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Bad Dates [Bucky Barnes]

A/N: I went ice-skating for the first time on Sunday. It was a terrifying experience but @psychicghostninja , kept me from falling on my ass way too many times. She is the most amazing person I have ever met and was my inspiration for this one-shot, so I’m just gonna go ahead and dedicate this one to her because I don’t know what I’d do without her. I hope you guys enjoy this.

The loud bang of the bedroom door shutting in on itself startled Alex. She nestled comfortably in cocoon of blankets on a single armchair at the far corner of our shared bedroom. I unclasped my necklace and slammed it onto the dresser in annoyance. Alex didn’t bother to look at me from behind the screen of her laptop, instead she just removed her earphones and gnawed at the fingernail of her thumb.

Another bad date?” She asked with a smug smile. I glared at her through the mirror but she didn’t notice and continued tapping away at the keyboard. I removed the pins holding my hair in place, allowing the dark strands to shower all the way down my back. I beat through the locks with a hairbrush, filling the apartment with the static sound of hair-snapping. Alex lowered the screen of her laptop. “That bad, huh?” I didn’t need to answer her for her to know that it was much, much worse. “What did you expect, Adriana? He looked like he walked off the set of a Christina Aguilera music video.” This was the third bad date I’d been on in the month. Alex shook her head in disbelief – she couldn’t understand why I went out with so many different guys – but she didn’t want to ask either. I sighed in exhaustion and collapsed onto my bed.

“Hey! Bad dates are better than sitting at home with a tub of ice cream and… Netflix.” I gestured to the empty tub lying on the foot of the couch. She had deliberately placed it there with the hope that I wouldn’t see it. “If I die alone… at least I’ll always have you right, Lexie?” I joked and she rolled her eyes before turning her attention back to the screen. We enjoyed a few moments of comfortable silence when her phone vibrated on the pedestal. I was about to toss it to her when she leapt over me and grabbed it. She had her back to me and I couldn’t see the stupid grin on her face until she turned around and walked back to her armchair. She twiddled her thumbs against the screen furiously, accidentally bumping into the side of my bed before she sat down again. She placed the phone – faced down – on her lap before looking back up at the computer screen. I sat up and eyed her suspiciously. “Okay, I only have one question.” She avoided eye contact and pretended to be busy but her goofy smile gave her away. “When did you turn into a fucking Olympian? I’ve never seen you move like that, ever!” I was still shock over how gracefully she had moved.

My eyes fell on the phone. She gave me a warning looking as I crawled over to the end of the bed to grab it but she quickly moved it out of the way. I rolled onto my back and pouted. She just laughed. “Is it Steve?” I asked suggestively, wiggling my eyebrows. Steve was Alex’s other best friend. She had met him once while on a morning run and they’d become good friends. I had never met him but heard a lot about him from her. Alex straightened her expression at the mention of his name. “Omg! It is Steve!” I cooed excitedly as I sat up and bounced on the bed.

“No, Adriana. It is not Steve.” She groaned irritably. Her phone began to chime loudly and I quirked an eyebrow at her. She let it ring a couple more times as she made her way out of the room and shut the door behind her. I pressed my ear to the door and listened, hoping to catch a name to tease her about. “Hi…” She said shakily. The shadow of her feet under the door kept shifting back and forth; she was pacing nervously. This person was very important to her. “Tomorrow night? I don’t know. Don’t you think it’s too soon? She’s very…” Alex fell silent. After some time she let out a sigh of defeat. “Fine. I’ll tell her. No, I promise. I will! Bring Steve along then, he can keep her company. Yeah, whatever. Okay, bye. Stop that! Ugh, you’re so annoying. Goodnight, Nat! I’ll see you tomorrow.” Alex’s voice was giggly by the end of the conversation and I quickly ran back to bed when I heard her coming. Alex climbed on to the bed and crossed her legs underneath her. She rested her chin atop her knuckles and smiled, thoughtfully. I cleared my throat to pull her back down to Earth.

“So… who was that?” I probed curiously. I couldn’t contain myself any longer. I had a million questions for her. “Nat? Is that short for Nathaniel or a nickname for…?” A pillow smacked me in the face before I could finish my sentence.

