we are fine as hell

So what you’re telling me is that the lieutenants are okay 👀👀👀👀 

6

Father Crowley.

Bts reacting to your high school pictures!

Namjoon:

“Ahahaha your hair! your clothes! Ya look wack! ahahaha”

“Do you remember yours?”

“Shut up. I don’t know you.”

Originally posted by yahjiminie

Jin:

“Looksy what I found y/n~”

“What?”

*waves the yearbook in your face* “To post on twitter or not to post on twitter? That is the question.”

“You better not.”

“Make me food and we’ll see.”

Originally posted by yoongichii

Hoseok:

“Aww look at my little jagiya! I’m going to show everyone!”

“Nooo!!”

“Hmmm fine! only because you’re mine and I get to keep you all to myself!”

Originally posted by frittatansonyeondan

Yoongi:

“Ya look crusty.”

“Excuse me? Shall we look at your pictures?”

“I mean… damn mami. You was lookin fine as hell. Can I get past yous number?”

Originally posted by jeonbase

Taehyung:

“I’m gonna go show everyone this!”

“No Taehyung!” *you tackle him before he opens the door*

“Jagi what the heck?!”

“You needed to be stopped you animal!”

“Whatever, more for me!”

Originally posted by bwipsul

Jimin:

“Ahahah you look so different! How?!”

“What do you mean? I look the same!”

“Mhm suuuure you do sweetie.”

“I do!” *you pout, crossing your arms*

“I’m kidding baby!” *he’d hug you afterwards, giving you smooches*

Originally posted by beui


Jungkook:

“Were you cool though?”

“Define cool?”

“A kpop idol cool…”

“Boy if you don’t.”

“I’m cooler than you!”

Originally posted by jeonbase

Cristiano wins Portugal’s player of the year at the FPF Quinas de Ouro Awards (20.03.17) 

(src: @FCPortoGlobal on twitter)

PT: ”Falar mais um bocadinho… Bom, como disse anteriormente, 2016 foi um ano de sonho - a nível pessoal, a nível coletivo… Aquilo que conquistei no Real Madrid foi super importante - a Liga dos Campeões. Mas acho que a cereja no topo do bolo foi o Europeu, sem dúvida alguma. Foi a primeira vez na história de Portugal e, de certa forma, é especial. Para mim foi especial porque era o último troféu que me faltava e, por isso, fiquei super contente.

Agradecer, uma vez mais, aos meus companheiros do Real Madrid e, obviamente, aos meus companheiros da Seleção, ao mister, todo o staff que esteve connosco, que nos acompanhou e a todos os portugueses - tenho de frisar uma vez mais, porque acho que eles foram super importantes na nossa conquista do Europeu, porque nos deram confiança e fizeram-nos acreditar que, realmente, as equipas favoritas também podem ganhar, e foi isso que aconteceu. As coisas correram… no principio, lembro-me, foi muito difícil, mas a crença sempre esteve presente: no nosso treinador em primeiro lugar, e em todos nós jogadores. 

Por isso, foi um ano de excelência - a nível pessoal e a nível coletivo - e, como digo, foi um ano de sonho. Por isso, estou muito contente. Obrigado a todos e… [em espanhol] Pasadlo bien!”


ENG: “Talking some more… Well, as I said before, 2016 was a dream year - at a personal and collective levels… What I achieved in Real Madrid was super important - the Champions League. But I think the icing on the cake was the Euro, without any doubt. It was the first time in the history of Portugal and, in a way, it’s special. To me it was special because it was the last trophy that I was missing and, so, I’m super happy. 

Thank you, once again, to my team mates in Real Madrid and, obviously, to my team mates in the National Team, to the mister, to the entire staff that was with us, that accompanied us and to all the portuguese - I’ve got to emphasize this once again, because I think they were super important in our conquest of the Euro, because they gave us confidence and made us believe that, really, the favorite teams can win as well [note: I can’t speak for Cristiano but I think he meant to say the ‘non favorites’ here] and that was what happened. Things were… in the start, I remember, it was really hard, but the belief was always present: in our coach firstly, and in all of us players.

So, it was a year of excellence - at a personal and collective levels - and, as I say, it was a dream year. So, I’m very happy. Thank you to everyone and.. [in spanish] Pasadlo bien!”

The only thing I would say about them is that, you know, it seems like anything that gets thrown their way, you know it can still - they’re pretty strong together as a unit, usually.
—  Iain De Caestecker on Fitzsimmons at C2E2, at which time he absolutely knew how this arc was ending. In Elizabeth and Iain we trust, people. In Elizabeth and Iain we trust. 

So I love that whole ‘Earth is Space Australia’ thing right, and I was thinking… plants. 

You know how we repot plants when they grow to big, and how we can just dig up something and put it in our garden and if you’re a halfway decent gardener it’ll be fine? Hell, we can grow plants from small cuttings of bigger plants!

What if alien plants don’t do that? What if aliens don’t even have plants? Some alien that doesn’t understand what that green thing in the ground is watches a human dig around it and pull it out, only to put it back in a weird cup with some dirt?

Another asks why the human just took some pieces from that decoration. What are you going to do with that human? What do you mean you’re going to grow a new decoration?! 

2

Soulmate.

He still remembered the looks full of pity he received whenever his friends saw his empty wrists.



He had a soulmate.

Knowing that the person who was supposed to love and cherish him unconditionally was simply not there was— right beside the absence of his parents in his life— the most painful thing that could have happened to him.

Merlin. He had an actual soulmate!

Whereas his first instincts had been to panic, there was now an indescribable feeling of hope and longing bubbling in his chest.

Because, if the words on his wrists were anything to go by, his soulmate had been waiting for him just as much as he had for them.

You’re here. You’re finally here. Thought you were dead. You…

Never mind that the familiarity of those letters still caused an inexplainable rush of anxiety to run through his body.

With newfound determination, Harry Potter followed his new head of house, a certain Professor Slughorn, down into the dungeons until they were standing in front of the entrance to the Slytherin common room.

Maybe this insane mission Dumbledore had sent him on wouldn’t turn out to be so bad after all. At least he could, besides trying to get useful information out of Riddle, try to find his soulmate.

The first thing he noticed about entering the common room was that nothing had really changed from what he could still remember from second year. It was still gloomy, the lake right outside the windows still cast green shadows upon the walls and there was a small fire crackling in the hearth.

He tried to ignore the constant dripping sound echoing throughout room but that still didn’t prevent the flashes of dark chambers and black serpents to dance before his eyes.

The second thing he noticed was that all eyes were on him.
Every person that had been reading, chatting or simply dozing off before was now staring at Harry.

“Listen up, everyone! This-” a hand was placed on his shoulder “is Harry Potter. He’s a transfer student and I am proud tho say that he has been sorted into our house.”

There were quiet whispers traded back and forth now.
Curious expressions on the other’s faces.

But as of now Harry was glad to say that he hadn’t spotted Riddle, yet.

He let his fingers ghost over his wrist. Internally wrestling with the impulse to check it again for any new words.

“… Now, without much further ado, I ask all of you to be kind to our new addition. But maybe someone could volunteer to be Harry’s guide for the first few days until he knows where his classes are and has become a little more familiar with this new environment?” Slughorn let his gaze wander over the crowd questioningly.

Although Harry suspected that he was actually searching for someone specific whom he expected to answer.

His musings proved to be correct when every student simultaneously turned their head the slightest bit in the same direction and a few stepped aside to let a rather tall, brunet male through, whose blue eyes were fixed on his in a predatory manner.

He wished those flashbacks would just s t o p but he simply couldn’t tune out the low hissing of Parseltongue and the sound of snake skin dragging itself across wet stones and oh Merlin Ginny was-

“-Tom Riddle.”

