#angie writes

[prettycalla]

|| where i wanna be ||

Pairing: Bob Reynolds/Reader

Summary: You've been avoiding Bob all day, but it's not for any of the (many) reasons he thinks.

Word count: 1.5k

Tags and warnings: Fluff, sick fic (reader has a cold), Bob is an absolute sweetheart (obviously), Bob has a crush, Yelena very lowkey playing wingwoman, cuddling, reader is she/her, no use of Y/N.

(It was only a matter of time before I caught the Bob bug. Honestly I'm surprised I managed to last this long. I started writing this for @getaapologist, but I'm such a slow writer that she got better before I finished it, whoops. Also please be kind, I'm new to this fandom and I did my very best. Title is from whatthehellishappening by Glass Animals.)

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It’s not that big a deal. Really.

Or so Bob keeps telling himself. 

You’ve been avoiding him for most of the day. He’s trying not to let it bother him.

It’s stupid. He’s overreacting. 

But he can’t stop thinking about it. He thought the two of you were getting closer lately. You always make an effort to ask how he is, and you’re the first to volunteer yourself to help with dinner, to the point where he doesn’t even have to ask anymore. So what’s changed?

He’s been sitting in his usual spot by the window for hours now, staring at nothing. Knees tucked up to his chest, nails bitten right down, racking his brain. Was it something he said? Something he did? Something he didn’t do? At one point, he even ended up with his sweater stuck halfway over his head in an attempt to check if he smelled bad. 

Nothing’s coming to him. But there must be something, something he’s overlooked. Maybe he should ask you. But what if he really did hurt you? That would only make it worse. Because it’s his mistake, so he should know what it is, right?

He’s so absorbed in his ruminating spiral that he doesn’t even notice Yelena sitting down next to him.

“What is the matter with you?” she asks. 

Her words are blunt, but the tone she speaks them in is soft. Bob knows by now that it’s just her way.

“Nothing, I’m fine,” he replies, too quickly, flashing her a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. 

She carefully pries his hand away from his mouth. He doesn’t try to stop her.

“There is nothing left to bite,” she says gently, closing her hand over his. “Talk to me.”

He takes in a breath, turning his head to avoid her gaze. 

“She’s been avoiding me all day,” he mumbles, and he feels like such a child. “I don’t know what I did, but it must have been bad.”

Yelena doesn’t even have to ask. Who else would it be? 

He jumps when she suddenly bursts out laughing. She presses her lips together, shaking her head.

“Sorry, that was mean,” she says. “But she’s not avoiding you.”

Bob frowns. “How do you know that?”

“Because she’s sick,” Yelena replies simply. 

Worry floods through him then. “Sick? Is she okay?”

“She’s fine, it’s just a cold. But she was worried about giving it to anyone else, so she’s been in her room most of the day. I only know because I went looking for her.”

Now he feels like an asshole. Of course he’d go and make it all about him and-

Yelena pokes him lightly in the forehead. “You’re overthinking again. Enough,” she says, giving his hand a little pat. “She’s still in her room, if you were wondering.” 

He almost trips in his haste to get up. Yelena raises an eyebrow at him. 

“Try not to come off as too desperate, okay?” she calls after him as he rushes off.

He stands outside your door longer than he’d like to admit. He just has to knock, ask how you are, no big deal. So why are his hands sweating so bad that he’s had to wipe them on his pants three times already? 

He forces himself to do it before he can chicken out again, wincing as his knuckles hit the wood a little too hard in the quiet hallway.  

He faintly hears you calling him to come in. When he opens the door, it’s to find you in bed, bundled up under the covers with another blanket around your shoulders. Your cheeks and nose are bright red, and you give him a weak smile.

He tries not to stare, because if he does, he’ll end up blurting out how cute he thinks you are. 

“Hi,” you say with a little wave. Your voice is hoarse, and it sounds painful.

Bob’s suddenly very aware of how shy he feels. “Yelena told me you weren’t feeling well. I hope I didn’t wake you.”

You shake your head. “No, no, it’s fine. I’ve just been staring at the TV.”

