stacked form

When magic starts to return to the modern world, barely anyone notices. It doesn’t look anything like what we imagine. People don’t suddenly start developing magic powers, casting spells, or turning into elves and dwarves. In fact, people don’t really change at all, not at first.  It turns out that the magic isn’t even here for us. It’s here for what we’ve built. 

The change is slow, and subtle, and strange, as the magic works its way into our institutions. You mail letters to dead relatives, and the post office starts delivering their replies. Late-night bus routes stop at places never seen on any atlas. Libraries suddenly include subterranean archives where you can look anything you’ve ever forgotten, from the names of your favorite childhood books to the precise flavor of your first-ever chocolate chip cookie. 

The people working at these places take the changes in stride. The letters from the dead just show up every morning, sorted and stamped and ready for delivery, so why not carry them? Bus drivers follow the maps they’re given without trouble, and learn to accept even small gold coins as more than adequate fare. Electricians get used to seeing warding symbols in circuit diagrams, while clerks at the DMV find a stack of forms for registering ghostly steeds as personal vehicles, and sigh in relief at finally having that particular bureaucratic headache solved. The firefighters are shocked the first time they see a giant of living water burst out from a hydrant, but after it rescues several of them from a burning building, they decide not to ask questions. They tell their stories to others, though, and soon word of the changes is spreading. 

There’s no single moment of realization where everyone discovers that magic is real; the knowledge just creeps into day to day life a bit at a time, and society adapts. Cyber-safety programs teach people to never accept a file from the electric fairies without sharing one in return, and to never accept their Terms and Conditions without searching for the subsection on Souls, Forfeiture Thereof. Students leave offerings of coffee and boxed wine to petition the School Spirit for lower tuition or exam deferrals. Nurses learn the hours when Death stalks the hospital hallways, and keep bedside vigils in the children’s ward. They bring board games and cards for when the reaper is feeling playful, and well-worn baseball bats for when he isn’t. 

There are problems, of course, like the vicious monsters of blood and fire spawned from age-old hate groups, or infestations of the writing many-mouthed worms that literally feed on governmental corruption, but really, they were already there before the change. Magic only elaborates on what we’ve made, good or ill, manifesting the latent modern mythology underpinning our society. It doesn’t offer solutions to all of life’s problem, but for a few hurting people, guarded by the concrete arms of a neighborhood come to life to protect its community, or flying away on wings of copper wire and fiber-optic cable, it’s exactly the change they needed. 

Not My Girl (Jeff Atkins x Reader)

Originally posted by cynicalsunset

Word count: ~3,930 

Request: Anon- Jeff request please! “She’s not my girl”, could you make it like something reader overheard? For example she passes her friends, the jocks, on the way to class. But not before she heard Justin say something like, “look Atkins, it’s your girl” And she get’s upset because they’re not dating, but they’re not not-dating either. And she’s upset and mad at school, but he’s her ride home. Then in the car, could reader be petty at first like Jeff asking, bad day at school/practice? And she’s like nope! And he puts his hand on her thigh when he’s driving as she pulls away so he’s like “oh so you’re mad at me?” And he won’t leave until she tells him. 

Warnings: None I don’t think. A little swearing, Justin being kinda pervy, Jeff being too adorable for words. I think that’s it. 

A/N. Thanks for the request! I’m sorry this took me so long, but I loved writing this one :) I summarized the request, but I feel like I got the gist. I should be answering requests a little more frequently now that I’m getting back in the flow so feel free to keep sending them in. Alright guys, you ready? Enjoy!

(Y/n) hummed to herself as she walked down the hallways, practically skipping as she made her way towards her second period class, weaving through the crowded hallways that usually angered her without a care in the world. She had crashed at Jeff’s last night, after a Fast and Furious marathon had run late, and had skipped first to go home and shower. She had been thinking about skipping the whole day, but she had a chem test in third and couldn’t afford to miss it.

Even the thought of covalent bonds couldn’t dampen her good mood. Things had finally happened between her and Jeff last night. The movie marathon had begun as a friend thing, with Clay, Hannah, and Tony over as well to spend the rainy day watching television and hanging out. As the day had changed to night, first Tony, then Hannah and Clay had excused themselves to finish the last of their weekend homework and get to bed early, leaving (y/n) alone with Jeff. He had merely shrugged once the others had left, flashed a breathtaking smile, and asked if she wanted pizza or chinese for dinner.

