Request: “Malia, Lydia, Y/N threesome? Make it long pls.”
Warnings: Language, female x female smut, smut (obviously), oral, threesome
I happily walked to where my girlfriend asked me to meet her this weekend. I saw Lydia standing around looking at her phone.
“Hey, baby!” Lydia pushed her strawberry blonde hair behind her ear.
“Hiya, sweet thing!” I smiled at Lydia brightly. She is seriously the finest thing in my life.
Lydia leaned down and kissed my lips. We both smiled as we kissed. We pulled away and Lydia took my hand in hers.
Malia Tate walked up shortly after our kiss. My stomach erupted with butterflies. Now, don’t get me wrong, Lydia Martin owns my heart, but I have honestly always had a thing for Malia. And who wouldn’t? She is so damn perfect in every way.
“Hey, pretty ladies.” Malia hugged me and then Lydia.
“Hey, love.” Lydia said. “So, do you want me to ask her or do you want to ask her?”
I rose my right eyebrow. “Ask me what?”
“It’s fine, Mal, I can do it.” Lydia said.
My girlfriend looked me in my eyes. “Y/N, babe, I have a serious question for you. I need you to think about it clearly, okay?”
“Okay.” I nodded.
Lydia brought Malia forward. “Do you want to have a threesome with Malia and me? Now, Y/N, if you don’t–”
I crashed my lips into Lydia’s and roamed her mouth with my tounge. I pulled away and bit my lip.
Oh boy. You better strap in, because I have read a lot of fics. Most of these will probably be Dick Grayson centric, though, so just a fair warning. I’ve seen a couple people format fic recs like this, and I really like it. I hope it’s organized enough!
Of course, you can always go through my fic recs tag, too!
The Bonds that Tie by DawnsEternalLight Words: 59,507 (between 2 fics) Summary: A series exploring the Batfamily growing closer together. My Comments: Absolutely amazing and heart wrenching. The first fic in this
series is finished, which is a lot more about Dick and Damian’s relationship,
but the second is still ongoing, which is more about Jason and Tim. It’s a wonderful
To Pass Through This Night by DawnsEternalLight Words: 4,147 Summary: When Dick was captured by the Syndicate he died, for a short period of time, but he still died. It’s a fact he kept from his closest friends and family to protect them. When Damian and Tim find out he has to face not only them, but the emotions he’s buried from the event. My Comments: It’s a forever evil fic. Like, you don’t even know how much I
love this, especially because it involves the whole family’s feelings, not just
Even When You’re Down by DawnsEternalLight Words: 4,628 Summary: Jason is expecting pizza at his door, not a very sick Dick Grayson. When he can’t figure out what’s wrong with his brother he turns to the only person he can, Bruce. My Comments: Ahhh I love sickfics so much, and this one did not disappoint!
Jason and Bruce coming together to care for Dick was amazing to read! To be honest, @preciousthingsareprecious‘s fics are all amazing, and I’ve read so many of Dawn’s works. These are just my absolute favorites!
Stubborn by audreycritter Words: 20,359 (4/4) Summary: Dick is usually the one taking care of everyone else and he’s bad at asking for help.So bad, in fact, that he never even actually asks– but Jason shows up anyway.And then Dick returns the favor. And then they both do for Tim. And it’s just going to keep going from there.It’s probably Alfred’s fault. When your butler mom calls and says, “Go check on your brother,” you don’t argue. You just do it. My Comments: The first chapter absolutely killed me. It’s a sickfic, with
each chapter focusing on a different batkid. It’s so well written, and it’s one
of my all time favorites!
The Mechanics of a Hug by incogneat-oh Words: 4,154 Summary: “So,” Tim ventures. “It's… what, a cuddle pollen?” Bruce just shrugs. “Something like that.” My Comments: It’s funny, it’s angsty, the dialogue is absolutely
amazing, and I would recommend this author’s fics (all of them, really) a thousand times over. This one is just my absolute favorite that I’ve read a bajillion times.
World’s Apart by Fernandidilly_yo Words: 37,169 (3/?) Summary: Dick’s world is falling apart. With all the heroes and Batman gone, the teen thinks this is the end, that is until Dick miraculously end up in an Alternet Universe where the world is whole and there’s a family waiting for him.
My Comments: This is an AU that absolutely BREAKS MY HEART. There’s so much description and it’s such an amazing story. It has a lot of potential, and besides the occasional typos/spelling errors, it’s probably one of the best I’ve ever read. I’m looking forward to more!
