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[buckysgirlll]

stalker

featuring: avengers!bucky barnes x fem!reader

⟡ synopsis: reader gets woken up in the middle of the night by a guy knocking on her door, demanding that she lets him in.

cw: established relationship, hurt/comfort, reader gets stalked, bucky being a protective bf, reader goes to the tower for the first time but she’s already met the team previously, sam is a bridgerton fan lol, fluff, bucky is kind of grumpy, no mention of y/n, mention of reader owning a kindle, mention of tony pulling some strings, small romangers mention?

wc: 3k

bucky barnes masterlist ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ navi

you get woken up by a loud knock on your door.

rubbing your eyes, wondering who's knocking on your door at this time you pick up your phone seeing it's just past two am. why would someone—

your thoughts get interrupting by another loud knock. followed by another, and another, and another.

you throw off the covers, quickly slipping on a random hoodie that was on your chair, and speed walk to the door.

you go to unlock the front door without looking through your peep hole, thinking it's bucky or maybe one of your friends, but before you could turn the lock something tells you to stop and see who's outside. you freeze, looking through the peephole and seeing a random man you've never seen before.

he knocks again, making you jolt and take a step back from the door. you step a little closer quietly, trying to get a good look at him.

"hey, sweetheart open the door!" he shouts, his eye pushed up against the peephole. he moves back letting you see him clearly. who the fuck is this man? he looks quite tall and middle aged. you can see him wearing a black cap, a grey tank top, and that he has a long beard followed by multiple tattoos that are snaking up both arms.

"i can't see you, but i know you're there sweetheart!" he suddenly says, making you gulp. "open the door now." he bangs the door a couple more times, pushing his eye back up against the peephole. "i can hear you fucking breathing." he lets out a dark chuckle at his own words, making a shiver run down your spine.

what the fuck should you do? you don't know this man. you've never seen him in your life, and you don't know if you should speak or—

"open the door!" he shouts again.

you swallow back your nerves deciding to speak. hopefully if you tell him to go away he'll listen.

"um- who are you are?" you ask, your voice trembling without your permission. fuck, why did you ask that? you were meant to tell him to fuck off but instead your mind betrayed you and told your mouth to ask who he is?

"don't worry about who i am sweetheart, i just want to know if you'll open this door for me." he grins.

"wait no!" you shout, "i don't fucking know you, why the fuck would i open the door for you?" okay now that wasn't the plan. you mentally sigh, hoping that he doesn't get angry and break down your door or something. your plan was to be respectful just incase he's intoxicated or lost but he doesn't look like he's drunk or lost. he looks kind of angry... and that thought scares you.

you shiver when his smile slowly disappears. "are you sure?"

"yes! now move away from my door." you snap, scrapping the thought of being respectful. it is late and he's being creepy. you hope he takes the hint and leaves you alone.

"are you really sure?" he asks, again making you sigh in annoyance.

"yes i am sure, just fuck off."

"oh," he lets out a dry laugh, "i can't do that, sweetheart."

you swallow again, attempting to not show any fear in your voice even though you're absolutely terrified. it is two am, and you're a woman in your apartment alone.

"i can't leave because i want have some fun." his voice makes you jump again, "you probably didn't realise but ive been watching you for a while, waiting to get to you. i was going to do it when you decide to leave this apartment of yours tomorrow to go and see your little boyfriend but i just couldn't wait. i need to have you." you let out a small gasp, your eyes starting to sting with tears.

"leave."you say again, your body starting to tremble with fear.

"open the door, sweetheart." he growls. "if you don't open this door now, i will break it down."

"you need to—"

"OPEN THE GODDAMN DOOR!" he shouts, kicking the door and making it shake slightly.

fuck he just might break in. you feel a tear rush down you cheek, quickly running to your room for your phone.

your first thought was to call the police but as you stare at your screen you know that bucky will get here faster.

you dial buckys number, just hoping and praying that he's awake.

he answers on the third ring.

"doll, do y'know what time it is? shouldn't you be—"

"bucky," a heavy sob escapes your mouth without your permission. at the sound of your cry bucky quickly throws off his covers and sits up.

"what happened?" he asks, quickly.

you take in a shaky breath, trying to calm yourself down. it's no good to him if you can't even get out a single word.

"baby, you gotta tell me what's wrong."

"bucky, i-i need you." you hiccup.

"you still haven't told me what happened doll. why're you crying?" bucky puts his phone up to his ear, using his shoulder as support as he quickly pulls on a pair of jeans, and a shirt. 

"please just come to my apartment," you cover your mouth trying to stop yourself from crying, but no matter how hard you try, another sob still escapes. "i don't know what's going on. there's just a creepy guy outside my door and he won't go away." you give up, openly crying into the phone. you promised yourself that you wouldn't cry or show fear but you're so scared.

bucky picks up his car keys, leaving his room. "where are you?" he asks.

"im in my room—"

"sweetheart!" you hear the man say in a sing song voice. "enough crying and open this door before i break it."

"bucky, please." you plead. "please hurry, he's scaring me, and i- i don't know what—"

"lock your bedroom door and stay in there til i arrive." he says, taking the stairs instead of the elevator down to the garage where his car is.

the call ends before you can tell him to not hang up on you. you let another tear fall, shutting your bedroom door and locking it. you hear the muffled sound of the man outside. letting out a small whimper, you climb into your bed, pulling the duvet over yourself and putting a pillow over your ears.

feeling more tears stream down your face, you squeeze your eyes shut, mentally hoping that bucky gets to you soon.