The two had been casual friends forever, the way kids in small towns all knew each other, but over the last few months (y/n) had noticed things start to change between her and Jeff. He was no longer the awkward, gangly kid with braces who collected baseball cards, and she was pretty sure he had felt the shift too. Suddenly there was a lot more touching, a lot more teasing, late nights spent texting and lunch periods spent sharing inside jokes. It was amazing. Everyone else had begun to notice too, teasing the both of them about the flirting and the ‘eye sex’, which they both resolutely denied. If anyone asked, they were just friends. But obviously (y/n) wanted more. And she was sure Jeff did too.

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Bucky Barnes x reader AU (short series) 

Notes: swearing, flirting, mentions of child abuse and alcoholism (past), none other yet

Summary: As a PA/secretary, you are all too familiar with the fantasies nearly all men share: banging their hot assistant. Former jobs haven’t worked out for you for that exact reason, and now starting out at a new company, as the secretary for the CEO of the hottest modelling agency in the country, you’re hoping this one will be different. But after meeting your new boss, Mr J.B. Barnes, you’re not so sure if it will be. Then again, maybe Mr Barnes is not as stereotypical as you think he is.   

A/N: Hi guys! This is a little something I’ve been working on lately. It’s only gonna be a few parts and I hope you enjoy it! 

“Whoa, hey there doll, what’s the rush?”

Quickly checking if you hadn’t dropped anything, to avoid any more embarrassment on the first day on your new job, you looked up at the man you’d just crashed (face-planted) into.

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The Accidental Husband

Part 1 - Breakups and Marriages

Fireman!Dean x Reader

A/N: This is an AU inspired by the namesake movie. It doesn’t follow the same storyline, just the main concept.

Summary: Dean gets dumped and apparently it’s all your fault. That’s why he and Charlie decide that a little payback is not gonna hurt and, if it does, well… then it’s just karma.

Word Count: 1800+

Tags: @mrswhozeewhatsis @why-do-you-want-my-user-name @daydreamingintheimpala @driverpicksthemuusic  @mysoul4dean @thing-you-do-with-that-thing  @amoreagron @spnfangirl1965 @aristtewinchesterholmes @thisisthelilith @chelsea072498 @skymoonandstardust 

Originally posted by frozen-delight

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Movie Night Part 3

Character Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Word Count: 3387

Warnings: NSFW 18+ Smut, semi-public fingering, sexual penetration, teasing, fluff… the works.

Request: How would you feel about doing a part 3 to movie night? If not, I understand but I would like to read more! - Anon

A/N: I really enjoyed writing this! I got lost in the smutty goodness! (This can be read as a stand alone!)

Part One - Part Two

Alone time was hard to find in this compound.

You and Bucky hadn’t been able to be alone since you had snuck out of his room a week ago.

It was driving you mad.

You took a deep breath and opened the door to the conference room. You laid the files on the table and got the coffee brewing. You had just bent down to get the cups out of the cabinet when the door opened behind you.

“Unf… Buck, what are you doing?” you heard Steve say.

You straightened back up quickly and turned to see that Bucky had stopped right in the middle of the doorway, causing Steve to crash into him. You blushed because you knew that Bucky had gotten a great view of your ass. The slit in the back of your skirt had probably awarded him a peak of your thighs as well.

Steve pushed Bucky forward, walking around him to see you standing there. He laughed softly and shook his head. “Good morning darlin’.”

You sent him a shy smile with a wave and watched as Bucky sat down in the chair next to the one you always sit in. Steve laughed harder, sitting across from him.

You turned around and poured 2 cups of coffee for them. You bent over the table to hand Steve his. You almost dropped Bucky’s cup when you felt a hand wrap around the back of your knee.

Sitting his cup in front of him, you looked down at him incredulous. His fingers trailed up the back of your leg as far as your skirt would allow. “Thanks doll,” he said, his voice turning husky.

