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Humans are Space orcs

So, here is my little contribution to the whole humans are space orcs idea, which I have been absolutely loving since I found it.

On the eleventh polar rotation of the seventh month of the earth solar cycle 2538, an event occurred that would forever be seared into the minds of everyone near a visual screen within the galaxy. The Terran United National Dominion Had been spreading its exploratory reaching ever farther. This led to conflict with many species, but diplomatic term had always been met, whether it being through full sharing of all findings, a small taxation for crossing of borders, or the humans respectfully agreeing to leave if found trespassing. However, there was one species, that found the mere prospect of the human exploration to be an affront.

These were the Nem, a proud people Who were feared their physical prowess in claw to claw combat upon boarding a ship, which they were quite good at with their lightweight, but very maneuverable ships. They felt that the entire galaxy belonged to them, and from this belief, they felt it was their right to not just restrict humans for from going any place that was not first explored by the Nem, but to tax them for all places they had already gone. The Nem even went as far as to demand that the Human intersolar mass trading and diplomatic post that reached from the surface of their core world, to the edge of its lower orbit, a structure unlike any other in the galaxy, the Ouroboros Station, be handed over to their control.

This created a conflict that had been avoided by other species, which had agreed simply to bring a Nem crew member with them, and to give at least half of whatever they found, unless the Nem asked for more, and what they ask for was not something needed by the discovering races. The humans on the other pincer, while able to be diplomatic, and rather quite intelligent, have a special feature few other races have, stubbornness. As they continued to deny payment to the Nem, their research vessels were boarded, some killed, but for the most part simply looted, and in return a human cruiser would eradicate the stray Nem boarding scifer that was not quite fast enough. It was war, much like any other war, for after all both races were known to be warrior races.

But on the polar rotation in question, the Nem took something from the humans that other races knew never to take. They took the lives of many humans, that were not famous, nor special, but were still each one part of their own pack. On that polar rotation, a game of leg sphere, the final in a massive tournament apparently, was taking place, when a dull crack was heard through the sky. It was enough to get the attention of many people, but the “competitive sport” of leg sphere went on. It was not until the large visual screen that had been used to show the events of the game switched  to instead show a reporter that the fighters on the field stopped in their tracks, and stared up at it, slowly carrying the gaze of the entire crowd.

“I’m coming to live on Channel 12 galactic new broadcast, with a recent report that some form of projectile has just struck the…-” The reporter traled off with a look of terror in her eyes, like a vyscalky deathgrunt had just entered the room. She began again, but this time as though she had something lodged within her throat, “with a report that the Ouroboros has just been stuck by a foreign… a foreign projectile. I think I might be sick.. We go live, along with along other channels to my colleague in the news center on board the Ouroboros…”

The visual screen switched to depict a man in in a black suite, with a dark purple tie, sitting in front of a green backdrop, his head down, resting in his hands, a sign of human grief. “Keep the cameras rolling goddamn it…” with a shaky voice, “people of the earth… we have just been attacked. The Ouroboros station, from which I am reporting right now- oh god,” tears streaming down his face, he tilts his head back and puts his hands over his eyes. “From which I am reporting to you… has just been struck, and in moments will collide with the ground, killing myself, and millions of others. Oh fucking christ- no, no, keep the fucking cameras rolling damn it.” The lights now flickered, and changed to yellow hue, indicated an emergency state. “If you have loved ones within, then please, call them, as this will be your last-no, their last-chance to say that they love you.” The reporter suddenly breaks out into an uncontrollably grotesk sob, but manage a few last words, “To my little girl Susey,” choking back a tears, “I’m sorry sweety, but daddy’s not gonna make it home tonight to help you with your science project, and to my wife… Jennifer, I just want to let you and the kid know one last time time. I love y-” The transmission suddenly cut cut out leaving only the sound of static to be heard through the galaxy, as the feed had been transmitted on hyperlight links to ever visual screen in the galaxy.

Moments later, I remember overhearing a transmission for all human vessels to return to earth. This message alarmed me, as I had read in the human handbook that they humans would not give up a fight if those close to them had been harmed. What confused me further was the eagerness mixed in with the sadness that I felt from our captain, Human Jacobson, when I asked if the reason he was giving up the fight we were in with a small group of scifers was because he had pack member within the Ouroboros. He responded so quietly my atulary receptors almost did not pick up him say, “no, I didn’t personally know any of them. But God help us if I’m going to choose to follow those scifers of returning home to aid in whatever way we can.”

It was found out only moments after, that the object that struck the station was a Nem super boarder, that had the thought that it could jump out of ftl right next the the station, thus avoiding any form of security, and and take the Station by claw. This discovery led to such an anger throughout the humans, my species, nor any other as far as I know, ever expected from the humans. Offering our condolences for their losses, many different races lant their aid services to them, in rebuilding, and healing. They accepted these services, but to my confusion, they did not rebuild the lost structure, but instead cleared the rubble,took care of their death rituals, and then constructed an odd building, with the only purpose being to list the names of every being that lost their life in the event.

One polar rotation later, the massive fleet of human cruisers that had gathered around the system left, I originally thought to return to each of our individual missions. Instead, our cruiser, along with the million other headed directly for Nem space, which was highlighted in red on our star charts for us to avoid. The exchange I had with captain human Jacobson still lingers with me to this moment…

“Captain, why are our bearings pointed directly for Nem space? Should we not return to the war we were fighting with them instead of heading to our most certain demise in their home territories?”

“War? What we were doing out there wasn’t a war Xen’Chak. That was simply pest control.”

“If that was pest control… Then what are we about to go do?”

To this a crease formed between captain human Jacobson’s brows, as what I have heard to be a human sign of anger, or thought. He said two words back to me.

“Pest extermination”

Within two cycles, or found a half earth solar cycles, the Nem empire had not just shrunk, but had been entirely eradicated. Before this, I thought that many of the things in the handbook about why humans were to be feared had been simple misunderstandings, or even maybe just false statement put in the human handbook. But, after the event that I not just witnessed, but took part in, I know now why humans are registered as a warrior race.They also proved to all other species one thing, and that was that if the galaxy belonged as a whole to any of us, it was they humans, and thank our ancestors that they are not like the Nem in their desire to prove it.

Submitted by: @argoth-synclare

The New Neighbors x Dan Howell & Phil Lester

Originally posted by movingdiscourse

requested by anon ; Hi :) now that Dan and Phil are moving out of their appartment, could you write something where they become your new neighbours? Thank you

A/N : I know they don’t really moved to an apartment (i think) but let’s go with it for the sake of the storyline c:

The apartment next to [Y/N]’s had been empty for a while, something that was rather odd for a building in London. Not that she didn’t mind to have the floor to herself. [Y/N]’s downstairs neighbors hardly ever were home, so she could turn up the volume of her stereo just a tad more.
But one day [Y/N] got rudely disturbed while she were watching her favorite TV-show. Loud screams and groans were heard from the stairs.
‘For fuck sake, Phil,’ She heard a guy say, followed by another guy laughing – probably Phil.
‘I can’t help it!’ Phil said, still laughing. ‘We’re both way too weak for this, Dan.’
‘Oh, talk about yourself, will you. You’re the one that had to take all this bullshit stuff with you.’
[Y/N] had a hard time to not burst out laughing, since the conversation was pretty hilarious. But at the same time she did want to open up her door and yell at the guys for interrupting her Netflix binge watch.
But she decided to eavesdrop for just a little bit longer. Judging by their voices, they were around her age. But you never could be too sure.
So [Y/N] took out her earbuds, pushed away her laptop from her lap and onto her bed.
‘It’s not bullshit! Those are all memories from my videos.’
‘Whatever, just lift up the box again.’ It seemed to stay quiet for a bit, until she heard them run down the stairs again. That went on for a bit, accompanied with occasional cursing and screams. She did hope they weren’t that loud at night.
And what did the one guy mean with … videos. [Y/N] could only guess what was meant with that.
The cycle of silence, shouting and running down the stairs was repeated for a few times. [Y/N] was still not sure if she should open up the door or stay inside the safe space of her apartment.
But, a loud BENG pushed her over the edge and made her walk towards her front door. When she opened up, she saw two guys standing in on the stairs, a brown box between the two of them.
‘Eh, excuse me, but what the fuck are you two doing?’ [Y/N] asked loudly so they would understand and hear her.
The guy with the brown hair turned his head since his back was facing her, and the one with the black hair looked up.
‘Oh, hi!’ The last one said. ‘We’re, eh, we’re moving in. Sorry to disturb you. We’ll be done soon.’
‘Soon? Ha, wouldn’t count on that since somebody can’t lift for shit.’ The one with the brown hair said.
‘What?! That’s not true! You just don’t have any coordination!’
‘Oh, but –‘
‘I hate to disturb your lovely conversation, but you two know that there’s an elevator, right?’ [Y/N] said, pointing towards the steel door where the elevator was behind.
‘Oh God.’ The one with the brown hair said, softly shaking his head. ‘That’s just great.’ The guy with the black hair just started laughing, making [Y/N] smile too.
‘Welcome to the building.’ She grinned. ‘I’m [Y/N], by the way.’
‘Well, hi, [Y/N], I’m Dan, and that there is Phil.’
‘Nice to meet you,’ [Y/N] grinned again. ‘Need some help getting those boxes up?’
‘If you don’t have anything else important to do,’ Phil smiled. ‘Because then yes, please!’
‘I was just binge watching a show, so it’s fine.’
‘I think we’ll get along just fine,’ Dan laughed. ‘C’mon Philly, let’s get this box up the stairs.’
They got the box up the stairs, and then [Y/N] went downstairs with them to get the last couple of boxes with the elevator. Dan and Phil both couldn’t understand how they’d missed the lift, but [Y/N] found it very entertaining.
When all the boxes were in their apartment, they invited [Y/N] over to thank her by paying her pizza, they all ate together.
At that moment, [Y/N] knew she would get along just fine with her new neighbors.

Our strange bond

Requests: Open!

A/N: This is for @amarvelouswritings 2.1k followers challenge.
– English is not my maternal language, sorry if this has any grammatical errors.

Prompts:  6) Do I love you? Yes. Do I like you? That’s still up for debate.  15) If you think I don’t feel anything for you, then you are more stupid than I thought.  37) You’re stuck with me, like it or not.

Summary: A mission goes wrong and some avengers must make a difficult decision, while Bucky and Y/N must be honest with themselves about their strange relationship.

Fandom: MCU.

Genre: Angst, drama, friendship, romance and fluff (a little bit of both).

Warnings: Curse/Swearing, lots of blood, violence, death.

Originally posted by buckingoffthebed

“We’ve to get out of here!” a male voice screamed in the background. “This building won’t hold out any longer!” ordered that man, who seemed to be Steve.

“Captain, cover me!” asked Clint who fired his arrows in every possible direction to bring down all possible HYDRA agents. “The first bomb has detonated, it won’t be long before detonation of the second one.” he said as he finished annihilating the agents.

“Cap, we’re all out, only you are missing.” reported Tony from the outside.

“Well, come on now.” Steve said as he walked out the door. “I’m looking forward to end this mission.”

“Yeah, me too.” Clint said as the arch was placed in his back.

“Hey, Y/N, you’re very quiet.” Bucky said suddenly, who had just left by the other side of the building. “That’s odd, Are you not going to answer me? Did the joke before bother you so much?” Bucky kept asking in a joking tone.

“Y/N, I would kick frosty’s ass if I were you,” Nat defended her friend. “Y/N?”

“Friday.” Tony talked. “What happened to Y/N’s equipment?”