Harry blinked. Slightly perplexed when the dark-lord-to-be inclined his head in a polite nod.

There was a pause.

“Harry. Harry Potter.” He answered eventually. Trying to ignore the tingling on his wrist and the unnerving glint in the other’s eyes.

As well as the bile attempting to claw up his throat at the close proximity of the future-mass-murderer.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Harry Potter.” Then, like an afterthought. “I’m sure we will get along just fine.”

Yeah. Maybe when hell freezes over and Salazar Slytherin starts step dancing on top of the astronomy tower in a pink skirt.

Without waiting for an answer, Riddle turned around— apparently expecting Harry to follow— and strutted off into the general direction of one of the staircases leading further down into the dungeons.

That realization was accompanied by a sharp tug of panic and a thought that hadn’t even occurred to him until now.

Was there maybe more than just one path leading into the Chamber of Secrets?

Rip. Tear. Kill. Let me kill.
No no no nonononononono-

A sudden wave of calm and reassurance washed over Harry and he released a breath he hadn’t even noticed he was holding.

The still new soul bond inside his mind was vibrating with poorly concealed worry and there was a moment’s worth of confusion before he caught on.

His soulmate had felt his distress and had tried to comfort him.

But that was supposed to be impossible.

He hadn’t even met his soulmate yet. The bond shouldn’t be that strong.

Harry cast a quick glance down at his wrist, catching the hastily scribbled phrases of:

Are you okay? Did something happen? Merlin forbid if something happened….

He ripped his gaze away from the words to turn his attention back to Riddle.

Never turn your back to the enemy.
He had learned that lesson the hard way.

But the other hadn’t moved an inch either. Standing before the staircase with a deep frown on his face and something akin to restlessness in his eyes.

Then his gaze settled back on Harry and his expression smoothed over. “I apologize. I spaced out there for a second. Now, shall we? The boy’s dorm is just down there and we need to get you settled in quickly if we want to get to dinner on time.”

“…right.”

With a foreboding sense of doom, Harry followed the Dark-Lord-to-be down the stairs.

This time effectively shutting out the unwelcome images triggered by the dark stone walls encasing them.

What he couldn’t quite shut out, however, was the soft humming of soothing emotions bleeding over the bond, and suddenly he thought that, just maybe, fate didn’t hate him so much after all.


- Tomarry [Soulmate + Time Tavel AU (part 2)]

Part 1

feels like home

y’all can blame Sophii for this one

[listen]


Annabeth is pacing.

It’s never a good thing when Annabeth paces, not for Percy at least. It usually means he’s a in a great amount of trouble. It usually means he’s about to get an earful. He can see it brewing, below the surface of her tanned skin, below her furrowed eyebrows and her pursed lips, below the steely glances she keeps throwing at him like knives.

“Hold still,” the poor, innocent Apollo camper mumbles as he moves to stand in front of Percy, gingerly inspecting his wrist and blocking his angry girlfriend from view.

Annabeth makes herself heard then, if she cannot be seen.

“I just can’t believe it. How many monsters have we fought and you’ve walked away fine? We literally walked through hell and there wasn’t a single broken bone in your body. And a stupid skateboard gets you? How many times to I have to tell you to wear safety pads? And don’t tell me they’re not cool because that doesn’t stop you from wearing that stupid hat, Percy Jackson.”

“Hey, I like this hat.” Percy touches the rim of the blue snapback he’s wearing self-consciously. Annabeth peers around the Apollo kid to roll her eyes at him. “And I never said they were uncool- OW, motherfu-”

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College AU's

Prompts inspired by actual college experiences I’ve had.

-were roommates and i saw you shaving your legs on top of my desk and ‘NO I’m nOT staring’ but holy hell your legs are fine

-We share a major and a few classes so we started talking and I accidentally spilled the beans about my horrible love life so now you’ve made it your mission to get me a date but you got so angry that no one was interested in me so you stepped in as my date yourself

-the classic ‘reach for the last piece of pizza in the lunch line at the same time and our eyes meet’ except I’m a glutton and ready to fite you for that pizza

-I’m walking home from a late night class when I eat shit on the ice and shout 'fUCK mE’ but your dorm window is open so you shout back 'when and where?’ And what why thE HELL DID YOU HANG OUT YOUR WINDOW TO SHOUT THAT?!

-we met at a college party blackout drunk but hey we hold each other’s hair back during the hangover so maybe we’ll work out

-'how you doin’ said lazily across the lounge during a movie night

-you’re the hot kid in the dorm across the hall from me and I’m super fricken shy but you always give me a smile when we pass each other and 'omG YOUre standing at my door asking for my number WhAT?!

-were both teachers of the same major but have very different opinions on how it should be taught and who the most important authors/researchers/artists in that field are. And now our students have gathered in the common green to watch us debate the fuck outta this once and for all (bonus points if one of them ends the debate by asking the other out) (double bonus points if they only say yes AFTER the students/other teacher dares them and bet money that they wouldn’t)

-we live on the same floor and I always seem to run into you when you’re in a towel coming out of the shower. We’ve never said anything about it until I come by with a tour I’m leading and when you see me you just shout 'SERIOUSLY?! Now you’re just doing this on purpose!’

-so you’re a senior in the dorm next to mine and I always here you screaming about some assignment that will be the end of your career as you know it. When your roommate started leaving the room during these episodes I knocked on the door with a mug of coffee/hot cocoa and I’ve never see someone cry so much over a hot beverage are you ok??

-I swear I’m not high I just like staring at the sky and speaking philosophy leave me alone.” “Bummer now who’s gonna smoke this pot with me?” “I never said I didnt smoke. Gimme the joint”

anonymous asked:

Could you do Jamilton #1 for the cheater starters please? "I'm sick of being your little secret!"

“I’m tired of being your dirty little secret!”

“Uh huh. Yeah, sorry baby. I forgot to let you know. I’ll be back in the morning, before you wake up. Promise. Well, then go back to sleep so I’m not a liar. Yeah, yeah…”

Alexander heard Thomas trail off and laugh. He sighed, wondering if the other man felt even a little guilty about how often he had to lie to his boyfriend. Probably not. Thomas Jefferson didn’t feel guilt, apparently.

“Okay, bye baby. Goodnight. I love you too. Yep, tomorrow night. It’s a date. Bye.”

Alexander closed his eyes and took a deep breath, psyching himself up in his head.

Thomas came back into the room with an easy grin, setting his phone back on the nightstand.

“Sorry about that, I forgot to tell James when I’d be back. You know how he worries.” He chuckled, not even caring that he was talking about his boyfriend to the guy he was having an affair with. Alex had to grit his teeth.

“Anyway, where were we?” Thomas sat on the bed next to Alexander, grabbing him by the hips and pulling him in his lap. They were both already shirtless, as James’s call had interrupted their foreplay.

Thomas started kissing on Alex, trying to pick up where they left off. Grinding up against his ass, kissing down his neck. Only leaving marks where they could be hidden easily. Alexander let him do whatever he wanted, but didn’t react. He just let his hands rest on Thomas’s shoulders, staring at the wall over the bigger man’s shoulder.

It wasn’t too long before Thomas noticed that Alexander wasn’t responding. He pulled his head back up, brow furrowed in confusion.

“What is it? You’re normally trying to rip my clothes off by now. What’s wrong?”

Alexander sighed, mumbled his answer under his breath. When asked to repeat himself, his eyes dropped to his hips. He didn’t know why he couldn’t just break the news to Thomas. It wasn’t that hard! And besides, he was doing the right thing. He had to think of poor James, oblivious to the whole ordeal.