“Would you like me leave?” Steve asked abruptly.

You jumped away from Bucky and went to pick up the file folders. Bucky threw his coffee stirring straw at Steve, and mumbled something under his breath.

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Evgeni Malkin #1 - English

Anon asked: Hey, I saw that your requests were open and I was wondering if you could do a Evgeni Malkin where he’s nervous talk to you because he doesn’t speak English that well.

This prompt really got away from me and ended up being the longest one I’ve written. I am wearing a Malkin t-shirt jersey as I type this and I promise that it was a coincidence. I love him way more than I probably should. I took the liberty of adding in Bryan Rust as a character to work out some plot holes so I hope that is okay! I hope you enjoy reading this an much as I enjoyed writing this!

You loved working in a bakery especially one you owned but sometimes being your own boss was tough. You were usually the first one in and that last one out but today you finally pawned off the late shift to someone else and left early. You felt guilty of course, it was your bakery so it almost felt like cheating when someone else did the work. If it hadn’t been for the insistent nagging of your younger brother to come support him at work you wouldn’t have left. You were the older sister to Bryan Rust a winger for the Pittsburgh Penguins and thorn in your side. They made it through to the second round of the playoffs as you expected but you would never let him know that. Each player was allotted a certain number of tickets per game and you insisted that it was only right that your parents and your other brother Matt got to go. You made excuses about being busy at work which were half true and finally he had enough. Bryan, armed with a jersey and threat to call your mother showed up during your lunch break to directly ask you to come to their game.

“Bryan you know I can’t leave when there is so much to get done!”

He pulled his best wounded look, “it’s like you don’t care about me or something.”

“You know that isn’t true.”

“Prove it to me,” he crossed his arms, “come to the game tonight and as proof of attendance you have to meet me after in the locker room.”

You looked down at the stack of order forms on your desk, “fine. Yeah I’ll be there.”

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Let Me Love You pt. 6

Originally posted by fy-sexo-exo

Let Me Love You

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8

Description: You finally understand why Baekhyun acted so guilty.

Genre: Smut // Fluff // Slight Angst

Pairing: Byun Baekhyun x Reader

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It hadn’t been long after your meeting with Baekhyun that you found yourself sitting at the bar of your hotel; the place where it all started. You couldn’t get the image of your new face out of your head and you weren’t sure if it was a good thing or bad.

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Someday you will find
No one gives a shit if you
Think they’re offensive

Someday you will find
Your opinions will mostly
Matter just to you

Someday you will find
Yourself on the outside of
A popular cause

Someday you will find
A trophy only matters
If it’s really won

Someday you will find
Half of what you now believe
Was total bullshit

Someday you will find
The person you thought you were
No longer exists

Someday you will find
If religious people or
Athiests were right

Someday you will find
Having your feelings hurt is
Quite survivable

Someday you will find
People you thought were your friends
Never really were

Someday you will find
Those you thought did not like you
Actually did

Someday you will find
Many of these predictions
For you are not true

Because lets face it
I’m not a fortune teller
Or overly smart

But I try

Summer: Wow, it’s really coming down. Hope the Inn isn’t too far from here.

Qrow: Yeah, i’m freezing myah…ah–AAAHCHOO! -shivers- …my ass off.

Summer: Hey! Don’t catch a cold! Raven will kick MY ass all over Vale if we show up to meet them and you’re sick! You just had to leave your coat back in the dorm room!

Qrow: It’s too much added weight! I travel light! -watches Summer glare at him and sniffs- Well, what do you propose? I don’t assume you have another cloak hidden in there somewhere? -scans Summer sarcastically-

Summer: -shoves him and pouts-…No, but…-pulls her hood down- you can get smaller. Come on. -pats her shoulder-

Qrow: What? You sure you want me to–

Summer: -pats again- We don’t have all day, bird boy. -smirks- Get your tail feathers up here so that I can put my hood back up.

Qrow: -smirks back and plants a quick kiss on her cheek- You’re the best, Short-Stack. -changes form and lands on her shoulder without haste-

Summer: -throws her hood back up- Alright, lets keep moving before it gets any worse out here.

Crow Qrow is so fun to draw interacting with Summer.