“I knew you were listening!” Alex laughed when I tried to throw the pillow back at her but she caught it, effortlessly. “I have been seeing someone for a while…” She held up her hand to stop me from asking any questions as soon as I opened my mouth to cut her off. “…Tomorrow night, we’re going ice-skating and I would love it if you could come along.” My smile faltered. I hated ice-skating. I was awful at it. “If you don’t want to skate, it’s cool. Steve and his best friend are coming along too. You could just hang out with them.” I shrugged nonchalantly before getting under the covers.

“Fine. Only because I want to meet Nat. Is he cute?” Alex pursed her lips before getting into bed as well.

“Yeah, really cute.” I smiled excitedly before she turned off the side lamp, shrouding the room in complete darkness. I stared up at the ceiling for a couple hours before finally falling asleep.

***

It was safe to say that I was more excited about Alex’s date than she was. I followed her around our apartment, bombarding her with questions about Nat which she only answered in simple, one-word answers or that I should wait and see for myself.

“Ugh, yes. You can choose my outfit!” Alex groaned after half an hour of pleading. I jumped up from the bed and raced to the closet. She looked up at the sky and prayed for some divine assistance as I began holding different sweaters against her slender frame. She lasted about five minutes before she stalked back over to the bed in boredom and began texting. It took me a while but I finally settled on a pair of black jeans, a red flannel shirt and Converse sneakers.

“Wow… you look great!” I clapped when Alex emerged from the bedroom. She had her hair fastened into a tight ponytail and only wore a light lip shade. She rolled her eyes at the compliment to hide her smile. I stood up and she examined my outfit. I wore a short grey skirt with a matching capelet, white leggings with rose pink Jeffrey Camp Lita boots. She opened her mouth to speak but quickly closed it again. I grabbed my car keys from the counter and she gave me a questioning look. “What? How am I going to get home if you decide to… not come home.” I grinned wickedly at her and she smacked my arm. I yelped in pain and massaged my arm as we made our way to my car. It was frostier than I expected and was glad I had a coat in my trunk. “Which rink we going to, anyway?” I asked as I turned the key in the ignition and unwound the window, allowing some of the cold air inside the car.

“Winter Village and for God’s sake close that bloody window!” Alex’s teeth were chattering as she rubbed her hands together to warm them. I laughed at her reaction before turning out of the parking lot.

Winter Village was only ten minutes away but it only took us five. When we got there, the street was already lined from end to end with cars. I cursed under my breath as a car sped out of nowhere and cut into my lane. Alex grabbed onto the dashboard as I slammed on the brakes just in time to stop us colliding with the car. She was breathing deeply as I found an opening near the entrance and turned into it. “Never. Ever. Again.” She complained as I climbed out of the car. “You drive like a maniac!” She shouted over the noise.

“Yes, but did you die?” I shrugged disinterestedly and she sighed in defeat. “How are we going to find anyone in this crowd?” I asked looking down at the sea of people gliding over the ice. Some held hands and twirled around to the beat of the music while others were more reserved due to their inexperience. Alex looped her arm through mine and led me over to the skate shop where she could rent out a pair of skates. I kept my arms folded across my chest and looked around at the excited faces passing us. Alex held a pair of ice-skates in her hand when she brushed up against me.

“There, they are!” She beamed when she saw a tall, blonde-haired man waving in our direction. He was really cute and he looked like a Nathaniel. I hated when people didn’t look like their names. He pushed his way towards us and I bit my bottom lip and surveyed his appearance. He was muscular, blue-eyed and good looking. I approved.

“Hi… you must be…” I stretched out my hand to greet him. He realised what was happening and quickly interjected,

“Steve. Steve Rogers.” Okay. What? Suddenly, a dark-haired man and a red-headed woman joined him. I looked at Alex who was grinning from ear to ear at the sight of them. The red-headed woman kept her eyes on Alex the entire time and when she was finally within range wrapped her arms around her and lifted her off the ground. I felt a small smile tug at the side of my mouth when they finally pulled apart. Alex was blushing and the woman – Nat – looked pleased with herself. She kept her hand laced in Alex’s and turned towards me.