—

you lift the pillow off your head hearing your phones loud ringtone. you quickly answer it, already knowing that it's bucky that called you.

"hey, im here." bucky says, softly.

"really, already?" you chew your lip, not really believing him. the tower is at least a fifteen minute drive away and it's been around five minutes since he told you that he was on his way.

"of course im here, doll."

you climb off the bed, quickly unlocking your bedroom door. you silently walk to the front door and look through the peephole. letting out a relieved sigh, you swiftly unlock the door and throw yourself into bucky’s arms.

"hey, hey" bucky quickly shuts the front door, his arms wrapping around your waist. you sob into his chest, your heart beating so fast… too fast. you can't stop thinking about what just happened. it was so random, so weird? you had a whole man stalking you and you had no idea.

"hey, look at me." you pull away a little bit just so you can crane your head up to look at bucky. "you’re fine. there was no one outside this door. i promise you, you're safe." you shake your head, your bottom lip trembling but he just continues. "you’re okay, im here."

"y-yeah b-but," you bite your lip, stopping it from trembling.

"but nothing. ive got you baby, nothings going to happen to you." you nod, leaning your whole body against him. "i was so scared." you whisper, realising that your body has been shaking this whole time. bucky notices it too since his arms tighten around you.

"i know doll, i know." he kisses the top of your head a few times before pulling away. he nods his head towards your room, "go and put some shoes on."

"huh? why do i need to wear shoes?" your eyebrows furrow in confusion.

"because we're going back to the tower?" he says confused in why you’re even asking him something that you should know the answer to.

"the tower?" my jaw basically drops to the floor at bucky's words.

"yes baby. now if you don't go and get your shoes, i don't mind carrying you down to my car."

you let a small smile slip onto your face, running into your room and pulling out the first pair of shoes you find. before you could even bend down to tie your laces, bucky has already knelt down to do it for you.

bucky gives your leg a soft tap after he’s done, standing up to his full height. "now let's go, i don't want you to be in this apartment anymore."

you frown. "why not? this is my home."

"not anymore. you’re not safe here," he says, pulling you towards the front door. "i have to work as you know, which means i can't be protecting you all the time, but if you're at the tower, ill know you're safe." he opens the door, pulling your key out of his pocket. you frown slightly, confused on when he was able to get ahold of it, you mentally shrug, too drained to ask anymore questions.

once he's locked the door, he grabs your hand while you both walk down the long hall of your apartment complex.

—

you climb into his car, the warm air instantly warming your chilled body.

bucky climbs in the car right after you, immediately pulling away from the curb. he places his hand on your thigh making you jump from the coldness. you look down realising that your thigh is bare. you was in such a rush to leave your apartment that you’re only wearing a pair of sleep shorts and an oversized hoodie. it’s like bucky realises it too since he blindly reaches behind him, pulling out a blanket from the backseat and placing it on your lap. you wrap the blanket around your legs right before bucky places his hand back in its original position on your thigh.

the silence which is surprisingly comfortable lingers in the air for a few seconds before you speak up. "what time is it?" you ask, not bothering to unravel the blanket since your phone is under it. bucky looks at the watch around his wrist, "three am."

you sigh, looking out of the window. that’s what you get for going to sleep at midnight. well, it's not exactly your fault that the book you was reading was so good, and you couldn't put it down.

you have to remind bucky that you need to go back to your apartment tomorrow to get your kindle.

"are you tired?" he asks, glancing your way quickly. you nod, before realising that he can’t exactly see you since his eyes are on the road. “i guess,” you mumble.

"it’s fine, we should be at the tower in a couple of minutes."

"okay." you whisper, holding bucky’s hand that’s on your lap.

once he’s parked in the garage, bucky gets out of the car before you, telling you to wait so he can open your side. before you can blink he wraps the blanket around your shoulders, basically drowning you in the piece of fabric. you frown at him, confused on what the fuck he’s doing. “it’s cold.” he shrugs.

you sigh, deciding to let him do whatever. once he makes sure the blanket is tight around your shoulders, he rests a hand on your lower back, leading you towards the elevator that’ll take you up to the living quarters.

—

"do you think anyone is awake?” you ask, letting out a yawn.

"a few of them are awake. when i was on my way out wanda was reading, sam was watching netflix and natasha was knitting."

"knitting?" you ask. you didn’t think that the black widow liked to knit.

"she’s knitting a scarf for steve, i think she has a huge crush on him." you nod in understanding, yawning again.

the doors of the elevator open, but right as you begin to walk, already feeling the warmth from inside — you feel the tug of bucky's hand, pulling his your hoodie, down a little bit more, like it's not already drowning you.

"it’s fine." you laugh, but he doesn't look convinced. you ignore the look he gives you, stepping out of the elevator seeing natasha, sam and wanda doing exactly what he said. but sam was watching, you gasp. "oh my gosh are you watching bridgerton?" you curse yourself for saying that out loud since everyone looks in your direction. bucky sighs, rubbing his forehead.

wanda says your name in surprise, "what are you doing here?" she asks.