Locked Away by AutumnHobbit Words: 3,021 Summary: anonymous asked: would you consider writing dick being asked to empty jasons locker at school after jason dies?
“Uh, Wayne residence,” he said, cringing after the fact at how hoarse his voice sounded. He scrubbed a hand over his eyes in frustration. “Um, hello. Is, um….” the female voice trailed off hesitantly. “Is Mr. Wayne available at the moment?” “I’m afraid not,” Dick said, trying harder to channel his inner Alfred. “Can I take a message?” “…Yes,” the woman said. “It’s….well, it pertains to his son, Jason.” My Comments: THIS IS SO SAD. I still love it, because it shows a side of Dick that we don’t see often. We see Dick happy around his family, angry, frantic, but never this grieving boy mourning the loss of a brother, and it’s heartbreaking. There are a lot more quality fics by this author, as well.
there is a design, an alignment by irnan Words: 584 Summary: Dick’s just had brain surgery. No wonder it hurts.
My Comments: This is so sweet. But, of course, Bruce can only seem to show affection to his kids when they’re hurt or unconscious.
exactly how this grace thing works by irnan Words: 22,710 Summary: Dick gets de-aged. You’d think this would be a routine thing.
My Comments: Honestly, this is the fic that convinced me to stay in the fandom. It’s the fic that I will always aspire to write, quality wise. It’s an amazing piece about a de-aged Dick learning to accept the family that’s suddenly thrust onto him, and his family, in turn, learn things about him that they didn’t know before. The whole fic is amazing.
Who We Were by ZiZzy Words: 105,025 (33/?) Summary: When the Graysons fell their son went to his great-uncle to be trained as a Talon. Four years later he is rescued and taken to live at Wayne Manor. But, he is not the talkative boy he once was, in fact talking at all is a bit of a problem… A series of connected oneshots about how the Batfamily is formed when the older brother is not quite who he was meant to be.The timeline of each chapter is in the A/Ns. My Comments: It’s a little hard to get used to this fic, since most of them are read like one-shots in the same AU, but this fic destroyed me. Dick is so adorable, and he’s going through so much, and Bruce is so understanding. The last couple of chapters had me in tears.
Half Lost, Half Found by takadainmate Words: 23,632 (4/5) Summary: Driven underground, Batman fights to keep Nightwing alive. There is a fight. There’s always a fight. My Comments: I always recommend this story, but it’s amazing. There’s a lot of tension between Dick and Bruce, but they have to work together in order to survive. Sadly, this fic hasn’t been updated since 2013, but it’s only the last chapter that’s missing. It’s still a great story, even without it.
Family is a Crisis by Lysical Words: 4,172 Summary: In their family there’s always some sort of crisis going on. “Probably a fashion crisis,” Jason muttered. “He probably dragged us all here so he could show off some chartreuse and fuchsia monstrosity.” “You aren’t making a new costume again, are you?” Damian added, nose wrinkling. “I thought we all agreed you were staying away from colors.” My Comments: This fic is hilarious.Seriously, as much as I wish Tim was in it, too, it is the perfect sequel to the one scene at the burger joint in Batman #16.
Grade School by KagSesshlove Words: 100,098 (13 fics) Summary:
Imagine that Damian goes to a regular school full time. And has to do things that normal grade-schoolers have to do. This is his life now: pretending to be a normal 10 year old at school all for the sake of the public. But, honestly, the public would rather he not. My Comments: When I first found this fic, I think I started screaming at @stepichu to read it, too, I was so excited. I think I actually read it twice in one week? Please read this entire series. It’s hilarious and serious and just plain amazing. Sometimes the characterizations are a little exaggerated, but I still love it. It totally adds to the story! And the best part is that it was just completed!
the man with guns for eyes by 8sword Words: 22,056 Summary: “Don’t blame him, little D. He gave me a choice.” “He always makes it a choice,” Damian mutters. “If you’re the one who makes the decision, it’s your fault if it’s the wrong one.” (Dick comes back from the dead.) My Comments: Hm. Okay, on the one hand I really like reading this fic, because the boys are all forced to talk to each other and try to work things out. On the other hand, sometimes this fic leaves me reeling. There’s a lot to get through in one sitting, and sometimes I have to break it up.
With Friends Like These by ChimaeraKitten Words: 4141 Summary: How Artemis got to know both Dick Grayson and Robin before finding out they were the same person. My Comments: This is a YJ fic, but it’s really good. Like, I didn’t know I needed Artemis getting to know Dick Grayson so badly until I read this. There are also some other really good fics by @chimaerakitten, but this one is one that I fell in love with.