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you. I’m Natasha Romanoff.” She gave me an awkward, one-arm hug because she refused to let go off Alex. I nodded in acknowledgement and was about to introduce myself when she spoke again, “I know who you are Adriana. I love your shoes. Jeffrey Campbell. Winter Collection.” She observed when she looked down at my shoes. Alex was gazing up at Natasha who was about a head taller than her. She had a sparkle in her eye. When she finally looked at me, I gave her a thumbs up to signal I approved. “Okay, I am taking my girl for a skate. You guys can hangout for a bit.” Natasha didn’t bother waiting for our reply when her arm snaked around Alex’s waist and steered her towards the rink, leaving me standing nervously next to Steve and his mysterious friend.

“Aren’t you going to skate?” Steve asked and I shook my head ‘no.’ I couldn’t help but notice his friend peeking at me from behind his long hair. “Oh right, Adriana was it? This is James Buchanan Barnes but you can call him ‘Bucky.’” Steve gestured to the man beside him. Bucky averted his gaze and tried to step into the shadows but Steve grabbed his arm and dragged him forward. When he stepped into the light, I saw how handsome he was. My heart doubled over.

“N-nice to meet you.” I stammered, I wanted to extend my hand to him but it was frozen at my side. I looked away from his blue eyes and back at Steve. The noise levels began to rise and I could barely hear myself think. “You guys should go skate. I’ll be okay here.” I called to them as I made my way towards the deck but Steve and Bucky refused to leave my side. I sat down on a vacant chair and watched as Natasha kept her hands on Alex’s waist as they glided across the ice. They looked so happy together. Every now and again, Natasha would look at the expression on Alex’s face and she would smile in contentment. I had my eyes fixed on the beautiful couple that I hadn’t noticed the silent argument between Steve and Bucky. They were prodding and pushing each other to sit down on the seat next to me. Suddenly, Bucky blurted out,

“Adriana, Steve wants to sit next to you!” I was startled by his voice and looked up at the two men. Bucky was smirking and Steve looked uncomfortable. When I sat down, I hadn’t noticed that there was only one seat next to mine. I patted the seat next to me and motioned for Steve to sit down. Bucky leaned against the railing of the rink and crossed his arms, even through the leather jacket I could still see how muscular his arms were. No one said anything until Natasha and Alex skated over.

“Are you three really going to sit here silently, all night?” Natasha laughed. “Come on! One skate, Rogers.” Steve shook his head and remained in his seat. “What about you, Barnes? Why don’t you ask the lady to skate?” Natasha nudged his arm and Bucky glared at her. Alex whispered in Natasha’s ear and her eyes widened in horror. “Adriana! I can’t believe you don’t know how to skate.” I looked away shyly. Steve and Bucky exchanged glances when the lights dimmed and the upbeat music changed to a mellow tune.

“Sorry, guys but this is our song.” Alex grabbed Natasha and dragged her back onto the ice as Meghan Trainor’s I’m Gonna Lose You played overhead. A purple spotlight was the only light scanning the room as couples swayed along to the song. It stopped on random couples along the way until it made its way towards Natasha and Alex. They were holding hands and were gazing into each other’s eyes as they slow-skated.

“Wow…” I smiled at the sight before the spotlight shifted again. The song ended and the lights flickered on again. Bucky had just returned with three pairs of skates. He handed one to Steve before kneeling down in front of me and unlacing my boots. “What are you doing?” I asked, laughing over the top of his head. He slipped on the skates and laced them up before doing the same thing for himself. He held out his hand and helped me up from my seat before leading me over the ice.

“Steve and I are going to teach you how to skate.” I looked nervously between the two of them as Steve stepped onto the ice and helped me onto it. Natasha and Alex were watching on my amused curiosity as my legs wobbled underneath me.

“I’m scared.” I whimpered as struggled to find my balance. Bucky placed his gloved hands on my side and held me up as Steve took both my hands in his.

“I will catch you if you fall, just keep your eyes on Steve.” Bucky assured me. My heart was racing in my chest.

“I think Bucky likes Adriana…” I heard Natasha whisper to Alex but I was too terrified to reply. Natasha took Alex’s hand and watched as she skated around her in a circle before they joined us. I shrieked as Bucky let go off my waist and Steve pulled me towards him. I grabbed his hands tightly and he groaned in pain. Natasha burst out laughing at Steve’s expression.  

