have bubbly personalities and enjoy laughing and playing around. Once again, our space puppies. 

5. Mon-El contributed to Kara’s arc (I know! Unpopular opinion!!). I’ve also talked about this before. Dealing with Mon-El allowed Kara to acknowledge her own preconceived ideas and prejudices and work on them. She was able to acknowledge and overcome that becoming more tolerant in the process. It also allowed her to explore her frustration for not having been able to help her cousin like she was supposed to and come to terms with that. Also, her arc this season has been about her learning to stand her ground as Kara Danvers and not just as Supergirl. Confessing her feelings for Mon-El and allowing herself to be vulnerable helped her do that. 

6. Chris and Melissa’s chemistry. They just kill me. The intense eye contact, the passionate kissing, the natural interactions between them, the way their eyes wander from eyes to lips to whatever lmao I love them. 

Werewolf’s Anchor - Stiles Stilinski

(for @spn–addict–i-may-need-help  i hope you like it hun! <3)

Pain.  An extreme amount of agonizing pain.  Who knew that sword piercing through your shoulder would hurt so damn much?

The only sound you heard was your own screams, and in an instant the oni that were surrounding you disappeared.  You crumpled to the ground, heaving in fear and pain.  Blood pooled onto the cement under you, and when your alpha rounded the corner and found you there, he panicked.

“Shit!” He yelled, rushing over to you.  “y/n, y/n stay with me okay? Let me take the pain” And as soon as he grasped your hand, you were both heaving.  Your body fell limp against his, laying across his lap the way Allison’s had days ago.  And suddenly you felt guilty.

Yes, you knew you were dying.

“I’m sorry” You whimpered, and you could see Scott was already sobbing.

“No no no y/n don’t do this you can’t” He said.

“I-” But you couldn’t finish your words.

“Stiles is going to kill me” Scott said.  “You weren’t supposed to come, he didn’t know-” Scott broke down into a mess of hysterics.  “It’s my fault, I couldn’t save Allison- I can’t save you” The others, Kira, Isaac, Lydia, they’d surrounded the two of you silently, unsure of what to say or do that could help.

“Bite me” You said, and Scott froze, staring you dead in the eyes.  “Bite me Scott, do it”

“I can’t- I can’t I’ve never… it either kills you or turns you and y/n neither of those things are good” Scott said.  You shook your head.

“I’m dying anyways” You said softly, a few tears brimming your eyes.  “Please” You said.  “I’m asking” 

You wondered if dying would’ve hurt less than the feeling of fangs crunching into your arm.

You were walking in the hall with Stiles, books clutched tightly against your chest.  He was going on about the new Star Wars movie they were coming out with, hands waving around the air ecstatically as he grinned and rambled on.

Meanwhile students were slamming their lockers, and every time someone did, you’d cringe, and squeeze your books even tighter.

“..and then like- wait y/n? y/n? Hey” You shook your head to focus on Stiles, who was now standing in front of you.  “You alright?” He asked softly, brows drawn together in concern.  You opened your mouth, and your jaw began to hurt right away.  “y/n what’s wrong-”

“I need Scott” You rushed the words out before he could see you were growing fangs, then ran off down the hallway.

“But wait y/n-!” Stiles called after you, but you’d already left him.  That was the third time this week you’d said you had to find Scott, then ran off like that.  Stiles’ heart broke a little at the idea of you leaving him to go find Scott.

“Kira!” You called frantically, eyes shifting golden for a split second before back to their normal color.

“y/n?” Kira pulled you aside, trying to shield you from the passing students.  “Again?” She whispered.  “y/n this has been happening a lot lately-”

“I just need Scott” You panted out, digging your hands deeper into your books.  “Where is he-”

“y/n!” Kira hissed, pulling on your wrists.  You looked down to see that your claws had been breaking through the textbook in your arms.  

“Oh no, oh no no no no I need Scott where’s Scott” You began panicking, eyes a permanent gold.

“y/n why’d you come to school you know it’s a full moon tonight” Kira scolded.  You shook your head a few times.

“I need Sc-” You stopped, falling against the lockers as you could no longer breathe.

“Are- are- I don’t - y/n tell me what to do what do I have to do?” Kira begged, and caught the arm of a familiar passer-byer.  “Stiles help, I don’t know how this works” She said lowly, but you heard her perfectly clear.

“I’m fine” You struggled the words out.  “I’m fine” That’s when Stiles looked over at you, your eyes squeezed shut, hands white and clenched around your textbook.  Your face was flushed, and your body was shaking.

“What’s happening?” The boy asked, and you felt strong arms wrap around you.

“Stiles duh she’s shifting” Kira said, and you began to shake your head.


“Excuse me” You mumbled, and ran off down the hall.  Stiles stood frozen, eyes wide and mouth agape towards Kira.

“What.. in the hell.. was that” Stiles asked through long breaths.  Kira looked at him confused.

“It’s the full moon Stiles calm down a little, she’s just gotta get the hang of control” Kira said.

“Are you telling me that y/n’s a werewolf” Stiles asked, his voice quiet, but deep.  Kira’s eyes widened, and her lips parted.

“You didn’t know…”

Stiles was running wildly, trying to think of places you would go in the school.  The library, classrooms, the spot under the stairwell on the first floor where you’d meet up during class because it’s secluded.  He even waited under there for a few extra minutes, thinking you’d show up.  But you didn’t.  He went to the last place he thought you could be.

When he entered the locker room, he heard the heavy breathing right away.

He’d found you.

“y/n?” Stiles called, walking in and locking the door behind him.  “y/n it’s Stiles”

“Go away” Your voice was an octave lower than it usually is.  “I’m fine just leave me alone” More heavy breaths followed.

“No, no y/n I’m not leaving you” Stiles followed the sound of your voice, walking through aisles of lockers.  “y/n… I helped Scott, I can help you too okay? I can help you too”

“Please go away” You whimpered.  “I don’t want you to see me like this” You were crying, and it made his heart ache.  He walked to the end of the row, and found you there.  Sitting curled up against the lockers.  You had claws on the end of your fingertips, your hands in fists and blood protruding from your palms.

“y/n” Stiles breathed, immediately falling to the ground in front of you.  “Hey, hey look at me” You brought your knees to your chest, wrapping your arms around your legs and burying your face down in yourself.  “Hey” He spoke softly, lifting your chin up.  But your eyes were shut.  “y/n…open your eyes” You shook your head.

“No no I don’t want to see you, you’ll be disappointed” You said.  

“No I won’t.  I promise I won’t y/n just look at me” You growled, unintentionally, but it still scared you.

“Stiles go I don’t want to hurt you” You begged, and he moved closer to you.

“I told you I’m not leaving” he said.  “Listen y/n, you’re going to be okay, I promise alright? But you gotta look at me” You took in a deep breath.

“O-okay okay” You whimpered out, and slowly, your eyes opened, revealing their golden yellow color.  You cried harder upon seeing Stiles in front of you.