Crowded Enough by CaraLee Words: 18,744 (15/?) Summary: An AU built off of the titular line from the pilot episodes of Young Justice. Dick Grayson comes home from the events at CADMUS to the enjoyment of his various siblings, friends, and sibling-like people. Now extended: One chapter per episode of the first season. Plus a few extras.
My Comments: I love this so much. Each chapter is gold.
Save You by ArsenicInYourPudding Words: 6538 (4/4) Summary: The three times Wally West made sure Dick Grayson lived to fight another day, and the one time he didn’t have to.
My Comments: Warnings for suicidal thoughts/actions. The bromance between Dick and Wally in this is amazing, and this fic got me through some tough times. The whole thing always has my crying by the end, no matter how many times I read it.
That’s just on ao3, and it’s getting really late, so I needed to shorten this a bit. I will say that you’re welcome to look through my bookmarks on ao3 and my story favs on ff.net if you’re looking for more. There are a lot of amazing fics out there that I didn’t mention. I probably will come back to update this sooner or later.
edit because I don’t know how I forgot these:
Interval of Shadow by CaramelMachete Words: 41,403 (15/?) Summary: Nightwing, Robin and Red Robin take on Clayface. Nightwing does not emerge unscathed.Is this the end of Nightwing’s career? How will the rest of family react? Will Dick recover, and what should he do if he can’t? My Comments: My goodness, this fic is honest to god amazing. It shows the struggle Dick goes through and how his family scrambles to be there for him. The interactions between everyone is so spot on, and if you haven’t read this, read it. And then come scream at me or @caramelmachete about it.
I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings by anon_nom_nom Words: 3,614 Summary: Prompt from yj_anon_meme: Okay, so I always thought that the reason DCAU Dick turned into such a bitter little thing was because he only ever had Batman, and sometimes Batgirl, but he never had his Titans or his Wally or anything.So I would like so see something where Robin is starting to show early warning signs of this, maybe just frustration after a really bad night on the job in Gotham with Batman, and him actually having his team there to help him deal with it.In which Robin has a bad night, discusses poetry, and gets a massage. My Comments: This is a YJ fic that shows the struggle that Dick goes through as a partner of Batman, and I find it super realistic. It’s really fluffy with a hint of light angst, and all of the characters are spot on.
Fear by tristen84 Words: 18,622 (6/6) Summary: While on a stake-out together, Robin and Kid Flash have a frightening run-in with Scarecrow. Dick-Wally friendship.
My Comments: Another YJ fic. If you want Wally and Dick bromance, like, this is the fic. It’s a really good story, too, and it shows just how much both Dick and Wally care for each other. It’s a good read.
I’m probably still forgetting some, but these are all amazing, too, and please check them out!
“Get Y/N in here,” I heard Alby yell. I had just been walking around aimlessly. I was tired from the past few days. It was starting to take a toll on me. Newt had insisted that I take a day off to let myself recharge, which until recently, I had refused to do, but my exhaustion had started getting in the way of my work. I started having blackouts, nosebleeds… I didn’t even want this day off, but at this point, Alby had stepped in and refused to let me even set foot in the medical bay.
So, naturally, when I heard Alby wanted me in there, I bolted in before anybody could even say a single syllable.
“What’s going on?” I instantly let my eyes wander to the patient. “Thomas,” I murmured.
“Y/N, don’t-” Alby began, but I had already bolted to his side. This was one of Newt’s best friends, I couldn’t let anything happen to him. I instantly closed my eyes and put my hand on his forehead. “Call Newt. Now,” I heard Alby whisper.
“If any one of you calls my boyfriend, I am going to end you, heal you, then end you again. So, if you have any care for yourself, I highly recommend you don’t do that,” I suggested not moving as I heard everyone froze. “Good,” I commented.
“Alby, I-” I heard Newt’s voice as he walked in. “Y/N, what are you-” I paused, opening my eyes.
“Which one of you was it?” I growled.
“Don’t get mad at any of them,” Newt asked as I saw Chuck walk in, hiding behind my boyfriend. I sighed.
“Dammit, the one person-” I began when I finally finished my reading. My eyes widened. “Get them out of here now!” I ordered. Them being Alby, Newt, and Chuck. Clint did as I asked.
“What do we have?” Clint asked me.