Like the stupid teenager he is, Qrow is too cool for things like ‘a jacket’. When it rains on a mission or on campus, he usually either sucks it up, or if he’s lucky and Summer is around, snuggles up under her hood in his avian form.

i think i see the future

@natsumeweek 2017
Day 5; Ten years later

pairing: nishinatsu

and this is the end! you can read the previous chapters on tumblr here or on ao3. (the rest of them can kind of stand alone, but this one refers back to the previous chapter pretty heavily so i would read that one first ;;;) 


“I’ll see you again on Monday,” Satoru promises, meaning it. The boy clinging to his knee looks up at him with solemn brown eyes that peek wide and lamplike out of a round face. “Hey, don’t look at me like that. It’s only three days away.”

Words notwithstanding, Satoru crouches and offers one last hug. Susumu lunges for him, attaching to his chest like a limpet, small hands folding into fists in the back of his shirt.

The tiny body in his arms doesn’t tremble at a touch anymore, has stopped flinching at every sudden movement, and it only took seven long months and two different foster homes to get to this point.

Satoru is Susumu’s third social worker, assigned after the first two washed their hands of him. Susumu is the twenty-sixth or so child to land in a heap of files on Satoru’s desk, and quite possibly the most endearing little person Satoru has ever met.

“You’re such a good kid,” he says, so full of fierce affection he might come apart at the seams with it. “There’s a place for you somewhere, and I’m gonna find it.”

The woman fostering Susumu steps out to take his hand and draw him back into the house, and Satoru tries not to feel bereft as they go.

“See you Monday,” Susumu calls softly over his shoulder, more of a plea than a reminder.

“You’re not supposed to get attached,” Satoru reminds himself sternly, for the one millionth time, on his way back to the car. “You’re never supposed to get attached.”

It gets harder and harder to leave every day.

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Epilogue after Reunion

The reunion went smooth as fuck everyone was so surprised that i changed into a rich and sexy stud. They don’t know that i took a cheat path by taking a stud’s body into myself.

Clean hair, ripped muscles, perfect beard, square jaw. But i felt something is missing. Deep down i wish i could be bigger. This might be the hidden wish of that person i absorbed long ago.

One day after work, i went to the gym. I’ve been a member and had a personal trainer before i steal a stud’s body. It was late at night and the gym was quiet. My personal trainer welcomed me. He was very surprised how my body changed so much in less than a year. He licked his lips, showing that he took interest in my body.

“I assume you took the infamous serum and taking someone’s body.” as he pushed me to an inclining bench and pulled my office tie.

Ah, he seemed familiar of the serum, then. I nodded in affirmation.

He gave me a quick kiss, “Naughty boy, let me give you a punishment for cheating.”

He took of my pants, using me as his fucktoy mindlessly.

“How do you fell, rich boy?! I really like you now… those muscles fits you… UGH… very fucking well. UNF..Fuck i… i might enjoying this more i did you last time!”

He fucked me through every hole i had. My mouth, my ass, his movements are wild as fuck i felt being ripped apart. He has trouble catching his breath while fucking. And i have nothing to do but moaning in pain and pleasure.

He pushed me back to the bench as he began fapping. He moaned hard and harder. He’s getting near to the climax.

“Ugh.. AAARGGHH… You like this man milk, rich guy. Tell you what, I’m offering you my own body to make you even more perfect!”

Did i hear that right? He offered his own body to be absorbed by myself!

“But no, i don’t want to be just absorbed… I wanted to become a part of your rich life. I want my mind, my memory, and my sanity intact. I wanted to live alongside you as a rich stud”

“But i… i don’t have the serum”

He laughed, as he cleaned himself off, “Don’t fret, i have the serum with me.”

He went off to his gym bag as he took 2 serum that has same color.

“This serum works differently that the original one. Instead the host absorbing another, this one literally merges two bodies while keeping their personalities intact, thus two minds in one body.”

He offered one of the serum to myself. I took off my office suit, as we went to the shower room together.

I kept looking at his shaft. I can feel it… It’s going to be mine soon… That manhood, strong veiny and manly…

He pushed me down to the floors as he unite our body into a much more perfect entity.