“Okay, I think it’s time to take a break. I’m gonna go get some popcorn, Adriana?” Steve asked before dragging me towards the exit. I nodded in relief and waved at Natasha and Alex who showed no signs of wanted to leave each other’s side. I removed the skates and pulled on my boots again. Bucky was smiling to himself as I handed the skates back to him.

“You alright there, Bucky?” I nudged him playfully as we walked back to the skate shop. He just nodded, he didn’t speak much. Steve went off in the opposite direction. I glanced over my shoulder and saw a man watching me with narrowed eyes. I jogged to keep up with Bucky’s large strides before turning around again. The man had disappeared. I felt a cold shiver run down my spine. “Why don’t you wait out here? I’ll go in and return those?” I suggested as I took the skates from his hands and felt his fingers brush against mine. They were extremely cold. He quickly let his left arm fall to his side as he nodded in agreement. I walked into the shop and handed the skates back to one of the assistants. She smiled graciously at me before setting them back on the shelf.

I turned to exit the shop when the man from before appeared in front of me. He was bald and had a toothy grin on his face. Tattoos stretched up his flabby arm and up his neck. I moved to the left to step out of his way but he stepped in front of me again, obstructing my path. I glanced out the shop window and could see the back of Bucky’s head. I thought about screaming for him when the man parted his jacket to reveal the butt of a pistol lodged in his belt.

“Scream.” He dared, before grabbing my forearm and dragging me out of the store. I was hoping Bucky would turn around but the man pulled me out of sight before he could see. “We don’t wanna hurt you. We just want Captain America and Black Widow.” Okay, what? “Where are they?” He shouted at me before pulling the gun out and burying it into my stomach. I had no idea what he was talking about.

“I-I don’t…” I cried as two more men appeared and pushed me onto a steel chair. They tied my hands behind my back before doing the same with my legs. “Please, let me go!” I begged with tears rolling down my face. One of the men whispered in the bald guy’s ear and his face twisted into an evil grin,

“Oh, you were holding out on me… The Winter Soldier is here too.” I furrowed my brow in confusion as they turned on a bright light over my head.

“The W-winter S-soldier? What is that?” I looked around the room trying to get some kind of idea as to where I was but all the walls were unmarked. It looked like some kind of boiler room. A furnace burned in the middle of the room and beads of sweat dripped off my back. “I don’t know what you’re talking about! Please, let me go!” I sobbed hopelessly before hanging my head. Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain spread across my cheek from where he had struck me.

***

Meanwhile, half an hour had passed and the line outside the store had shortened. Bucky glanced inside and could not see Adriana anywhere. Perhaps she wanted to get away from you, his mind taunted him cruelly, and she was probably freaked out by your hand. His chest rose and fell in one heavy breath as he walked back to where she had been sitting before. He found the seat empty. Steve had Alex on his back with her legs locked around his waist as he glided around on the ice while Natasha watched on with a broad smile. Their carefree faces was in direct contrast to his. He couldn’t see Adriana anywhere. Steve was the first to notice and skated over with Alex still on his back.

“Buck, what’s wrong?” Steve asked when he noticed his friend’s distressed expression. Alex climbed down from his back and came round to where he was standing he avoided eye contact with her as he asked if she had seen her. Alex glared at him.

“I thought she was with you…” Alex kept her voice low. “Where is she, Barnes?” She demanded more furiously after a moment and Bucky looked down at his feet. Steve and Natasha exchanged worried looks. “I swear to God if something happens…” Alex was ready to punch Bucky but Natasha locked her hands around her waist and held her back.

“What happened, Buck?” Steve questioned and everyone listened as he explained how she had went in to return the skate shoes and didn’t come out again. Alex had already killed him five times in her mind. “Okay, you and Nat go check the store for any clues about where she went and Bucky and I will around look for her, Alex?” Steve proposed, Alex wanted to look for her friend too but she had to be rational.

“When this is done… you and I are gonna have words, Barnes.” Alex growled at him before Natasha grabbed her hand and dragged her away. Bucky was riddled with guilt as he and Steve checked the concession stands and restaurants. Steve watched as his best friend tirelessly, checked every corner they passed for her.

“She’s gonna be okay, Buck. She looks like a strong girl… someone perfect for you.” Bucky stopped in his tracks and gave his friend a look that said ‘don’t go there.’ Steve was having none of it. “Buck, it’s not wrong if you like her.” Bucky did like her but he couldn’t think about that, he had to find her first. Steve and Bucky met up with Natasha and Alex outside the skate shop.