“This gives me a bad feeling.” murmured Clint, who just left the building with Steve.

Steve, Bucky, Nat, Tony and Clint were outside the building looking around for signs of their friend and companion, who wasn’t with them and wasn’t responding neither.

“Her equipment failed when the first explosive detomated, sir.” reported Friday about Y/N.

The faces of all present changed as they heard that.

“Fuck.” Bucky whispered with concern. “I’m coming in!” Bucky said as he headed for the collapsing building.

Steve stopped him. “It’s dangerous, Buck.”

“Friday, localize her.” Tony ordered with anguish.

“Before the detonation she was in the basement, next to the stairs, 20 meters from the bomb, sir.” Friday reported in the usual tone.

“Do you know if she’s alive?” Clint asked in fear of the answer.

“I’m afraid I don’t know what to say to that, Agent Barton.” said Friday. “But considering an explosion of that magnitude, anyone who’s been as close to the bomb as agent Y/L/N was… has no chance of survive.”

They all looked at each other with fear and sadness, the tragedy had taken someone important away from them again.

“Steve.” Bucky spoke to Captain America “Let me go,” ordered “I’m coming in.” he muttered.

Clint looked sadly at his partner “Barnes… There’s nothing we can do.” he said with tears in his eyes.

Bucky let go of his friend’s grip. “She’s our friend! We can’t abandon her! We can’t let her die!” he screamed with anger.

“Bucky…” Nat spoke. “Please don’t…”

“It’s Y/N, she’s my… She’s our friend! I’m not going to consider her dead, not without seeing her first.” Bucky said as he rushed toward the crumbling building.

“Bucky!” called Steve to his friend, but he didn’t stop “Shit.” said before he ran after his friend. “Guys, if you see that we don’t go out… Just leave.” ordered Captain America “And don’t even think about going in.”

Once they entered the building, the two men went straight to the basement and started calling their friend’s name, to find her and get out of there as soon as possible.

“Y/L/N!” cried bucky as loudly as possible “Where are you? Y/N!” he shouted as he approached the blast site.

“Y/N!” the captain called his friend “Y/N!” while he covered his face to not breathe the smoke

“Y-Y/L/N… Y/N!” Bucky kept screaming while he coughed.

A few meters from where the boys were, there was Y/N who was stunned by the explosion. She listened to her teammates shouting at her. They were desperate.

Y/N tried to get up, but a sharp pressure and pain stopped her from doing it. She looked up at her legs and saw she had several tons of debris on the right leg. She tried to free herself, but all she got was more weight to fall on her.

She looked at the rest of her body, she had several wounds and bruises on his arms, torn clothing and an ugly burn on her right side of the body. The burn came from the right side of the abdomen, what Y/N could see, to her trapped leg.

Suddenly she felt a liquid coming down her face, it was blood. She gasped for surprise and leaned back.

Everything started to get cloudy and twirled. Little by little she stopped listening to the voices of her friends, and the only thing she heard was an annoying beep. Suddenly she fainted.

“Barnes!” cried Y/N in desperation,“You’re a pain in the ass!”

Bucky approached her with a mocking laugh “Oh, come on! I just asked you if you’re dating Thor.” he said as he pretended to be innocent. “And you haven’t answered me, are you two dating?” he asked as he followed his companion and entered the common room.

“Ahhg!” Y/N exclaimed as she dropped on the couch “Leave me alone, Barnes!”

“What’s going on?” asked Sam from the other couch.

“Barnes is what’s going on, Sam.”

“What about Bucky?” Wanda who just walked into the room with Tony, Natasha and Bruce, asked.

“He’s always ignoring me when I talk to him, but when he gets bored, the only thing he does is annoys me.”

“I just asked you if you’re dating Thor.” Bucky spoke with a malevolent smile. “And you haven’t answered the question yet.”

“I don’t have to do it.” the girl folded her arms.

“She neither claims nor denies it.” said Tony, “Interesting.”


“For me they are dating.” Sam commented.

“Naah…” said Natasha as she sat with Y/N on the couch. “Thor is not her type.” she winked at her.

Y/N and Natasha laughed at what the redhead meant.

“Oh, I get it then.” Tony pointed out to both of them. “So you two…”

The two women laughed even more.

“No, Tony.” said Bruce shyly. “They’re not together.”

“How do you know that?” asked Sam curiously.

“Well, because Natasha is dating…” Bruce said in a whisper. “We’re together, Nat’s dating me.”

Everyone was impressed, except Y/N who already knew.

“How quiet you were, you little monster.” said Tony gawking.

“So…” Bucky talked “who’s she dating?” he asked with a little bit of jealously.

“Me.” Steve said as he walked into the room.

Y/N winked at Captain America. He did the same thing.

Bucky was speechless.

Later that day, when Y/N left the training room, she was escorted to her room by Bucky, because he had also finished training. All the way to the rooms they were in silence.

The first room was the Super Soldier’s. He said goodbye to Y/N and set off for his own, but Bucky interrupted her.

“Y/N.” called the man and she turned around to see him.“I’m sorry.”

“Why?” she asked.

“For bothering you all day. For the stupid questions.” Bucky spoke as he opened his door.

“Barnes, it’s nonsense. Don’t worry.” she said with a smile. “Good night.” she said as she left.

“I’m glad you’re with Steve.” Bucky said as he saw his mate leaving. “He deserves to be happy.” he said as soon as he walked into his room.

Y/N turned around briefly and saw where the man had gone.

“You really are an idiot.” Y/N whispered before she went to her room. “When will he find out?”

“Y/N.” whispered Steve as he found his unconscious companion on the floor “Oh, my God…” he whispered as he saw how she was.

“Y/N, please…” Bucky said as he bent down to see if she was still alive.“She’s still alive, barely, but she is.”

“Help me remove the debris from her bod.” Steve asked his friend. “We don’t have to much time.”

Both men tried to lift the debris, to free Y/N but it was useless. As they tried again the girl regained consciousness and began to moan and scream because of the pain.

“Shhh…. Shhh…” Steve tried to calm the girl down.“Easy, calm down. Easy.” he said as she stroked her hair to calm her.

“You have to go” she whispered. “go away, please.” Y/N begged as tears streamed down her face.

“No!” Bucky said. “We’re not gonna leave you alone, you hear me?”

Steve looked at his friend and then he looked at Y/N and nodded “Let’s get you out of here.”

Bucky and Steve tried to pick up the debris again, but it was no worthy. Y/N only maoned for the pain that felt.

“It’s useless, please.” Y/N looked at Bucky as she was crying. “Go away, please.”

“We’re not leaving you! Fuck!” Bucky exclaimed desperate. “Don’t insist, please…” he whispered with tears in the eyes.

“There have to be some alternative.” Steve said. “But I can’t think of any one.”

They were silent for a few moments until Y/N came up with an idea.

“I do. I have one.” confessed the girl in fear. “But it won’t be nice.” she looked at Bucky’s knife.

Steve realized what she meant. “Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no, no,” he said immediately. “We can’t…”

“Steve,” Y/N called the captain.“It’s the only way I can get out of here, and if you can’t do it… Go. I don’t want you to die here.”

Steve looked at Bucky who was in shock for what they were going to do. There was no choice.

“Please, do it. It’s the only way we can get out of here. Please, Barnes, Steve.”

“All right.” said the captain as he put his hands on his head

“I will do it.” Bucky said with fear.

“No!” said Steve and Y/N at the same time.

“I’ll do it, Bucky.” Steve said decidedly.

Suddenly the building shuddered. The second bomb had detonated, and more debris thrilled to fall.

“Bucky, take my shield and give me your knife.” the blonde man ordered. “Let’s cover ourselves with the shield.”

The young woma look at her two companions who were mentally preparing for what was coming.

“This is not going to be very nice.” Steve said as he prepared. “It’s gonna hurt.”

“I know.” Y/N said as she breathed agitatedly. “I’ll scream.” she sighed. “Well I’ll scream loudly.”

Bucky took his partner’s hand and she squeezed it as she watched him “Squeeze whatever you want.” Sergeant Barnes offered and she nodded.

“Believe me, I will.” she said laughing at the nerves. “Please be quick.”

Steve nodded and wore the sweat off his forehead. “I’ll try.”

Steve made the first cut and the blood began to sprout violently from Y/N’s leg. Bucky closed his eyes trying not to see the terrifying image, but he could still imagine it while listening to his friend’s cries of pain and suffering.

“Barnes!” exclaimed Y/N as she saw her partner who was training with Clint “I need you, please is… Urgent” she said agitated.

“In what way do you need me?” he asked in a mischievous tone.

Clint was stunned to hear that from his friend. Did they ever been like that before?

“Always the same, Barnes.” said Y/N tiredly. “Clint, I need you…” she said, ignoring Bucky.

“I’m still here!” Bucky said bewildered to see that he had been ignored.

Clint laughed when he saw what had just happened “What do you need?” he asked.

“You see, you remember this cafeteria where they made pancakes and waffles?” asked Y/N to hawkeye, he nodded energetically.

“There’s a proposition!” said the young woman enthusiastically.

“A proposition?”

“Yes! And a very good one! If you pick up an escort, you have three desserts at the price of one, and if you bring an older person too… It’s free!” the woman spoke with emotion.

“Come on now!” Clint said as he left.

“Can I come too?” Bucky begged,“I’m old, I’m ninety-something years old!” he reported.

“We have got Steve!”

“See ya, Grandpa!” Clint laughed.

When they arrived at the cafeteria and found a place to sit, Clint began questioning Y/N about his relationship with Bucky. Their relationship was strange. Really strange.

“Be honest with me.” Clint told his friend. “Do you like Barnes? Do you have feelings for him?”

Steve looked curiously at Y/N who ate nervously trying to avoid the questions.

“No way!” exclaimed Clint, interpreting her partner’s nervousness as an answer.

“Since when?” Steve asked intrigued.

“I don’t like him,” Y/N said with her mouth full.

“Y/N?” both men asked at once, she gave up.

“Since a few months ago.” replied the girl after swallowing.

“You should tell him.” Clint suggested.

“Yeah! No! Have you lost your mind?”

“I’m serious. You just have to see each other to realize that you two have something,” Hawkeye said as he chewed.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full” Rogers told Barton.

“Yes, Mother.” Barton mocked to the Captain America. “Listen to me, Y/N/N.”

“I agree with him.” Steve said. “You should tell Bucky.”

“Guys, guys. Barnes has no feelings for me, and yet our relationship is very strange. So no. I’m not gonna ask him out. I don’t want things to get any weirder.”

“Okay, do whatever you want Y/N.” Clint said. “But at least be honest with yourself and what you really want.”

The building was practically collapsed and Clint, Tony and Natasha feared the worst.

“Shit.” Tony whispered in a broken voice.

Natasha looked away to not show her tears. Clint, on the other hand, fell to his knees as he looked at the image. No one could believe what had just happened. His companions had fallen. Bucky, Steve and Y/N, they were gone.

Silence reigned in the place, except for the noise of some debris that kept falling and the sobbing of Natasha, who collapsed from the pain.

“Tony!” they heard someone screaming not far from where they were. “We have to go now!” was Steve running to his team.

They all looked surprised and relieved to see Steve running toward them. Behind him was Bucky with Y/N in his arms.

“Fuck,” Clint said while approaching Bucky and watching Y/N.

They all looked at the youngest of the group, half-dead in Bucky’s arms, who was crying and trembling. They’ve never seen the sergeant like that before.

Clint had been right, about his bad feeling.

Once on the Quinjet, Bucky never separated from Y/N at any time. Everyone was watching the scene, as Bucky cried and took his partner’s hand. No one interrupted to give him some privacy. Everyone knew about the feelings of both of them.