“Other than the head laceration and the crush injuries?” I asked nobody, “What the hell happened out there?” I asked Clint, who shook his head. Confidential information. I yelled in frustration. “Okay, there’s fluid around the spleen and an embolized tear. He also has Klebsiella pneumonia… Clint, what the hell happened?!” I asked.
“I can’t say, Y/N! You know that!” He sighed, pacing around. “We can open him up. Start him on antibiotics,” Clint suggested. I shook my head.
“Recovery time would be too long. Chances of infection too high. We don’t have to risk that, Clint! I can heal him! No risks whatsoever!” I told him.
“Y/N, don’t-” I closed my eyes, keeping my hand on Thomas’ chest, focusing on the healing.
I must have been more tired than I thought because it hurt like hell. The last thing I remembered was screaming.
I woke up to the sound of whispers. Slowly, but surely woke up. My vision was blurry and spotty at first but after blinking a few times, it cleared up. I groaned as I tried to sit up.
“You bloody idiot. Stay down,” Newt ordered. He was beyond pissed.
I looked around. I was in the clinic, on a bed, strapped down.
“Oh, well… isn’t this even just a little funny?” I asked. To which, the boys around me just glared at me. I suddenly felt very small. “No?” I asked, “Not even a little?” I wondered, “Come on, I mean, healer ends up unable to heal herself after healing someone else? That’s not the least bit amusing?” Nobody answered. Instead, Newt crossed his arms. “Tough crowd,” I muttered to myself, lying back down.
“Can I have a moment alone with her?” Newt asked the others, who nodded in return before leaving. He looked back at me. I rolled my eyes and groaned.
“Don’t look at me like that,” I told him.
“Like I’m a child who broke your favourite china set and you’re waiting for me to ‘fess up even though you know I did it.”
“You almost died-”
“I saved Thomas’ life,” I cut him off. “Come on, Newt, you can’t seriously be upset. Isn’t this a situation where you thank your girlfriend for saving your best friend?” I asked, still trying to be a bit funny. He just kept looking at me. “Okay, I don’t expect a thank you, but maybe just a little chuckle?” I asked, “I’m hilarious!”
“You weren’t so funny when you flatlined,” he sighed, taking a seat next to me, burying his face in his hands. My eyes widened.
“I… what?” I asked, “I died? For how long?”
“The longest 3 minutes of my life,” he said, a bit muffled. He looked up at me and he didn’t seem so mad. He was upset, but he wasn’t mad. He was terrified.
“Newt… I… I’m so sorry,” I apologised. I meant it. If the tables were turned…
Well, the tables were turned once.
“You’re sorry? Y/N, you were dead! Sorry doesn’t cut it!”
“I know,” I murmured. “God, Newt, I know.” I remembered how furious I was when he jumped off the wall. I couldn’t even think. I was so emotionally distraught that I couldn’t even access my powers. Just the memory of it… I tried to wipe a tear off my face, but I was reminded that I was restrained.
Newt never knew that I was there when they had to break his leg to set it and try to heal him normally. He never knew I saw him flatline. He never knew I was there, frozen in sheer terror while people were looking at me, expecting me to be able to heal him. He never knew I heard him scream. Instead, he thought that I had been lost since nobody told me. That’s what Clint had told him. That’s what I begged him to tell him. Newt would never know how much I blamed myself for his limp.
“I was there, Y/N! You don’t know! I was there! I saw you die!” He yelled. I looked down, unable to look at him. I did know. I knew it all too well. You feel it, you see your life with them flash in front of your eyes. You see the potential future you could have gone be destroyed. You see their smile, the way their eyes crinkle a bit when they smile… And you tell yourself that you’ll never see it again. I knew it like nobody else did because what was different was that I knew that if my feelings didn’t get in the way… I could have healed him… “And I wouldn’t have been able to heal you like you could have healed me if you were there!” At that, a sob escaped my lips as a few tears began to fall down my face. My heart rate had began to pick up as my breathing quickened because of the rate of my sobs. “Y/N?”
Clint rushed in. He saw Newt and then me and put two and two together. “Dammit, Y/N. I told you that lying would come and bite you in the ass.”
“Lorazepam,” I demanded from him. “Now! Please… please!!” I begged.
“Y/N? Lying? What’s going on?” I heard Newt as I began to lose consciousness again.
I woke up again, this time, free of my restraints. Newt was sleeping next to me. I recalled what had happened before I went under. I played with his blond hair.