“There… there see it’s alright” He cooed, cradling your face between his hands.  “It’s okay, you’re okay” He whispered.

“I’m- I can’t- Stiles I don’t have control” You panted.  “I can’t- I can’t breathe-  I can’t do this-”

“Shh… shh it’s okay, it’s okay just listen to my voice alright?” You squeezed your eyes shut for a short moment.  “Just focus on me, find an anchor”

“I don’t have-”

“You do, you just have to search for it.  You do” He urged.  “Your family, your friends, your own life, whatever you can” He pleaded.  You opened your eyes, staring at him.  He watched yours, flickering quickly between yellow and normal.  “I know you have one y/n” He told you.  “You just need to breathe, and calm your heart beat” But your breaths were fast and heavy pants.

“I can’t- I can’t” You cried.  Stiles steadied your head, staring intensely and worriedly at you.

“Please don’t kill me for this” He rushed the words and you’d barely registered them when he pushed forward and smashed his lips against yours.  Your eyes widened, and a small squeal came from the back of your throat in shock.  But in just a second you were melting against him, moving your lips against his and sitting up straighter to reach him properly.  Your hands threaded into the back of his hair, pulling him closer as he did as well, his thumbs brushing across your cheeks.  Even as you parted, his fingers still caressed your skin.

Your features were human like again, you’d anchored yourself.

Soft pants were elicited from the both of you, and your eyes seemed to say all the words you didn’t know how to voice to the other.

“You’re not mad at me?” You whispered, and he instantly shook his head.

“No definitely not” Stiles replied.  “Though I would like to know what happened that… that brought us here” He said.

“I uh… I went with the others a while back… a few months ago with the oni and I uhm…” You trailed off.  “One of them, stabbed me..” You put your hand on your shoulder, though the wound had long healed.

“Scott bit you” Stiles finished, realizing what had happened.

“I asked him to, Stiles” You said.  “He’d just lost Allison, and I know I’m nothing compared to her, but I also know that if I’d died that night, he’d blame himself, and I couldn’t have that” Stiles didn’t say anything, just licked his lips as he thought about what you’d said.  “You’d never even known I went Stiles and I-” You swallowed.  “I wanted you to know how… how much I care about you and I needed that to come from me and not Scott” You told him.  Your hands laid over his, still set on your cheeks.

“I- I just- why didn’t you tell me?” He asked, and you licked your lips.

“I thought you’d be upset with me for going with the pack to fight the oni” You said.  “You’d invited me over that night… we were gonna watch movies and I told you that I was going to study on my own but.. but I lied, and I’m sorry” Your features fell, eyes downcast to the ground where you sat.  Stiles’ hands slowly fell from your face, and wrapped around your shoulders, pulling you against him in a hug.

“I forgive you” He said.  “Just no more secrets”

“Okay” You whispered.

“y/n I love you so much I would’ve lost it if you’d died that night, I’m not mad at you, I’m not mad at Scott, I just wish I could’ve been there to help” He said.

“You love me?” You asked softly, pulling away from him enough to look up into his eyes.

“Yeah of course I do” Stiles’ lips quirked up in a small smile.  “Kinda since um, today’s Thursday so…always” You smiled back, and leaned forward, pausing to look in his eyes for a short moment, before kissing his lips softly.

“I love you too Stiles” You murmured, hooking your fingers behind his neck,  “So no more secrets” You told him, and he nodded.

“I just told you my biggest one of all” He told you, grinning a little cockily, making you roll your eyes.  But you kissed him again anyways.

You suddenly forgot why you’d kept your feelings from him for so long.

tagged: @morganschiebel bc stiles imagine
xoxo ~ jordie

the eyes to pull me in (lucaya)

basically i wrote this for secret santa and i thought it could use a repost ;) also, if you read this, shoot me an ask and lmk if i should change my url to trahgedy or not!!

It was never supposed to get that far. Lucas and Maya, together. Before that night, they could maintain the tremulous balance, so close to toppling. No one was supposed to get hurt. No one was ever supposed to acknowledge that they did get hurt. If it wasn’t for the rain and the stupid, stupid bus, then things would probably have worked out alright for just a bit longer.  But it was just Maya Hart’s luck to get caught in a thunderstorm.

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Death of The Cat  Ch-1

Originally posted by nakamotens

Rated: Angst

Pairing: JaehyunxReader

Summary: Jaehyun was pretty set in his ways, living up to his frat boy stereotypes with pride and a lot of pleasure. But his fatal flaw came in the form of two things; a girl and curiosity. 

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

She shoved her phone into her pocket with seventeenth time that night. After a good hour, it was obvious her friend probably wasn’t coming back till tomorrow morning. She really weighed her options, she could go back and go to sleep, have a normal Sunday in months. But then it would be a waste of a good day she could spend in bed regretting her existence so she went into the kitchen for a drink or two.

In the few months that had passed since she became a college student, this was her third frat party. They were all really the same; booze and deeds you would not do in the lack of the same. This was her first party at the infamous Alpha Kappa Pi house though. This place was shrouded with rumours long before she walked through the hallowed halls, and it would probably be long after. Needless to say, this was the most crowded party she’d been to so far.

“I don’t think we’ve met.” A voiced slurred beside her as she poured some vodka into a cup.

“We’re in the same intro to econ class Ten.” She deadpanned, not really in the mood for this. She just drank down the vodka and winced.

“Wow, I must have been really stupid to miss you.” He kept his best face up, considering his current circumstances. Ten was polite enough, always smiles but he was such klutz. She could see why some people fell for it, but she wasn’t going to join those people, at least not tonight.

“You sit beside me in class Ten. You borrowed three pens, four pencils and a notebook you never gave back.” He seemed to look very confused with the influx of information and she took a generous glass of something she didn’t bother checking and made her escape.

The frat house was huge, as all the frat houses are. But in University, a larger house just meant more people at the parties and finding a less crowded area that guests were allowed in was a hopeless cause from the start.

After rounding the third corner in aimless adventure, she took a step back in shock. There at a side stood the first guy she was drunk enough to blow at some party. It was petty, and it was childish, but she wanted to avoid him as much as possible in the next three years that awaited her in this place. Turning to walk the opposite way seemed a good idea with the sudden impact of nerves from a horrific memory and the surplus amount of alcohol in her system.

“What do we have here?” A deep voice in the dark caused her to yelp rather loudly.

“Johnny, Jesus Christ why are you creeping around in your own house.” The urge to throw something at him was incredible. Johnny along with most of his frat brothers were in your business relations class and he also took intro to psychology with her. He was mostly with his own group of friends, whether in class or in social situations. She thought maybe frat boys were specifically asked to be together at all times, other than the occasional escapade that no one was above.  

“I was just looking for something. What are you doing here?” He asked with a playful smile ready to erupt on his face as he leaned on the wall.