No one said anything, the only thing that was heard was Bucky’s sobs. Suddenly the young woman clutched her partner’s hand, he looked at her with uncertainty.

“Y/N…” bucky said as he stroked her hair. “I’m so sorry… Everything that happened to you.”

She slightly denied and smiled at her partner, to calm him down. “Barnes, it’s okay,” she said before he coughed up blood.

Everyone was alarmed because of that, so they approached.

“Hey, what’s up?” Natasha spoke.

“I’m cold and sleepy…” murmured Y/N with a slight frown.

“Don’t even think about going to sleep!” demanded someone.

“Just… Just a few minutes. I’m very tired.” said Y/L/N without energy.

“Hey, Y/N, You’re stuck with me, like it or not.” Bucky said as he took both hands from his partner. “So don’t fall asleep, okay? Squeeze my hands, you hear me? Squeeze them.”

“Okay…” she whispered as she clenched Bucky’s hands.

Once they arrived to New York, the first thing they did was go to the best hospital in the city where they would take care of Y/N. Wanda and Vision arrived before, they were already waiting for the group to arrive.

“Wanda, I’m sure Y/N will come out of this. She always does.” Vision said, putting her hand on her lover’s shoulder.

“I’m afraid. I don’t want to lose another person I care about. She’s like my sister.” said Scarlett Witch.

Vision hugged her and she hid her face in his neck.

“You know? She’s managed to be like the sister I never had. In some way she reminds me of Pietro.” Wanda spoke as she cried and still hugging Vision.

A few moments later the team reached there with a serious and sad look.

“How’s Y/N?” Vision asked when he saw his companions.

“She was in cardiorespiratory arrest.” Clint said.

“And his wounds? What does she have?” Wanda asked.

“She’s got a burn all over his right part of the body, from the abdomen to… to…” Natasha was trying to inform.

“To the stump” ended up saying Tony. “The only way to save her and get her out of the building was to cut her leg off.” he said with impotence. “The rest are bruises.”

Nobody said anything after that. Silence reigned in the place, again.

“We’re drunk.” admitted Wanda.

“And a lot.” Y/N said with a silly smile.

“Hey… have they noticed we’re missing?” Wanda asked with laughter.

“Naaah. Besides, we’re well hidden…”

“In Tony’s closet.”

“I thought we were in the pantry.”

“We’re very drunk.”

“And disoriented” Y/N gave a drink to the bottle, then she laughed.

“You look like a pig when you laugh like that!” said Scarlett Witch.

“I found them!” Clint shouted after discover the two ladys.

“Wanda grab the bottle and run!” Y/N yelled while throwing a shoe to Clint.

“Hey!” he said as Wanda and Y/N escaped.

Y/N and Wanda split up after leaving Tony’s room. Y/N ran quietly so none of her companions would find her. Everything was fine until she didn’t know how, Bucky was carrying her on his shoulder.

“Friday warns the others that I already have Y/N.” Bucky said as he tried to put up his friend who kept trying to escape.“Tell them I’m taking her to bed.”

“What!? No!” complained Y/N “Don’t be a spoilsport! I was having fun with Wanda!”

“The fun is over for today, miss.” Bucky commented with a smile.

“You’re a killjoy, Barnes! You don’t know what fun is” the young woman protested.

At that moment they arrived to Y/N’s room.

Bucky released Y/N on the bed and gave her a seductive but playful look. “Oh, Doll, I know what fun is. And I know how to have a good time.” he winked.

She blushed. “Barnes…” she said as approached him.

“Y/N…” he imitated her.

“I have something to tell you.” Y/N confessed as she looked his friend in the eye.

“Tell me.” he said as he approached her.

“I… I’d like to know if…” Y/L/N was trying to talk while she finished bridging the gap between them.

Bucky rested his forehead on Y/N’s, who looked at his face attentively. Bucky looked at his companion’s lips and kissed them before he knew it.

The kiss was short but sweet and passionate, with a taste of cake and alcohol.

“I’m sorry…” Bucky said when he broke the kiss. “I shouldn’t have done that. You’ re…”

“Barnes” murmured Y/N. “It’s… Okay, really. It’s Okay.”

“But you and…”

“I love you” Y/N snapped.

“What?” asked the Sergeant with his eyes open for the surprise “You love me?”

“Yeah!” she admitted. “Do I love you? Yes. Do I like you? That’s still up for debate.” she said playfully as he hugged Bucky.

“Y/N, but you and-”

“Y/N,” Steve said after he showed up.

Bucky looked at his friend and then at Y/N with whom he was hugging. He nodded his head and looked at the young woman. He kissed her on the forehead and went to Steve’s.

“You should put her to bed. She drank.” he said as he looked at Y/N before leaving “Good night,” and Winter Soldier left.

“What happened?” asked Steve approaching Y/N, who was now sitting in her bed.

“He kissed me.” she said. “And I’ve told him I love him.”

“He kissed you?”

“Yes, Captain.”

“And you told him you loved him?”

“Yes, Captain.”

“You’re drunk.”

“Yes, Captain.”

“Stop saying that.”

She nodded clumsily. “Yes, Captain.” she said as she was laying down. “Oh captain, my captain.”

“Bucky…” Steve called his friend who was sitting in the hospital hallway. “You should go home and get some rest.”

“It’s my fault,” the brunette man said with a lost stare.

“What are you talking about?” asked the blonde man.

“That she… It’s my fault what happened to her, Steve.”

Steve sat next to him “Of course it’s not, Buck.”

“I made a joke that bothered her. I told her that she couldn’t have us both. She looked at me confused and went to the bomb, unknowingly. Then it detonated.”

Steve squeezed his friend’s shoulder as a sign of support.

“I kissed her, the other night.” Bucky broke the silence.

“I know,” confessed Steve. “She told me.”

“I kissed your girlfriend, Steve,” she said,“I’m… In love with her. I’m in love with your girlfriend.”

Steve hugged his friend tightly. “She’s not my girlfriend, she never was.”

“What? But… you said…”

“It was a joke of ours.”

Bucky laughed a little.

“She may die. Y/N may die.”

“She won’t. She always manages to come back to us.” Steve spoke.

“This better be it. Because I have to tell her something.” Bucky said in tears.

“That you love her?” asked Steve looking at his friend.

“Yeah, that I love her.” Bucky whispered.

Y/N woke up agitated, like she did every night. all she could feel was a little pain. She was very dazed and dizzy from the medication she was taking for pain and healing the wounds.

It’s been two weeks since the altercation.

As she remembered the mission again, a chill invaded her entire body. She remembered the explosion, being trapped and… Asking Steve to cut her leg off.

She lifted up the sheets and was able to confirm that it wasn’t a nightmare. Everything had happened. Everything was real. Very real.

Y/N took her hand to the stump and felt incomplete. A huge emptiness possessed her, but she immediately felt grateful to be alive.

“Y/N?” she heard a male voice calling her.

“Steve…” she said in tears. He ran to hug her.

Steve started crying. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered.

“You can’t sleep, can you?”

“No, actually. I can only think of that mission, Y/N.” he replied as he sat on his friend’s bed.

“It’s not your fault. You did what you had to do. You saved me, Steve.” said Y/N with tears in her eyes. “You saved me.”

“Your leg…”

“I can live without it. I’ll manage to do it.”

“You won’t be able to…”

“To be an Avenger?” asked the young woman to her friend. “I know. But hey.” she took Steve’s face.

“Yes?” asked Captain America with a look of guilt.

“I’d rather not be an Avenger than be dead.”

“Being an Avenger was your dream.” Steve spoke.

“Yeah, it was. But don’t you think it’s about time I fulfilled my other dreams too?” asked Y/N with a smile.

“Like what?” asked Steve calmly.

“I don’t know. Maybe settle down? Adopt a cat? Travelling?” Y/N said with bright eyes as she saw what the future might hold.

“You can do that with… Bucky?” said innocent Steve.

“With Barnes! Steve… He doesn’t feel the same way, he never felt–”

“If you think I don’t feel anything for you, then you’re more stupid than I thought” Bucky said from the bedroom door.

“Oh, my God. You’ve heard everything. Steve, Barnes heard us.” said Y/N with her hands on her face, dead in shame.

The silence reigned for a few moments.

“I think it’s about time you two talked things over.” Steve said as he walked out the door. “I’ll leave you two alone.” he said before he patted Bucky on the shoulder and then left.

“Hey.” Bucky said as he went to his friend’s bed.

“Hi.” Y/N said shy. “I’m sorry about this. What you’ve heard. Steve just…” she spoke as she looked at Bucky who kept going to her.

Bucky shortened the distance between them and before Y/N could speak he kissed her gently.

“Why?” asked Y/N confused after the kiss.

“I love you too.” Bucky whispered against his friend’s lips.

“I never told you that.” whispered Y/N as she rested her forehead against Bucky’s.

“You did it. I kissed you and then you told me.” Bucky confessed.


“One night, after one of Tony’s parties. You and Wanda hid in his closet and got drunk. I took you to your room, and well, it happened.” Bucky explained with a smile as he remembered that night. “I thought you and Steve were dating and that’s why I didn’t…”

Y/N kissed Bucky this time. Bucky hugged the young woman tightly. They had finally cleared things up.

“Y/N…” the man called her in a whisper.

“Yeah, Bucky?” Y/N questioned as she looked into the man’s eyes.

“This is the first time you’ve ever called me that.” Winter Soldier was surprised, and he smiled at her. “I like it.”

“What were you going to tell me?”

“Well, I was going to ask you.” the sergeant spoke. “I was going to ask you… If you would like to be my best girl?”

Y/N nodded. “I would love to be your best girl, Barnes.”

“Where is the ‘Bucky’ thing?” Bucky asked, pretending to be annoying.

“Hush…” she whispered as she hugged her now boyfriend tightly.

“By the way, Y/N.” Bucky spoke softly.

“Yes? Tell me…”

“I think your dreams of traveling, adopting a cat… They’ll have to wait.“

“Why do you say that?” she asked confusedly.

“Because your dream of being an avenger is not over yet.” Bucky explained to his girlfriend.

“But I do not…”

“I met with T'Challa and he offered to create a new leg for you.” Bucky told her.

Y/N began to cry with emotion. “What? Really?”

“Really.” Bucky kissed her forehead. “He says he owes you for saving him in Vienna.”

“My God…” Both avengers hugged. “I love you.”

“I know. I love you, too.”

“It’s official, they’re together!” Vision said as he passed the wall and walked away.

“What the hell?” Bucky muttered.

“I knew it!” they both heard someone screaming. Clint. “They said ‘I love you’! They’re a couple! They’re really dating!” the Hawkeye exclaimed. “They’re in love!”

“Tony! Tony! Take out the champagne!” cried Sam in somewhere in the compound.

“Damn you, Vision!” Bucky whispered.

“Damn it! Now everyone knows!”

Y/N said leaning her head against Bucky’s shoulder.

The both of them laughed.

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no 5: pretending to be married

Are the rumours true, Mr Nikiforov? Are you really married to your secretary?” 

Yuuri turns off the television, backing up onto the bed and trying to slow his breathing. Married. Viktor Nikiforov had gone ahead and declared that they were married.

Of all the things he had expected when he selected “cute everyday romance”, marriage had been so beyond his expectations that he’d been thrown for a loop when Viktor had actually done it. According to him, it’s the best way to deflect attention from Yuuri, currently an enigma without any form of credentials in this world. The story is that they had met and eloped in Japan, and that’s why Yuuri Katsuki couldn’t possibly be the saboteur, no matter what the press say about a strange man resembling him leaving the HMC building at odd hours.