“Y/N?” His brown eyes began to peer through to look at me. “You’re a bloody idiot,” I chuckled, a few tears running down again as I quickly wiped them away. “Why didn’t you just tell me to shut up?” I bit my lip and looked down for a moment before looking back at him.
“And say what?” I asked, assuming Clint had told him at this point. “That I was there? That I… That I couldn’t…” I took a deep breath as Newt sat up and put his hand on my cheek. “If I could have just pulled myself together, dammit, I would have been able to heal you. And you wouldn’t have that limp… And-” Before I continued, Newt embraced me.
“Stop blaming yourself,” he murmured. “You can’t save everyone, though you try, you can’t,” he whispered before kissing my forehead. I nodded. “I don’t blame you the least. I mean… when you flatlined…” He choked. I nodded, understanding.
After a while, Newt pulled away and stood up.
“Where are you going?” I asked, my voice hoarse.
“I’ve got work, love. I’ll be back. Don’t worry,” he told me. I nodded. “And, I hope you don’t mind, after you get out of here, you aren’t gonna be back for at least a month,” I gasped.
“A month? Newt, that’s a bit unfa-”
“No. I won’t hear it. No arguments. You have a month off. Appreciate it,” he chuckled. He kissed me, putting his forehead on mine. “I love you.”
“I love you.” He pulled away from me and I sighed. “You better not get in an accident in that month or any time that I’m here! If you get so much as a paper cut-”
“I know, I know. Lecture of the century,” he grinned. “See you, Y/N.”
You had been detected. You were now on their radar. You were recruited for one mission only. You’re trained and put to the test. With your background, everyone realizes it was a mistake recruiting a college student who would soon be faced with the thing that drove her to kill in the first place.
Warnings: violence, blood, swearing Word Count: 3,129
“You are the most beautiful person I have ever seen… I want to ruin you.”
“You’re too late.”
The second you walked through the classroom doors, everyone noticed you had a friend. With a class of 300 students, an Avenger was pretty easy to sniff out. You guided Natasha to an empty row and sat down, taking out your notebook and pens. She brought along a notepad, eager to learn something as well. Neither of you paid attention to the gawking of men in the room or the squeals the women couldn’t swallow. But just like any other day, you sat quietly and waited for the professor to begin the lecture.
Halfway through, Natasha leaned over and whispered, “I didn’t know cavemen co-existed with humans! That’s so interesting.”
You smiled and chuckled, peaking at her notepad. Her notes were clean and detailed, showcasing the most amazing handwriting you had ever seen. You scoffed, “I’m jealous of your handwriting.”
She giggled. Natasha Romanoff fucking giggled. You furrowed your eyebrows and stared at her in surprise. When she noticed your expression, she rolled her eyes. “I’m not made of stone and I know you aren’t either.”
That shut you up. You turned away and leaned down in your chair.
“How’d you learn to write that quickly?” she asked.
You shrugged your shoulders, “Underground training, I guess.” You never lied. This was a special thing about you. The questions you have been getting asked recently were never left unanswered. You found it helpful to always respond with a simple answer, even if that answer didn’t quite satisfy the requirements. You didn’t lie.
“You know you’re going to have to tell us what that ‘underground training’ consisted of,” Natasha said, copying down the words on the lecture slide. You only nodded, chipping at your nails like you always did.
“By the way, that blonde dude over there is checking you out.” Your remark didn’t stir anything throughout Natasha and she responded with a simple, “That’s nice.”
In all honestly, you were growing fond of Natasha. At first, you thought she would be your enemy considering your fighting style and attitude was similar to that of hers, but it only fueled her interest in you. Natasha felt as if she had found someone she could talk to, someone who shared her views and skills. Although, your skill set was very different from hers and she was beginning to recognize this.
Before you could reach into your backpack and grab your red nail polish, the windows from the ceiling crashed down to the body of students, smashing all over the ground. You and Natasha stood up and stayed put while everyone screamed and raced to the emergency exits. The professor yelled at the students, signaling them where to go. You and Natasha shared a look before she pulled a gun from her waist and aimed to the swarm of men sliding in from ropes. You hooked your fingers through your blazer and removed the two knives attached to your bra strap.
“Oh, yeah. I like you,” Natasha told you before she kicked herself off the seats, flying down to the front of the classroom and shooting men left and right.