“I was uh, looking for an empty bathroom. Nature calls Johnny.” She rushed through her words, wanted to get away as soon as possible. Even when she was at their party, she had absolutely no desire to get mixed up with any of the AKP boys. Even as a freshmen, she had been around long enough to know that these boys were best looked at from afar. New recruits like Johnny included.

“Come on, I’ll take you.” He stood up straight and waited for her to follow.

“I should go.” She tried.

“You’re trespassing sweetheart, you have to pay a price for that.” With the smile he gave, she realised why everyone was so bloody scared of these boys.

 He led her to the washroom that was without a queue and waiting for her. After she came out, he was outside waiting.

“Come on.” He said and starting walking down the hall, deeper into the house.

“Where are we going?” She asked nervously.

“To the basement, we need another person.” He turned once before walking down the stairs.

“W-Where is this going?” He stopped in front of the door and looked at her with knit eyebrows, like he was trying to figure out where she thought this was going. He laughed ridiculously after a moment.

“Relax will you, we just needed one more person to make the players even and I happened to come across you first.” His smile was amused but soft and it helped her gather her nerves a little.

“Well why didn’t you say so? I love a good drinking game.” She hit his arm playfully and he gave her a cunning smile.

“This is a bit different.” He winked at her and opened the door.

 She looked inside to see the room adorned like any boy’s dream. A large TV with a gaming console, a random arcade game, a pool table and so much more.

“You guys get way too much money.” She mumbled to herself.

“Who do we have here?” A voice diverted your attention to a corner of the room where an unsurprising bunch of first year AKP boys sat in a circle.

“I found her trespassing in the halls. Thought we could spice this up a bit.” Johnny wriggled his eyebrows.

“I wasn’t trespassing, that makes it sound like a offence, I was just lost.” She raised her arm and peeked out from behind Johnny.

“Semantics.” A single voice spoke amongst the boys, Jaehyun.

“Isn’t semantics why you call these booze fests ‘mixers’?” She raised her brow cynically. Everyone around seemed to nod in acknowledgment, Jaehyun only looked amused.

“When I have a say in it, I’ll keep your helpful suggestion in mind.” His smirk was annoying. She didn’t like how confident Jaehyun was. He was always nice to everyone, kind and giving but something in her told her there was a catch. He had also been around the place his fair share for someone who was still new. She had seen him on her dorm floor three times itself, walking out of a different room in the morning. Each time he gave her a bright smile and a polite good morning, even the last time when his clothes were being thrown out of her own room.

“How’s your roommate?” He asked feigning curiosity.

“She hates me now because she was suspicious of your friendliness towards me.” She sat down in the circle that made place for her and Johnny hastily.

“I’m offended, I’m always friendly.” He pouted.

“Maybe she thought she was special.” She offered a noncommittal shrug and picked up a plastic cup with a shot of liquor in it.

“That’s for the game.” Johnny pointed out but she smirked and downed it anyway.

“We decided to play gay chicken.” She turned to Johnny with a look that made him realise the problem.

“I guess now with you it could be different orientations, sexually inclusive chicken if you will.” She scoffed at his words but nodded at his explanation.

“But there’s a catch.” Jaehyun interrupted and both of them turned to him. The door pushing open behind her shifted their attention again.

Ten walked into the room, loud and clumsy as drunk people usually are, with two girls who were probably as drunk as he was.

“I bought company!” He announced.

“We were waiting for you,” Taeyong spoke up from the side. He was someone she didn’t really know very well, he looked all over too intimidating.

“It’s you.” Ten waved ecstatically at her like they were old friends and she scoffed incredulously at his persistence.

“Hi Ten.” She waved back and he sat down beside her satisfied.

“Right so Gay Chicken.” Taeyong spoke up, trying to get to the point.

“Sexually Inclusive Chicken.” Johnny corrected him and offered her a proud smile.

“Yes that, if you lose you drink but,” He turned to look at her once before turning to the others to continue, “You’ll be blindfolded.” He said producing two scarves from behind him.

“That sounds kinky.” She was suddenly nervous.

“That’s the point.” Jaehyun said deviously.

After a terribly easy round between Johnny and Ten where Ten just giggled because he was ticklish and shrugged away, Taeyong was sitting in front of her looking at her intensely.

“You look like you want to kill me,” Taeyong’s expression changed to shock at the sudden words. “But I’m very competitive. So I’m going to look past how intimidatingly good looking you are.” With that she put a hand on his thigh, Taeyong looked down at her hand and looked up at her looking like a deer caught in the headlights. When she tried to slide her hand up he gave up easily not even waiting for the blindfold part.

Next was Jaehyun, he sat opposite one of the girls who came with Ten and gave her a lopsided smile that already gave him an advantage. He offered to put the girl’s blindfold on for her and she had to suppress the urge to roll her eyes while the girl blushed heavily and refused.

She watched as Jaehyun sat back with a long sigh after he covered his eyes, hand extending to gently hold her cheek. Whether she gasped out of shock or something else was a mystery. After a gentle hesitation, she put a hand on his thigh and he chuckled lightly. After a while of this, what really made her give up was when he asked if she was sure about this.

The game went on for a while and she was determined to win, having realised these boys were a bunch of shy nervous wrecks. After a while the only people left were Jaehyun and Her. He pushed up in front of her, smiling at her like he did anytime he saw her and suddenly she really wanted to get under her skin.

She put on her blindfold and waited for him to make the first move. She felt him move close to her, a little too close. She could feel the heat radiate off his body and felt his breath on her face.

The low gasp that left her lips was from shock.

“Are you nervous?” His voice was gentle and he tucked her hair behind her ear and rested his hand on her neck.

“Are you?” She responded as her hand travelled up his chest slowly and landed on his shoulder, she didn’t miss his change in breathing.

“You should be at least a little anxious.” She could hear the grin he had. She felt his hand move while caressing her neck and a shiver ran down her spine as his thumb gently grazed her bottom lip, pulling it down gently and releasing.

“I don’t scare easy.” Was her bored response as she slipped her other hand under his shirt and placed it on his warm chest. Someone let out a juvenile ‘ooh’ at her words in the otherwise silent room.

“You should.” He snaked an arm around her waist and pulled her in so suddenly she yelped, “Haven’t you heard the rumours?” His lips were grazing against her jaw and seering it, instinctively her hands on his shoulder griped tighter. She felt him smile against her skin as he moved closer to her lips.

“I think you’re darker than the rumours have anyone believe.” She whispered not knowing why. When his lips were finally near hers she smirked.

“Really?” He taunted and she only hummed, catching his bottom lip between her teeth. The way he gasped let her know that he was caught off guard.

“But I still got under your skin, so I guess I’m worse.” She whispered so softly that only Jaehyun could hear. Then she let his lips go and sat back.