Yuuri’s pretty sure he’ll never not be reeling from this.

Slowly he sinks to the bed, just in time to see the door open and Viktor Nikiforov stride through, hanging up from a phone conversation with someone. “Hello Mr Katsuki-Nikiforov,” he says, his eyes unbearably soft and beautiful as he looks at Yuuri, and Yuuri can feel his traitorous heart do a flip in his chest.

“Married?” he says, voice weak. 

“I told you, it’s the easiest route,” replies Viktor, winking.

“I’m still kind of light-headed,” Yuuri mumbles. 

Viktor crosses over to the bed, and presses a kiss onto his forehead. “Does that make you feel better?” he asks. 

Yuuri laughs. “You might have made it worse,” he admits, and Viktor chuckles, leaning their foreheads together briefly. 

“Get dressed in something nice,” he says. “Mr Katsuki-Nikiforov is going to wine and dine his new husband tonight at the Ritz.”

Yuuri grins. “I like the sound of that,” he says, and then pauses. “But to clarify, you’re wining and dining me, right?”

(drop me a fic trope and i’ll write about a fic i’d write with it)

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Author’s Note: here we go! finally getting to the beating heart of the story! i’m so glad i was able to finish this before i leave for vacation lmao. i’m working very hard on getting part 9 completed for next week, and it will likely be written/edited on the plane. if this does un-updated for a bit, please forgive me! i promise it will come back with a vengeance. enjoy!!

Song for this chapter: Amen - Daimon

Genre: Vampire!Chanyeol; horror; thriller; suspense; drama; eventual smut

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader (oc; female)

Rating (this chapter): R

Warnings (this chapter): graphic violence; explicit language; guns;

Word Count: 4,929

Prologue | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11a | 11b

The first thing you notice is the smell.

Chanyeol told you the walls had been coated in petroleum, but now, without him here to distract and infuriate you, your nose is burning with the stench. After so long in a cage filled with animal feces and the aroma of wet fur, you thought your nose was immune to the foreboding smells of death and decay. They surround you, taking on the scent of bubbling flesh, and you think perhaps this was done on purpose - a visceral sort of symbolism to keep you submissive and obedient.

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ISSUES -Part Two

Read part one- HERE 

Negan x you

When the saviours turn up early Negan comes face to face with one of the secrets Rick has been keeping from him. His eldest daughter.

Upcoming chapters will contain a lot of smut, suggestive rape, suggestive drug usage and of course bad language from the start.  

Word count 3,283 

Part Two

My breath sped up as everyone stood frozen in place waiting for what was gong to come next.

He seemed to be thinking deeply and it worried me. I could feel it pouring off of us.     

What was he going to do?

This couldn’t be good.

Rick should never of left.

I bloody told him.

If The Saviors were just going to turn up when ever they wanted he couldn’t keep going out and leaving.  Some of these people stupidly looked up to him and he owed them more than he could ever realise. I wish I could look up to him but  I didn’t agree with a lot of the things that had been happening recently and my trust was gone long before the dead started walking among us. 

Attacking that outpost had been the biggest mistake and Glen and Abraham paid the price for it. Sasha, Maggie and her unborn baby would have to live with that. Have those pictures run through their minds for the rest of their lives. That would never ever leave them.

Our family was fractured and I didn’t see anyway that was going to be fixed. How could it?

This man might of been semi responsible but Rick, the so called and self proclaimed leader was at the centre of it all.

Quickly I moved my eyes to look over our people and noticed Carl wasn’t here. What the fuck?  

Shaking my head slightly I hoped he had done what I told him not too do. As stupid as that sounds I hoped he was on his way to Hilltop.

With any luck Edith caught up with him and Judith was safe with the both of them.

“Okayyyyyy” he tapped the wire covered bat on concrete road beneath us “This is what’s going to happen” he began walking up and down looking every Alexandrian in the eye as he did  “My people are going to go in these homes and take what they want and you’re going to stay out here and behave like the good little boys and girls I know you can be”  he pulls the bat up to eye level in Arron’s face “You can sit, you can stand but you can’t move from out here until I damn well say so” he smiled wickedly and then started to move in your direction again.

I could feel my heart start to beat faster as he moved. Oh shit.

“Now” he pointed the barbwire covered bat right at you “ y/e”

“Oh fuck” I muttered under my breath. However apparently not quiet enough because the arse who was holding my arm chuckled. Oh fuck indeed.

“That’s Rick the pricks house. Right?” He tilted his head to our house that only a few moments ago you had been standing in front of with Edith and Judith. I couldn’t seem to form any words so I simply nodded my head swallowing the extra saliva that was now pooling in my mouth.

“Excellent” he threw his arms in the air “Time for some fun boys!” And just like that most of the saviors scattered forcing their way into our homes once again while the rest stayed with their guns pointed towards us.

Closing my eyes briefly I sighed as the one who had been holding my arm released it. Defiantly going to have a serious bruise from his fingers. Thanks fucker.

“Don’t look so sad little one” you jumped as you felt warm fingers pull your chin upwards.

Opening my eyes I once again came face to face with Negan. I didn’t hear or feel him move this close to me and that was alarming.

“Now I have got a special task for you darling” he stood up straight, releasing my chin as he did.

I started internally freaking out what did he mean by ’special’?

“I am thirsty” thirsty? “So you can follow me into Rick the Pricks house over here and make me some god damn lemonade!” Lemonade? He started walking away from you “Todayyyy!” He called over his shoulder as I starred at his back kind of in shock.

He wants me to make him lemonade? I didn’t know if we even had any in the kitchen. Shit.

This was it. Dad was going to come home and I was going to dead, splattered all over the damn place because we didn’t have any fucking lemonade.

I took a step forward to follow but then froze.  I could see Rosita shaking her head at me telling me not to follow him.

“DO NOT MAKE ME ASK AGAIN Y/E!” Looking at the house I found him standing at the front door pointing that damn bat at me. | didn’t like the thing, I assume thats why he has it. Scare tactic.

Quickly, not allowing myself to look at anyone else I made my way towards him, walking straight through the open door, him following silently behind.

The sound of the door clicking shut made me nervous.

It was just the two of us.

Negan and me.

Me and Negan.

The man who killed for fun.

If Dad was here he would be freaking out right about now.

I couldn’t help but nervously smile at that as I reached the kitchen. He would probably be more concerned that he wasn’t the one alone with Negan. Looking for a weakness he could use against him.

Not knowing if he was following behind me or not I move quickly. He wanted lemonade and that is what I was going to do. With any luck once he had his drink, if we even had any that is. God please let there be enough to make him at least one glass.  

Hopefully he will leave.

I could hear a lot of shouting and banging occurring outside as his men took even more of the stuff from our homes.

This wasn’t going to end well. Fuck sake Dad.

Opening a cupboard I let out a breath I wasn’t aware I’d been holding and pulled out a tub of lemonade. Thank god it doesn’t feel empty.

Olivia must of brought it over when she was looking after Judith yesterday.

Smiling I quickly made his damn drink. Aware the entire time that he was watching me from across the room.

The sound of a thud echoed throughout the room made me jump, my eyes quickly looked towards him. For the first time since being alone.

He was starring right back at me with those hazel eyes and that lop-sided smile.

“You’re very quiet” he noted as I went back to making his drink “Unusual in fact women normally don’t shut the fuck up unless you threaten to knock knock” he chuckled eyeing his weapon of choice.

Finding my voice I replied in a semi sarcastic voice “Yeah, well good for them”

His laugh caught you off guard and you spilt some of the lemonade on your hand and the floor as it poured into a glass.

“I like you” What? “No bullshit…. Itssssss” he waved a hand in the air “Refreshing

I must be hallucinating. Right?

“See your leader, Rick the Prick he..”

“My Dad” I blurted out not thinking. Oh shitting hell I should not of said that. Dad is going to kill me, if Negan doesn’t first.

“Excuse me?” He stood up straight “Ohhhhh so that explains the stink eye He’s your Daddy?”

Staying silent I just placed the glass on the table that separated us and moved backwards so my back was against the work top crossing my arms over my chest.

“So Daddy Rick has been hiding you from me then?” I didn’t answer. To be honest I didn’t dare speak as the man before me picked up the glass and brought it to his lips “Thats very interesting” he added with wide eyes before taking a sip.

“Damn thats good!” I Smiled, relieved.

“You sure are something” he snickered “So Daddy isn’t going to be home anytime soon? Shame I was hoping to see him”


“I miss him” he laughed at some kind of joke he must be thinking off. I sure as hell didn’t see why that was funny.

“So y/e” he said before taking another mouthful of lemonade “Lets talk” he pointed towards the front room before walking over to and sitting down almost gracefully onto one of the sofas, leaving his bat on the table in the kitchen.

“Come on” he patted the space next to him “I don’t bite” at that I raised my brows and walked closer “Well unless you ask ever so nicely anyway” he winked and I couldn’t help but laugh.

Really laugh.

I don’t remember the last time I laughed like this.

You know one of those full on belly laughs that makes you slightly light headed?

“Well that was fucking a beautiful sight and sound sweetheart” Negan speaking stopped me almost instantly and I suddenly remembered where I was and who I was with.


I had let my guard down for a few seconds there and that was dangerous to do in this world now. Dangerous to do with this man.

Ignoring his earlier move for me to sit down next to him I sat in a chair opposite instead.

“Okay” he said placing the now half empty glass down with a clink on the coffee table that we never used “Lets get straight to the point”

I could feel myself breathing harder as I nervously watched the man before me who didn’t fault as he held my gaze.

He both was and wasn’t what I thought he would be like at all.

The way they spoke about him he sounded more like a wild cave man from the prehistoric time than the one who was calmly sat in front of me now.

I knew he was dangerous, I wasn’t stupid, you couldn’t miss that but there was something more about him and I couldn’t put my finger on what it was exactly.

“Now you look like a smart girl y/e”

Did he just compliment me?

There was a odd tension building in the air as I continued to look at the man before me.

What was he going to say?

What was he going to do?

Why was I even here?

With him?

When he had hand-lessley dragged me into the house he hadn’t known I was Rick’s daughter. What was he doing?

“Now I know we fucking surprised you guys but thats the name of the game of this world” I could feel my teeth digging into my bottom lip as he spoke in a deep and commanding voice.

Why did he have to be so, so…..charismatic?

I mean I should feel nothing but hatred towards him… right?

“But I’ll let it slide that you didn’t have your great almighty fucking leader Rick the Prick here and I’ll even let it slide that you didn’t have my shit this one time. We came early, I respect that”

The blood pumping around my body began to get warmer as he leant forwards in his seat.

“But what I won’t deal with being damn disrespected”

“I’m no..not” I stuttered.

“Now now” he laughed and stood up towering over me like a damn tree or something that had been growing for hundreds of years “You have been more than hospitable doll but that Daddy of yours” clicking his tongue “He needs to be more respectful. Im not stupid I know he’s up to something

Nodding my head I didn’t know what to say.

“What else Is he hiding from me?” He asked eyeing me “Apart from your glorious self of course”

“I wouldn’t know” I answered honestly. Because that was the truth. I may be Rick Grimes daughter but I was never involved in his little meetings. The only thing I knew he was hiding was Judith and of course Maggie and I was not going to be the one to tell him about either one of them. I would rather face his bat than be the one to tell him. Judith was too innocent to have to face this and Maggie… well she just had been through enough.

“Don’t lie to me y/e” he raised his voice making me jump.