“I could get you something?” he offers. “Are you hungry?”

“Honestly, it’s no big deal, it’s just a-”

You’re stopped mid-sentence by a sneeze. Then another. And another. 

Bob tries not to smile. “No big deal, huh?” 

“It wasn’t this morning, I swear,” you insist. “I woke up with a bit of a headache, but nothing I couldn’t push through. Then my throat started getting sore, then the sneezing started…So I thought I’d hole myself up in here for a bit. I don’t want anyone else to catch it. Doesn’t seem fair.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” he asks.

He doesn’t mean for it to come out like an accusation. But he’s been worried. 

“Because I knew you’d come check on me and get yourself sick. Like you’re doing right now,” you counter.

He can’t argue with you there. With the first part, at least. 

“I can’t really get sick anymore,” he says. “Not like that, anyway. Whole serum thing kinda messed that up for me.”

He gestures awkwardly to the door.

“If you need to rest, I can…I can go. Give you some space. I just thought, y’know, maybe you’d want some company.”

Just once he’d like to sound even remotely confident when he talks to you. 

“No, it’s okay. Some company would be nice, actually,” you reply with a smile. “I’ve been kinda lonely sitting in here, if I’m honest.”

You seem none the wiser. That, or you’re just too polite to say anything. Either way, he’s grateful. He tries not to look too enthusiastic as he shuts the door, making his way across the room. He perches himself at the very edge of the bed. 

“Thought you said you couldn’t get sick,” you say, and he must be imagining things, but it sounds like you’re teasing him.

You pat the space right next to you. He stares at you in disbelief, before finally regaining his senses.

“You sure?” he asks. “I don’t wanna…”

“You’re not imposing,” you tell him. “It’s okay.”

He forces himself to move then, getting himself comfortable next to you. Well, as best he can. His hands are sweating again. He tries to ignore it. 

“What are you watching?” he asks, quickly clearing his throat when his voice cracks. 

“I’m not sure. I can’t really concentrate on anything right now.”

You pass the remote to him, and he flinches when your hand brushes against his.

“You’re freezing,” he murmurs, concerned.

Without thinking, he reaches for the blanket across your shoulders, pulling it closer around you. You lean into him, and it takes everything in him not to freak out.

You’re never been this close to him before. Not like this, at least. Not in your bed-

“I was too hot ten minutes ago,” you reply, placing your hands over his, where they’re still holding onto the blanket.

“Wish I could give you some of my heat. I’m always too warm,” he says, hoping to God he sounds light-hearted and not like a total creep.

You glance up at him. “You could.”

He definitely misheard you.

“I…I’m not sure I understand what you mean,” he says carefully.

You pull back the blanket, and immediately Bob’s tucking it around you again. But you’re persistent, shoving it out of the way and gesturing next to you.

“Come in,” you tell him.

He feels as though he’s on the verge of passing out. “What?”

“You heard me. Come in,” you insist. “You said you wanna keep me warm.”

He doesn’t move right away. Doesn’t trust himself. But if he takes too long, that’ll look suspicious too. No matter what, he can’t seem to win. 

Hesitantly, he climbs under the covers with you. He sits as stiff as a board, staring at his hands in his lap like they're the most interesting things in the world. He’s gonna screw this up somehow, he knows he is. He can feel another spiral coming on.

But then he feels you shivering again, and suddenly that fear leaves him, even if just for a second.

“Can I?” he asks softly, before he can stop himself.

You turn your head, to find his arm awkwardly half-raised towards you. You say nothing, instead taking his hand and directing his arm around your shoulders. You pull his other arm around your middle, leaning in to rest your head against his chest.

“Your heart’s beating so fast,” you say quietly. “Are you okay?”

He swallows, trying desperately to find his voice. “Yeah, I’m…I’m fine.”

He’s never been less and somehow more fine in his life. This is all so new to him. He’s as terrified as he is ecstatic. It’s no wonder his poor heart’s struggling like it is.