“I concede.” She said and pulled her blindfold off. Jaehyun looked confused for a second before pulling his own scarf off with disbelief on his face. She smirked with a sense of personal victory as she looked at how rattled he looked.

“You win Jaehyun.” She said and gulped down the drink placed in her hand as penalty. Jaehyun’s eyes grew darker and he just got up and left.

After that day, catching Jaehyun’s eye was different. He was fueled by a need to get his revenge on her but he never seemed to catch her in a situation where he could do so. She talked to them more now. One day Johnny offhandedly asked her to sit with them in Business Relations class, stating he sat with her in Psychology anyway so it was courtesy. Apparently she just sat with most of them if they shared a class. But in the literature class her and Jaehyun shared, she was in the other side of the room. Even Taeyong was friendly around her and he was someone who kept to himself most of the time.

One day she came to her dorm after a long day of packed classes to find her room locked. She sighed as the tiredness she felt from the long day turned to frustration and she banged on the door loudly. The noises coming from the room were somehow louder, the sound of her roommate panting and whining coupled with loud masculine groans made her consider just leaving. Maybe it was her imagination, but the sounds definitely seemed more prominent. Whatever they were doing, they seemed into it. Her mouth went dry at the cries of her roommate of what sounded like unadulterated bliss. She bit her lip but snapped out of it there after, banging once loudly to show her anger and decided to just come back later.

What she didn’t expect was Jaehyun to be the one to open the door.

“Hey.” He gave her a lopsided grin in nothing but his jeans. Chest exposed and hair disheveled and wet on the tips from what she assumed was sweat. She had to use her strongest sense of will to keep her eyes focused on his face.

“Jaehyun I haven’t put on my clothes yet.” Your roommate’s voice was what she heard next, breathless and forced.

“Don’t worry I’m not coming inside.” She answered her with a sickly sweet tone that had Jaehyun wincing with amusement, she then turned her attention to him, shoving her bag in his hand more forcefully than needed, “Keep this on my bed.” She told him then turned around and left.

Once she walked out of the building, it was clear that she had nowhere to go. But pride was a strong incentive and she shoved her hands into her pocket and started walking down the path. After a while, she heard footsteps approaching her urgently. She was already panicking so much that when a hand landed on her shoulder she screamed.

“Are you really that happy to see me?” The familiar voice made you turn around and hit Jaehyun’s chest.

“You scared the crap out of me. Why are you stalking me.” Her voice was still shrill from fear.

“Don’t be so full of yourself,” He was grinning brightly despite his words. “I wasn’t stalking you.” He shoved his hands into his pocket.

“Sure. Your house is in the opposite direction Jaehyun.” She pointed helpfully, somehow containing a smile at his silliness. He turned around and turned back to her, fumbling.

“I was uh, going to grab a bite to eat.” He nodded like he liked his excuse, “Yes, I need to eat I’m famished.” He smiled shyly, that was new.

“I’m sure you are, must have had quite the workout.” She said, frowning suddenly, “Since my room is now free of your presence. I’m going to go back and sleep.” She turned away and started walking away.

“Wait, why do yo-” He asked urgently but his curiosity was interrupted.

“Goodnight Jaehyun.” She turned around once with a coy smile and a tone that made it clear that she didn’t want to answer him, walking away after leaving Jaehyun as confused and allured as she always did.

Somehow the year passed and the now second year students sat together in the same spot they did a year back while the AKP party boomed in the floor above.

“I don’t understand what I did to deserve being teased be you constantly, I even bought you new stationery.” Ten pouted at her.

“After you lost all my stationery Ten! How do you not understand why I am reluctant to trust you with anything.” Her eyes were wide with disbelief but she had a smile on her face.

“I’m pretty sure you’ll find your things in his room if you can go through the mess.” Taeyong ended his sentence with a look of pure disgust making everyone but Ten laugh.

“Why are all of you after me?” He looked wounded but turned to her with pride, “You just hate me because I am prettier than you.” He crossed his arms in front of him.

“Oh no, that’s an established fact. I’m no one to question the truth, I’m just saying I wouldn’t trust you to be the one to take care of the freshman, which was the original point.” She shrugged and he sat back, knowing she was right.

“Taeyong should do it.” She pointed at him after a thought.

“M-me?” He looked caught off guard.

“Yeah, you’re easily the most responsible amongst all of them, just take more initiative.” He looked like he was considering her words.

“How’s joining a Sorority working out for you? Did you get tempted after seeing us?” Johnny asked playfully.

“I definitely enjoy the nice house and the elevated living conditions. That was definitely inspired by you guys. But more than that, I’m just glad to not have to share my room with a crazy person.” She scowled and most of them chuckled at the memory.

“Remember when she came here and saw you? She flipped out so bad it was beautiful. Even Jaehyun was rattled.” Ten said sounding scared.

“I don’t think I’ll ever forget her trying to pull me out of the house saying I don’t belong here.” She shook her head trying to get rid of the memory. The door opened and Jaehyun walked in with a bottle of smirnoff.

“Well if it isn’t everyone favourite party crasher.” He told her as he went to the corner to pick up glasses.

“I was invited by choice, you just come with the house like the faulty pipes.” She retorted with ease, used to his vocal disapproval of her presence.

“You’re just nervous because you’ll lose to me again.” His smirk had a ghost of bitterness in it. She just smiled and shrugged.

Jaehyun grew more restless as he sat and watched the game of spin the bottle transpire around him. Ten looked far too happy when he got to kiss her, grinning even while he dared to slip his tongue into the mix. Once she sat back, she made a gesture of wiping her lips that made Ten frown but Jaehyun seemed to smirk, she was quite the vixen. It seemed like she had no intention of passing up any chance, too proud to lose he guessed. Taeyong weaseled out and gently kissed kissed her cheek.

“I feel like you need a break.” He said smiling and she laughed and gave him a sweet thank you.

She wasn’t flustered, she didn’t back down, she didn’t even care that she was giving away such an intimate gesture to everyone around the circle. Suddenly Jaehyun was annoyed, at least he reserved his best for when he was behind closed doors.

“You’re quite the kisser.” Yuta commented with a cocky smile, somehow reluctant to back away.

“Hmm, too bad. Now you’ll just compare everyone else to the best you only got a taste of.” Her smile was indulgent.

“Maybe I should have another to remember better.” He smirked and bought his head back down.

“Next round.” Jaehyun spoke loudly, shocking Yuta enough to sit back. He sat back in his place with a pout and a glare towards Jaehyun’s direction that he pretended not to see.

When the turn came from him to kiss her, he was a little more eager than even he realised. Licking his lips he smiled and looked at her with confidence.

“You’re probably going to be ruined for anyone after this, so I apologise.” He warned and she turned to him with the ghost of a smirk.

“If you put it like that, I don’t want to risk it, I rather take the shot.” She enjoyed the look of betrayal on his face far too much. While everyone around laughed, there was an air of dubiosity in the room all of a sudden.