“I’m not lying to you, honestly all I do is stay here and look after Ju.. everyone elsefuck.



I had almost let her name slip between my lips. He seemed to disarm me being around him. I had to be more careful.

“You don’t leave?” He looked me up and down.

Shaking my head “No, not really Rick doesn’t want me out on runs or anything and we’ve been here for a while”

“So the last time you stepped foot outside of these walls was before you got here? To Alexandria?”

“Pretty much” I nodded my head.

There was of course the times you had snuck out, protected Judith and that time you had been to the quarry with that insanely massive heard of walkers.

Apart from that I hadn’t left here since Arron brought us.

I both hated it and was grateful at the same time. I wasn’t stupid though. I knew the reason why was because my Dad didn’t think I could cope, didn’t want me outside of his control, of his watchful gaze or whoever he had around to watch me. He didn’t want my help unless it was to look after the baby that wasn’t even his.  

“Well fuck me sidewaysssss” he started walking around the room. Running a leather clad finger over every surface as he went.

I bit my lip as I watched him move. He was one of the most graceful men I had seen in a very long time and I could feel it, him, awakening something inside of me that I had buried down so, so long ago.

Wait, what?

Stop it.

We hate him.


“Damn thats no fun huh?” He laughed almost evilly but there was something else there too. Almost glee?

“Well I’ll tell you what y/e” he stalked towards me causing me to sit as far back as I could in the chair. “If you ever and I do mean fucking ever want to get outside of these walls and have a little adventure I would be more than fucking happy. Jesus it would make my fucking week to have you at the Sanctuary” Sanctuary? Where was that?

“What?” I asked as he placed a hand on either side of the chairs arms, caging me in.

“Our own little paradise doll” he licked his bottom lip “All you have to do is say yes and you can come” widening his eyes he added “And if you say so in more ways than one” he added with a wink that almost made me openly drool.

My eyes widened and dilated as I processed what he said. Did he just? No?

Shaking my head I simply said “Thanks for the offer but no” Idiot.

“No?” He sighed before standing back up “Offers there anytime y/e. Any fucking time for you. Yes it fucking is. You can have anything you want anytime, get some air in those magnificent lungs” Did he just checkout my boobs?

“Thank you” Why did I just say thank you? The man just said he wanted to make me cum. Only if you said so My subconscious reminded me.

“And if you were to become one of my wives.. then damn sweetheart you just might make my fucking year” his eyes were twinkling and the room was now thick with sexual tension causing the two of us to both breath a little heavier.

“Wives?” As in plural? Fucking hell.

“Perk of the new world” he stroad away towards his bat, picking it up in his gloved hand “Me and Lucille here will leave you all alone sexy y/e before……just don’t forget the offer alright?”  He added the last part as he shook his head. As if if he was trying to remove what he was about to say from his brain.

His bat had a name?  

Was he a former asylum patient or something before the apocalypse?  

Wait a second did he just call me sexy?

Shakily I mumbled out a sort of ‘ok’ as I followed him as he moved.

Something inside me wanted him to stay.

Maybe I was the one in need of a phycologist. Jesus.

Loosing my damned mind.

Just around him. Fuck.

He whistled loudly “We are out of here!!!!!” Turning to you he added “Thanks for the lemonade” with a wink and waved goodbye before they all began to retreat towards the gate “We’ll be back in TWO DAYS” he shouted reminding everyone he was coming back for the stuff he was ‘owed’.

In less than a minute they were gone and Gabriel was pulling the gate shut behind them, leaving us almost stunned. It was like they had never even been here.

No one moved for a moment. It was probably only a few seconds but it felt like several minutes.

For some stupid reason I had a smile on my face.

That man was nothing like what they had said about him.

Yes he had killed two of our family but we were responsible for over forty of his being killed in that outpost. Maybe he wasn’t so bad?

“What happened?” Rosita came over to you when everyone felt safe to move once again.

Shaking my head I had to gather my thoughts making sure to loose the smile.

“Doesn’t matter” you told her but not taking your eyes off of the closed gates. There was no way I was going to tell them Negan knew I was Rick’s daughter and I sure as hell wasn’t going to tell them about his offer.

To take me to the Sanctuary.

And the whole wives thing?

That was kind of fucked up.

“Y/e” she repeated sounding angry and went to grab my arm.

“I already fucking told you it doesn’t matter” I bit out angrily.

She looked a little shocked at my outburst.

I barley bothered saying anything these days. No one ever listened unless it was about fighting or gathering stuff so what was the point?

Looking at everyone as they looked back at me with confused and shocked expressions I realised I had to say something. He could not find out Negan met me. If he knew what would he do?

“Rick can’t find out about that” I told them pointing towards the house.

“And why the hell not”

“If you want to be the one to tell him that Negan spoke to me when I was meant to be out of here before he ever had the chance then fucking go for it but I think we all know that is not a great idea. You know what he is like he’ll do something stupid. Look what happened last time he did that we lost Glen and Abraham!”

It was his fault we were in this position in the first place.

Spencer was nodding in agreement. He was one of the only other ones who openly didn’t agree with going into that outpost. He said we should make a deal and looking at what had happened today he was right.

No one got hurt.

No one lost their life.

Hell he even thanked you for making him a lemonade.

You didn’t leave it for any further discussion before turning around and walking back into the house.

“Where are you going?” Arron spoke up.

“To have some lemonade” I shouted not bothering to look back as I slammed the front door shut.


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That Night In New Mexico. (Chapter Three)

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Reader. (Soulmate AU)

Warnings: None?

Word Count: 1,441.

Previous Chapters:

Chapter One | Chapter Two

It was dark by the time they got to where this “satellite” was.

Parking the Pinzgauer, the small group of three made their way to to the edge of the ridge and crouched down to avoid being seen. Pulling out a pair of binoculars - which made Y/N wounded why she have binoculars - Jane looked down.

The small valley was brightened by a number of lights that reached high into the dark slay and went outwards. There were guard towers set up with at least two men in each, both of which were armed. Other men and woman rushed around on the ground. A glass-walled trailer was at the center of all this, and Jane could just barely make something out beyond it. It was small, dark and looked to be on a stump of some kind. There were tubes and wires running along the grounds, leading in and out of what appeared as temporary offices of some kind. On the side of the building, Jane and Y/N saw the word S.H.I.E.L.D. written in bold letters.

Y/N heard Jane say something, but she wasn’t paying enough attention to actually make out what it was.

Why was S.H.I.E.L.D. here? Why did they practically build a city around the supposed “satellite”?

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Kaidan Alenko Appreciation Week: Day 1 - Childhood

I had the absolute privilege to work with @shotce and collab a little bit for Kaidan appreciation week! She made the beautiful art and I wrote the short fic. Please enjoy and make sure to let @shotce know how much you loved her art, I know I did :-]

He ran along the green fields, among the orchard trees and the hills that surrounded their slice of paradise. A laugh, large and boisterous for such a small thing, burst forth as he raised his wooden sword high, lifted his cardboard shield and rushed his father. The hockey helmet that graced his head was over large and bounced and raddled as he ran.

Henry Alenko was a bear of a man, tall and fit, with wild dark hair that matched Kaidan’s own curls. He bounced and trounced and made loud growls, hands in the air, fingers curled like claws. A mighty dragon to be sure, and yet Kaidan was a knight. He was sworn to serve and protect. To slay a beast such as this would surely win him fame and renown. With another bubbling laugh he dodged his father’s clumsy attempts to catch him, and gave him a good whack on the shin for his trouble.

His father yelped and his gravelly voice rang out, “Hey son, no fair!”

Kaidan let out an exasperated sigh. “Dragons don’t talk dad, they only roar!” He ended on a shout and charged his father again, raising his sword for another thwack. Henry had learned his lesson though and expertly dodged the small child, laughing as he did so.

“They don’t laugh either, dad!”

“Well I’m a laughing, talking dragon! We’re a very rare and cunning breed, son.” His father puffed up with a grin, tanned skin dark in the sunlight, wild hair blowing in the soft breeze.

Kaidan Alenko loved his father like he loved nothing else. He also missed him like nothing else when work took him away for weeks at a time. Every second they had together mattered and Kaidan knew it, even at eight years of age he knew it.

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Once a Frat Boy, Always a Frat Boy. | Calum Hood.

Summary: In which a new student, (Y/N), finds herself becoming the toy to popular frat boy Calum Hood. The only problem is that (Y/N) was warned about Calum her first day on campus, and Calum just so happens to be dating (Y/N)’s best friend, Callie Mitchell. She hates him. She hates him more than she’s hated anyone ever before; however, she can’t help the growing feeling inside of her stomach after she finds out some very interesting things about Calum that no one had ever known before.

Rating: PG for this chapter - rated R later on.

Requested?: No, I just really wanted to try to write a Calum series based off of my frat boy preferences. Which, if you haven’t read them, they are here, here, and here!

Pairing: Callie/Calum, Reader/Luke

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anonymous asked:

Regarding Ms. Sugar's statement for "Dewey Wins" and possibly the rest of the series: “Steven is home, but nothing is ever gonna go back to the way that it was. Really, from now on, we get to explore a very different situation for him.” How do you think everything will change? For the CGs, Homeworld, Beach City, everyone?

Well, I imagine that the humans in Beach City are gonna be a little more curious about what’s going on around the hill, for one.

Normally, when humans get involved with Gem business, it’s of their own volition (Ronaldo and Peedee video-taping the fight with the crab corruption, the cool kids fiddling with Peridot’s escape pod, that sort of thing) and, outside of the odd damaged vehicle, building, or amusement ride, they’re left alone. This time ‘round, Homeworld kidnapped people. They threatened to kill them. 

Hell, Lars was taken; he was kidnapped, killed, brought back to life, and is coming home bright pink, scarred, and with a squad. That’s not somethin’ they can gloss over or ignore; they’re gonna want answers, even if it’s just from Steven.

The Crystal Gems are going to have to come face-to-face with the fact that, hey, Steven needs some help, yo. They all heard the “this is my destiny- I’mma die for my destiny” speech. They can’t ignore the implications behind said speech.

Before this, the only Gem with even a vague idea of how Steven was feeling was Amethyst, and she’s no tattletale. She’s kept it to herself. Smoky showed off that their shared characteristics were low self-esteem and humor during Know Your Fusion, but Garnet and Pearl probably pinned most of the former on Amethyst and the latter on Steve-o. 

With Pearl and Garnet beginning to realize what’s up, and Amethyst learning more about his state of mind, Steven’s got a reckoning of love and support coming his way.

As for Homeworld…

We in trouble now, ya’ll.

I don’t believe any of the Diamonds shattered PD. The whole trial came across as a red herring, to me- Zircon was just trying to get her client out of a mess, noticed an inconsistency in the narrative, and pushed it to the extreme. I really don’t see why Rose wouldn’t have told them she wasn’t the killer after the war was over, when it no longer gave her a needed intimidating edge. What did she gain by letting her two closest friends believe she was a Diamond shatterer until the day she died?

Either way, YD and BD are both gunning for Earth. YD is pissed about the accusation (not to mention the fact that Steven is still alive), and BD wants closure. Their little scanner bots have told them that he’s not on Homeworld anymore, and the first place they’re gonna look is Earth. I dunno if they’re gonna go themselves or not- you might recall they still think the planet is gonna blow up and become the Cluster- but they’re a’comin.’

So originally this was written for the Fairytale Event last month, but I never finished it and now apparently I have because I’m on some sort of shapeshifter kick involving Nigel as a wolf. Hope you enjoy. 


There are a certain number of blocks between Adam’s apartment and his grandmother’s house. Thirteen last time he counted, holding his father’s hand as they headed there on a warm Sunday afternoon when he was twelve. 