The two of you stay like that for a while. Your breathing starts to slow, and Bob carefully tilts his head to find you fast asleep. He smiles to himself, a little giddy. It’s like a dream come true, having you in his arms like this.

Someday he’s going to tell you. How long he’s wanted this, how he feels, everything. 

But for now, this is more than enough.

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[angsxls]

— Pooks! Some rando request i thought about. Basicaly reader forces max to cosplay with them for a convention but the character max was cosplaying is pretty much hot and when they get out of the convention they basicaly fuck eavh other out of their cosplays

— I THINK THATS SO FIRE 👀

Post activities — Max (3FS) x fem!reader

summary: your sweet boyfriend finally agreed to let you put him in a cosplay costume for a convention, but he ends up looking a little too hot for you to bear...

characters: max (3FS) x reader

genre: fluff first, smut after

warnings: reader is called "babe", "baby", "love", "hot", mention of temptation, sex in car, unprotected sex, p in v, smut, minors DNI

a/n: POOKIEE!! i think i cooked with the characters choices... who would blame our dear reader in front of such version of Max. tHANK YOU SM FOR THIS ORIGINAL REQQ i loved it... also, im so sorry, this smut is terrible but i feel like it could've been very worse..so..i guess...you can try read now..

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Max was the best boyfriend in the world, yes. But he never accepted to cosplay with you.

You were very passionate about cosplaying. You liked doing your hair, wearing unusual makeup to match your favorite character's, building sometimes props for your own costumes. Max has even helped you sometimes, painting them for you whenever he had nothing to do, streams or videos to edit. But he's never joined you!

So, since the date of a very fun convention started to come closer to the crosses on your calendar, you came up with a brilliant idea, asking him to cosplay a character he actually liked. He's just played the newest Resident Evil 9, and he actually loved it, so you took advantage of that information.

—☆—

"Babe, can you help me with this... belt thing?" Max walked out of the bathroom absolutely unaware of his appearance.

The black, slightly baggy cargo pants fitted his legs so well you could swear he was born with them on. He already had a dark leather belt on, looking very tempting, the prop he was talking about was supposed to be put on his back and around his arms.

He was also wearing a fitting dark blue t-shirt, that clung to his chest like it was sewed on him directly. Thank heavens it was summer, one of your favorite seasons just because your fit boyfriend's arms were always on display, along with those biceps you loved. Max was attractive, gosh, he really was, but dressed up as Leon Kennedy of Resident Evil? Fuck... he had no idea what he was doing to you.

Talking about his face, he looked nothing like the character, but that didn't matter. You were pretty different from Ada Wong too, but the dress and costume was what mattered! You stressed him enough during these last days, you had to be happy with what you actually got. Which was even better than what you expected.

"Woah," you gasped, your eyes sparkling as you eyed him up and down. "All of a sudden I feel very much like staying home" You teased, a hint of playfulness in your tone, you added it to see how he would react and what he'll answer.

"Oh no, we're going. I paid for your dress, now you're showing it off." He said, defenitely checking you out too, as he smiled, almost to hinself. He really was aware of the fact that he was very lucky having you. He knew he's pulled someone way out of his league, but that someone seemed to love him very much, so, what should he do, deny it?

But today, wow. You looked like a total vision, more than the rest of your days.

"Turn around?" You asked, your voice gentle and kind as usual, as he obeyed and showed off his back, another part of him that you were an absolute goner for.

With the right, deliberate slowness of gestures, you put the dark brown leather prop on his shoulders and tied it behind his back, resting on his shoulder blades.

"I look nothing like Leon." He pointed out, resting his fists on his hips while you also fixed some ugly folds on his chest. "I wish I did, but this is the maximum you get."

"Gosh, you look way better than him." You stated, your sweet as honey voice suddenly turning low and gravelly, as you used the chance of fixing things up to rest your hands on his shoulders.

"I don't." He shook his head, his own, dipping a little to look into your eyes better, considering his height.

"You do. Shut up." Wrapping both your arms around his shoulders, you leant closer and pressed your lips to his. His delicate hands put themselves on the sides of your waist, gentle as always, as if you were made of porcelain and he had to move you to his liking.