“I said…” think of James think of James think of James think of- hell, think of yourself! “we need to stop.”

Thomas, being the gentleman he was, nodded without question and gently set Alex down on the bed next time him.

“Are you not feeling well? Or don’t want to screw tonight? You didn’t have to agree to meet me if you weren’t in the mood, you know.” Alexander shook his head, effectively shutting Thomas up.

“No. I mean, we need to stop this.” He waved his arms around, gesturing to the entire room. “This… this affair. We can’t keep doing this.”

“Well, why not? Nobody’s onto us, right? Why should we stop?” Alexander sighed. Thomas’s lack of a moral compass was incredibly hot when they started hooking up, but it was kind of annoying now that he wanted to break it off.

“Because you have a boyfriend! And you love him. If he finds out, it’ll break him.”

“What do you care? You haven’t given a shit about James… well, ever. Why start now?” He raised an eyebrow. If Alexander actually cared about what would happen to James if he were to figure this out, they never would have started fucking. Obviously Thomas cared, but he was confident in his ability to not get caught. Alexander wasn’t so confident. James wasn’t the real reason he wanted to stop.

Alex didn’t respond. He shook his head, turning away from Thomas and looking to the window of their hotel room. The sun had set hours ago, and storm clouds were rolling in. He sighed. Great. He had known that a storm was coming tonight, but walked to the hotel anyway. He’d thought that he’d be leaving in the morning.

“Are you going to answer me, or just stare out the window for the rest of the night?” Thomas snapped, a little annoyed. He could have at least told him he wanted to stop before he paid for a very nice hotel room, skipped out on a movie night with his boyfriend, and got a boner.

“It’s gonna storm. I should get going,” Alexander mused, standing up and grabbing his shirt from where it had been tossed to the ground.

Needless to say, that pissed Thomas right off. He shot up grabbed Alexander by his shoulder, spinning him around.

“Yeah, fine. We can stop, I don’t give a shit. Hell, I’ll drive you home just to say we didn’t break it off on horrible terms. But you aren’t leaving this room until I get the truth. Why?”

Alex took a deep breath, then started explaining.

“You remember the first time we hooked up?” He asked, finally meeting the other’s eyes.

“Yeah. My office. You barged in, demanding that I signed something. We started fighting, getting in each other’s faces.”

“And then I kissed you.”

“Yeah, I remember. Missed a lunch date with James for that.”

“Good. Why do you think I kissed you? Do you really still think it was just one thing leading to another?”

“Uh…. yes?” Thomas was officially confused.

“Well, it wasn’t. I mean, I hadn’t meant to. It really was just a fit of passion thing, but it wasn’t the first time I wanted to kiss you.”

Thomas sighed. “So what? Your hot, I’m hot, of course we wanted each other. Where are you going with this?”

“I didn’t just want to kiss you…. I wanted you. But not like this. I wanted to be with you, and I wanted you to love me.” Tears began to stream down his face, but he didn’t look away. “But you love James, and I know that. I just thought… I thought maybe this could lead to something more, or that I’d get over my feelings.”

Thomas was shocked. “But you hated me.”

“I hated you because I knew I couldn’t have you! And then I could…. almost. But still, I want more. I don’t want this! I don’t want to have to sneak off to see you!” He shoved Thomas away, and surprisingly, the larger man stumbled back. “I’m tired of being your dirty little secret!”

There was a moment of silence before Thomas managed to get himself to speak.

“Alex… I’m sorry, but I don’t want that. We had our fun, but I love James. I don’t love you.”

Despite the fact that he knew this, Thomas’s words hit Alexander like a bullet to the chest. He tried to nod, wanted to keep his dignity, but within seconds he had dropped to his knees, sobbing.

Thomas sighed. What the hell was he supposed to do? Luckily, after a few minutes Alex had the answer.

“Is it alright if I stay here tonight? I don’t wanna walk home in the rain.”

“Yeah, of course. Do you want me to stay?”

“No. Go home to James. I’ll be fine.”

“Alright.” Thomas stood up, grabbing his things. He picked his phone up and texted James, letting him know he’d be coming back early. He hurried out, rushed by the sounds of Alexander’s labored breathing and choked sobs.

He left without another word, letting the door fall shut behind him as the first clap of thunder hit.

Assassin!reader x Deadpool

Pairing: Platonic

Word Count: 1400

Warnings: Cursing & gore (bc it’s deadpool)

Summary: The reader is sent to assassinate Deadpool


You’d been staking him out for about two weeks now. He was strange to say the least. You’d been watching him from the building across from his apartment which was pretty goddamn grotesque but so was the rat infested shithole you’d been staying in. Luckily he spent most of his time on jobs or doing weird shit in alleys with the local feral cats. You’d been hired by your usual client Mr. Jackson though you were one hundred percent sure that wasn’t his real name you couldn’t be bothered to care. You always delivered and so did he.

Currently, Deadpool was making dinner but was just throwing the entire pot of wet spaghetti at the wall, you sighed. This is how it’d been, you watching him, you got his schedule down for the most part and tonight was the night. You didn’t grow attached to your hits, but you had to admit you were kind of fond of the fucker. He wasn’t a hero but he wasn’t a villain either, you heard he was an annoying dick but he didn’t seem that bad. He was much better than the two men you had to work with.

You grabbed your walkie talkie from the table next to you, “Are you in position Jones?” You said, already rolling your eyes at the expected reply.

“What the hell do you think I’m sitting on this roof for the past six hours to jerk it into the wind?” He said back, laughing at his own joke.

You didn’t respond, “Bennet?” you ask.

“Yeah I’m just jerking off next to Jones.” He chuckled.

“Dude what the hell.” Jones said.

“What?” Bennet replied, confused by his own idiocy.

“Move in.” You command as you grab your bag, pretending like you don’t hear theie comments about how they don’t take orders from you.

Bennet follows behind you as you signal for three, but Bennet breaks in on two.

You huff and grind your teeth down to stop yourself from putting one in him.

“What the fu-” Deadpool shoots up. “Well I have to say I wasn’t expecting guests, excuse the mess.” He pulled out a gun from his couch cushions and began shooting at you and Bennet.

You ducked behind a counter and yelled over the com at Jones “Take the shot Jones!”

You waited for a reply but none came “Jones!” You yelled again over the gunfire

“Sorry (y/n)” Bennet said with a half-smile as he turned to you.

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion as you saw him reach for his gun and point it at you.

“Bennet what are you doing?” You crawl back, hitting your back against the cabinet.

“You’re the target. Mr. Jackson’s orders.” He cocked his gun as you moved quickly to run.

“Hey! It’s only fun if you play along!” Deadpool said in a child-like voice as he came around the corner. “Oh.” He said as you ran past him, ducking behind a beaten to hell lazy boy chair.

Then you heard shots break through the windows, tearing bullet holes through the chair and floor around you. It was Jones shooting at you from the roof. That son of a bitch.

“You know it’s pretty rude to come to someone’s home and treat them like they’re not even there!” Deadpool said with a huff as he plopped down, on a chair with three legs in the corner of the room.

You pepped your head from around the couch and shot at Bennet who was ducking up and down from the counter. “Bennet you son of a bitch! Come out and face me!” You yelled.

He emerged from the counter, he was an idiot but he was a good shot and you’d have to get his gun away if you wanted to survive and you sure as hell wanted to survive so you could kill Mr. Jackson.

“Hey, what’s going on? You want to get out of here an grab a bite there a great Mexican place-” You turn to see Deadpool crouched next to you, face inches away from yours, you jump and elbow him in the face, knocking him on his ass. “Hey what the hell?! Okay fine! We can get Thai!” He said as he rubbed his nose.