His father stopped walking him there when Adam was older saying cars were more efficient, though they both knew his bones too worn and sore, so now that Dad was gone the idea of going alone was odd. 

But it was Grandmother’s eighty third birthday and she had called four times this morning reminding him, “I’m an old woman, Addie. Do not leave me alone on my day.”

So Adam started his journey after having his regular breakfast, putting on his red hooded jacket as the sun shined big and bright above him. He counted blocks as he went, eyeing the familiar bars and stores as he went past them.

Five blocks in he got confused, stopping at an odd building he’d never seen before. 

Big Bad Bar, the sign read. He remembered driving past with his father once just last a few months before, seeing the motorcycles and the leather clad bikers who owned them. 

Now the bikes were parked outside and he could smell cigarette smoke and beer that made him pause. 

The emblem on the sign was indicative of it being a wolf bar, and though Adam was human he was certain they’d be nice enough about helping him with directions. 

Though he’d never met a wolf before. 

He took some steps forward, reaching out with one hand to pull the door just as it opened and someone came barreling into him. 

Adam had no time to stop himself from falling and was bracing for impact with the sidewalk but instead found himself in someone’s embrace. 

The wolf that held him wasn’t horribly large but he was imposing, warm and smelling of cigarettes more than beer. 

“My, my,” the wolf purred, fangs showing, “What big eyes you have little one.”

Adam entangled from the wolf, dizzy as he righted himself. “My eyes aren't any bigger than yours.”

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What Big Eyes You Have by nightliferogue (click for ao3)

batjokes writing ii.

Here’s a little bit of writing for @jokersby cause they’re writing A Different Kind of Tenant on ao3 based on one of my blurbs on this blog and I just wanted to do a little thank you for them! 

you can read more things like this on my ao3

Bruce had just finished unpacking the last box in his new apartment when his cellphone rang in his pocket. 

He pulled it out of his pocket and when he saw that the caller ID read ‘Dick’ he immediately answered and brought it to his ear, happy to hear from his son. 

“Hey Bruce.” Said Dick through the phone

“Hey.” Bruce answered as he took a seat on his couch to rest.

“How’s the apartment?” He asked.

“A little small.” Bruce chuckled as he looked around the furnished room. 

“Yeah, well, the manor has never been quieter.” Dick sighed.

“Well I’ll be home soon, it’s only been a couple of weeks. I just need some time out of the spotlight so the renovations can finish up.” 

“Yeah, yeah.” He could hear Dick rummaging through something in the background, and the distinct sound of Alfred tsking at the boy. “The construction teams are working hard, i’ve been helping out. Anyways, how are the neighbors?” 

Bruce paused. His weeks at the apartment complex had been far from normal. Some of the less wealthy areas of Gotham could be a bit… odd. But this building seemed like a beacon for all sorts of weird. 

First it was his landlord, Cobblepot, who asked for Bruce to pay his rent solely in cash. Bruce eyed the expensive tailored suit that the short and portly man wore as he handed over his rent for the month. Bruce didn’t need a second look at his landlord to get the impression of the mob.

Next, it was the two men in the apartment near the elevator. They watched Bruce step into the elevator, one was tall and gangly with curly hair tucked behind his ears, a coffee mug with the crest of Gotham University was clutched in his hand, he watched Bruce over the rim of the coffee mug with dark eyes sunken into pale skin. The other, his boyfriend it seemed, was dressed in green silk pajamas embroidered with purple question marks. If that wasn’t odd enough, his bright red hair stuck out in every which way. A smile passed over his freckled face and before he could say something to Bruce, the gangly man closed the door in his partner’s face. 

Bruce tried to shake it off, but on the second floor, things got worse.

The man in apartment 2B gave a solemn nod as the doors of the elevator opened momentarily. Bruce didn’t get a good look at him, but he caught a glance of the interior of his apartment. It was decorated completely in black and white, there wasn’t any sign of color anywhere. The doors to the elevator closed.

The third floor was crowded. 3 women seemed to occupy the apartments. Bruce stepped out of the elevator for a moment, Cobblepot had told him the fourth floor entrance from the elevator often broke down, he didn’t want to risk it. 

He passed a woman standing in a doorway with dark chocolate skin and striking forest green eyes cradling a tawny colored cat in her arms. She was simultaneously one of the most beautiful and intimidating people had Bruce ever met. 

He cleared his throat, “Um,” He said, trying to form words.

“Cat got your tongue?” She asked, tilting her head to the left in a way that was so incredibly feline that Bruce dared to look into her eyes again to check if they were in fact slitted like her pet’s. “The stairs are that way.” She pointed a perfectly manicured fingernail down a hallway, and promptly disappeared into her apartment.

Bruce didn’t see her much after that. 

He walked down the hall, suitcase in hand and before he could make it up the stairs to salvation he was ambushed what seemed to be two very scruffy looking dogs.

The two… dogs snapped at his heels and the best Bruce could do was hold his suitcase in the air. Now, they didn’t really look like dogs. Too mangy… and a little bit too wild.

“Bud! Lou!” A voice called “Buddie, Louie c’mere” Bounding out of the apartment came a brightly colored blonde girl who’s hair was pulled up into two curly ponytails on either side of her head. She gave a wide, sympathetic grin Bruce’s way. 

“I’m sorry, mister, they get awfully squirrely when i forget to feed them.” She grabbed the two, what Bruce just realized by now were hyenas by their red collars and dragged them into the apartment behind her. “Red!” She called, her voice suddenly not so friendly and cheery. “Feed the dogs!” She hollered and slammed the door to the apartment behind her. 

Bruce quickly climbed the stairs to the fourth floor, where Cobblepot had given him the key to the second apartment on the floor. He reached the top of the stairs, and braced for whatever odd tenant occupied his floor. 

The floor was unusually quiet for all the commotion underneath him.

The only sound was the wood settling under his feet and the faint electrical buzz of the lights overhead. In the corner of the hallway was the escape exit to the roof, and a stack of boxes that filled the empty space. Bruce craned his neck to try and see his door, but to no avail. He shot a wary glance at the bright purple door that belonged to his neighbor and began to walk down the hallway. 

The boxes were stacked to the ceiling, and each of them were labeled with 2 words, 81, and JN. Bruce pushed one of them aside to reveal the frame of his apartment’s door. He set his suitcase down and in a few minuets time, the black lacquer of his door was revealed. But before he could pull his keys from his pocket, Bruce’s curiosity got the best of him.

Cautiously, he opened one of the boxes.

Playing cards, the whole box, filled to the brim. He shuffled through them, this box seemed dedicated to the 2 of hearts. He opened another, this one was filled with only Joker cards. Bruce felt a chill go down his spine. The owner of these cards, JN, seemed to be the oddest of all the tenants of Cobble Pot Heights.

He took his keys from his pocket, and turned to enter his new home.

“The neighbors…” Bruce said, the memory fading. “They’re interesting.” 

“Not too interesting, I hope.” Dick joked

“Oh you have no idea.” Bruce said tiredly. 

The playing cards were only the beginning of his elusive neighbor’s antics. 

Bruce soon learned that his neighbor’s name was Jack Napier, and that he was a pest of the worst variety. No one in the apartment building seemed to like him, they only tolerated him. Every week a new ‘joke’ was played on the fourth floor. First the playing cards, the next week, the hallway had been decorated as if it was a tunnel of love. Bruce had to swat a paper cutout cupid to get to his doorway. It was months until valentines day. The next week, it was plants. The whole hallway was decorated from top to bottom in flora. In his apartment, Bruce could hear one of the women downstairs yelling at his unknown neighbor.

He found himself liking the man across the hallway less and less, and his slight annoyance had bubbled over to distaste and now it was borderline hatred.

“There’s this guy who lives across from me, it seems like he’s bent on making my life a living hell. I keep talking to the land lord but Cobblepot wont do anything unless I slip him some money-”

Before Bruce could continue ranting about Napier, there was a sharp knock at his door.

“Hold on, Dick.” He said shifting the phone to his other hand.

He opened the door, and there, in the doorway was the man Bruce had come to know as Jack Napier. Although, the humorous part of it was, he had never seen Jack’s face before.

He peered out into the hallway. Playing cards were strung from the ceiling, Napier had decorated it with the 2 of hearts.

“Can I help you?” Bruce said, agitation clear in his voice. 

The man was slight and scrawny. A white dress shirt was tailored to his thin frame, and dark plum slacks were held up by even darker suspenders. He looked timid, at first glance, but the razor sharp acidic green eyes and the thin lips that turned up in a smirk said otherwise. In his hands sat a key lime pie.

“House warming gift.” Was all he said, accompanied with a smile that was a little to wide for his face. He was about a month too late. His voice was painted with the distinct Gotham accent. Bruce was taken aback. The thin face and bright eyes were startling, and the perfectly combed black hair looked quite handsome on the small man.

“I’m sorry, have we met?” Bruce said, placing a hand against the doorway. He cleared his throat, and channeled the playboy persona. “I’m sure I would have remembered a face like yours.” 

“Charming, rich, what else could I ask for in a neighbor?” Jack flirted back, ducking under Bruce’s arm, inviting himself in with a knowing, tight smile. 

Neighbor. Bruce’s face paled. 

He brought the phone to his ear.

“I’ll have to call you back.” Bruce said as he turned to look back at his tormentor, his elusive neighbor, who was not so elusive anymore. 

translittlestarboys  asked:

Any advice on working with a God when you're not out to anyone about your religion? I have a very strong connection to Horus and I don't know a good way to express that well. I can't use candles or anything...

My situation is complicated. I get away with a lot because I’m autistic and my special interest has always been fairies and magic. No one really thought it was odd when I started building fairy houses, because I already had shelves and shelves of fairy statues, mermaid statues, dragon posters, giant folders full of fantasy creatures I had drawn, and piles of any shiny thing I could find on the ground. I’m a natural hoarder. This has always been my aesthetic.

So the best advice I can get is turn everything into decoration. Change your aesthetic to reflect your new “interest” in fantasy/egypt/whatever. If it can’t be waved off as decoration, hide it until you need it. I have Aphrodite’s altar on display in my room as a “mermaid shelf” and the statue gets hidden. Aoibheall’s entire altar setup is hidden in a box behind the silver plate I use as her base. But the random crystals, statues, fairy houses, they’re all on display. It’s decoration. It’s a “hobby”.

But technically, altars aren’t necessary even. If you don’t want to hide stuff or change your aesthetic, here’s a list of things you can do:

  • Make a traveling altar. Basically, something in a tiny box.
  • Make a drawn altar. Great to fill up pages in a hidden grimoire.
  • Make a digital altar. (a dedicated tumblr blog, pinterest board, moodboard, a crafted temple in a building game, anything tbh)
  • Dedicate meals to them before you eat it. Basically, pray over your food.
  • Make things for/about your god. Drawings, music, writing, etc.
  • Meditate with your gods.
  • Research your god, learn all about their lore. Even the obscure stuff.
  • Worship through music or just jam with your gods (my best friend connects to Anubis with a Big Boys cover from the Prince of Egypt).
  • Do rituals out in nature.
  • Or at night when everyone is asleep.

A’ ight I think I did this wrong but enjoy haha


The brunet rolled his eyed mouthing a ‘sorry’ as the bedroom door was thrown open, hitting the wall roughly, revealing an old man who you suspected was his grandpa.

“Morty we gotta go, thirty minute adventure, tops.” He grabbed hold of Morty’s arm, dragging him towards a green portal that was produced from a white gun he held. Ignoring you completely.