“Some bald guy with tats dragged her out of here.” Natasha explained. She exchanged a silent look between the two guys and Alex rolled her eyes at them. “They went this way. The camera managed to catch them going down the staircase. They’re probably in the basement.” Bucky unzipped his jacket to reveal a black t-shirt underneath. He pulled it off all eyes fell on his left arm. It was made completely out of metal. He clenched his hand into a fist and strutted off in the direction Natasha had pointed.

***

“It’s been an hour, boss! Maybe, she isn’t the one.” One of the lackeys stated in a bored voice. He was playing with a butterfly knife. I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye before looking up at the bald guy again. He was memorising my face, comparing it to the image he had in his mind.

“No, I saw her with him. She’s the one.” He ran his tongue along his bottom lip. Did they mean Bucky? There was a loud clang and the door flew off its hinges. I jumped out of my skin as the man with the knife tossed it straight at the person at the door and I was sure they were dead but, they stepped inside with the blade pressed between a metal palm. The knife flew back at the guy who had thrown it but he couldn’t catch it. It lodged into his shoulder. Bucky stepped into the room and the bald gun lunged at him. Steve and Natasha followed. Natasha swiped at the guy’s fight making him fall on his back while Steve ran over to check if I was okay. The other guy took his momentary distraction to point a gun at him but Bucky ran over and slammed his leg into the guy’s chest making him drop the gun. Bucky picked up the gun and pointed it at the man clutching his chest in pain. Steve untied my hands and legs. Alex ran into the room and hugged me tightly. I buried my face into the crook of her neck and sighed in relief. I thought I’d never see her again.

“Alex! I don’t know why they took me, they were looking for Captain America and Black Widow and…” I trailed off before burying my face in her hair again while Natasha, Bucky and Steve took care of the three thugs. I slowly pulled away from Alex and watched as Bucky hauled the guy to his feet and punched him in the face. “Wait… are they?” I whispered to Alex who nodded in confirmation.

“You knew?” Steve blurted out before looking worriedly at Natasha. Alex broke into a cheesy smile before turning to Natasha.

“Oh hell yeah… Black Widow.” For the first time, Natasha blushed as she welcomed Alex into her embrace. Bucky came over and stood awkwardly at my side.

“So… on a scale of 1-10, how likely are you to say yes to a second date?” I turned to Bucky in surprise.

“This was a date?” I teased and he furrowed his brow and let a strand of hair fall over his face. “Do you always let your dates get kidnapped?” I poked my finger into his metal arm and he quickly moved it away. “Relax, Bucky! That was a joke. Believe it or not, this was not my worst date this week.” I chuckled softly before noticing Natasha pecking Alex sweetly on the lips. Steve covered his eyes and Bucky and I groaned. “Seriously, get a room!” I complained and Natasha grinned at us.

“I think you should give Steve and Bucky a ride back home.” I gave Alex an ‘I told you so’ look as I winked at her and whispered,

“Have fun,” in her ear as I walked past with the two guys, leaving the lovebirds alone.

A/N: This was just random. What do you think? 

Writing Prompts

Here is a gift for @coldtomyflash

1.       “The hardest part was lying to you.”

2.       “You’ll never be happy if you’re alone.”

3.       “You’re making a grave mistake.”

4.       Shaking, her fingers brushed over the cold lifeless body.

5.       “Hey, can you like not, sweat on me?”

6.       She unclasped the necklace, making her neck feel bare, she dropped it into his hands.

7.       She stepped on his hand, his fingers cracking under the pressure, “Where is he?”

8.       “No! Please!” He grabbed his shoulder, “You have to believe me.”

9.       “Magic?” He snorted and looked at the man next to him, “Yeah right.”

10.   “Hey?” The man raised his eyebrows in response, “Can you actually be on time tonight?”

11.   She pushed the coffee mug closer to him.

12.   “You have to accept the fact that he’s never coming back.”

13.   She shuddered, “It can only end one way.”

14.   His stomach flipped when he walked into the room.

15.   The gasps filled the room when he entered.  

Paths Less Taken: Secrets

Haytham Kenway x Reader

A/N: I’m going out of town for a bit so I’m hoping to finish up the two parts for tra. 