"I mean, if you shut me up like this, always." He teased, making a whole bunch of butterflies dance in your stomach, as if you two haven't been dating for two years already, and haven't even gone way further from the kisses and flirting line.

You let out a little laugh, coming out seductive enough to make him smirk.

"We better go, before..." he blushed, straight up blushed, before taking his keys and running his other hand through his hair.

"Don't mess them up, gosh!" You scolded him, immediately bouncing back next to him and trying to fix them however you preferred, but he snorted and opened the door before you could properly do it.

"I wish I had Leon's Porsche, though." He said, feeling great envy ever since he's recognised the car in the first scenes of the actual Requiem title.

"Ugh, stop complaining!" You chuckled, stepping into his actual car, not a Porsche, but one of your favorite places. You were actually the only person he always let pick the music from, without ever judging your taste and sometimes rating song per song. His friends, yeah, he let them too, rarely, but he always ended up regretting it because they'd always end up arguing over songs.

Plus, secretely, you've always had this one fantasy that involved his car. Unluckily, you never made it reality. Yet.

—☆—

The convention was just amazing.

The reason why you loved that kind of events was because you weren't shy at all. You were totally surrounded by people with your same passion, which meant you had no fear, no embarassment at all! You were just the realest version of yourself.

And being there with your favorite person made it all even better.

You and Max — aka Ada Wong and Leon Kennedy, in your own ways — held hands all the time. It was his first cosplay convention, he needed that extra support. Also, whenever he got recognised, (and yes, it happened) he'd squeeze your hand because he detested stuttering or messing up in front of his fans, people that enjoyed watching what he loved doing and admired him.

After compliments coming from other Resident Evil fans and cosplayers, some pictures and souvenirs he bought for you, "Mr. Forced" finally admitted that he was having fun, and was happy to have gone with you, for once. That surprised you; all the time you couldn't ignore that feeling of slight guilt that made your stomach tie into knots and your throat ache.

What if he was hating it? You could've just let him stay home and rest, or hang out with Jacob and the others like they'd plan. But soon enough, that feeling faded away, as Max started non-stop smiling and letting out impressed "Wow"s at the sight of every insane cosplay, or getting excited whenever he'd recognize a character. Max was happy.

At the exit, he brushed the back of your hand with his soft thumb, saying "I loved coming here today."

Your heart warmed up so much, that the brief heat reached your ears and made them flush. "Really?"

"Totally! It's like entering into your world." He said, before bending his head to look down in embarassment "I apologize for never accepting to come with you, this convention was really cool to be honest."

You smiled genuinely, like a teenager after their first kiss. "That means a lot to me."

He smiled and pressed a loving kiss to the crown of your head, before pulling back and grabbing the keys from one of the pockets of his cargos. It was very dark outside.

Max got onto the driver's seat, as you took your usual spot on the passenger's. He immediately started the engine at least to make the inside a little warmer, to make sure you didn't have any cold air hitting you. Finally, he was alone with you.

He was going to take advantage of that, considering how hot you looked in your darn costume.

"Did I mention how beautiful you still look even after hours of walking?" He smirked, looking at you to catch your reaction in 4K, which revealed a little smile of your own.

"You look even better, trust me." You averted your gaze, suddenly very interested in the other cars in the parking lot.

"Huh, you're saying bullcrap." He shook his head, a clear strategy of his to get praised a little more.

"No, you look absolutely handsome."

Oh, you knew what you were doing.

You received the confirmation just when, after a few, agonizing seconds of pure silence Max moved from his seat and leant over enough to reach for your chin, tilting it towards you.

"Love?" He needily whispered, only an istant before gently, carefully and slowly kissing your lips.

And who were you to reject a well-deserved make out? Nobody.

You two needy birds kept going torturously slowly, yet deeply; because you'd never pull back when a needy Max's tongue brushes onto your lower lip, asking for permission to deepen the kisses.

Both your breathing became uneven, un-synchronized, messy, along with the pleasant, wet kissing sounds both your attached lips kept creating.