"yeah, what are you doing here?" sam questions, in confusion.

"is everything okay?" natasha chimes in, pausing her knitting.

"no everything is not okay." bucky grunts. "she can't stay at her apartment anymore."

"i mean, we don't mind her staying here, but why not?" sam frowns. bucky lets out another sigh, already getting fed up at all these questions his friends coworkers keep on throwing his way. all he wants to do is go back to bed.

"because she's not safe. some weirdo tried to break in and she got scared and called me. i would stay at her apartment with her, but i have to work. the same way you guys work, i work. i may not have a mission, but i have a lot of paperwork to do." they all nod in understanding, but you can't take your eyes off the tv.

"im sure ive already watched the first part of season four so what is this?" you furrow your eyebrows confused, as you slowly make your way to the couch. “oh, apparently tony knew a guy so he was able to get it for me early." you gasp again. "that’s so cool, i want to watch it too." you finally end up sitting down, right between sam and wanda but bucky stays standing.

"what are you doing?" he blinks, crossing his arms over his huge chest.

"watching bridgerton?" you say, like it isn’t obvious.

"baby it’s after three am, you were just saying a couple minutes ago that you were tired, and if you sit here you're going to end up falling asleep."

"i won’t fall asleep." you scoff.

"yes… you will." bucky says, slowly. fully convinced you will fall asleep.

"i won’t." you groan.

"you will."

"can you just let the woman watch the show." sam snaps, shooing bucky out of the way since he’s blocking the view of the tv.

"thank you sam." you smile, "now are you going to stand there being grumpy or come and sit with me?" you ask, patting the space that wanda left for bucky.

he curses something under his breath, before sitting his huge form next to you. you place the blanket over your legs, leaning your head on bucky’s shoulder.

you look up at bucky in disbelief when his arms stay crossed and not wrapped around you as they should be. feeling your eyes on him, bucky looks down at you before uncrossing his arms and letting you tuck yourself in his chest.

—

bucky lets out a snort, looking down and seeing you completely knocked out on his chest. it’s now close to five am, natasha and wanda already went to bed, but since sam didn't want to fucking sleep and carry on watching the show which bucky can't deny is very interesting, you thought that you could stay up to watch the show as well, and of course you couldn’t.

he sighs, standing up with you in his arms.

"you’re not going to stay and finish the rest of the season with me?" sam asks.

"man, fuck no. it's nearly five am. why’re you acting like you don't have paperwork to do in a couple of hours?" he says, tucking you close to his chest.

"no you have paperwork to do, not me. you are the one who left your paperwork till last minute. i already did mine." sam smirks.

"i hate you." bucky grunts.

sam laughs, standing up and going to the conjoined kitchen. "i’m going to make myself some snacks, watch the last couple of episodes, then i will go to sleep."

bucky shake his head, bidding sam a goodnight and going to his room with you wrapped in his arms.

bucky balances you on one arm, pulling back the covers and placing you on the bed. he snatches off his shirt and his jeans, putting on a clean pair of sweatpants before laying down beside you. he pulls your body into his, so you’re both laying facing each with your head resting on his chest. he wrap one of his arms around your waist pulling your body as close as possible, while the other hand grabs hold of the bottom of your thigh, pulling it over his hip.

bucky rubs circles on your back, placing a kiss on your head. the room is dark, the only sound being your soft snores. he can't help but think, what if he didn't answer your phone call in time? what if he didn't get to your apartment so quickly and beat the fuck out of the idiot who was standing outside your door, trying to kick it down? and what if he didn't drag him down the stairs, all the way outside to the alley way, outside of your apartment and throw his unconscious body into the dumpster?

[of-apollo]

i promise you there are fics coming i’ve been too indulged in minecraft recently LOL

[pinkhoodi]

let's get to know each other + cure the boredom a little

hair color:

favorite color:

favorite drink:

one thing you love about yourself:

if you could be any animal, what would you be?

dream place to visit:

what's one thing you're looking forward to right now?

your biggest dream:

song that's permanently on your repeat:

10 people i'd like to get to know better tag game

• hair color — brownish-ish black. still fading from when I died it a deep red

• favorite color — pink, light blue, and black !!

• favorite drink — passion fruit/mango lemonade is literally my kryptonite

• one thing you love about yourself — the way I think about and process things.

• if you could be any animal, what would you be ? AN OTTER. they’re so freaking cuteeeee ☹️☹️

• dream place to visit — italy or countryside of france

• what's one thing you're looking forward to right now? MY MF BDAYYYYYY (which is today 😋)

• your biggest dream — to find pure happiness and hold onto it, and be rich asf

• song that's permanently on your repeat — too many to say. imma do a top 3 of just this week alone

follow me x rochelle jordan

rent free x sailorrr

I just died x amerie

TAGS <3 ( no pressure ! ) :: @prettysouled @girlnamedkash @neighbourscat @amourflores @h3avenlyglory @httpjoints @arervoir @rosariesandangels

[ghostykie]

tysm for the tag @asaxj ♡

.𖥔 ݁ hair color — dark blonde (or dirty blond idk)

.𖥔 ݁ favorite color — red n blue

.𖥔 ݁ favorite drink — Coca-Cola

.𖥔 ݁ one thing you love about yourself — my personality

.𖥔 ݁ If u could be any animal, what would you be? — A swaaan, they're so angelic

.𖥔 ݁ dream place to visit — i'd like to travel the hole world tbh, but i also like Paris or England

.𖥔 ݁ what's one thing you're looking foward to right now? my exchange program, the birth of my sibling, and a graduation I'm going to.