You took the stairs, running towards a man with his gun pointed straight at you. You whipped around the aisle and grabbed his gun, pointing it in the other direction and then kneeing him in the crotch. Once he doubled over, you kneed him in the nose sending him upright once again. With his throat exposed and his eyes screwed shut because of his broken nose, you sliced his throat and continued your decent. Dodging students on your way down was difficult, especially when they would want to watch you in battle. You urged them to head for the exits and get to a safe place. You didn’t have to tell them twice.
Blank face and all, you turned to make sure Natasha was doing fine. Which was a stupid thing to do because Black Widow could handle herself. She, however, did the same to you. You smirked at her and launched yourself towards three men, taking them all down with your two little knives. Natasha showed up behind you, punching the guy’s back and twisting his neck with her bare hands. You thanked her, but your kind words came with some uninvited guests.
Two against seven wasn’t normally an issue, but Natasha had run out of bullets and each of the seven men had a loaded gun. Natasha sighed and looked at you. Your focus was on the seven men before you. When one of them aimed their gun towards Natasha, you instantly stepped in front of her to take the incoming bullet. Natasha was stunned and looked at the back of your head in disbelief, the action ultimately startling her.
“What do you think you’re doing attacking a college campus?” you snipped.
The man in the middle took off his mask and gave it to the man on his right, inching towards you little by little.
“We want the Winter Soldier,” he answered. The HYDRA symbol on their sleeves made an appearance and Natasha cursed herself for not noticing that sooner. Without being seen, Natasha pressed the distress signal on her bracelet to let Tony know your precise location.
“He’s obviously not here,” Natasha said, studying each man individually, knowing very well you were only concentrating on the movements of the one man before you.
“Bring him to me,” he declared. You shook your head.
“He’s not with us,” you said. That wasn’t technically a lie. He was not with you at the moment, but you knew they would take it as if he wasn’t residing at the Avengers compound.
The man before you raised his gun underneath your chin. “You spoke to him in the early hours of Sunday morning. You know where he is.”
You were confused. How did they know you spoke to him yesterday?
“What is that supposed to mean?” you fought. He removed the safety and was about to pull the trigger but was startled when a red and blue shield flew through the already broken glass and knocked out four of his men. You twisted his wrist, causing him to drop the gun. Steve, or Captain America as you were watching him now, knocked the last two men out and turned towards you and Natasha.
You kept your hands wrapped around the man’s wrists while Natasha tugged on his hair so he could look directly at Steve.
“What the hell is going on here?” Steve commanded, his voice deeper than you had ever heard it.
“Give us the Winter Soldier or we will do more than kill only one of you,” the man said through clenched teeth. You looked at Steve, wondering what his next play was. Without warning, Steve drove his shield across the man’s face and put him to sleep. ______________
You were all sitting in the conference room, your heads hung low and your jaws clenched. Every once in a while, Bucky would stare at you from the corner of his eye. The conversation you two had replaying in his mind. He couldn’t get you out of his head. You had nightmares, too. What did they ever do to you? The thought of you strapped to a metal board being electrocuted and tortured had Bucky breathing deeply and lowly, and he closed his eyes to try and get rid of the mental image.
You couldn’t take another minute of deafening silence so you raised your head and spoke softly. “What the hell were they doing at my school?”
Everyone’s eyes turned to you, the question on their lips as well.
“We have no idea,” Bruce answered, swiping his hands over his face.
“How do they know about me or where I was going to be?” you lowered your voice. This way you could let everyone know that you weren’t about to take anymore shit from them.
“No clue,” Tony replied this time.
You exhaled through your nose and straightened your back. “When were you going to tell me about the camera’s in my room? They were obviously hacked! That’s how they know Bucky’s here!”
She said my name. She knows my name. Bucky snapped out of his thoughts when he registered what you just said.
“Cameras?” Bucky softly asked. You looked at him and your face softened. You almost forgot that this whole mess revolved around him. They wanted him. “They’re all over my room. I covered them with tape once I found them all,” you replied. Tony and Bruce ran out and headed to your room, you assumed. You were confused.
“We didn’t put cameras in your room, Y/N,” Steve said. You looked at him in disbelief. You scanned the room to see if they were joking. They weren’t.
Your heart stopped and you felt the room closing in on you. You started to breath heavily, your eyes fixated on the coffee stain on the table. Your quick breaths did not go unnoticed and soon everyone was asking if you were okay and if you needed something.
“They’re back,” you said. You whipped your head up and made contact with none other than the Winter Soldier himself. “They’re back.” They had found you.
Your voice cracked. You hadn’t cried about the incident for three years. You weren’t about to start now.