Max was getting bolder each second that passed until his left hand reached the curve of your waist and squeezed, non-verbally whispering a warning. A clear warning that advised you about how he wanted things to go. The heat of his body embraced yours, the temperature in the car increasing quickly when, without you even being able to process, Max's hands fully gripped onto you, his strong arms lifting you effortlessly and bringing you to his side as if you were a doll.

You were too blinded by the whole situation that you didn't realize you actually had to part your legs to let him put you on top of his lap.

"Babe, I get it that I'm the man, but you should cooperate too," he breathlessly said, gently guiding your legs to stay at the sides, your knee sinking deeply into the leather.

When he suddenly realised how affected, or nervous, or unsure you were feeling, his hands stilled in a split second, eyes widening as he locked his gaze with yours. "We don't have to. If you don't want it, it's totally fine. We can just go back home."

"No, I..." you were, indeed, a bit affected. But that was just because you loved him so much, and he looked too hot not to... yeah. "I'm positive, I want it."

Max's eyelids lowered, as his bold, fire-hot hands ran up both your thighs symmetrically, up... and down. "Yeah? You want it?"

Gosh.

You nodded, your own breaths heavier than normal, grazing inside your throat as you lost control of them. "Yes."

"Then your wish is my command."

Max's head dipped low, sinking into the nape of your neck as his lips started leaving hot trails of kisses against your already burnt skin, healing it with soft but passionate pecks. You already were a mess, as always. You've always been firmly convinced his hands had their own brain.

Now, they were gripping onto the edge of your dress, raising it without even looking, until his palms could firmly rest on both your hips.

"Can you wear this everyday?" He whispered, so low you actualky struggled figuring it out, so much that he even added a breathy "Please?", right against your ear.

One hand left you to unbuckle his belt, his head pulling back and hitting the seat as he smirked openly seeing your dumb face.

You always got so blind whenever you two got this intimate. You could swear your eyesight wouldn't be this bad even if you were inside a even darker cave.

"C'mon, you can unzip them." He whispered, gesturing towards the zipper of his cargos.

"Gosh, fuck you." You shakily answered.

"Yeah, soon, baby." He stole one last kiss while your shaky hand pulled the zipper down. Not like you've never done it before, but this time... maybe it was the whole Leon thing.

When the access was easy and granted, he looked into your eyes one last time, before slowly sliding himself into your cunt, making sure to not spot a single discomfort sign in your expression.

"Ugh, you feel so good." He breathed out, his grip onto your hips tightening as he waited a few seconds, only for you to get used to his thickness inside your needy, warm folds.

After that brief break, he began rocking you forth, whispering you to hold onto his tense shoulders and pressing your chest against his. "Yeah, like— like that."

Back and forth, and he kept going, picking up the pace just a little to hear your whimpers and moan get more vocal and broken, as his right hand slid down to rest on your ass and push himself even deeper into you.

You were seeing stars, and the situation wasn't even the most confortable. You were extremely turned on ever since the moment he walked out to you, all dressed up just like you told him to, but you surely weren't ready to fuck in his car like you've always fantasized!

"Max—" you managed to form, even though it wasn't the first time you said his name, at all.

"Yeah, me too." He groaned when he sped up again, his own hips bucking upwards to hit against yours while your head started to spin.

He gritted his teeth, while your hand squeezed his bicep very hard, as it hit you both, strong and intense.

Both of you let out a vocal sound of both relief and big pleasure, before he slowed down and totally stopped, in case you needed it immediately.

Max started to pant, as he leant his head back, hitting the seat again, before smiling to himself, and saying. "I love you. Gosh, I really do, babe."

You couldn't really talk, you were still trying to process it all, but your hand caressed his chest gently, and that was enough.

Just because he was Max, he couldn't hide a teasing request. "If I come to your conventions, you'll always let me come in you when they end?"