.𖥔 ݁ your biggest dream — be someone influent and help many people, travel the world with the woman of my life and write books

.𖥔 ݁ song that are permanently on ur repeat — Ain't LA by Adela

.🪷 ݁ ˖๋ ࣭ ⭑tagging my angels — @m4scaratearz @asy-555 @servingfairydust @coraxoxo @4mionee

[coraxoxo]

tyy for the tag luvvv @ghostykie 😋😽

hair color - naturally dark brown but rn it’s somewhere between light brown with pink highlights with some bleached blonde highlights where pink has faded

favorite color - pink n teal

favorite drink - iced latte

one thing u love about urself - err umm my style

if u could be any animal what would u be - a cat (meow)

dream place to visit - tokyo

what’s one thing ur looking forward to rn - going to a trip to an island (driving rnn)

ur biggest dream - getting a job i actually love and living a life i love

songs that are permanently on ur repeat - idkk lwk nothing bcz i get bored if songs really quickly

tagsss @harlotstarlet777 @theinterpretingbookworm @4mionee @strongbabydoll999 @salvatore----girl @girl-so-online @cherrybomb222 @ang3ldo11y @g0rgelle-fatale @lustfulserendipity @mother-of-mayflowers @missme-kissme-killme @worstangelalive @mifific

[worstangelalive]

Ty 4 the taggg @coraxoxo and @vampurrss

hair colour: blonde <3 it was super light when I was a baby but now it’s more golden ish?

favourite colour: all of them but atm I’ve been having a purple phase again 🪻🐈‍⬛

Favourite drink: Hmmm iced coffee or diet soda

One thing I love about myself: my waist

if I could be an animal: kittyyyyy 🐈‍⬛🐈‍⬛🐈‍⬛🐈‍⬛

dream place to visit: nyc 🫧🫧

what’s one thing ur looking forward to rn: tomorrow bc im skipping school

ur biggest dream: finding my signature makeup style

songs that are permanently on ur repeat: I get tired of songs quickly as well but never high by the beach!

Tags: @maithaofthezora @hero1nchic21 @sincerelycrescent @non-medicated @sincereleedoll @bluevelvet448 🪽

[maithaofthezora]

tysm everyone who tagged me 🩵

hair color: natural black :p

favorite color: hot pink always

favorite drink: iced matcha latteeeeeeee😽 or diet pepsi!

one thing i love about myself: my brows that i have thinned out and let grow to the perfect shape and size

if i could be an animal: i’d either be a kitty, a deer, or an otter

dream place to visit: japan🥹

one thing i’m looking forward to rn: watching the new spiderman movie with my fav cousins!

my biggest dream: to be fully free

song that’s permanently on repeat: complexity by madison beer, duhhhhh

tags: @fairiesgloss @kissofcocteau @strongbabydoll999 @teetharoundorgans @estellebunnyxoxo @whenigetdrunkiwantuboy @444prilsbae @dustyrosegarden @polkadotpr1ncess @fiftiesdrivein @girl-so-online @higcghb1897 @mm-ii @morbid-blonde sorry if i tagged u and u already participated :,) +if u see this consider urself tagged!

[fairiesgloss]

THANK YOU FOR TAGGING MEEE @maithaofthezora i love u sm <3

hair colour: very dark brown/black

favourite colour: green!!!!!!!!!! always always

favourite drink: strawberry milk 🍓 yummy yum

one thing i love about myself: my curls!!!!

if i could be an animal: i would be a cat 🐈‍⬛ obvi

dream place to visit: china or switzerland!!

one thing i’m looking forward to rn: pool party with my uni friends 🫂

my biggest dream: to marry someone i love and live a happy life

song that’s permanently on repeat: suuuuuper hard to choose but as of rn i wanna say the cure/what’s wrong with me by olivia rodrigo <3

tags (sorry if you don’t want to be tagged/were already tagged!!): @clleanlliness @angelonthescreen @aki-qko @servingfairydust @xh444 @madeofvioletdreams @missme-kissme-killme @solvoros + anyone else who wants to do this!!! <3

[servingfairydust]

Thank you so much for the tag lovelies @ghostykie @fairiesgloss ❣️❣️❣️

Hair color: Brown.

Favorite Color: Dark Purple.

Favorite Drink: Apple Juice.

One Thing I Like About Myself: I stay true to myself always.

My Biggest Dream: Seeing my moots in irl.

Song That’s Permanently On Repeat: Gold Dust Woman By Fleetwood Mac.

Tags🪽🌸(no pressure lovelies)~ @valewhimsy @panisfetch @gabbythedaddy @eternoct-void @daughterofthesunlands @prim4donna @madeofvioletdreams @vamp-girl-walking @caramelcarmen

[eternoct-void]

Favorite color: Black.

Favorite Drink: Lemonade.

One Thing I Like About Myself: I like that I'm analytical.

My Biggest Dream: My biggest dream is putting an end to our corrupt system permanently.

Song That's Permanently On Repeat: Pompeii by Bastille.