“Not now!” You yell back, rolling from behind the chair to the couch, flipping it over and firing another shot, hitting Bennet in the shoulder.

“Hey, I get this may be a bad time but I’m just saying they have like 4.5 stars on Yelp and-” Deadpool was at your side again.

You look at him in confusion and frustration and he tilts his head as a reply. “Okay, you’re right. I’ll be back.” He leaned in closer to your face as you moved back instinctively “I have another gun under the coffee table.” He whispered in a heavy handed seductive voice as he then nodded to himself and he ran out of the apartment.

You pushed away the interaction and focused again as bennet started shooting through the couch, barely missing you.

You roll out and fire again, hitting him in the ankle as he fell to the floor, grabbing his knife and throwing it at you, hitting you in the shoulder you cried out as you closed the distance, jumping on top of him and landing blow after blow to his face, digging in your knees to his arms so he couldn’t move.

“Why?! Why does Jackson want me dead?!” You lift him up by the shirt, starring at his eyes that are now swelling and bloody.

“You know how it works (y/n). We’re all disposable. Your time was up.” His voice made your stomach twist. You never liked him but you knew his words were true.

You got off him as he coughed up blood and groaned, not daring to get up as he knew that you were far from done.

“I got this one!” Deadpool said as he ran in the room, throwing Jones to the floor who looked to be knocked out. “Whew!” He said as he wiped away imaginary sweat from his masked forehead. “Now I think we deserve same food after that.”

“You’re kidding right?” You ask genuinely confused

“You like Mexican right? You always go to that burrito place down the street.” He said

“Wh-” you started

“You thought I didn’t notice you all stalking me? I mean, I truly was flattered but the anticipation was killer.” He starred at you as you tried to recall the feeling of being watched but you couldn’t.

“Don’t hurt yourself.” He said, moving around the men to the table.

“I have to go.” You said moving towards the door, remembering Jackson.

“So soon?” You heard deadpool say as a shot followed, you half ducked down as you turned around.

“Jesus Christ!” You let slip out in surprise as blood exploded from Bennet’s head as Wade held the gun over him.

You watched as he shot Jones’ kneecap as he screamed in pain. Deadpool dropped down, grinding his knee into Jones’ knee, “Hey buddy, beautiful night isn’t it? Me and my dear friend (y/n) were hoping for a nice night out on the town. Look at some nice street lamps, throw pennies at people wearing sunglasses, you know what I mean. But before we can do that we have to visit a Mr. Jackson so we can kill him game of thrones style. Do you know where we might find him?” He nearly growled the last part as he dug in his knee harder as Jones screamed.

“I-I-” He began to lie.

“Sorry what?” Deadpool moved his head closer.

“He’s at his office! He’s at his office! At the pier!” He screamed, wriggling under Deadpool.

“K thanks.” He stood up as Jones breathed in relief deadpool pulled his gun and shot him in the head.

You didn’t look away.

“Shall we?” Deadpool said, offering his arm.

You scoffed but it came out as more of a laugh as you walked past him and down to the car that was supposed to be for the three of you.

“Shotgun!” Wade yelled as he raced against no one.

You had no idea what the hell you were thinking but maybe that was for the best.

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What's happening to Nif is interesting.

What’s in question isn’t the age gap- though people think it is.
What’s really in question, are the Soulmate AU “laws”. And let me tell you why.

They can vary from author to author, as we’ve seen. Factors likely to change are:

-Mark shape/placement
- Physical sensation of the mark when the other is near
-Pull of the other persons “aura”
-Ability to sense the other’s presence
-Whether you have one soulmate, or multiple

You’ll want to hear me out on this one, guys.
These are just a few of the variables that can change from AU to AU.
Bear with me-
Have you seen Twilight? Where Jacob imprints on Bella’s child? Here’s what he says:
“It’s not like love at first sight, really. It’s more like…gravity moves. When you see her, suddenly it’s not the earth holding you here anymore. She does. And nothing matters more than her. And you would do anything for her, be anything for her…”

*HERES THE KICKER, FOLKS*

“You become whatever she needs you to be, whether that’s a protector, or a lover, or a friend, or a brother”
- Jacob, New Moon

I explicitly apply this to the case of Prompto and Rory. When Prompto babysits Rory and Lucas, there are no sexual feelings there. That’s not what soulmates are if the time isn’t right. Yes the Six are dumb as fuck, soulmates are full of problems. One can die, the other can go forever without their soulmate. Absolutely. But for Six sake, they didn’t set up soulmates on Eos to perpetuate child molestation. So let’s just nip that in the bud- right. now.

Their time was now. Prom and yes, Rory are consenting adults, and because of it, the “inexplicable pull of soulmates” trope that we’ve all come to know and love (and need to STAND BY even if it’s not our “ideal”) was in FULL effect. It knows. Does this cause problems? ABSOLUTELYYYY.
Absolutely.
Again- the Six are dumb AF.

It’s not picture perfect. I think we all recognized a fault in this Prompto, which is FINE. Hell, its GOOD even! This Prompto has been thorough some shit. Think about it. Existing in a world where everyone has a soulmate marking, quite literally, except you- i’d believe this Prompto is even a suicide attempt survivor. I’d believe this Prompto took mixes of ethers and high potion overdoses to numb his pain. I think this Prompto could have been a potion addict at some point, and I think Nif even alluded to this. My god, can you even imagine?? The Astrals had blessed everyone, every human with another human, and you are a walking I S L A N D, damned by the gods. But despite this Prompto still tries. The thought of it gives me chills knowing he had to undergo that mental torture. Having date after date, lover after lover eventually taken away from him by their “real” soulmate. It was only a matter of time. Prompto was a loophole in the Gods plan.

But what did they do????
What did they do.
They blessed him in the middle of his life, with a marking. Unbelievable.
Everyone existing on earth had a marking already, so of COURSE it had to be someone unborn, who could match him. Someone who’s not yet entered the world. Thus creating the age gap.

People have come out to Nif saying they’re either survivors of bad age gap relationships, or that the love of their life is 15-20 years older than them, and they’re happily married. Or that their parents have an age gap. The examples go on and on.

I believe the way Magnets written is gritty, it’s real, it’s riddled with real life problems which is why there’s ample discourse popping up on it in the first place.

We wanted to see a bit more remorse from Prompto, a little more fear, being more weirded out, freaked out, feeling ashamed, disgusted with himself even. I think this part was there, it was.

Prompto could have been so hung up, mortified, depressed about what he’s doing to Raine and his Best friends daughter that he outright killed him self. Again- Gods be damned. They put him through hell and back and now his soulmate is “too young” for him? He could have been done. For the sake of a story, Is this what YOU wanted to see?
Story aside, it would not make sense for the Gods manifestation of love to inflict undue pain. Some pain, sure, less than ideal circumstances? Absolutely. All of which were dealt with and realized IN the story.

But it was exponentially curbed, by the “soulmate AU” laws. It is to bestow love on the humans of Eos. It’s the Gods love for them, manifested, and found with their better half. The end game is undoubtedly romantic love, not to cause tourment, anguish, disgust, peril, or even death. So in my books, Love won, as it might have even been “predestined” to in the beginning, when Prompto was still in the lab. Snack on THEM apples 😏

Tldr; God bless 40 y/o Prompto because man be damned if you’re supposed to resist what the fucking Astrals put down for ya. @nifwrites

Tricher (Thomas/Reader/Alexander)

Ah yes, time for a little angst and cheating brought to you by an idea I got at like 2 AM that someone probably already did. Enjoy, my friends. I didn’t go through and check it much so there may be some mistakes, but I did my best.