Our manhoods were colliding each other. Two treasures of studs merging together into a larger, stronger, and more virile weapon of man.

“Ohhhh… I can feel it, our body merging..!!!” He moaned as he kept pushing into myself.

His arms, his legs, his torso, it melts down into my own. My own body accepted the foreign power of man. Our lips met, our tongues wrestle, using little time to give deep kiss as our head meld together.

His knowledge, his memories, began to pour into my own. But his personality intact.

“I finally going to live with you, as a rich man” another voice echoed in my head.

As he finally melds into me fully, My body began to move. I pushed myself up into a standing position. My arm began to move on its own, as if it’s partially controlled by my personal trainer, he put his briefs into our own body…

But then another spark of pleasure rise up in every inch of our nerves. It’s having an AMAZING ORGASM… EVERYWHERE


We arched our combined heads. Our pecs began to inflate with power. Veins surfacing on our abs, biceps. Our strength combined, becoming the true being of testosterone!

Spines grew longer, our body increased in height

Our shoulders grow larger, our frame grow wider in size

Our abs stacks to each other, forming an amazing, large eight pack.

We moaned so loud in amazing pleasure. It’s the greatest growth we never felt before!

One ripped man, and one hulking man, together they become a large, powerful beauty made from muscle.

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Suddenly our crotch felt really hot. As we feel blue inside our balls… The flaccid manhood began to grow enormously, two additional testicles were manifested into the scrotum. Forcing the briefs to grow obscenely large.

Slowly but surely the combined manhood forced upon our briefs, precums began flowing like crazy because all 3 sets of testicles working harder than normal.

Strange feeling flows up from our crotch into our pecs as our nipples grows and spurts out liquid. With a quick taste, it’s actually precum being shot.

The process was completed. A new, perfect man has stood in front of the mirror.

“We look amazing, isn’t it” As the voice from my personal trainer echoed through my mind.

“Indeed, we are.” As we flexed together our new large guns and posing a “most muscular” posture.

“I” took a new shot of myself in front of the mirror. Using it as the wallpaper of my smartphone.

Now I’m no longer the rich man, nor the personal trainer. But a new perfect entity of pure testosterone.

It is time to live together in harmony in form of perfect muscle. I pack all my things and wore my office suit.

Sadly, it seems i can’t button them. Because this combined body has larger frame and wider chest.

Oh well, might as go back home shirtless. At least my office pants is still wearable, albeit it’s too tight.

I might need new clothes, larger size.

This personal trainer named Thomas, lived happily alongside me. As two minds inside one perfect body.

As a man of strength, testosterone, virility, and of course… wealth.

Now, for a new selfie in my facebook.

I can’t wait to see my friends shocked upon my perfected handsomeness.
A Harvard researcher invented these $139,000 stackable homes that can be built in under three weeks
By Leanna Garfield

Based in Austin, Texas, Kasita offers housing units that can sit by themselves or stack to form apartments. The pre-fabricated homes can be assembled off-site and delivered in two to three weeks.

The startup is now selling its first units, which measure 352 square feet and cost $139,000, across the US. There is currently a waitlist for preorders — $1,000 holds a spot.


Title: Im Movin’ On

Warnings: One swear word. 

Tag Requests: @writingfortheavengers @keeper-of-the-fangirls @sebastianstanfans @allthecoloursposts @procrastinatingvirgo @princeofsassgard  @fabulous-dani 

Author’s Note: The bold is lyrics to the song ‘Im Movin’ On’ by Rascal Flatts. I heard the song, and this story just played through my head. Then the italics are flashbacks. There is a lot of fluff and angst. 

“I’ve dealt with my ghosts and I’ve faced all my demons. Finally content with a past I regret I’ve found you find strength in your moments of weakness. For once I’m at peace with myself I’ve been burdened with blame, trapped in the past for too long. I’m movin’ on" 

Bucky finished packing his go bag, switching the light off in his bedroom as he overlooked his room one last time. He stealthily made his way down the corridors of the Avenger facility. As he walked down those darkish halls, memories flashed through his mind with each step he took. 