“Y/N, calm down. Who’s back?” Natasha placed her hand on your shoulder but you ducked at her touch.
“It’s been three years. They couldn’t have found me that quick,” you stated, looking for a way out of the room. Natasha stepped in front of you with worried eyes but she was determined to make you stay.
“We are going to protect you. Tell us who’s after you,” Wanda said. You shook your head.
“I can protect myself. I’ve been doing it all this time,” you said. Bucky was now standing up, ready to hold you back if you started to physically fight.
“You need to tell us. You aren’t the only one who has just been compromised. We all have,” Steve stated. He was right. This wasn’t just about you anymore. The cameras were meant for you. They wanted Bucky for God knows what, but you were absolutely certain it was them.
By now, Tony and Bruce had returned holding the cameras they ripped from the walls and smashed. You panicked, looking for answers.
“Paris, France… three years ago. They hid my name. Look up ‘Lucy Campbell’,” you revealed quietly. Before they did their research, Tony’s voice sparked your senses.
“This is much more than a single name now, Y/N. We need your details,” Tony commanded. You turned away and clenched your jaw.
“I’m freaking out about something I’m not ready to tell you because it’s personal as fuck and you’re still begging for information?” you lowered your voice. You were becoming monotone again. You were fading again.
“Don’t pressure her, Stark,” Bucky tried to reason with him but Tony interrupted.
“And you? They want you. You. You really don’t want her to reveal anything right now? This is on you. It’s always on you.”
Steve stepped towards Tony but Bucky placed his metal arm across his chest. No fights. They had just repaired themselves. It was much too early for any more fights.
“Don’t blame Bucky for this!” you yelled. This caught everyone’s attention. Bucky turned to you, his eyes widening.
“We were doing just well without you in the picture, kid,” Tony turned to you.
“You. Kidnapped. Me,” you clenched your fists around the edge of the chair causing your knuckles to turn white.
“We need you for one mission. One mission and you’re gone.”
You shook your head in disbelief and stared at Tony.
“Starting today, your school knows you’ll be taking a leave of absence. You are now confined to the compound.”
You pushed the chair to the desk harshly and tugged at your hair. Your temper was shortening by the second. You stared wide eyed at Tony still.
“What?” you screamed.
“Romanoff will train you harder. Bruce and I will work on your new suit. You will go back to school after the mission.”
“I didn’t ask for any of this!” You were about to combust. You were done. You burst through the conference room doors and ignored the calls of your new “team”. No tears fell from your eyes and you weren’t about to show just how vulnerable you truly were to those freaks.
“Hey, Y/N! Wait up!”
You heard a recognizable voice calling out for you. You continued walking but they quickly caught up to you. When they tugged at your shoulder, you elbowed them in the gut and tried to leave again. Next thing you felt was your hand smacking against the wall and a white substance covering it. You whipped your head to the person responsible.
“Hey, I’m sorry about Mr. Stark,” Peter explained. You rolled your eyes and leaned your back against the hallway wall as well. You didn’t reply and Peter took that as a sign that he should continue.
“He’s just been really stressed and this mission coming up is going to be a big one. He even wants me to come and that’s saying something,” Peter said.
You stared at the kid and tried to read him. You didn’t detect anything other than sympathy and understanding from the kid. You tried to untangle your face so you could indirectly tell Peter he could continue talking with you.
“I’m sorry for getting you caught the other day. I didn’t think they would keep you here,” Peter thinly smiled. You nodded and looked back at your captured hand.
“Get me out of this thing.”
“Oh, yeah- I’m sorry about that,” Peter cut the webbing from you and you relaxed. You just stared at him while he rocked on his heels.
“I didn’t even know you were in there,” you admitted. Peter chuckled and slid his hands into his pockets.
“I’m the youngest here. I shouldn’t be raising my voice in situations like this.”
“Don’t be afraid to speak up,” you told him. He chuckled again.
“Yeah, I’ll keep that in mind. I’m free whenever you want to talk,” Peter offered. Your lip twitched into a small smile which caused Peter’s eyes to brighten.
“Okay,” you replied.
It was one in the morning when tapping interrupted your sleepless night.
It was almost like your roles had reversed. Bucky smiled at your response. The small interactions you two were having were making his still heart revive little by little. He wouldn’t admit this to anyone but you were actually the only other person he has held a conversation with other than Steve.
So, his next response was out of the blue and unexpected.
“-.. — / -.– — ..- / .– .- -. - / - — / -.-. — – . / — …- . .-. ..–..”Do you want to come over?