Warnings: Cheating, angst, swearing (a lot of swearing), kind of a neighbor AU, modern AU, the beginning of a pretty rollercoaster-y series.

Words: 1402

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The couch of your boyfriend’s apartment never seemed to fail to bring you some joy after a long day. Whenever your boyfriend wasn’t there, the couch was always there instead, to comfort you. Especially lately, since your boyfriend was growing extremely distant day by day. He’d spend more time with his friends, always be home late from work, always be taking the long ways to and from places- a ton of suspicious stuff.

It was currently 9 PM on a Saturday. You hadn’t seen him since 7 AM yesterday, when he left for work. You trusted him, though, even though your friends didn’t. Thomas was a good man who wouldn’t do any wrong, like your friends thought he would. He was probably just spending the night at a coworker’s place after overworking himself, which he tended to do too often.

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Bad Ideas (Chapter 14)

This Chapter is longish, almost 3000 words. And rough guys, it was hard to write, hard to edit, hard to re read.
Trigger warnings– sexual assault (discussed/threatened) violence, people die. Violent!Peter is not to be fucked with, and he goes to a pretty dark place.
So… be warned lovelies. This is no longer our light hearted little fic it once was.

That being said, I’d also REALLY like to know what you think because zero feedback on a chapter makes me nervous! I have some very specific reasons for writing certain parts of this the way I did, so feel free to drop by my ask box with any questions!

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God it hurts.
Peter knew without opening his eyes that he was tied to a chair, his arms forced back in an uncomfortable stretch, his legs tied down as well. Definitely wasn’t at home any more, not that there would be much left of their house after that explosion, but he could smell the dank and damp of a subterranean basement and that made him nervous.

Everything hurt so badly, from his head where it had smashed into the floor, clear down to his feet, probably burned from the blast since he had been barefoot.

He had been thrown into the second bedroom when the rocket blew, landing on the bed for a split second before he had managed to flip it over on top of himself and curl into a ball, trying to avoid the worst of the debris.

He didn’t remember getting dragged it of the house, or the ride to wherever he was now, but everything fucking hurt and he couldn’t help groaning when he tried to lift his head.

“Pete?”

Thank god Wade is here too.
“Wade?” He licked his lips and gingerly straightened up.
The Alpha was tied to a chair several yards away, ankles and hands shackled, rope wrapped around him several time to keep him immobile.

“Oh fuck baby boy I wasn’t sure if you were okay.” Wade tried to lean forward to get a better look at him. “Been calling your name for hours, I was so worried you weren’t going to wake up. You okay? Just banged up? You alright? I am going to kill these guys, Peter I swear to god.”

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Learning To Love - Bucky Barnes

Originally posted by seabasschino

Not my gif, credits to the amazing owner!

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Reader (written in 1st person)

Word Count: 5693 (this is long as fuck I’m sorry hahaha)

Warnings: there is some smut at the end just fyi

A/N: I wrote this as kind of a prequel to Civil War, because I always wondered what Bucky had been up to all that time after Winter Soldier. 

Part 2

At the end of winter soldier the reader (who’s basically Tony’s adoptive daughter) stubbornly tags along with Bucky. She knows Bucky’s not a bad person because Steve had told her about him, she knows he’d doing this because of what Hydra made him. She feels sorry for him and wants to help him get rid of “the winter soldier”

*2 years ago/right after tws*

‘I thought I was supposed to lay low, how is this laying low?’ I rolled my eyes as the brunette standing next to me pulled his hat further down to cover his face. ‘First thing about running from people: don’t run, walk.’ I told him. ‘Fine, then why don’t we walk the hell away from here?’ He replied with a sigh. ‘You wanna remember who you really are?’ I asked him as I crossed my arms over my chest. Bucky sighed deeply but nevertheless nodded his head. ‘Great, then this is the place to start. Come on.’ I said as I walked inside the museum. It was less crowded today, luckily. Even though Bucky was wearing a mask half the time he was killing people, he nor I were going to risk anybody recognizing him. ‘That’s the man I pulled out of the river.’ He said pointing up at a picture of Steve. I nodded my head. ‘Everything he said was true, he was your best friend. Look.’ I said nodding down at video playing of them smiling and laughing at the camera. ‘Is…that me?’ Bucky gasped leaning slightly closer towards the screen. ‘Sergeant James Bunchanan Barnes.’ I smiled. ‘I don’t remember any of this…’

‘You will, I promise.’

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‘I still think we should look for a place outside of town…You know, I let you come with me I should at least get to pick to place.’ Bucky muttered as his eyes scanned across the people walking among the streets. ‘We’re in Bucharest, Bucky. No one’s going to find us.’ I chuckled. ‘And besides, this is the cheapest place we’ll find, trust me. It’s not like I have a lot of money on me. And you have none, so…’ I added. ‘Let’s just get inside.’ Bucky sighed, scanning the place one last time before entering the building. It was probably instinct. Always being alert for threats. I scrunched my nose as I looked up the many stairs we had to climb. ‘They could’ve at least afforded an elevator.’ I pouted. ‘You chose this place.’ Bucky told me. ‘Yeah, yeah.’ I sighed as I started climbing the stairs. 

When we finally reached our floor I grabbed the key from my pocket and opened the door. ‘Home sweet home.’ I sang walking inside. It wasn’t much, the living area and kitchen we’re practically in one room. There were two doors which I assumed lead to the bedroom and the bathroom. ‘Don’t worry, I’ll make this place look homey in no time.’ I smiled. I’d placed my hand on Bucky’s arm in the process but he backed out of my touch without thinking twice. I tried not to look hurt, I get that he didn’t trust me, why would he trust anyone? But I would be lying if I said it didn’t make me feel a certain way. After we left the museum and began our journey away from the people wanting to lock Bucky up, he stopped talking to me. Put a wall up all around him. After a while I would get some short, rude answers but that was mostly it. He wasn’t all about me tagging along on his trip, but I was dedicated to creating a better life for this man. When he finally realised he wasn’t getting rid of me, he’d let part of his wall down. I was still the one who did the talking between the two of us, but I caught glimpses of a smile now and then whenever I said something stupid. And now we were here, from now on my first mission was to gain his trust. Which I knew was going to be very hard.

‘I’ll do some shopping in the morning, stack up on some stuff.’ I said. Bucky only nodded, he slid his bag off his shoulder and placed it on the kitchen counter. I decided to check out the two other rooms in the house, the bathroom was small, as expected. There was a toilet, a shower that had no shower curtain (brilliant) and a sink. Dammit, not even a bathtub. I closed that door and opened the one next to it. I let out a sigh. ‘Shit.’

‘What is it?’ Bucky questioned from behind me. I chewed on the inside of my cheek as I looked at the room. There were only two pieces of furniture. A closet and a twin bed. When I didn’t respond to Bucky’s question, he dropped what he was doing and walked across the room. ‘What’s wrong?’ He asked again as he stood behind me and looked over my shoulder and into the room. A small ‘oh’ left his mouth. ‘I forgot to ask…’ I admitted quietly. ‘That’s alright, I’ll sleep on the couch. It’s fine.’ Bucky shrugged. I sighed and turned around. ‘No it’s not. It’s my fault I should…’

‘Kate. I’m sleeping on the couch. That’s final.’ Bucky said. I shouldn’t argue with him, I’ve only known him so long and he’s only just found out who he really is. He could flip out at any moment and bash my head in with that metal hand of his. ‘How about we take turns?’ I suggested with a shrug. ‘Okay.’