No pressure tags mooties <3 @daenerys-lemons @yourmanofwar @beeeeew @kingofcourtjesters @valewhimsy @jewishsuperfam @houseofwarcrimes @m4mm4ls @maelor-targaryen @cadentaylor @dowangerqueen @targ4ryens @wayward-saxon @nova-rys @godhonoringpsychic

[targ4ryens]

thanku sm @eternoct-void for the tag lovelyy !!

fav colour : i like so many colours. ill go with pastel pink ?

fav drink : coffee and tea.

one thing i like about myself : well ? i can do many things but if i put my mind in it.

my biggest dream : to just live peacefully without any anxiety.

song that is permanently on repeat : hazel eyes.

✉️ no pressure tags muah : @gwaynes-sweetling @finnsbarbie @0nlybitt3r4may @myladydewinterstuff @m4mm4ls @hounded-dog @wintrynightz @rottndeer @userhotd 🤍

[0nlybitt3r4may]

thanks sooo much @targ4ryens !! 🥹

hair color : black 😭

favorite color : I like a lot, but I mainly like a pale sort of gold/sage green !

favorite drink : iced lemonade, generic I know 💔

one thing I like about myself : uhh i'd say I'm pretty good at reading people! (?)

my biggest dream : have a stable job and income, live a peaceful life :)

song that's permanently on repeat : love note by ayingel !

˖ ࣪⊹ no pressure tags 🔖 : @dontmentionitseriouslyy , @teacup-thoughts , @sweetestgrace , @fireandcxnt , @dustineila , @carameliee , @catbayunthestoryteller , @jaenaera + whoever wishes to join!

[dontmentionitseriouslyy]

tysm @0nlybitt3r4may my beautiful wonderful amazing spousey!!!

Hair color: went on a deep dive on hair colors once just to find out i'm a medium brown (plain ass)

Favorite color: bright yellow, bordering on goldenrod!

Favorite Drink: HORCHATAAA

One thing i like about myself: i NEVER quit at anything i'm remotely interested in, even if i'm bad at it (momma raised a bitcher but not a quitter)

Biggest dream: to be a creative with a good income and a spouse and cat :)

Repeat song: Haere Mai (Ngati Porou Version)

no pressure tags! @dreamyysouls @voidreynolds @vurbenaa @wheelrsgrl @pissylivvie @teacup-thoughts + anyone else who wants to join or i may have forgotten!

[voidreynolds]

thank you for the tag @dontmentionitseriouslyy !!!

hair color: naturally dark blond but usually black,, currently black and purple 🤭

favorite color: purple

favorite drink: chai or matcha

one thing i like about myself: i am loyal to a fault and stubborn enough to still be here

biggest dream: honestly just to be happy and healthy consistently…

repeat song: the summoning, sleep token and are you listening yet?, harry styles

@lovesflourmorethananything @of-apollo

[of-apollo]

love this, thanks for the tag!!

hair colour: dark brown!

favourite colour: green, brown, or yellow!

favourite drink: i love an iced coffee! or dr pepper

one thing i like about myself: i think i’m quite a warm, friendly person and am very approachable!

biggest dream: changes all the time but honestly a solo trip to new york is something i am desperate for right now…

repeat song: the entire unlikely pilgrimage of harold fry soundtrack at the mo! i love it a lot

tagging whoever’d like to do this :) i want to know everyone ever

[of-apollo]

ted lasso binge has started! joy in my heart! smile on my face! whimsy in my soul! lesbianism in me!

[of-apollo]

I DID NOT REALISE THE EPISODES ARE WEEKLY I WILL CRY

[of-apollo]

ted lasso binge has started! joy in my heart! smile on my face! whimsy in my soul! lesbianism in me!

[of-apollo]

hi! for those of you eighteen or over and interested, i have just posted my first 18+ writing for our lovely jack abbot over on my other blog @of-eros ! checking it out and dropping a follow or reblog would be majorly appreciated! :)

[of-apollo]

Hello, wishing you the happiest 3000!!

I've never done a request before so I hope I've done this correctly, I'm so sorry if I've misunderstood 😭

Would you Rather....

Jack Abbot with the prompt - "Here take my jacket"

or

Trinity Santos with the prompt - "Let me wash your hair"

Again you are a fantabulous (fantastic + fabulous) writer, happy 3k!!! 🩷

i choose ‘here take my jacket’ w/ jack! || join the celebration!

warnings: first date vibes - all mushy fluff!

The late August air has turned crisp with the subtle arrival of dusk, carrying that faint, bittersweet scent of dying summer leaves and cool evening humidity. You sit opposite Jack on a weathered wooden bench at the edge of the seaside promenade, watching the sky shift from a bruised violet to a deep, dark indigo over the water.

The date had started hours ago, back when the afternoon sun was still warm enough to burn through your light shirt, stretching through a stroll along the pier, a shared paper cone of lukewarm chips, and a conversation that flowed with an effortless, surprising ease. Jack had a way of cutting through your usual first-date nerves, his relaxed presence and easy laugh making the time slip away far quicker than either of you had anticipated.

"I still say you cheated at the ring-toss," Jack says with a low laugh, stretching his legs out in front of him and leaning his elbows back against the bench. "There's no way anyone lands three in a row like that on their first try without some kind of dark magic involved."