“You’re late.” Haytham deadpanned, his back turned to you. He didn’t need to see you to know who it was.

“Yeah, well, shit happens.” You grumbled, brushing past him with more force than necessary. The impact caused his hands to unclasp, an indignant glare shot your way.

He was looking to you, assessing your emotions with steely gray eyes. The redness of your eyes had long since faded, but he knew you were crying. It wasn’t a physical clue that gave it away so much as a mental one. That fierce drive that’d been sparked to life in your eyes was now gone, leaving nothing but dull acceptance in its wake.

“I presume you found out all you wished to know.” He said, unable to keep your gaze. It didn’t feel right to look at the once fiery eyes reduced to a mere fraction of their greatness.

“Something like that.” You sighed, running a tired hand down your face. You should’ve gotten sleep before you took off in search of answers. It wouldn’t be wise to be so unalert, especially in the presence of Templars.

“You finally see reason.” Haytham nodded, an almost pleased smile on his lips.

Reason? All you’d heard was that Achilles had allowed you to believe Shay was dead, did anything else really matter? You weren’t going to turn against the people who practically raised you just because they’d done what they thought best for you and the rest of the world. You may be pissed, but you weren’t a traitor.

“I’m not having this conversation.” You spoke from behind a clenched jaw, fire sparking to life in your eyes again. “Least of all with you.”

Despite your words, Haytham couldn’t help but feel a certain amount of pleasure at seeing a bit of life behind your eyes once more. He wasn’t sure why, but seeing you without it made him almost… worried. He frowned.

“Right, well, Shay’s inside with the rest of them.” Haytham stated, effectively dismissing himself from your presence. Maybe he was still suffering from that God awful brew Hickey had slipped him.

You watched Haytham’s retreating figure with a slight frown, the scent of old spices and fresh mint being carried away with him, leaving the sweet smell of dew-licked pine. With him gone, you released a shaky breath, the air forming smoke from between your parted lips. The cool, damp wind kissed along your exposed cheeks, tinging them red and pushing you towards the entrance of the tavern. You had no doubt Shay would already be waiting for you. After all, he had always complained of your tendency to sleep in until the sun was already high in the sky as children.

You took each step carefully, the crunch of leaves and twigs beneath your foot acting as a buffer between your thoughts. Your loyalties lie with your brother, as they always have, so why do you still wish to be an Assassin? They led you to believe that your brother had been dead, they allowed you to live a broken life. Why can’t you accept that? Maybe it was because you’d believed in what they taught, or maybe because you’d grown an attachment to them. For all intents and purposes, you’d seen Achilles as a mentor- father, even. And being here, away from him, brought back that image, the one where he stared at you with clear disappointment.

Perhaps you were a traitor.

“(Y/N),” Shay smiled, his eyes alight under the rising sun. “I’ll admit, I’m a bit surprised you’re awake this early.”

You managed a half smile at his words, much too exhausted and emotionally drained to fool him. When he tried to ask what was wrong, you simply brushed him off and escaped to the room he’d secured for you the night before. The room wasn’t much, a few lit oil lamps and a straggly old bed in the middle, but it served its purpose. Despite the untidy condition of the bed, you still longed to have a few minutes to become acquainted with it.

“Work,” you muttered aloud, not entirely sure who the words were for. The room seemed to respond as you took a step inside, the floorboards creaking beneath your weight and the branches outside tapping the glass.

In one dark, cold corner, sat a small pack of ammunition and water. Shay thought it best if you packed for a journey, too afraid the Assassins would be on your tail to make any sort of stop. Fortunately, he was wrong. You heaved a sigh, slinging the pack across one shoulder. Oddly enough, the black bag felt almost indiscernibly heavier, like something small had been added. With piqued curiosity, you opened the bag, nearly missing the slightly burned envelope stuffed beneath a pile of bullets.

You lifted the envelope to the light, curiously peering at the outline of a coin through the thin material. A red wax seal held the two flimsy sheets together, the seal consisting of a dragon wrapped around a tree. The dragon’s tail was in its mouth, its body coiled together to create an infinity sign. An ouroboros: the symbol of eternal recreation, of life from death and death from life. It was a never ending cycle of rebirth, of creation from destruction and vice versa. An unfamiliar, but also unique, seal. Whoever sent it, you weren’t sure, but they’d given a clue as to who it could be.