James was walking down the hallway looking down at this new device he held in his hand. Trying to figure out how to send a text message back to Sam. That’s when he knocked her down, his head shot up as he put his phone away, “I am so sorry!” 

She moved her hair from her face as she looked up at him, “No, no, it was my fault. I was not looking where I was going.” She looked around at all the paperwork now spread over the floor. She forced a smile at him.

Bucky dropped to his knees frantically trying to get the papers into a stack, “I was not looking either.” As he formed a stack and that’s when his eyes locked onto hers. Her (y/c/e) sparkled under the lighting in the hallway, it was as if she was looking straight into his soul. 

She gave him a smile, “You must me Bucky.” She held out her hand, “I am (y/n). Steve has told me a lot about you.” He glanced at her soft hand compared to his callused hand.
Softly taking in into his, afraid he may break her hand, he helped her stand to her feet. “That’s me.” He gave a small chuckle, “You can call me James.”

He walked past each team member’s bedroom door, placing a note on each one. Each saying different things, but all meaning the same. Thanking them for different things they have helped him with, taking him in, allowing him to join the team, and thanking them for the memories. He came to a stop and placed his hand on her door, causing it to open. Tensing, fearing the sound would wake her; he relaxed when she only shifted in her bed. He argued in his head on what he should do, should he walk in or should he just leave? Taking a deep breath in, he walked inside, for once he was thankful for his skills. She did not even know he was there standing by her bedside. He just watched her sleep. She was flawless to him. The way her eyes fluttered as she slept, the small smile she would do from time to time. It made him wonder what she was dreaming about, surely it wasn’t about him, at least not anymore. 

 "James!! Stop!! NOO!!“ She let out a belly laugh as she and he are playing cat and mouse around her bedroom. He gave her a mischievous grin as he jumped onto the bed and tackled her into the ground. “GOTCHA!!” He exclaimed as he placed a kiss on her nose, “TAG! You’re it!” With that, he quickly got off her and took off out the bedroom door. 

She jumped off her feet and tried to catch up to the super soldier. (y/n) could hear his laugh echoing through the halls as she was trying to figure out where he went. She came to a stop, “FRIDAY, where is James?” The AI quickly responded, “I am sorry mam'e. He ordered me not to inform you. He also ordered me to call you a cheater if you asked. So, (y/n) you are a cheater.” She threw her head back laughing and shaking her fist in the air, “JAMES! YOU ARE SUCH A BASTARD!” She turned and seen him standing at the end of the hall, “Well, that was rude!” He joked as he took off running again through the halls.

He let out a small smile as he bent down and placed a kiss on her head. Placing the note on her side table, he left without a sound. He walked down the stairs and into the garage where his motorcycle was parked. Typing in the password to open the garage, he pulled out and onto the road. He stopped one last time and turned to look at the facility. 

“I’ve lived in this place and I know all the faces. Each one is different but they’re always the same. They mean me no harm but it’s time that I face it They’ll never allow me to change. But I never dreamed home would end up where I don’t belong I’m movin’ on.” 

With one last small sad smile as he whispered to himself, “Thank you, for everything.” He drove off into the dark of the night. As he drove through the back roads tears filled his eyes at the memories that flooded through his mind. He wanted to turn around and go back, but he knew he shouldn’t. 

His motorcycle was parked a few feet away in the grassy plains. A blanket was spread out on the grass, empty togo containers were off to the sided Bucky and (y/n) laid on the blanket looking up at the stars. She was snuggled by his side. The only noise that was heard was the wind blowing through the leaves in the nearby trees. It was a cold winter night. She was bundled up in one of his jackets. He was twirling her hair with his human hand as his metal was behind his head. Nights like these the two of them loved sitting in silence, just enjoying the time together. She gasped at the sight of a shooting star, “Did you see that?” 

Bucky couldn’t help but let out a small laugh. He loved how excited she got about the small things, “Yeah, I did see it. You need to make a wish.” He turned his head and seen her squinting her eyes shut smiling. “Done!” She opened her eyes to see his blue eye looking at her. 

What did you wish for?” His voice just loud enough not to be labeled as a whisper.
“If I tell you, it won’t come true!” She teased sitting up.
He sat up smiling, “Aw, come on doll.” He placed a kiss on her lips, “Please?” He stuck his lower lip out at her, giving her the puppy dog eyes, and whimpering like a puppy. 