"It's called actual skill, Jack," you reply, smiling as you glance over at him. "You just can't handle the fact that I won you that ridiculous stuffed frog instead of the other way around."

"I'm keeping it on my dashboard as a reminder to never challenge you again," he chuckles, turning his head to look at you, his light eyes catching the faint glow of the promenade lamps clicking on overhead. "Honestly, though... I can't remember the last time I had a night this good. I was half-convinced I'd end up spilling something down myself or saying the absolute wrong thing within five minutes."

"You did almost drop your chips on a seagull," you point out gently.

"That was a tactical manoeuvre," he counters without missing a beat, a boyish grin spreading across his face. "Kept the bird away from us, didn't it?"

As the sea breeze picks up, a sharp gust sweeps across the wooden planks of the pier, making you involuntarily shiver and draw your arms tightly across your chest. You try to play it off with a quiet smile, not wanting to cut the night short just as the conversation has turned so warm and easy, but Jack notices the slight movement immediately. His smile falters slightly, replaced by a look of observant concern as he notices your thin sleeves and the goosebumps forming along your skin.

"You're shaking," he says, his voice dropping an octave as he stops mid-sentence, looking at you with a soft, quiet focus.

"I'm fine, really," you lie, your teeth clicking together slightly as another cool gust comes off the water. "Just a bit of a breeze. Don't worry about it."

"Right, of course you're fine," he says sarcastically, though his tone is entirely fond. Without a second thought or a moment of hesitation, Jack unzips his heavy denim jacket, shoulders his way out of it, and leans across the small space between you. "Here, take my jacket."

"Jack, no, you don't have to do that," you protest, reaching out to stop him. "It's getting freezing out here, you'll end up catching a chill yourself."

"I'm fine in a t-shirt, I promise you," he insists, ignoring your mild objection entirely as he gently drapes the heavy fabric over your shoulders. He reaches out, his fingers lightly brushing your chin as he pulls the lapels together so the trapped warmth envelops you instantly. "Besides, if I let you freeze to death on our first date, I'm pretty sure I don't get a second one."

The jacket carries the comforting, grounded scent of laundry detergent, cedarwood, and the unmistakable trace of his cologne, holding onto his body heat so thoroughly that you feel an immediate, deeply cozy relief. As you slip your arms through the oversized sleeves, your hand briefly brushes against his warm fingers, and the lingering touch sends a completely different kind of heat straight through your chest.

"See? Much better," Jack says softly, watching you pull the heavy sleeves over your knuckles.

"It's huge on me," you mutter, a small laugh escaping you as you look down at the drown of denim, though you wrap it tighter around yourself anyway. "Thank you, Jack. Really."

"Looks better on you than it does on me, to be honest," he replies, settling back against the wooden slats of the bench. He seems entirely unbothered by the rising chill in just his dark shirt, a small, satisfied smirk playing at the corners of his lips as he watches you get comfortable.

You shift slightly closer to him on the bench, letting your shoulder rest against his, feeling the steady heat radiating off him through the cool evening air. Jack doesn't pull away; instead, he shifts his arm so it rests comfortably along the back of the bench behind you, his fingers lightly brushing against your shoulder in a quiet, open invitation.

"So," he murmurs, his voice low and close to your ear as the sound of the tide crashes rhythmically below the pier. "Since you're nice and warm now... does this mean I can convince you to get hot chocolates with me before we head back?"

"Only if you let me pay this time," you say, looking up at him through the twilight.

Jack tilts his head, pretending to consider it for a second before nudging your shoulder playfully with his own. "Deal. But only if I get to keep holding your hand on the walk there."

As the stars begin to poke through the dusk overhead, signaling the definitive end of the summer season, you find yourself leaning further into his side, breathing in the warmth of his jacket and knowing with absolute certainty that this late August evening is only the beginning.

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angst 11 or 12 for miguel o’hara for the celebration prettiest of pleases!!! massive congratulations on three g’s!

i choose ‘please let me help you’ || join my celebration!

warnings: mentions of canon-typical injuries, physical pain, literal hurt/comfort, stubborn!miguel, established relationship.

The harsh overhead lights of the medical bay always felt blinding after a long shift, but tonight they seemed to accentuate every sharp line of exhaustion on Miguel’s face.

He was leaning against the edge of a steel examination table, his suit peeled down to his waist, revealing a deep, jagged gash across his ribcage that was sluggishly bleeding onto his skin. His claws were slightly extended, gripping the metal surface so tightly that the alloy groaned under the pressure.

When you stepped through the doorway with a medical kit tucked under your arm, his glowing red eyes snapped up, instantly darkening with a mix of irritation and sheer pride. He took a heavy breath, his chest expanding painfully, before he pushed himself upright and tried to brush past you.

“I told Lyla I didn't need anyone down here," he growled, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that usually intimidated half the multiverse, though it had long since lost its terrifying edge with you. He winced almost imperceptibly as he took a step, his shoulder brushing yours as he made a stubborn bid for the door. "It's just a graze. I have work to finish, and the suit’s nanotech will stitch the worst of it once I re-engage the mesh."

You caught him, your fingers wrapping around his forearm with a firm, steady pressure that made him stall. He froze, looking down at your hand and then up at your face, his dark brow furrowed in that familiar, infuriated scowl he wore whenever he was forced to acknowledge his own human limitations.