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To say that our first night at our secret dungeon (that’s what I’m calling it now) was awkward, was a serious understatement. There was an awkward dinner that consisted of sandwiches. An awkward encounter when we both wanted to enter the bathroom to get ready for bed. ‘Oh, eh, you go, it’s fine.’ – ‘No, no, Bucky, you go. I’ll change in the bedroom.’

And now I was awkwardly standing by the window, Bucky’s eyes were fixed on the TV screen, a frown plastered on his handsome face. ‘I eh, think I’m gonna head off to bed…’ I spoke. Bucky turned his head away from the screen. ‘Okay.’ He said before looking back. ‘Well…goodnight?’ I wasn’t supposed to come out as a question, I’m stupid. This is not what I had planned when I decided to run away with him. Well, technically I stalked him and forced him to let me tag along but still. I don’t know what I was expecting, some kind of Romeo and Juliet love story? I don’t know. Bucky tore his gaze of the TV once again. ‘Goodnight.’ I cracked a smile before walking over to the bedroom and closing the door behind me. This was gonna be a long journey… I laid down on the mattress which was about a 0.5 compared to my mattress back at home. Home. Tony. Why did I leave him again? He must be freaking out. Maybe I should’ve left a note or something when I stopped to pick up some clothes… No. He would somehow trace me back here. They’d have Bucky locked up… Will I even be able to help Bucky? Is he fixable? Did I make a mistake? Oh god.

I couldn’t find sleep that night, I missed my home. I missed Tony and Pepper. But I couldn’t leave now, where would I go? If I leave what will become of Bucky? I don’t know how long I’d been staring at the ceiling, memorizing every spot on it. That’s when I heard the screams. I jumped up with wide eyes. I ran towards the window and gazed outside, expecting to see someone getting stabbed. But the streets were empty. Another scream. And that’s when I realized that sound was coming from the living room, from Bucky. I was suddenly very aware of how cold it was in here. My sleeping gear existed of one of Tony’s t-shirts that reach mid-thigh on me because I’m midget. Goosebumps covered my bare legs as I made my way across the room and opened the door. ‘No…please don’t…’ The vulnerability in Bucky’s voice made all my thoughts about leaving float away in an instant. ‘I don’t…please…stop…’

I walked towards the sofa, the TV was still on. Bucky was on the couch, his shirt on the floor next to him. My eyes widened slightly at the sight of his shirtless torso. Holy moley did he look like something that came straight of my fantasies. His broad chest was rising and falling heavily. I frowned when he started muttering words under his breathe, I couldn’t understand them, because it was in Russian. I jumped and squeaked when another scream left his mouth. I quickly crouched down on the floor next to him and shook his shoulder. ‘Bucky? Bucky! Wake up!’ I called. It didn’t work, he just kept twisting and turning in his sleep, muttering things in Russian. If he didn’t wake up he was going to wake the neighbours… I assumed we had neighbours… ‘Bucky!’ I called, a little louder this time, but it didn’t seem to help. I bit my lower lip before deciding to do this the hard way. I got up from my crouching position and jumped onto the couch, placing each of my legs on each side of his waist. ‘Bucky!’ I yelled shaking his shoulders once again. ‘Bucky wake up!’ I yelled. His blue eyes shot open, within a second I was across the room against the wall. I coughed for air as I pushed my body up with my arms. Bucky was looking around the room before his gaze landed on me. His eyes widened and he jumped up from the couch. ‘Oh my god, Kate! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to…I’m sorry.’ He rambled as he hurried towards me and helped me get up to my feet, not keeping his touch on me for longer than necessary. I forced a smile onto my lips. ‘It’s fine, I shouldn’t have…’ I shrugged. ‘Did I hurt you?’ He questioned. I shook my head, still smiling. ‘No, I’m fine.’ I lied. ‘Okay…well, thank you for waking me, I guess…I’m sorry.’

‘You don’t have to apologize Buck… It’s fine. I’m gonna go back to bed, okay?’ I said. Bucky nodded before walking back towards the couch and sitting down. I walked across the room but instead of entering the bedroom and walked into the bathroom. I closed the door before turning towards the mirror and pulling my shirt over my head. I turned around and looked over my shoulder to see the purple mark forming across my shoulder blade.

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‘I’m glad you decided to tag along today.’ I smiled as I pushed the shopping cart forward. We’d been here for about 6 months now, I got some small jobs here and there to get us some money, and I was finally starting to see glimpses of a new Bucky. Or maybe the old Bucky, I couldn’t know because obviously I didn’t know him back then. ‘Yeah well, I’m kind of tired of sitting around that dump all day.’ Bucky replied with half a smile. ‘Hey! I did my best to make it homey!’ I pouted. ‘But you’re right…it’s still a dump.’ I shrugged causing Bucky to chuckle. I lived for moments like this. Once I was fully comfortable around Bucky, even though he was still way behind on that, I allowed myself to let my guard down and act like I normally would at home. Which included doing stupid things and saying stupid things. I noticed Bucky would crack a smile or on a good day even chuckle when I did something like that. It was rare and I treasured every single time it happened. I once even got him to laugh when I walked into the wall. Sometimes I do or say something stuff like that just to see that smile of his. ‘Do we need milk?’ Bucky asked, stopping the cart and so also me. ‘With the amount of cereal you it? Hell yeah.’ I said. Bucky reached out hand and placed two bottles of milk in the cart. ‘Mommy, look, that lady got hurt.’ A high pitched voice spoke from behind me. I turned around to see a little girl and her mother. The mother shot her daughter a stern look before looking at me, she lowered her gaze to where her daughter must’ve pointed earlier and raised her eyebrows. I looked down to see my shirt had ridden up a bit so the bruises along my hips were visible. You could clearly see the fingerprints in the bruises. I looked up at the woman with slightly widened eyes. ‘It’s not what it looks like.’ I chuckled awkwardly. I know what she was probably thinking. I allowed those unholy thoughts to enter my mind for a split second, oh boy. ‘What’s going on?’ Bucky questioned as he appeared next to me. The woman looked at him, back at my bruises and back up at him, she shook her head and muttered something under her breathe before walking away. ‘What happened?’ Bucky asked, still confused. I quickly pulled my shirt down and searched my brains for a lie. Bucky noticed my sudden action and raised one of his eyebrows. He reached out one hand to lift my shirt up again. ‘Kate…’ He gasped looking up at me with wide eyes. ‘Are these from me?’ He asked. I nodded with a sigh. ‘How many of these do you have?’ He asked. I shrugged. ‘It’s nothing, let’s just go.’ I said pushing the cart towards the check out.

Once we were back home I placed the milk in the fridge. Luckily Bucky hadn’t brought of the whole thing from back at the store. ‘I’m gonna go change real quick.’ I said making my way towards the bathroom. I stripped down to my underwear and let out a scream when the door suddenly opened and Bucky walked in. ‘What the hell, Bucky!’ I yelled. He didn’t say anything, he just looked at me. In any other situation I would’ve felt violated if not harassed, but Bucky didn’t care about the fact that I was half naked, at least it didn’t seem like he did. He was looking at the many bruises that covered my body. I know I should’ve learned from the first time I woke him from a nightmare. But I couldn’t handle him suffering like that. ‘I don’t want you to wake me anymore…’ He whispered, not able to look away from what he did. ‘Bucky…I don’t care. I know you can’t help it. I just don’t want you to suffer.’ I sighed. ‘I will not hurt you anymore. You came here to help me, this can’t be how I repay you.’ Bucky replied with a shake of his head. ‘If I have another nightmare, you just throw things at my head but you stay away from me. You don’t know what I could do to you.’ He said and with that he left the room.