Morty tugged away from the man “No Rick! I have a friend over!” He complained extending both arms in your direction.

Rick groaned re grabbing Morty’s arm and yours from in where you sat on the carpeted floor “Then she’ll come too” he pulled you both through the portal.

“Woah” you said in awe at the new world around you.

Rick rolled his eyes “I know right, its like so cool” he said sarcastically.

“Rick where are we?” Morty asked, annoyed and completely nonchalant to the situation.

“Demetiaor 7” Rick answerd quickly before reaching down to grab a root that was sticking out of the ground. A huge tree root, about the size of a horse.

“Rick what are you doing?” Morty asked through gritted teeth.

“There’s a heart of this tree root that i-i need for my portal gun or else we may never get back home.” Rick lied.

Morty looked back at you watching as you contiued to look at your surroundings in complete amazement “okay” he placed his hands on his hips “what do we have to do?”


The sun had begun to set on whatever dimension or world you were on, Rick and Morty were still digging around the tree root.

You had asked multiple times if you could help, just to speed up the process, but you were denied by Morty.

Watching bad a colorful bug flew in front you, you groaned and walked back towards the two men.

“Why not blow it up?” You suggested, one hand on your hip.

Rick looked up at you with a straight forward expression “no” he answered rudely before grabbing Morty and you, backing up as the root was blown out of the ground, surprising you and annoying you all at the same time.

“what the hell was that?!” You threw your arms out.

Rick ran over to the blown up chunks of wood, grabbing a red shining rock from the ground before opening up a portal and pushing the two of you through it.

You landed on the cold ground of Morty’s garage, standing up quickly as Rick jumped through it before it closed up with a 'pop’.

“so you did just blow it up right?” you asked rhetorically to which Rick snorted a yes at you and went back to building some odd contraption.

Morty stood next to you, turning to face you, he rubbed his neck awkwardly “sorry about all that” he chuckled lightly.

You laughed “Its okay Morty, I’d like to do it again sometime. It was cool” you paused before running your finger over his chin “and you pretty cute” you added, walking out of the garage and down the driveway, towards your home.

Morty blushed deeply making Rick laugh “oh boy you got it bad for her”

Morty hit Ricks side before stomping off to his room.

Re-Educating Bucky PART 1

Bucky x Reader

A neighbour helps Bucky adjust to life in Romania

Originally posted by stanxstan

Her new neighbour was strange.

He lived alone and he only seemed to come out at night, a cap always obscured his face and all she knew was that he was a tall man who seemed overly neurotic. She had watched him on the stairwell, always checking over his shoulder, glancing around corners and she knew he knew she was there – he would freeze and his head would turn in her direction but he never let her see his face. Her neighbour didn’t sleep well, she could hear him walking around, pacing, she thought that perhaps he was working out. At four every morning she heard his door creek open and close, one morning she poked her head out and watched him pull on the stair rails, testing their strength and then he would take off running like he was being chased, up or down the stairs and when she’d followed him he had simply vanished. He returned through the front door and she had stared long and hard… the only way he could have left was to jump out of a window and that just wasn’t possible.

He was living on protein bars and water, it was all that was in his trash, not that she was going through it but he didn’t tie his trash bags and she happened to notice. She also noticed that he wore the same clothes most of the time but they were always clean, he hung them over the balcony to dry from what she had seen. After three months of listening to the mystery man through the wall she finally had enough, she had made extra stew that night and knocked timidly on the stranger’s door.
She waited quietly before knocking again, ‘Hello?’ still no answer, 'I’m from next door, I made too much food and I don’t have a freezer so… well, I’ll leave it out here.’

She had left it outside his door and gone back to her own little apartment, sitting quietly she listened for his door to open and smiled when it did. The next morning she found the dish she had left him clean and dry in front of her own door. Strangely he’d left a ripe plum in it for her and it soon became a habit for her to provide him a hot fresh meal at least once a week and he would leave her a plum.
Finally she had grown bored of the little exchange and the next time she knocked on his door she had a secret weapon, 'I have a pie – it’s a plum pie and it’s warm. You have to open this door to get it and I’m not leaving.’ It was like trying to tempt a stray cat, offering him food and being patient was her only plan, 'Please…’

Minutes passed, the only sounds were the echoes from other people’s apartments and then she heard his footsteps followed by the locks on his door. She expected to be invited in but instead he slipped out of the smallest gap of the door and stood in front of her, tall and awkward. His shoulders were hunched in like he was trying to be as small as possible and his eyes – steely blue – scanned about nervously, his brunette hair was tied back and she was rather surprised at how handsome he was. Her neighbour was actually quite skinny in just a long sleeved top and jeans, she found it odd that he was wearing gloves but this was Romania and men were always a little odd in this building, 'Most guys would invite me in, I’m Y/N.’

He licked his lips and she found herself mesmerised by them, pink and plump and so perfect that immediately she wanted to kiss him. Luckily he didn’t notice as he was still looking around and then finally he settled his eyes on hers, 'It’s untidy…’ his voice was quiet and low, 'I’m…Bucky.’

Y/N smiled at him and held up the plate, 'Well, now that I know you’re real and not a ghost I’ll let you have this.’ She tilted her head toward her door, 'I made some sauce to go with it if you want to come in… I got some coffee – American style.’
Blue eyes looked back at his own door and then to hers, she could see him thinking it through and he looked to be struggling before nodding minutely. He followed her cautiously and she tried to ignore how he checked around her apartment for danger, 'It’s only me here,’ her reassurance fell on deaf ears and she gestured to the little dining table, 'Make yourself comfortable.’ She sat opposite him with her own plate and put the sauce down, 'As much as you like. Bucky’s an odd name, you from the country?’

'New York…’ He shoved the pie into his mouth as if she would take it away from him, eating quickly and looking like he wanted to run away as soon as he could.

'America?!’ Y/N exclaimed, putting more food on his plate out of habit, 'You’re American? Which part of New York? Have you seen the White House? Are there cowboys? Does everyone really own a gun?’ He must get asked these questions all the time she thought, she knew it was probably annoying for him but she had always wanted to visit America or anywhere but Romania really, 'Why are you living here?’

Bucky’s fork paused at her questions, his eyebrows creasing together as he debated on whether to answer or to leave… some of the questions he didn’t even know how to answer because he didn’t honestly know. She looked at him with such curiously bright eyes though and licking his lips he tried his best – something in him just couldn’t refuse a girl anything. 'I don’t know.’

'You don’t know what?’ Her head tilted slightly in question.

'Anything…I forgot.’

Nothing was said for a long moment and Bucky began to fidget and Y/N knew that he was about to bolt. 'I made you coffee!’ She got up quickly and put the mug down in front of him, he seemed the kind of guy who had manners and wouldn’t leave a plate or cup full – she played on that to keep him just a little longer. Sitting back down she was a little gentler this time, 'Do you have that thing where you forget things over time or did you maybe have a head trauma?’

He glared at the coffee, he wanted to leave but she’d made it for him especially, he was stuck a little longer it seemed, 'Head trauma. I was a soldier and it happened during a war.’ He knew that much was true, he’d let her assume it was some sort of accident and not that he was experimented on, 'I forgot a lot of things… I remember all the bad stuff but…some of the memories filter in from before…’

'Before the war?’ Bucky nodded, 'That’s good then!’ She smiled at him and his lips twitched up at the corners for the briefest of seconds, 'You should keep a diary of stuff you remember or maybe things that look familiar – pamphlets, news articles or things he heard a stranger say. My aunt had Alzheimers, not the same thing you have but I get it a little, so if you need anything just knock on the door.’ She’d begun to view him almost like a lost or abandoned pet, he had had a home and now he didn’t seem to have anything, it was sad that his own country didn’t seem to want to help someone who had fought for it and now he was discarded so far away – with seemingly little of anything. 'Even if it’s late at night… I can hear you walking around into the early hours mo-’

'I’m sorry.’ His apology was quick and his eyes were regretful as he looked at her, 'I don’t sleep well. I didn’t mean to keep you awake too… Sorry.’

He looked like he spent a lot of time saying he was sorry, something about his expression made her chest ache and all she wanted was to comfort him, 'It’s alright. I’m awake studying anyway…Why don’t you sleep?’

Part of Bucky wanted to ask her what she was studying, wanted to learn a little of her but in the back of his mind he knew not to ask questions, not to learn anything he didn’t need for the mission – this wasn’t a mission though and despite knowing that he couldn’t bring himself to do it.


Realising he had been silent the brunette muttered a quiet sorry and cleared his throat a little, 'I feel kinda nauseous at night… wakes me up.’ Along with the nightmares. ’…I… I need to go…’ He could see too many places for people to get in and not enough for him to escape, it made him nervous and he could feel his knee begin to bounce in agitation, 'Can I…come back? Here? Maybe tomorrow?’

'Dinner’s at six,’ She positively beamed at him, 'I hope you like sarmale.’


Bucky visited her every other day for two weeks, he’d spend a few hours with her, answering her questions and slowly he began to relax a little in her presence. He opened up to her just the tiniest bit, something as simple as tell her what he liked to eat, what his favourite drink was and that he thought he might be allergic to violets. It was a start.
He had even started to ask her a few questions, he didn’t talk much but he was a good listener and she was pleased that he kept coming back.

One evening she could hear him pacing the floor of his apartment, Y/N had been trying to sleep and just as she was drifting off Bucky had gotten up. For twenty minutes he was moving and then there was a rush of his feet followed by the undeniable sound of the man throwing up. The last week he hadn’t seemed well, she had noticed his face had been pale and almost gaunt, he had seemed weak, shaky on his feet and just the night before his hands were noticeably trembling. She got out of bed and threw on a cardigan before walking across the room to put her ear to the wall. He was still being sick, it sounded awful and when it seemed to stop he would start again, Y/N sighed and padded out of her apartment to knock on his door. 'Bucky… Bucky!’
She could hear him stumble inside and again she knocked, 'You need to let me in, please, Bucky. Do you need a doctor? I’m going to call an ambulance!’

A muffled shout came from within and she paused, waiting as she heard him come toward the door and as usual he came out into the hallway rather than let her in. 'Y-you can’t…call anyone…I’m…’

'You’re really ill.’ His hold on the door slipped and Bucky lurched forward, she caught him with a surprised yelp and stumbled with him in her arms – she thought he would have been heavier. 'Oh god… You’re burning, Bucky.’ Y/N struggled with him but managed to get him inside her apartment and onto her sofa, 'I’m going to get you some water…’ Whilst filling the glass she was startled by him rushing toward the bathroom to begin vomiting once more. Following him Y/N placed her hand on the centre of his back, 'Bucky, this isn’t right – you need a doctor!’

'No!’ His reaction was violent, he threw himself away from her and the impact of his body with the wall shook the shelves above them. He was panting hard, shaking and sweating as if he were simply too terrified to do anything else, his expression was a mixture of pain and fear. Y/N gave him space, a little frightened of the wildness he was displaying and he shook his head lightly at her, tried to convey that he wasn’t going to hurt her, 'I-it’s withdrawal… I used to get a-alot of treatment,’ he spat into the toilet to rid the taste of bile from his mouth before continuing almost breathlessly, 'N-nothing for months… I can’t see a doctor – no one. T-they’ll take me back… I can’t…’

Y/N was stuck to the spot, unsure of what to do but try and help him, 'Take you back?’ Take him where? She had thought that he was just lost in the big, wide world but this sounded a little more serious. The way he always looked over his shoulder and his wariness of every, little thing began to make more sense – was he being chased? She knew she should get out of there, call the police or something but looking at him, seeing how small he was trying to make himself as if to simply vanish… He needed help so badly.
Balling her fists she steeled herself against her own fears and asked him, 'Are you dangerous, Bucky?’