“Let’s play something else.” Ten cut through the sudden tension in the room.

“How about a drinking game?” Johnny chimed in helping his friend out.

“Never have I ever is the obvious choice.” Doyoung said, still looking between the two people trying to assess the situation.

“No.” Jaehyun’s voice brought everyone’s attention to him, “Let’s play seven minutes in heaven. Since I won the last game,” He turned to her with a raised brow, daring her to challenge it, “I’ll go first.” He got up and grabbed her hand, pulling her to a coat closet on the other side of the room. Everyone watched in awe as he moved with determination while she was too surprised to interject till the door clicked shut.

“Cliché.” She said, void of any emotion. He was already walked up to her, inches away from her face in no time.

“I’ve tried to think of all possible reasons why you did that the last time, and I had a year to think.” His hand travelled down her arm as she spoke. As she looked up to face him as he spoke, his height loomed over her, she decided to look back down.

“Maybe you just don’t like me, maybe you’re the shy kind. I could have lived with those, but you’re not, and you don’t seem to mind everyone else. So tell me, are you nervous? Or is this some wager you have going on with yourself?” His hand rested on her chin and he tilted her head up.

“You look too bothered by one girl Jaehyun, you have your pick of anyone you want. Do you just like the challenge? How typical.” She scoffed.

“Call it curiosity, aren’t you curious about how good I can make you feel?” He carefully bought his face closer to hers, his smirk growing, “You heard didn’t you? You naughty girl. Did you hear how good I can make someone feel. And I wasn’t even trying, till you showed up at the door of course.” She bit her lip, deciding it was better than the sound that would have slipped out of her lips had she not.

“I confess that I was thinking about you right then, listening in. Did you imagine it was you instead of her? Did it overwhelm you?” His other hand rested on her waist as he slipped his thumb underneath her top and drew circles on her skin that distracted her from his words.

“Are you scared you’ll come crawling back for more?” He chuckled lightly.

“I like to believe I have more self control than that.” Her voice was weaker than her words, but she tried to hold her ground. Her mind was fogged by his delicious cologne and his dimples were clouding her judgement. But if this was going to end in only one way, she wouldn’t give in first.

“I’d love to prove you wrong. Would you take me up on the challenge?” His lips left a gentle kiss on the edge of hers, “Hmm?” He reiterated.

“You can try.” She was baiting him now, praying he’d indulge first.

“Is that permission?” He stepped back, maybe a little taken aback, but you couldn’t tell from his pleased smirk.

“It’s a dare.” She said, her mind less foggy from the earned distance, but somehow her mind made up.

When he did press his lips to hers, it wasn’t extraordinary. There were no fireworks but there was boiling anticipation. Once he pulled her closer it was harder for him to control himself but he was still taking his time. But she realised he was waiting for her to respond. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer, but he only chuckled into her lips and took his time, tasting her like fine wine while his fingers danced on her waist.

When a desperate whine slipped out of her lips he pushed back satisfied. She almost followed his movement but stopped after a gentle slip.

“Are you disappointed?” He laughed at how betrayed she looked.

“Maybe next time I’ll make it up to you.” His words held a strong promise.

“There isn’t going to be a next.” She said with finality, leaving the cupboard.

The next time was at the same house on a weekend when Taeyong invited her around for dinner. After a long night of quarreling and trying to undermine the other, Jaehyun and her somehow ended up on top of each other on the couch with a different kind of battle, also involving their mouths. After a while the others decided it was better to just leave the room than wait for them to be done with each other.

Everyone in the house was happy when Jaehyun finally took her to his room. Though it was mutually decided that it would be best to not go to the first floor for a while.

“I told you didn’t I? You wouldn’t be able to resist.” He lay back on his bed with a smile of victory. She sat up on the edge of the bed looking around for her hastily discarded clothes.

“I’d say I was inquisitive. Like a morbid curiosity.” She answered, he frowned at her words, sitting up and sliding closer to her.

“I don’t think I appreciate being compared to morbidity.” He spoke behind her and she laughed at his small voice.

“Do you prefer scientific curiosity?” She turned back and saw him assess her words.

“That makes it sound like a laboratory experiment.” He sounded offended. She shrugged.

“Can’t you just call it a great experience.” He asked, his tone serious.

“Don’t expect me to lie to stroke your ego Jaehyun.” She was about to get up when he sat her back down with a hand on her shoulder.

“You know,” He let his hand travel down her spine slowly as he spoke. “I thought I would hold back a little, since you’re a little lower on the experience scale.” He whispered into her ear.

“Funny, that’s exactly what I thought.” She gasped when he bit down on her ear lobe at her words.

“But since you’re so insistent.” His voice was getting lower.

“I don’t think that’s the right word here.” She interrupted and he just groaned and pulled at the sheet she was using as a guard, she didn’t stop him.

“I’ll just have to make you beg for more.” He brushed his lips on her shoulder and she had to close her eyes to enjoy the sensation.

“Is that a challenge?” She provoked him. He hummed in disapproval. Pushing her back into the bed, and towered on top of her in no time.

“Call it morbid curiosity.”

New arm & New chapters

Bucky x Reader

A/N I’ve been reading a lot or all of @buckyandfubar / @yawpkatsi ‘s comics so FUBAR will be included

Word count: almost 4,700+ (wtf is wrong with me)

Warnigs: sexual assault, panic attacks, racists 

It gets super boring being a receptionist for Avengers tower, I sit around messing with the things on my desk, or talking to F.R.I.D.A.Y because it did all my work for me. I think he only has me around for pity, I mean I can find a job anywhere else so why not fire me? It gets pretty lonely, no one knows about me. Something finally happened Mr.Stark himself came up to my desk,”(Y/n), right, what are you doing sitting here,”he was drumming his hand on the white marble. “Great, I’m getting fired, I knew this day would come,” I thought to myself. “Sir, F.R.I.D.A.Y. does all my work, so I sit here,” I spoke. He opened up a file,”says here you have a mechanical engineering degree; that include welding?” I nodded my head,”yes sir, why do you ask?” He closed the file and looked at me,”because I need help in my lab and instead of hiring new people just promote older people, you in?” I frantically nodded my head. He smiled,”great, you start Monday. Wear casual clothes you don’t mind getting dirty.”

I did as Mr.Stark asked and wore leggings,converse, and a shirt so long it touched my knees that I bunched up and tied with a rubber band. I put no effort into my hair and stuck it into a high ponytail l put on only foundation and left. ,”This job is better already,” I thought to myself.