But when his screams filled my ears again that night, I jumped up and ran towards the bedroom. I ran inside and practically threw myself on top of Bucky. ‘Bucky! Wake up! It’s just a dream! Wake up!’ I yelled. He gasped for air as he jumped up. Instinct told him I was the closest threat, I let out a grunt as his fingers dug into the flesh of my bare thighs ready to throw me off. But he didn’t. I watched his gaze soften and so did his grip. ‘I thought I told you not to wake me.’ He frowned. ‘You told me to throw things at your head. So I did.’ I shrugged. ‘Me.’

‘Katie…’ He began with a shake of his head. My breathe skipped at the sound of my nickname. He’d never called me Katie before. Not once. It was always Kate. He noticed my sudden reaction, and then himself seemed to realize to pretty compromising position we were in. Yet he didn’t move away, or push me away. For a few minutes we just sat there in silence. Bucky still seemed to be recovering from his dream as his naked chest was still rising and falling heavily. ‘Do you think you’ll be able to go back to sleep?’ I asked him, my voice sounding rather hoarse for some reason. ‘I don’t know.’ He replied quietly. I nodded. ‘Do you mind if I try something?’ I asked him, careful not to push his boundaries. ‘Okay.’ He replied with a slight nod. ‘Okay.’ I breathed and climbed off him so I sat next to him. ‘Sit up.’ I instructed him. He did as I told him to, he sat up straight and I moved over so I was sitting behind him on my knees. Only two months ago Bucky wouldn’t even touch me unless it was necessary. Now what the hell am I doing? ‘What are you doing?’ He asked me quietly. ‘Trying to help you relax, you can always tell me to stop. I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable or anything.’ I said. ‘Okay.’

I took a deep breathe before allowing myself to run my fingers through his brown locks. He stirred at the touch at first, causing me to freeze. ‘Bucky?’ I questioned. ‘I’m fine. Keep going.’ He replied. I ran my hand through his hair again, twisting a lock around my finger and releasing it again. I repeated this action with one hand while the other casually ran through his hair, massaging his scalp. I smiled when I literally felt Bucky melt under my touch. I wondered how long it had been since someone took care of him like this. I leaned down and pressed a feather light kiss to the top of Bucky’s head as my hands travelled lower to his shoulders. I couldn’t help but feel a certain way when I felt his muscles under my hands. Bucky let out a sigh as I rubbed all of the fear, stress, tension, whatever it was, out. He leaned back against me, pressing his body to mine as I continued to kneed his shoulders. ‘Is this okay?’ I asked, the last thing I wanted was to push him or make him uncomfortable. ‘Yes…please don’t stop.’ He whispered. My jaw dropped when I heard a strangled moan coming from Bucky’s mouth as my thumbs reached a certain spot across his shoulder blades. The sound stirred something in my stomach, I bit my lip to hold back any sound.

‘Thank you, doll…’ That nickname did erupt a moan from me. I quickly smacked my hand over my mouth. Shit. I carefully looked down, Bucky didn’t seem freaked out. If anything, he was smiling. ‘I still got it.’ He chuckled causing me to gasp and smack his shoulder. He laughed as he turned around to face me. ‘I like it when you laugh.’ I admitted shyly. He smiled and held my hands in his. ‘Thank you, for everything.’ He said. ‘That’s okay.’ I whispered. My heart was pounding at maybe a hundred miles per hour, and got even faster once he started leaning towards me. ‘You can tell me to stop, doll.’

‘Please don’t.’

He smiled and closed the gap between us. He seemed hesitant at first, but soon grew more confident and pulled me closer. ‘You’re quite amazing, you know that?’ He muttered.

One year ago

It was 4 o’clock in the morning and I was fast awake. The sun was far from coming up. I didn’t want to sleep, I wanted to be awake. The weight of Bucky’s arm around me was prove that I wasn’t dreaming. Even though this had been going on for about four months, I still couldn’t believe it. True, it went unbearably slow. We kissed, it had gotten more heated once or twice but he never wanted to take it further. I never asked why, I always knew I was going to need to give him time. I was more than glad to have come this far. True enough as a young woman I did have my needs, and I knew Bucky did too. But the size of this apartment didn’t really allow me to take care of stuff myself. I shouldn’t be thinking about it, the more I thought about it the worse it got. Any healthy young woman would feel the same way living with Bucky. I mean, come on, he is truly a gift from the gods.

A small noise from Bucky caught my attention, he didn’t have the major frequent nightmares anymore, not since I stayed with him at night. Though once in a while a nightmare would occur. But when I heard my name roll of his tongue, I knew it wasn’t a nightmare. His grip around my waist tightened and I felt his hot breath on my neck. I squeezed my eyes shut, keep it together, keep it together… A strangled moan left his mouth and I bit hard on my lower lip trying not to make a sound. ‘Katie…’ He muttered and scooted even closer. My once pounding heart, now stopped. He was hard. Shit. Really not helping Barnes. I buried my face into my pillow as he started moving his hips, looking for some kind of friction. I was slowly losing my mind. Did I mind it? Hell no. Did I want him to pin me against the wall and fuck me relentlessly? Hell yes. But was he also fast asleep? Yes…

Nevertheless he was in need of some help. And help me God so was I. I turned around and moved so I was straddling his waist. I moved my hips along with his, a long needed friction I happily welcomed. I leaned forward. ‘James…wake up.’ I suddenly felt his hands ghost over my bare thighs and when I pulled back I was met with his blue orbs. There was so much lust in his eyes, he could have me undone with one look. ‘Am I dreaming?’

‘Not anymore.’ I smiled. ‘I need you, Katie.’

I moaned loudly. A growl sounded from the back of his throat as he suddenly sat up capturing my lips with his in a heated, passionate kiss. ‘I need you so bad, doll.’

‘Then have me.’ I replied breathlessly. I was down on my back in no time. His lips and hands all over me, driving me insane. ‘As much as I like this shirt on you…I fear it’s gonna have to go…’ He muttered as his hand was already pushing the material upwards. I giggled childishly as I struggled to get it over my head. ‘Now this seems rather unfair…’ I smirked as I was now bare before him wearing nothing but my panties while he was still in his shorts. I used my leg to flip us back over and he looked up at me with surprised eyes. ‘Gotta have them thighs of betrayal.’ I winked before wrapping my hands around the hem of his shorts and pulling them down.

I didn’t mean to ogle him the way I was. But I just had to admire him for a moment as he laid here naked before me. Pure muscle under tanned skin. ‘Doll, this isn’t gonna last long if you’re gonna keep staring at me like that.’ He said and I quickly removed my gaze, blushing. ‘Katie…’ He whispered causing me to look back up at him. The look in his eyes had me ruined. It was almost pleading, as if he was suffering, and I was the only remedy. I gulped and collected all my courage as I got off the bed and stood in front of him. He looked at me confused. I smirked before turning around and letting my hands roam over my own body. I swayed my hips as I slowly removed the last piece of clothing I was wearing. ‘Doll, please…’ Bucky moaned behind me. I couldn’t see his face but I knew he was a mess. I turned around grinning. ‘Tell me what you want, sergeant.’ The new title ruined him completely, barely able to form words. ‘You, Kate, for the love of god please…’

I moved back onto the bed and straddled his hips. A silent moan left my lips as I lowered myself onto him. ‘Fuck, baby.’ He groaned as his fingers dug into the flesh of my thighs. Seeing him like this underneath me, bare and vulnerable, made me realize how much I loved him. I smiled and moved my hips faster, Bucky began to match my trusts, bucking his hips every time I came down on him.