'I don’t want to be.’

His confession hurt her like a physical blow and without thinking Y/N rushed forward and wrapped her arms around him. Bucky practically yelped and his hands flattened against the wall behind him – fighting the instinct to defend himself. He stopped breathing entirely, eyes squeezed shut and body frozen as he waited for pain, something he now associated with any physical touch.

None came though.

Y/N was simply holding him, arms around his shoulders and her head tucked against his neck – didn’t she know he could crush her? All he had to do was wrap his arms around her middle and squeeze all of the air out of her…
She pulled back the smallest bit and her hands cupped his fever flushed cheeks, her thumbs stroking his clammy skin as she looked him over seriously, 'Then you don’t have to be dangerous. It’s your choice.’


He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been allowed to choose anything for himself. Bucky could feel the hot sting of tears behind his eyes and he closed them, fought against the surge of emotion he didn’t want or know how to deal with. She pulled him close again, wrapping her arms around him and combing one hand through his hair, encouraging him to rest his head on her shoulder so that she could just hold him. Y/N held him tight as he shook and sobbed against her, cooing gently that he was safe, that she was going to look after him and never once did she tell him it was okay or that he didn’t have to cry – she told him again and again to let it out. He didn’t fight the sorrow or fear or guilt in his heart, Bucky wept until he had nothing left, until he could only tremble weakly against her and finally he fell asleep.


He woke up the next day in her bed, vaguely aware that she’d helped him stumble to it and he remembered she had wanted to get his shirt off but he’d told her no. Inhaling deeply he was hit by the barely there scent of her perfume in the soft pillows and the mattress was softer than his own, Bucky sat himself up with a groan, confused at first that the bed was so far from the floor – she had a real bed rather than a mattress on the floor. A door opened behind him and he jumped, scrambling further along the bed until he realised it was just Y/N coming out of the bathroom, she froze too but very slowly she continued to dry her hair with the towel, 'Good morning. How are you feeling?’

’…Kinda rough…’ Everything hurt, his chest, his stomach, muscles, his head – everything. 'I’m sorry for last night.’ He made to leave and she rushed toward him, once more causing him to reel backwards in an almost panic.

'Please don’t run!’ If he left then she just knew he would never come back, 'I’ll make you some breakfast, you can use my shower if you want and then we can talk or not. I’m worried about you, Bucky.’ Her hands were screwing up and twisting the towel nervously, 'Please don’t leave.’

Bucky bit his lip, his body only half turned to her and he was the picture of someone too broken to think they’d ever be fixed. 'I need to wash and get changed… Maybe I’ll come back later…’

'You don’t own any other clothes.’ She told him bluntly and he looked away, ashamed to be caught in his own lie, 'I’ve got clothes that will fit you, I’ll wash the ones you have but just stay.’ Heading to the dresser’s bottom drawer she pulled out a pair of lounge pants and a long sleeved top, 'These are clean and you can keep them.’

She was holding them out to him and Bucky hesitantly took them, 'Whose were they?’

'My husband’s.’ Y/N smiled when his eyes darted to her left hand and his frown deepened, 'He wasn’t a very nice man and I threw him out months ago – not seen him since.’ She was long over it, she’d cried over him and now she was content to live her own life, 'I married way too young but at least now I can do what I want to do.’ Her hand reached for a loose strand of his hair, he flinched but he let her tuck it behind his ear, 'I want to be a carer and even though you’re not ninety something, you can be good practice.’

'Ninety something…’ He murmured with a ghost of a smile, 'You don’t know the half of it, doll…’ He headed into her bathroom and shut the door.

The first thing she noticed when he came out was how much smaller he looked and that he still wore a glove on his left hand, he looked a little better than the night before but he was definitely gaunt. She had a feeling that the only meals he was eating were the ones she made for him. 'I made you some peppermint tea in case your stomach doesn’t feel too good and I made some toast because I didn’t know what you could handle.’ They sat at the table like they’d done so many times before only this time he seemed too defeated to have his guard up – it was like he was waiting for a deserved punishment as he nibbled on the edge of the toast with downcast eyes. 'Let me make this clear. I don’t care about your past, where you’re from or even why you’re here. If you want to tell me then you can but you don’t need to – I just want to help you. You don’t seem to know what to do with yourself or even how to look after yourself, I could feel your spine through your clothes last night…you’re not eating properly. I know your head’s all over the place and you’re on your own but you don’t have to be.’

He didn’t answer her, he was certainly listening and he felt grateful for her kind words, they were so sincere. When had he ever been treated with such care or concern?
'I guess I need a little guidance.’ Bucky admitted, 'I’m used to being given an order and just following it… everything else was done for me.’


It turned out that Bucky was too paranoid to do any real shopping, he avoided anywhere with CCTV and never went far from the apartments. He had plenty of money, American money that she had exchanged in order to stock his fridge properly, she spent one of her days off cooking food that he would be able to freeze and simply heat up later. He came to her every night for dinner and they had the unfortunate discovery that Bucky was unable to take any sort of medicine without becoming violently sick. She had pretended to be ill from work so she could stay in her home with him and tend to him through his withdrawal, he wouldn’t let her into his apartment still but it was easier to care for him in her own.

She had almost called an ambulance on his worst day, when his body had convulsed and she had honestly thought he was going to die in her bed. He had pulled through and she had admired his strength to struggle up onto his feet – he always got up again.
His health improved after that, he was stronger, his mind more focussed and though she still heard him walking around at night it was because he was so absorbed in writing in his notebooks and not feeling ill. It took a few more months but he would go with her to shop, still looking over his shoulder but a little more open to go places – to actually live his life.

'Bucky!’ His head turned toward her voice, searching over the racks of clothing until he found her waving from across the store by the changing room. He made his way over to her and a small smile appeared on his lips as he saw the simple navy blue dress she was trying on, 'What do you think?’ She gave him a little turn and he nodded, 'With these shoes though?’

Bucky looked at the flat shoes and shook his head, 'Nah, you need heels, you got good legs and it’s a shame not to use them to your advantage.’

'He hates when I wear heels.’

'You’re not his wife anymore – who cares what he likes.’ Y/N still talked about things her husband liked and disliked, like the man was still haunting her and trying to influence her decisions. She would always nag at him for his bad habits so he would nag her about this. 'Do you like wearing heels?’

She looked down at her feet with a little smile, 'I do…’

'Then let’s go,’ His right elbow jutted out, his hands in his jacket pockets, she took his arm and they walked the few feet to the shoes, she was a little nervous leaving her things in the changing room but Bucky had a strange sense for things like that – she thought he was a secret ninja. 'Try those,’ Y/N reached for the heels he pointed out and keeping hold of his arm with one hand she slipped them on . Standing up straight she grinned at how much taller she was now, Bucky only now half a head taller than a whole head, 'Can you walk in them?’ He walked a little with her, chuckling lowly when she sort of waddled beside him, 'Heel, toe…heel, toe. You can almost walk in them, I guess. Can you dance in them?’

This time Bucky turned and pulled her to him as if to dance and she almost squealed, 'Nobody goes dancing anymore!’ He would say the oddest things at times and it was almost as if he were in the wrong era, she didn’t mind so much as she was pressed to him, Bucky always felt so warm and he had gained so much weight she could no longer feel the bones under his skin. She had always found him handsome but now that he was no longer gaunt and had a healthy glow about him – he was almost irresistible. He still seemed wary of his own shadow and it was both parts funny and heartbreaking. 'Your abs are so hard I’m starting to think you’re made of metal!’

'Not all of me,’ her head tilted in question and he shook his head with a strained smile, 'Don’t worry about it. You got everything you need?’

Giving a nod Y/N headed toward the changing room, she could tell he was getting antsy and she was proud of him for making more of an effort to come out with her. She finished up and met him at the front of the store, the walk wasn’t far and he reminded her that her date was at six, 'I know…I’m nervous though. We should look at getting you a girlfriend!’

’…I don’t think so.’ He gave her her shopping bags and unlocked his door, 'Tap on my door when you get back – so I know you’re okay.’ They went their separate ways, Bucky pulled out one of the meals she still insisted on preparing for him and threw it in the oven, he made sure his apartment was secure before pulling his hoodie and long sleeved top off. It was the middle of summer and yet he dressed as if it were autumn, hiding his arm and identity under all of the material. His neighbour didn’t know about his arm, about his scars or what he had truly been through, so many times he wanted to tell her but he was terrified she’d see what he really was – she’d realise that the thing she gave so much kindness to was a monster.
Bucky spent the evening writing before fitting in a workout, he had so much energy these days it was hard to expend it all, he waited for Y/N to leave her apartment and stopped his light exercise for shadow boxing against the wall of their homes. He avoided sleeping for as long as he could, nightmares plagued him still but he found that wearing himself out kept them at bay for an hour or two.

Hours later he heard her walking up the stairs, a man’s voice mingling with hers and Bucky found a bitterness invading his mind. He turned onto his side on the bed, ignoring the odd feeling whilst trying to get his mind to rest, Y/N seemed to be saying goodnight to her date, a moment of silence and then her voice muffled through the wall with a stern tone – her date wanted to come in. She said no and then his ears picked up a gasp, he was up in an instant, a top pulled over his half naked form and then he was pulling open his door to glare at the stranger. 'Y/N?’ He called her quietly, making sure she wanted him there.

'Bucky,’ Her eyes were wide as she looked back at him, wondering how she must look with the other man caging her against the wall, 'I want him to go.’

'Oh, come on, we were having a good time!’ The man had had a little too much to drink, 'You’re a guy – don’t you think she’s being a prude? I’ve been nice all night and now I can’t even get a leg over… you get it right?’

Bucky advanced on his like a predator, stalking toward the man in six steps and grabbing his shirt collar, 'Shut up.’ The brunette yanked him across the hallway and shoved him toward the stairs, fixing him with a glare that promised violence Bucky lowered his voice to a whisper, 'You ever go near her again and it will be the last thing you do on this earth.’ The man turned white as a sheet and nearly fell down the stairwell in his desperation to get away.
Bucky’s cold eyes followed him until he was out of the building, he let out a breath to release the malice and rage in his chest, 'You alright?’ He turned to face her, walking to Y/N’s side and rubbing her shoulder in what he hoped was a comforting manner, 'I heard you through the wall…I didn’t…I mean…’ How did he explain he was worried about her without having to explain the tight, uncomfortable feeling in his chest when he realised she might kiss the man or even allow him into her apartment.

'Thank you, Buck,’ she wrapped her arms around his waist and rested her head on his right shoulder, 'He was really nice up to that point.’ He returned her hug weakly, still not used to affectionate touch even though she had never once harmed him, 'Why do I keep picking up all the jerks?’ Bucky shrugged and she parted from him with a half smile, 'I’m just lucky I guess. I’m turning in, sorry I made you get out of bed…’ As she spoke she had been patting his shoulders and when something felt odd her voice trailed off. Her gaze began to turn toward his left side, a glint of metal catching her eye from a gap in his top, she had never realised the lack of warmth or the hardness of his left arm before. With her eyebrows furrowing she opened her mouth to ask, 'Bucky, wha-?’

'Good night, Y/N.’ He pressed a kiss to the top of her head, a recent development, and quickly vanished into the safety of his apartment. She was left confused and unsure – perhaps she had had more to drink than she thought?

She walked to his door and rested her ear against the word, listening inside for him but hearing nothing she put her hand to the door and smiled, 'Good night, Bucky.’

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