It was super weird walking into the tower dressed as casual as possible,”sixth floor, got it,”I stepped in to the elevator.I felt out of place, all these people dressed in business clothes and well built. I was in basically pajamas and had a little extra weight, everyone was trying to fix themselves in the reflection but i couldn’t see anything but a clothed brown blob in a sea of pale sticks. I don’t care it makes me stand out. One man asked if I was the janitor. when the sixth floor approached I replied with no and stepped out apparently not many people are allowed on this floor because the look of shock on his face was priceless. I was walking towards his lab but then i realized that I don’t know where that is. I walked up to the first person I saw and asked where his lab was,”why do you need to know? are you taking out the trash in there or something,” they sneered. Why does everyone think I’m the maid! “Look I’m just trying to find his lab, I don’t need to find a fucking idiot too,” I held the bridge of my nose and let out a huff. They just looked at me,”what would Tony Stark want to do with you.” Suddenly the man in question appeared behind them,”Try and figure out why she’s late, but i see why.” they just walked away. most of the day was spent looking at and updating/fixing old Iron Man suits, but it was the best first day I’ve had.      

About a week in Mr. Stark walked in with the winter solider, minus the arm. “(Y/N), Bucky, Bucky,(Y/N),” he introduced. I had heard things about him like how he could kill you with his pinky, either one. Him intensely staring at me didn’t help my nerves. Tony finally broke the silence,”since this guy is finally himself again I thought I’d give him a welcome back present,” he gestured to the soldier,”sadly, I cant make all of it right now because I have a huge project. So you get to design, assemble, and bond his new arm, I’ll take care of the tech aspect. I suggest that you two start talking so you get the design how he wants,” and with that he left.

“So…Bucky, do you want to get down to business or get to know each other,” this was really weird. He just stayed silent. “Okay…. I’ll take that as a work, so I was thinking of a design that looks like your other arm or slightly smaller but realistic, also I could get rid of that star for you,” still nothing. I grabbed the measuring tape from the table and he flinched,”hey, it’s just measuring tape, If I can’t get you to talk can you let me get the dimensions of your arm,”I slowly approached him and he nodded. After I got the measurements I told him he could leave, but he stayed. I just went back to the sketch and payed him no mind. That was until he said,”are you going to make it look like my old arm,” I looked at him,”if that’s what you want.” He shook his head quickly,”I don’t want any part of my body to be marked or resemble what HYDRA did to me.” I leaned forward in my chair,”then tell me what you want,” I was looking him in the eyes. He leaned back, “Stark makes amazing things with minimal user input, why can’t you.” I looked back down at my sketch book,”I’m not Stark, and he knows those people. I don’t know you,” I ripped off my sketch and handed it to him. I got up from my seat,”if you want lunch let me know now,” he said nothing so I left.

When I came back I didn’t find Bucky but I did find a note that said “just don’t give me a Iron Man arm and we’re good- Bucky.”

Since he wouldn’t tell me anything I looked through files Tony gave me and asked Steve about him whenever he came in with his shield after missions. I got all the plans from tony and made the final sketch. I know he didn’t care but I asked Steve to give him the sketch anyway.  

Bucky’s P.O.V

“Hey Buck, special delivery from the 6th floor,”Steve walked in with a piece of paper and handed it to me. “Tony send you a love letter or something,” Sam joked. I rolled my eyes at him, and I opened up the paper to see a complete diagram and sketch of an arm which I assume would be mine followed by a note that said,”I know you said you don’t care but here’s the sketch anyway. What do you think?- (Y/N).” My stupid grin made both Sam and Steve worried,”It’s a love letter I knew it,” Sam shouted. “It’s not a love letter, it’s a sketch from (Y/N)’“ Steve answered for me. Sam looked very confused,”who the fuck is (Y/N).” I answered this one,”dude, she’s worked here for almost 2 years now. She’s the one that used to sit in that desk downstairs. Now she’s helping Tony make my new arm and repair Steve’s shield.” Sam just nodded his head, “wait is  she the one that shows up in long t-shirts and jeans all the time. I’m surprised she still works here.” I looked at him,”why, she seems fine here.” I really hoped he was gonna say she’s way to talented but I got this instead,”everyone says that she is the ugliest girl here and call her all these mean things, if I were her I’d had slapped every last one of em’.” I clenched my jaw, what about her is ugly? She’s amazing, if I weren’t a scared little punk I would have asked her out.

Your P.O.V

Today was the start of the actual project at least 2 months of melting, molding, and a whole lot of metal. I was struggling to move some sheets of scrap metal when Bucky stopped by. Between him, Steve, and Tony I have approximately 3 people I trust and talk to here, so it’s nice when he stops by.”Hey Bucky, I see you got my sketch,”immediately after I said that I lost my balance. He tried to catch me but I had already dropped the metal and was falling into it. I braced myself for the impact but it never came,”I take it that was the metal for my arm,”he pulled me up and brushed me off. “actually it’s some scrap metal I’m sending to the manufacturer of all the pieces. They only have so much,”I crouched down to pick up the pieces. Suddenly a white service dog walked in and sat down next to Bucky . He rubbed the back of his neck,”that’s FUBAR he’s my new roommate in a way.” “Well normally I would pet a dog the second I get the chance but I don’t think that you want to give him a bath,” I held out my pitch black hands. He understood and asked,”well what can I do to help,” I couldn’t turn him away he looked like a child asking their older sibling is they could play with them. “Can you take the rest of the scrap metal to those boxes by the door. Then we can start on moving the sheets of titanium.” He nodded his head and told FUBAR to sit outside the workshop.

By the time we were done both of us were covered in black smudges and had gone through two bags of chips, an extra large pizza, and 500 pounds of metal,”that took a while I need to go home and sleep for 20 hours,” I laughed. He smiled,”yeah, FUBAR  is probably starving.” The poor dog was asleep right where Bucky had left him. “See you tomorrow I got a lot of things to upgrade,” I locked up the workshop and we went our separate ways.

Bucky’s P.O.V

When I got home I fed FUBAR and went into my room to take off my smudged clothes and take a shower when I was walking through the  living room Sam and Steve shot up from the couch,”where have you been it’s 12 AM!,” Steve shouted. “Relax, I was with (Y/N),” I pushed past him. I poked my head from around the door frame of my room “you didn’t notice my clothes.” I thought I herd Sam yell,”get it Bucky,” but I shrugged it off. I made my way to the shower and turned on the water. it felt really nice to wash off all the sweat from today. I let FUBAR into my room after I got into pajamas and let him lie down next to me and fell asleep. All I could think about was (Y/N), and I didn’t care.

Your P.O.V

Today started as a pretty crappy one. While I was in the elevator some random guy just kept staring at me and when we were alone he grabbed me and pushed me against the wall,”never thought Stark would hire a fat bitch,” he whispered against my ear. “get off of me creep,” I writhed against his wrist. He started kissing against my neck and I could feel his crotch rubbing against me. Then like the heavens opened up, the door opened and he pulled away and I quickly walked out the door. I was so on edge I walked past Bucky and straight to the workshop. I grabbed my laptop to see what I had to do while Mr. Stark was away at a conference, but FUBAR rested his head on me and licked my face. “okay you have my attention,” I laughed while running my hand through his fur. Bucky walked up next to me, “You wanna come with me to walk FUBAR,” he asked. I checked my email and I had nothing to do so I agreed.