He was exhausted, carrying the weight of innumerable realities on his shoulders, and his immediate instinct was always to wall himself off behind anger and duty. But you knew the telltale tremor in his hand wasn't anger. It was pain, compounded by the sheer, crushing fatigue he refused to admit to anyone else.

“Miguel, please let me help you," you said softly, looking up into his eyes and holding his gaze until the sharp edge of his glare began to soften into something exhausted and vulnerable.

For a long moment, the silence between you was heavy, filled only with the faint hum of the laboratory equipment and the steady, ragged rhythm of his breathing. He swallowed hard, the muscles in his jaw ticking as he fought a brief, silent battle with his own stubborn pride.

Finally, with a weary sigh that sounded like it had been scraped from the bottom of his chest, the tension drained out of his massive frame. He let his claws retract completely and allowed you to gently guide him back to the edge of the metal table, sitting down with a quiet grunt of pain as his tall frame slouched in defeat.

"You're wasting your time," he muttered, though there was no real venom left in his voice as he stared down at the floor, his broad shoulders hunched. "I heal fast enough on my own. You shouldn't be staying up late to play nurse to my mistakes."

You didn't bother arguing with his self-sacrificing logic, you pulled up a stool, sitting close enough that your knees brushed against his thighs. Opening the medical kit, you began working in practiced, rhythmic movements, soaking a sterile pad with antiseptic. When you gently pressed the cold cloth to the ragged cut along his ribs, Miguel flinched, a sharp hiss escaping through his teeth as his hand instinctively shot out to grip your knee. His touch was heavy and warm, a grounding anchor despite his discomfort.

You kept your hand steady, carefully wiping away the blood to reveal the tear in his skin, occasionally humming a quiet word of reassurance whenever a particularly sensitive spot made him tense up.

Watching you work with such patient, unhurried care seemed to undo him far more than the physical pain ever could. Miguel’s gaze shifted from the floor to your face, watching the focused concentration in your eyes, the gentle way you handled him as if he were something precious rather than a weapon meant to bear the weight of the world.

He reached up with his free hand, his large, calloused fingers delicately tracing the side of your jaw, his thumb brushing over your cheekbone with a tenderness that contrasted wildly with his imposing figure. The tough, unyielding leader seemed to melt away, leaving behind just the man who loved you, raw and thoroughly exhausted.

"I hate bothering you with this," he murmured softly, his voice dropping to a rough whisper that barely carried in the quiet room. "Every time I fail to dodge a hit, every time I come back looking like this... it feels like I'm dragging my mess into your life."

You paused for a second, looking up from where you were meticulously applying a synthetic skin sealant over the wound. You leaned into the touch of his hand against your cheek, taking a brief moment to kiss the center of his palm before finishing the bandage.

You reminded him gently that love wasn't a transaction of perfection, and that letting you care for him didn't make him weak. It simply meant he wasn't alone anymore. A soft, shuddering breath escaped him at your words, and he finally let his head fall forward, resting his forehead against your shoulder with a deep, heavy sigh.

He wrapped his arms loosely around your waist, pulling you close as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, taking in the comforting, familiar scent of you that managed to quiet the endless noise in his head. You ran your fingers through his thick, dark hair, feeling the tight knots in his shoulders begin to unravel as he finally let himself rest against you.

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i have my driving test tomorrow can everyone wish me the most luck in the world and manifest super duper hard for me and commission me so i can afford a car and um and and

[of-apollo]

GUESS WHO PASSED!!! GAY PEOPLE CAN DRIVE!

[of-apollo]

Good luck on ur driving test!!!

thank you lovely anon!

[of-apollo]

I’m still here oopsies feel free to say no to this if you’re not writing for more than one request per person

But Canyon Moon with Michael Robinavich would go crazy

oho yay a robby request! || JOIN THE CELEBRATION!

The familiar hum of the engine always feels gentler when you are driving home from a shift that ran far too long, the evening air carrying the faint scent of eucalyptus as dusk begins colouring the hills.

The radio plays that favourite track of yours, Harry Styles singing about blue skies and simpler days, and for a fleeting second, the endless noise of the city seems to fade away.

When you get in, Robby is sitting at the kitchen table, nursing a cooling cup of tea with his head resting in his hands after another punishing shift at the hospital. The moment his tired eyes catch yours, the tension coiling through his shoulders noticeably eases.

He doesn't press you about the late hour or the exhaustion weighing down your frame. Instead, he simply rises and pulls you into a quiet, steadfast embrace, resting his chin against the crown of your head. You both anchor yourselves in the warmth of the moment, finding home right there in each other's arms.

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Hello to my favorite jellycat sun!! I hope you're doing great, another congratulations on the new milestone!! If it's alright I would like to make another request (still not sure if I'm doing this right so apologies in advance 😭)

Kiss, Marry, Avoid...

Fandom: The Pitt

Gender: Any

Personality Traits: Emotionally intelligent, caring, loyal

Hobbies: Writing, singing, art

Love Language: Physical touch

Love your work, it brings me joy and reminds me how much talent writers have! Congrats again! Thank you 🫶🏻

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KISS — SAMIRA MOHAN

honestly… you could so be with her and jack at the same time if that was something you’re into. i was very stuck between them! she absolutely loves how emotionally intelligent you are. your relationship would just be so loving and understanding!