Scrawled neatly across the middle of the beige envelope was words of wisdom, or perhaps a warning.

He who commits injustice is ever made more wretched than he who suffers it.

Plato. You had no doubt that whoever left this envelope was very aware of your current predicament. With haste you broke the seal, tipping the material over so that the coin could come loose. It fell to your palm with a soft thud, the metal, though cool, burning into your flesh. It wasn’t a coin, it was a pendant, a very familiar one at that.

Varrick Alexander, a blacksmith and associate to the Assassins, had hand-crafted the pendant that now weighed heavily in your hand. Engraved in the wrought iron was a sphinx standing proudly before the rising sun. He’d told you it’d been a symbol of strength and power as well as truth and mystery.

Mystery indeed, you thought dryly. Varrick, your friend of many years, had been buried with this very same pendant. You’d pried it from the limp grip of his killer after you’d plunged your blade into the softness of his belly to return it to Var before he was laid to rest. How you were holding it, you had no idea, but the thought of your friend’s once warm skin holding this metal in his cold, dead fingers had you dropping it suddenly. It hit the ground with a resounding thunk, startling your attention away from the ghosts that seemed to dance around you. With a shaky breath, you opened the letter.

It was grimy and caked with dirt, black ink strokes barely visible beneath the layers of mud, let alone comprehensible. The corners were singed from fire, the char as dark as the ink. You inhaled largely, blowing as hard as you could on the parchment. The grime cleared away just enough to see three handwritten words.

The growing sense of dread hit an all time high, your eyes wide with fear and something else. Regret, perhaps. Whatever the feeling, you’d masked it behind a small smile as Shay walked into the room, his eyes gleaming brightly.

“All ready?” He inquired, nodding his head towards the exit.

“Yeah.”

You cleared your throat, stuffing the letter and pendant deep into your robes in hopes of washing away the memory of what you’d seen. It didn’t help. For in the back of your mind, you knew exactly what that letter meant. You weren’t the one suffering injustice in this instance, you were the one committing it. Like a bullet to the heart, the three words popped fresh in your mind once again.

The dead walk.

[F2F | Sam/ Kurt]

[Kurt sighs, knocking and hearing no response or acknowledgement from Sam, the cold drink in his hand and bag in the other limiting his use of his hands.] Sam? [He reaches for the door handle only to notice it’s not unlocked like Sam has said, causing the submissive to frown and set down the items.] 

Be that way then. [Kurt mumbles to himself, unclasping the brooch he had pinned to his shirt. He had a decent amount of experience with the submissive locks- they were relatively straightforward and he’d picked his own lock enough when he forgot his key in his dorm after a night at Nick’s.] You’re gonna owe me a new brooch.[ He continues mumbling slightly irritated, knowing from experience the metal of his pin would end up bent when he was done. It takes several minutes but eventually the door clicks, Kurt making a mental note he is slightly out of practice.]

[When he enters the room he is frowning, bag in one hand and drink in the other again, immediately sliding off his shoes and shutting the door behind him.] I use to forget my key after sleeping over at my ex’s place a lot.. You lied though- you said you wouldn’t lock it, Sam. 

@samissive-evans

Misconceptions

The Bible is wrong
about serpents.

God’s favor is clear
in the skin

shed in one piece,
the snake emerging

vivid as a woman
who slips from

the stockings between
her and pleasure.

Notice the jaw: it unclasps
to accomodate

appetite. The sleek skull
is earless. The world’s music

plays along the finely
tuned underside.

—Francesca Bell, first appeared in Tar River Poetry

poem #4

we are all just star dust
but eventually stars die, no matter how bright
and infinity is not real to me
because one day this world will collapse
and our hearts will disintegrate to dust
we will melt into the dirt beneath us as our life vanishes
our existence being forgotten within a matter of minutes
the fingerprints we left on hearts will be replaced with new ones
and as i wrap my hand around yours, i know they will unclasp
i know one day you will not recall my name
and as my rotting lungs push into the ground, i won’t recall yours

8

Just got home from a really wonderful gig, took off my shirt & went to look in the mirror to see how to unclasp this earring (couldn’t do it, I’m sleeping with the earring in tonight) & I like the way I look so here’s some selfies.
Lately I’ve taken to shading over my light & wispy hairs on my lip to make it look like I have a moustache. I like it. Can’t wait until I’m actually able to grow one!
They/them

abbee2002 asked:

*moans into kiss* *arches back, offering myself to him* *runs my hands through his hair and pulls him closer*

Kou: *begins to unclasp your bra whilst kissing you, sliding it off sneakily* You’re very dirty, you know that? Maybe you lost all of your shame by now ♪

PSA for fitbit users!!