Bucky’s P.O.V

I knew something was wrong with (Y/N) when she walked past me like I didn’t exist. FUBAR noticed too because he did to her what he does to me when I wake up from a nightmare or had a flashback. When that happens I usually go outside and try to forget about it.

It was nice to have someone to talk to while walking FUBAR, and I think he liked seeing me happy. we just walked around the city and made jokes and even though I wasn’t the one upset I felt better. We sat down on a bench and my stomach started to growl that’s when I realized I hadn’t eaten breakfast and it was almost one in the afternoon,”man, I’m hungry,”I said while throwing my head back. Her eyes lit up,”I know this really good italian place a few blocks away from here and I haven’t had time to go, come on,” she pushed me off the bench and we walked to the restaurant.

When we walked in a bell rang at the top of the door and the smell of pasta and pastries filled my nose. It was a small restaurant but it had a homely feeling. An old woman walked out of the kitchen and smiled,”(Y/N)! I haven’t seen you in months,” she looked over at me and FUBAR,”and who is this.” (Y/N) just laughed,”hello to you too Mrs.Torelli this is Bucky, and the walking snowball is FUBAR.” Mrs.Torelli went for a handshake,”it’s nice to meet you Bucky,” she crouched down,”and you too FUBAR.” We walked towards a table and talked, and ate, and talked some more. When I checked the time on my phone I was supersized with how late it had gotten. FUBAR was asleep under the table he was probably dying of hunger being surrounded by all this food. (Y/N) noticed too, she quickly got up,”bye Mrs.Torelli, money’s on the table.” “You two lovebirds take care now,” Mrs.Torelli joked. (Y/N) froze and started stuttering,” hes not…we’re not,” she just bowed her head. Mrs.Torelli just waved us out.

On the way back (Y/N) finally opened up. She let out a sigh,”you know, I thought this day was going to be really bad after what happened in the elevator, but it turned out to be one of the best days I’ve had in a while.” I looked at her confused,”what happened in the elevator,” she didn’t say anything. I tried again,”what happened (Y/N).” She breathed in.”this man kept staring at me like a piece of meat and looking me up and down. When we were the only ones left he pinned me against the wall and called me a fat bitch. If it weren’t for those doors opening he would’ve….he would’ve,” she was crying now. “Shhh, it’s okay I got you,” I whispered as I held her. We arrived back at the tower. “I’m gonna sleep in the workshop tonight, I don’t feel like walking home.” I gave a sympathetic look,”you could sleep on the couch upstairs if you want,” I understood why she didn’t want to walk home alone. “no thanks, I don’t want to invade your space besides, I have a pull out couch in there,” she smiled at me. I was a little disappointed that she said no but I can’t blame her.

The only sound you could hear in the elevator was the gears turning and FUBAR panting. She had waved goodbye and left the elevator. I fed FUBAR and got into my pajamas but I thought about (Y/N) downstairs alone so I checked on her. She was on the pull out couch with no blanket using her arm as a pillow. So, I went upstairs grabbed a couple pillows and a blanket and went back downstairs. I put the blanket over her and left the pillows off to the side. I was about to leave when I felt her grab my arm and groan,”don’t leave,” I slid next to her and wrapped my arm around her waist. In a few minutes I drifted off to sleep.

Two months. that’s how long it was after that day. Me and FUBAR have been sitting on the couch in her workshop. Tony trusted her more now she was working on as many projects as him. Which meant I had less time to spend with her. One day she told me I couldn’t show up for a while and I was upset. I loved watching her work, the way she forgets that anyone’s around and how she even begins to understand all those tools is beyond me. All the jokes and the way she mumbles to herself make my day. Now I couldn’t be near her. What did I do wrong?

Your .P.O.V.

I felt really bad about kicking Bucky out, but the parts for his arm came in and I want it to be a surprise. Since I couldn’t let him into the workshop I stopped by his place upstairs. I was about knock on the door to his room when Steve walked by,”(Y/N) what are you doing here,”he asked. I leaned in,”I don’t want Bucky to see his new arm so I said he couldn’t come to the workshop, but that doesn’t mean that I cant have lunch with him right,” I was whispering so Bucky couldn’t hear. “oh, okay, go on in. Be warned he hasn’t come out of his room all day,” then Steve walked off.

When I opened the door I saw Bucky lying face first on his bed with FUBAR on top of him.  FUBAR jumped off of Bucky and started pawing at my legs,”good to see you too,” I scratched behind his ear. As soon as Bucky heard my voice he shot up and looked at me,”what are you doing here,” he ran to grab the bags from Mrs.Torelli out of my hands. “I felt bad about not letting you in, so until you’re allowed back I thought I’d eat lunch with you,” I held up the lunch I packed. He smiled and moved over on his bed,“I’d like that.”

And I kept my word. I ate lunch with Bucky everyday for 3 months. One day I burst into Bucky’s room, he wasn’t there, so I ran into the kitchen. Steve, Bucky, and anyone watching looked really confused. I grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him towards the elevator FUBAR close behind. “woah, (Y/N), slow down,” he almost tripped over the steps to the elevator. “sorry, I’m just excited,” and with that the doors close. When the doors opened I led him to the doors out side the shop door,”close your eyes,” I was smiling like an idiot. he rolled his eyes, but closed them. “Now open them,” his eyes grew wide. In front of him was a black arm made of titanium (mixed with the smallest bit of vibrainum because that shit is expensive),”Tony did all the tech work but don’t worry I made sure he didn’t go overboard. and the final product was a NIGHTMARE to weld, but it’s worth it.” He just stood there,”It’s….it’s, amazing, you made this,” he was walking closer and I was getting nervous. I admit I have feelings for Bucky but, I don’t want to rush him, he’s been through so much, he should be ready. “yeah, now lets get this baby on you, and don’t worry, you can actually take this one off if you want,” I moved away because it was getting a little too much for me. I pulled out a seat,”come on,” I patted the chair. He sat down and I put the sleeve on him. Once the arm was on I took a step back,”I’m good,” I said while nodding my head slowly. He tried moving it but it barely budged. My smile faltered,”don’t worry, it takes some getting used to, I’ll help you.” he looked a little happier after I’d said that. He crouched down and let FUBAR sniff his arm,”what do you think buddy,” he then scratched under his collar. FUBAR just barked happily, I guess we were both happy to see Bucky smiling .

Bucky’s P.O.V

Trying to get my new arm to cooperate with the rest of my body was difficult, frustrating even. It’s been 7 months and I can barely hold a knife let alone use it. “THIS IS POINTLESS,” I yelled. “relax, how about we walk FUBAR huh,”(Y/N) suggested. I’m surprised she still believes in me It’s been a year, how is she not sick of me? I reluctantly agreed and kept the arm on for once.