I could see he was holding back, letting me control the pace. ‘Buck….let go. Please…’ I begged. He groaned and flipped us back over before ramming back into me. ‘Oh god!’ I actually screamed and I was certain our neighbours would not be happy with us. My hands clawed at his back as he chased the release we both so desperately craved. ‘I love you, doll. So fucking much.’ He whispered in my ear. I wanted to reply, telling him that I loved him more than anything in this world. But I couldn’t speak as my orgasm washed over me, depriving me of words. Bucky collapsed on top of me, I lazily ran my hand through his hair as we both tried to catch our breathe. ‘I love you too, James. I love you.’ I muttered after a few minutes. He looked up at me and his blue eyes looked surprised. ‘You do?’ He asked. I smiled and nodded. ‘Yes.’ He grinned childishly and sweetly kissed my lips before laying down next to me and pulling me close to him.

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‘I can feel you staring. Staring is rude.’ I muttered, still half asleep. Even though my eyes were closed, I knew Bucky rolled his eyes just then. ‘Are you okay?’ He asked me. ‘Of course I am.’ I replied burying my head deeper into my pillow. Why is he such a morning person. ‘I hurt you again… you’re bruised.’ He whispered as I felt his fingertips ghost over my bare thighs. ‘I don’t mind. These are different.’ I shrugged. ‘They look exactly the same to me.’

I forced myself to open my eyes and look up at him. I sighed and propped my body up with my elbow. ‘They are different. These are the kinky kind of bruises, they’re cool.’ I grinned. Bucky shot me a glare. ‘You know how I feel about hurting you.’ He sighed. I smiled slightly and leaned forward to press my lips to his. ‘It’s okay, Bucky. I’m fine, I’m happy.’ I told him. ‘I just have one question you though.’ I said laying back down. ‘Was that your first time since the 40’s?’

‘That bad ha?’ Bucky chuckled as he also dropped his head on his pillow again. ‘No, you idiot! I was just wondering…’ I shrugged. ‘I don’t think sex was on HYDRA’s list for things they wanted the winter soldier to do.’ Bucky said as he reached his hand out to play with a strand of my hair.

**_**

“Eleven Wakandans were among those killed between a confrontation between the Avengers and a group of mercenaries in Lagos, Nigeria last month.” I sighed as I dragged my gaze away from the screen. My friends were once again on TV. They were going after Rumlow, and they got him, but not without casualties. I faintly recognized the girl who blew up half a building, I saw her once or twice during the whole Ultron thing. I knew her name was Wanda, and that she lost her twin brother in Sokovia. I wanted to go out there and help them…But I couldn’t. I hated myself for leaving them without saying goodbye or anything, but they somehow would’ve figured out where I went and with who. I wouldn’t be surprised if Steve already figured it out, I know for certain he’s looking for Bucky. But he doesn’t want to be found, so I help keep it that way. They could also think I was dead, it was a pretty long fall I must admit.

But nothing broke my heart more than watching the press conference they did not so long after the whole thing in Washington. We had just arrived in Bucharest. Seeing Tony broke my heart into a thousand pieces.

“She’s not dead. I searched that whole river myself. She’s out there. I don’t know whether someone has her, or whether she ran away, but I will find her. I will find my little girl.”

The screams that sounded through the small apartment I was currently standing in ripped my attention from those painful memories. I dropped my coffee mug and run into the small bedroom. I threw myself onto the bed. ‘Bucky! Bucky, hey it’s alright! Bucky? Wake up baby, it’s okay! You’re safe!’ He jumped up, almost knocking me off the bed in the process. His eyes quickly searched the room scanning it for threats like they always did. It was a habit I was not yet able to get out of him. I bit my tongue trying not to show the pain as his fingers dug into the flesh of my arm holding on for dear life. It must have been a really bad nightmare, the last time I got bruised after waking him up was over a year ago. ‘Buck?’ I whispered. His big frightened eyes found mine. ‘You okay?’ I asked him. He shook his head. ‘This one was different…’ He muttered, his eyes scanning the room once more. Normally his nightmares were memories of his time with hydra, memories of how they tortured him to create the perfect obeying killing machine. ‘What was it about?’ I questioned. His hands let go of my arm, I quickly moved them so he wouldn’t see the marks he’d left. He always hated himself for that. Instead his hands went around my back to pull my body closer to his. I crawled onto his lap which seemed to have become my usual spot for whenever he was upset. Whatever made him feel better. I draped my arms around his neck and ran my fingers through his brown locks which I knew he loved. ‘They…were here. They found us. There were so many of them…I heard them come in, then I heard you scream…they killed you. They took me…’

‘Shh, baby, it’s alright. We’re safe. It was just a dream…’ I whispered. ‘What if they do find us?’ He asked pulling back so he could look at me. I could tell the thought genuinely scared him. I smiled and gently cupped his cheek in my hand. ‘Then we’ll run. I won’t let them get you, James.’ I whispered. He smiled slightly and nodded. ‘Come one, I made you breakfast.’ I said as I climbed off the bed and made my way back to the living room and into the kitchen. ‘What happened?’ I heard Bucky question, he was probably watching the TV. ‘This Rumlow guy I don’t know if you remember him from back in Washington… they went after him. They got him, but a butload of other people got hurt in the process. King T-Chaka of Wakanda was not pleased at all. His people were killed on foreign grounds.’ I sighed as I turned around and walked towards him with his plate full of food. ‘Now they want them to sign this thing called the ‘Sokovia accords.’ It means the avengers will no longer be a private organisation. Instead a united nation’s panel will decide when and where they are needed.’ I said. ‘Will they do it?’ Bucky asked me. I shrugged. ‘I know Steve won’t. I don’t know…’ I sighed lowering myself onto the couch. Bucky took a seat next to me. ‘Listen… maybe you should go.’ He said. I turned my head to him confused. ‘I’m not gonna leave you.’ I frowned. ‘You should at least go figure out what’s going on.’ He shrugged. I sighed and shook my head. ‘They’ve done fine without me so far. I honestly don’t think me being there would make any difference. Besides maybe giving Tony a heart attack.’ I chuckled.

I shook my head again. ‘It’s too great a risk. I can’t let them find you.’

**_**

I stepped out of the bathroom with a towel on top of my head to dry my freshly washed hair. I found a note on the door form Bucky saying he went out to get some food. I smiled and made my way into the living room. Something on the TV caught my attention so I raised the volume. “A bomb hidden in a news van destroyed the UN building in Vienna. Over 70 have been injured, at least 12 are dead including Wakanda’s king T-Chaka. Officials have released a video of a suspect who they have identified as James Buchanan Barnes. The Winter Soldier. The infamous hydra agent linked to numerous acts of terrorism and political assassinations. Anyone who has information..”

The rest of the sentence died off as I threw my towel across the room and ran towards the door making my way outside. I know today was the market I always used to go to, so I figured Bucky would be there. It was only a block away. I arrived and looked around the herd of people. I sighed in relief when I noticed Bucky with the paper in his hand. I quickly ran over to him. Of course the cover of the paper was an article about the Winter Soldier bombing the UN building in Vienna. He looked over at me and he knew that I knew. ‘Come one, let’s go get our stuff and get out of here.’ I said grabbing his hand and dragging him with me. ‘Can they find me here?’ He questioned looking around worriedly. ‘Trust me, they’ll find out. We have to move.’ I sighed.

‘You go ahead, I’m gonna go dump my phone.’ I said, Bucky nodded before running up the stairs. I went back outside, dropped my phone on the ground and jumped on it a few times making sure it was dead. I checked my surroundings, but everything seemed clear so I quickly ran inside and up the stairs. ‘Okay Buck. Just like we practised…We move fast and we…Steve? Oh crap.’