So fitbits are fun and dandy and nice to have right? Yeah? Well, I learned the hard way that they have a bad habit of unclasping and falling off your wrist and going off to see the world without you noticing, becoming completely lost.
Forever.
Not fun.
But– never fear!!
If this has happened to you, and you’ve acquired your fitbit within the past year, you can call the company, and they’ll ship you a new one for free!
Just make sure you know the model and the email it was synced up with, and things will be fine.
I did it today, and my replacement is already on the move.
That is all!
The more you know, friends. 🤗

theparadigmshifts asked:

first, before the beginning, and next to make you write more :) :)

Woo! Thank you! It is only fair that I get to do this, since I’m so demanding from you. ;)

First two lines:

“A tall, wiry man paced back and forth, his lips moving in silent rehearsal of a speech, his hands clasping and unclasping at varying heights before him. He paused now and then to readjust some books or papers on the tall shelves paneling the wall behind the desk.”

Before the beginning:

This has only a very minuscule relationship with what happens, but it IS related, and it was fun to think about:

“The priestess’s words were final, and they were celebrated by bells; the cloister signaled the others with ringing, and the mountains were filled with the haunting echo of bells: there had been a prophecy.

It had been so long since the last prophecy that most lay people had almost forgotten about them, but nearby towns knew enough to send messengers to the cloisters when the ringing began. Years ago, the cloisters had used the bells to announce invasions as well as prophecies, and it would be good to know which was happening.

The messengers returned quickly with cryptic scrolls and the words, rasped as they tried to catch their breath, “dragon hunters.”

Dragons had long been considered extinct, and with them, dragon hunters.

The priestesses had finally lost their minds.”

Next line after the last one written:

“After spending most of the day beneath canopies of trees, he had actually underestimated the heat of the sun. Hoping his sunburn wouldn’t get worse, he shielded his eyes as he looked out toward the ocean. ”

@piiiety

              THE ONLY THING that could be heard was the small muttering of prayer
coming from connor’s lips. he prayed for murphy, his mother, his father - wherever he
may be -, for rocco, doc …  the list went on. yet someone sitting next to him broke his
list. he lifted his eyes to look at his new neighbor, his hands unclasping from in front of
him.

It doesn’t work,” she continues, unclasping her hands, smoothing her skirt. “What you’re feeling right now doesn’t work. You can’t wander around and think the wandering will call them back. Believe me. I know you don’t want to hear the long view, but let me tell you. You are so young. I know it’s none of my business. But still.

storyowls asked:

▲ (3)

(I don’t want to know what Su had to do to convince Kierianne to even consider this, lmao.)

The black flame sighed, starting to unclasp the armor covering her upper body, laying belly-down on her cot. “Don’t fucking. Look at me or whatever, if that’s possible. Just, do what you’re going to do before I change my mind,” she spits out, half-growling as the pandaren sets to work easing her back. She’d never been touched with care in this way, but her instincts, her natural inclination, was to growl out and try to wriggle away. But, soon enough, the druidess calmed.

Within minutes, she’s as calm as anyone’s ever seen her, perhaps more. The anger, bitterness, melted away as the pandaren’s touch continued, as if the strain in her back had been the source of her spite all along. As she finishes up, Ki glances over her shoulder, drowsy. She nods towards the exit of her tent, before laying her head down, and promptly sleeping.

She is curious about the shape of his mouth. She wonders if this could be the one, if she could unclasp the secret pieces of her heart to him…[he] looks at her, and for the first time he understands the impulse that first drives men to paint. To sculpt. To sing…there exists between them something tenuous and delicate. They can both feel it. Like static in the air. Faint as frost.
—  Kingkiller Chronicles, Patrick Rothfuss