She play pushed him over, “You look like a puppy!” As she let out a laugh. He crawled over to her rubbing his head on her arm whimpering, “Okay, now you look like a cat!”
He looked up at her, “Pleaaaase!”
She let out a playful groan, “Fiiinnneee. I wished that we would stay together forever.”
His eyes widened as a serious expression came across his face, “Really?” 

She nodded as she ran her hands through his hair, “Really.”
He smiled at her, “Consider your wish granted. Because I don’t plan on leaving you.”
Now her eyes widened at him, “Really?“ 

He chuckled, “Really. I love you.”
Her mouth dropped slightly, “You what?”
He cupped her face with his hand, “I love you.”
Her eyes watered at his words, “I love you too James." 

"I’m movin’ on. At last, I can see life has been patiently waiting for me, and I know there’s no guarantees, but I’m not alone. There comes a time in everyone’s life; When all you can see are the years passing by, and I have made up my mind that those days are gone." 

Tears flew off his face from the wind as he drove down the road. He drove till he reached the end of the town, parking his bike at a gas station; he walked inside and paid for some gas as he made his way back to fill up his motorcycle.

"I sold what I could and packed what I couldn’t. Stopped to fill up on my way out of town I’ve loved like I should but lived like I shouldn’t.” 

(Y/n) woke up to Bucky’s scream, “James? Sweety wake up! FRIDAY, get Steve!”
The AI responded, “Yes mam'e, but please remember what Mr.Barns told you. Do not engage him when he is experiencing a nightmare.” 

She nodded as she watched James shake and cry out. It broke her heart, “(Y/n)!! (Y/n)!! No!! Please!!” Tears were escaping his closed eyes, and at that moment she could not take it anymore. She placed a hand on his chest, “James..” His eyes shot open at glared at her. His eyes were dilated. She quickly moved back off from his bed, “FRIDAY, where is Steve!?” Her voice now shaking,

“He will be here in 30 seconds.” The thing is, she did not have thirty seconds.

Bucky already had his metal hand around her throat. “J–j–ja..” She could not get the words out. His grip on her throat tightened, “WHO ARE YOU!?!” 

Steve burst through the door, “Buck! Put her down!” He just glared at him. “Bucky, look in her eyes..”
He slowly turned his head to see her (y/e/c) slowly shutting. That is when it hit him, “(Y/n)!” His grip came undone, “No!” she fell to the ground unconscious. Steve quickly ran to her side, “FRIDAY get Bruce!!”

“I had to lose everything to find out” 

Bucky stayed propped against bike as the gas filled up. He stared at the picture of her that he always carried with him. Tears fell from the tip of his nose onto the picture that had fold creases all over it. He heard the pump click letting him now it was full. As he straddled his bike he looked to his side and seen her standing there, Steve standing behind her. He whispered her name. Thinking it was a figment of her imagination, he slowly got off his bike and took a step toward her. When she ran into his arms that thought was quickly gone. He broke down in her arms. They stayed in each other’s arms for what seemed like forever. 

It has been three months since the incident. Three months since Bucky had her in his arms. After what happened, he did not trust himself around her. If they were in the same room, he stayed as far away as he could. He did not want to risk another thing happening. 

She cupped his face as she looked into his blue eyes, “James, please come home.”
He shook his head, “I can’t doll.” He wiped the tears from her eyes, “I need time. I need–I need to forgive myself. I can not do that being in the same building as you. I fear every second that I will hurt you..again." 

She did not respond. She cups his face and presses her lips against his. He looked at Steve and gave him a nod. He headed toward his bike as she tried to go after him, but was stopped by Steve. He wrapped his arms around her as she screamed his name, "JAMES! Please!!” He turned to her, “Remember your wish?” She nodded as tears fell from her eyes, “I promise you, it will come true. Just give me this time to forgive myself. I love you.” She nodded, “I love you too James.” With that, he got back on his bike and drove off into the darkness. 

“Maybe forgiveness will find me somewhere down this road….I’m movin’ on.”