MARRY — JACK ABBOT

a match made in HEAVEN! he needs emotional intelligence at his big age, he could not stand to be with someone petty. he adores how loyal you are because when he is in love he is locked in. loves, loves, loves to hear you sing! whether it’s belting in the car or on a stage, he is SAT and he is LOVING it.

AVOID — TRINITY SANTOS

avoid but only because you’d good friends! definitely needs someone caring in her life to balance out her snark. she loves that you enjoy singing and there is rarely a week that goes by where you don’t go out for karaoke. i can also see her being one of those friends who actually loves physical touch when she’s comfortable? like. will cuddle with you at movie night and hold your hand down the street platonically.

[of-apollo]

i have my driving test tomorrow can everyone wish me the most luck in the world and manifest super duper hard for me and commission me so i can afford a car and um and and

[of-apollo]

The Kiss, Marry, Avoid game seems so fun! I would love to participate if you're still doing it :D

Fandom: The Pitt

Preferred gender: Women/Enby people

Three personality traits: Reserved/Cautious/Generous

Three hobbies: Poetry/Playing Guitar/Baking

Love language: Acts of service

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KISS — VICTORIA JAVADI

vic would find your generosity so endearing! can totally see her being someone who enjoys baking, so she’d be your best taste tester. all of this said, i think she could be quite reserved when it comes to her feelings, and if you’re the same, then you maybe don’t ever end up telling each other you’re in love!

MARRY — MEL KING

adores you!!! she’d love the cautious side of you easily, being that way herself but also outgoing enough to nudge you out of your comfort zone when she can. she’d be so into the fact you love poetry?! expect a million poetry books every birthday! loves the sound of you playing guitar and finds it much nicer background noise for her busy brain than a trashy tv show.

AVOID — TRINITY SANTOS

i say this with all of the love for trinity in the world, but you are too good for her… you’d get along as friends! but, in a relationship, she’d like someone a bit less reserved and cautious, i think! she’d find your guitar playing cool as hell though, automatic invite to karaoke nights for sure.

[of-apollo]

Hi! Congratulations on the 3000 followers, and thank you for doing this event! Could I please request a kiss, marry, avoid for the MCU?

I am female, would describe myself as emotional, witty and loyal, love dance, watching sport and learning about history and languages, and would describe myself as best expressing my love through physical touch

I hope that is everything you need and thank you again ❤️

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KISS — BUCKY BARNES

there is a spark there! trust me! he’s ridiculously loyal when he likes someone, so you match well in that sense. he used to love to dance, but he hates it now! he likes history a little bit, but doesn’t have the same passion for it as you. like, there’s the basis for a good relationship there, but i don’t think it’d progress beyond a little bit of a fling unfortunately!!!

MARRY — LOKI LAUFEYSON

oh he would LOVE you! he’s a dramatic little shit, so he’d definitely fall for someone emotional and he loves to see that side of you so much. loves watching you dance and enjoy yourself, and will absolutely dance with you whether it’s alone in the kitchen or in front of hundreds of people at a ball. he’d teach you all about asgard and would take you anywhere in the world that you wanted to learn more about!

AVOID — PIETRO MAXIMOFF

i say avoid BUT purely because i could see you being such great friends instead?! he is also so witty that the two of you just. obliterate people with your little quips. he’d also love to dance! any event you’re at together you are dragging each other onto the dance floor (pretend this isn’t starting to sound like friends to lovers) and having the most fun ever. just besties your honour!

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Hiiiii, first of all I love your writing✨ may I ask a match up with a twist?

Fandom: Marvel/Mcu

Preferred gender: I like all genders but tend to end up crushing on men more🫩

Three personality traits: I'm creative, a bit scatterbrained and very stubborn regarding my moral compass(the type of person to fight with my bigots relatives at Christmas dinner)

Three hobbies: I love thrifting(especially little trinkets and stuff), drawing and reading

Love language: [To give]Gift giving(very specific and mostly handmade) [to receive] Words of affirmation

Sorry I may have gone over detailed, thank you so much in advance if you end up writing it✨✨🫶🏻

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KISS — STEVE ROGERS

adores your sense of creativity!!! it’s his favourite thing about you. i think you’d have to explain the concept of a trinket in the modern context to him, but when he gets it? he gets it. he’s picking up anything and everything that he thinks you’ll love. this said, his organisation may contrast with you being a scatterbrain a little toooo much! you’d like. have a kiss everyone would freak out about and then the mcu writers would forget to mention ever again. that vibe!

MARRY — YELENA BELOVA

honestly the arguing with bigots at christmas dinner is what made me go ok yelena. she is so helping you with that and she is so blunt and brilliant about it. i can SO see her being into thrifting, even if just for the thrill of rummaging and finding things rather than buying loads of stuff. the fact you handmake her gifts makes her heart SOAR, and she’d have a special shelf in her room reserved for them.

AVOID — JOHNNY STORM

okay now. the stubbornness is definitely something he’d love, but, respectfully, as a self proclaimed family man, he is not coming to your christmas dinner to help😭 you’d have to be content with going to reed’s place for it and find something to debate with him instead! i can’t see him being into thrifted sadly, but he’d definitely get you expensive trinkets! just maybe more as a friend who gives great birthday presents rather than a lover.