One thing I like about (Y/N) is that she always has a joke or comeback, which came in handy today. “Hey buddy what are you doing,” some man yelled at me. I raised my eyebrow,”what are you talking about,” my head tilted to the side slightly. “ The girl,” he replied like it was obvious. “What are you talking about,” I was still confused. “Why are you near her, she’s black and you’re white,” he had the most punch-able face in that moment. I was about to say something but (Y/N) beat me to it,”it’s not the 1960′s or earlier he can hang out with me if he wants,” She grabbed me by the arm and we started to leave. He yelled,”yeah, walk away, all of you do. All of you are fucking disgusting. I bet your mom is a fucking broke slut like everyone else. I hope the KKK hangs all of you,” I knew what he was doing. (Y/N) stopped in her tracks. I was about to say something but she turned around and stalked over to him. If people thought my ‘murder strut’ was bad they should see hers. She grabbed him by the shirt,”say one more thing, I dare you,” Her teeth were gritted and she was staring holes into his eyes. I think this guy had a death wish because he kept on talking,”what, you’re gonna sit on me? I know you’re soft, won’t even hurt a fly. Bet a bitch like you is probably used to being the one under a man,” He smirked. That did it, especially with what happened to (Y/N) a while a go. Me and anyone watching knew he was screwed and no one stopped (Y/N). She brought her face closer,”everyone has a dark side,” I swear her eyes turned pitch black. I’m going to spare you the details but that guy’s gonna look like a walking mummy. I just stood there mouth open, this girl won’t even kill a roach but has no problem putting a guy in the hospital. She walked up next to me,”no one talks about my mom like that,” I got that message loud and clear.

I got more control over my arm, even to the point where I decided to wear it around everyone else. Tony’s birthday was coming up soon and we all know how Tony gets about celebrations especially if it’s about him. I would go if (Y/N) went, of course, I’m not gonna tell Tony that.

Your P.O.V

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY,” I shouted and placed a small cake in front of Mr. Stark. “Thanks, (Y/N). I assume you’ll be at the party after work,” he laughed. “sure, but don’t expect anything too fancy out of me,” I smiled.

Mr. Stark is known to have crazy party’s and this one is no acceptation. I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned around to see Bucky in a black leather jacket and jeans. “hey (Y/N), some party huh,” he ran his hand through his hair. “Yeah, it’s pretty-,”I cut myself off because I recognized a certain face. Bucky looked where I was ,”(Y/N), Is someone bothering you,” he asked. I snapped out of my trance,”no, hey where’s FUBAR,” I quickly changed the subject. He pointed towards an empty corner. I smiled “I know what that means and I don’t think you’re talking about the dog,” I moved closer. He looked at me,”no, it’s more about the one he’s assigned to, it’s pretty true,” He was getting closer. “I think he needs a more accurate name then,” we were millimeters away from each other now. We just stood there, all one of us had to do was close the gap and that year of unknown affection would end. But we were interrupted.

Him. I froze. “(Y/N), long time no see,” he had a cocky grin that I wanted to punch repeatedly. Bucky noticed how I was acting,”(Y/N), do you know this guy,” he looked concerned. He budded in,”of course she does, now I need to talk to her alone.” I moved closer to the corner FUBAR was in. I felt my body tense up but I refused to let any one see me cry.

So I ran.

I was in an empty hallway and I broke down. I started sobbing. Hy breath was getting caught in my throat. I was shaking like crazy. With every second going by it was getting harder to breathe. I hate this. I hate that one man can make me break down to points I’ve never experienced. I felt so helpless. Bucky found me and pulled me into his arms,”you’re okay, you’re okay,” he pulled me closer to his chest. After my breathing got back to normal he wiped my tears. He looked at me, “(Y/N), is he the guy,” he asked. I just nodded. His jaw clenched,”wait here,” he spoke through gritted teeth. I was sitting in the corner with FUBAR’s head in my lap when he came back. Except he wasn’t alone,”what the hell Buck,” Steve yelled. I poked my head around the corner, Steve, Mr. Stark, Black Widow, and Falcon were all staring at Bucky. He just rolled his eyes,”you didn’t let me get a good punch in,” He looked over to where I was. Mr. Stark noticed,”what are you looking at.” Bucky got defensive,”nothing.” Mr. Stark turned the corner to see my tear stained faced sat in the corner with a giant service dog in my lap. He looked extremely confused,”(Y/N), happened,” he had a look of pity on his face. Before I could answer Bucky said,”he happened,” and explained. Next thing I know, he is being pinned against the wall by an Iron man hand and they all take a swing at him, Bucky puts a little extra power in his though. He offered his hand to pull me up and I took it. He puts his arm around my waist,“no one does that to you,” He smirked, I laughed at the obvious reference to the incident a couple of weeks ago. He rubbed the back of his neck,”you can leave if you want, it’s understandable.” he looked a little upset. “I think I’ll stay, Why pass up a Stark party right,”I smiled. His eyes lit up and we walked back into the party.

It was actually fun when I went back in. I got to meet the rest of the Avengers and I think they liked me especially when most of the guest left and it was just us. I let out a yawn and rested my head on Bucky’s shoulder as Thor told one of his Asguardan battle stories. When all was said and done I said my goodbyes and left.

Bucky’s P.O.V

“Tell her how you feel Buck,” Steve said after (Y/N) left. “I will when the time is right,” I replied. He rolled his eyes,”it’s been a year, since you met her.” Of course everyone started getting involved. “If you don’t tell her I will,” Tony budded in. Steve joined the conversation again,”just, don’t wait too long,” Natasha comes in,”it’s obvious she likes you, what’s holding you back.” I sighed,”I’m scared and clueless okay. I don’t know what will happen when or if I ask her out and I’m worried that she’ll be a target to anyone trying to kill me,” that was valid right. Natasha spoke,”fate will be the judge of that, just go with it.” I knew I had to tell her eventually, “okay.”

A couple of days later I walked into her workshop. She stopped working and smiled at me,”Hey, this is a surprise,” she gave me a hug. I rubbed the back of my neck nervously,”can I talk to you for a second,” I stared at the floor. Her smile fell,”sure, I got time,” she said. I was so nervous I started talking really fast,”Ireallylikeyouand-,” she cut me off. “I can’t understand what you’re saying, slow down,”she laughed. I took a deep breath,”I really like you and I have for about as long as we’ve known each other. It’s okay if you don’t like me back or if you’re not ready.” She put her arms around my neck and I stopped talking. We paused for a second but I closed the gap. The kiss had a year of built up emotions poured into it and was better than anything I had imagined. When we pulled away she said,”what happens now.” I pulled her into my hip and kissed her on the cheek,“lets find out, doll,” I smirked. Tony and Steve walked in,”finally,”Tony yelled. “took you long enough,”Steve patted me on the back. Me and (Y/N) just laughed.

This was going to be good, I know it.