You smirked at that. Were you really ready to talk to someone? Bucky was like you, thought. Maybe he only wanted to sit in comfortable silence.
“-.– . … .-.-.-“Yes.
You took a deep breath before opening your bedroom door and knocking on his. It took a few seconds for Bucky to open the door, but when he did your heart picked up its pace.
He stood there with a small smile painted on his face. He moved aside and allowed you to come in. You walked in and took in your surroundings.
Gray walls. Black and gray sheets. Black curtains. White tile floors. Same walk-in closet and marble bathroom as yours.
“It’s nice to meet you,” you finally spoke. You held your hand out and Bucky shook it.
“It’s nice to meet you as well.” You wouldn’t admit to one another, of course but you’d be lying if you didn’t feel your legs wobble after touching him.
Small talk was comfortable between the two of you. You asked him how he joined the Avengers, how long Steve and him were friends, and what his hobbies were.
After an hour, you both were getting sleepy. You didn’t want to leave.
“Can I ask you something?” Bucky asked. You nodded cautiously. It depended.
“Why do you truly do what you do?”
Although you had been asked this by the other team members, you knew Bucky was implying something else. Translation: What happened that made you start doing this?
You looked down at your lap. You two were seated on Bucky’s bed, an admirable distance in between.
“I have all night.”
You laughed at that. “Why do you want to know?”
“You just seem like you want to get it off your chest,” Bucky commented. Silence ensued.
You sighed and broke down one wall. “Paris. Summer vacation. Lucy Campbell was kidnapped right in front of my eyes. I couldn’t save her,” you revealed.
Bucky only nodded, taking your hand in his metal one. You looked his arm over, marveling at its technology. He caught you staring and quickly retracted his hand, only for you to pick it right back up.
“I like it,” you admitted. He smiled and let you hold his hand. Even though you didn’t reveal the whole story behind it all, you still didn’t lie to Bucky.
“Who was she?” Bucky was careful not to step over any boundaries.
“She’s my sister.”
Bucky’s breath hitched in his throat and he quickly collected himself. He rubbed circles with his thumb into your knuckles. You blankly stared at your connected hands.
You nodded. “She’s married.”
Bucky noticed you weren’t saying the word “was”, indicating you thought she was still alive. Even behind your cold and hard exterior, you had hope.
“Are you okay?” he asked for the second time tonight. You looked up at him and found yourself lost in his blue eyes. This ex-assassin has the most beautiful blue eyes. You wanted to reach forward and feel every inch of him in case you couldn’t see him again. Feeling him, hearing him, seeing him…
“I don’t know.”
Bucky took a few seconds before he removed your hand from his and reached over to pull the sheets back. He motioned for you to get in and you obliged. Once settled, you watched him get up and sit in the couch in the corner. You were grateful he didn’t cuddle up next to you. You two weren’t even fully acquainted yet. Then you remembered this was his room. As if noticing your internal argument, Bucky quickly reassured you.
“I don’t mind. Get some sleep.”
“I don’t sleep that much,” you said.
Bucky settled into the couch and crossed his arms over his chest. “Me neither.”
Let me know what you think! I got a thousand plot twists for you guys.
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader; Steve Rogers x OFC Jessica; Bucky Barnes x Reader (Close friendship)
Warning: Swearing, Drinking, Cheating, Lying, Near death, Secrets, Angst, Drama, Heartache. (Don’t say you weren’t warned…)
They say innocent flirting never hurt anyone, clearly they were never
in your situation. Being apart of the Avengers was everything you had
asked for, and more. Getting close with Steve Rogers was an even bigger
plus, that little crush you had on him, became something you couldn’t
resist anymore. When you decide to admit your feelings for him, your
best friend Jessica announces she’s going to ask him out. You can’t
stomp on your best friends happiness for your own selfishness. Could
you? But what if Steve doesn’t feel the same for her? Can you convince
him to play along? Can you box away your own feelings for Steve to let
your best friend find some kind of happiness? How bad could this go, you
were a trained spy hiding and lying was a key part in your training.
Favourite Mika videos oh boy strap in. Most of these videos are fuckery because that’s what I’m in this fandom or. Mika: come for the tunes, stay for the goofs. Also shout out to this one YouTube account called DreamlandGirl. MIKA they uploaded quite a few of these and many other great Mika clips.
So we have this clip where he talks about his worst April Fools prank and I die of second hand embarrassment. Literally the first time I watched it I had to keep pausing because I was just cringing.