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[darlingsart]

They are so unserious

[lovelybarnes]

dog tags- b. barnes

pairings: bucky barnes x reader warnings: language? umm crimes about: rewrite!! wanted to get back into writing and i thought rewriting some of my favorite prompts would be fun, PF12 “committing crimes” + DH8 “how dumb can you be?” a/n: hello! i meant to post this like. five days ago LMAO but i started school and should be doing work right now and i came up with a false memory claiming i did, in fact post, when i, in fact, did not. anyway. here it is. i don't know how much better it is than the original but i had fun writing it, though, surprise! i still suck at endings. ummm i am thinking or rewriting more to get back into the groove and i am writing an actual new request. this got long okay thank you

"We're going to get caught."

You shoot Bucky a look, nose wrinkled. "You are so negative," you say, legs kicking as you climb over a fence. "We are not going to get caught." You watch as he leaps from the ground, metal hand grasping the top of the fence and launching his body over it cleanly. He lands crouched and stable, watching you slowly turn your body over the ledge and subsequently topple onto the ground.

"We're gonna go to jail," he sighs, bending over to hoist you onto your feet by your armpits. Your hair has leaves in it.

"Oh my god." You stumble, hands wrapping around his arms from the speed. "How the fuck do you—"

You shriek when Bucky spins you around to press your back against his chest and clamps a palm over your mouth, gentle even through the fingers keeping your lips shut. Your eyes widen cartoonishly, flailing as he manhandles you behind a shrub. You're still complaining to the best of your ability when he shushes you, directing your attention to the woman walking out of the house.

You quiet down and stare, brows furrowed. She's not supposed to be there.

It's like Bucky can read your mind, glancing at you with a sigh. You try your best to give him a look back before looking at the woman again. She has a phone pressed against her ear, lips moving angrily. Her voice upticks sharply with the end of each word she says.

You relax when you realize there isn't a chance of you getting caught, kind of wishing you had popcorn to watch her nearly trip over her heels and become even more furious, kicking at the grass. Bucky's silent enough for you to seriously doubt you'd know he was there had he not been tightly wrapped around you. You squeak at the fact, impressed. Bucky pinches your side unhelpfully.

She unlocks her car, keys tinkling harshly with her movements. Bucky finally abates when she throws her door open and sinks inside her white Jaguar, the slamming door narrowly missing her pin-straight blonde hair.

You gag, pushing his hand away. "When was the last time you washed your fucking hands? That's disgus-"

"I thought the house was empty," he interrupts, head cocked.

"I thought it was, too," you defend lamely. "She's off schedule. Maybe that's why she was so pissed. Late to her HOES meeting or whatever."

"What the hell is HOES?"

"I don't know!" you cry. "The one with the lawns."

"Are you trying to say the HOA?"

You quirk an eyebrow. "James Buchanan showing his face?"

"This is not-" He sighs your name, "I swear, if any more of your information isn't right, I'm leaving."

You make an incredulous look. "Is that supposed to be a threat? You were not invited."

"I wanted to make sure you didn't die or get sued or go to jail. Which, hey, really likely in a neighborhood that has 'HOES' meetings."

"I'm not gonna 'die' or go to 'jail,'" you insist, finger quotes up and perplexing Bucky. "I don't need your help, anyway, I'm a very capable person with a very capable plan. You just followed me. You're some guy's little brother."

"What?"

"You know. Annoying."

Bucky breathes in slow, watching you creep around the bush for a better angle of the house. He closes his eyes and counts to three, and when he opens them, you're at the porch, tiptoeing like a fuckin' cartoon character into the house and leaving the door open. Spectacular.

He sprints inside inconspicuously, head darting both ways just in case before he closes the door. When he turns, there's an alarm system set up that lazily blinks green. No disturbances. Huh. He glances at you, impressed for a very quick second when he sees you snooping in a cabinet, clueless to the huge dog growling behind you.

He stills immediately, breath slowing. He stares at you and tries his best to make you feel it, but it either goes wrong or he fails entirely when you drop a file, groaning loudly at the injustice of it. The dog twitches. Bucky's heart jumps into his throat.

You're halfway into an inelegant bend when you spot him, face breaking into a smile. Fuck, he thinks. You're pretty even when you're going insane. "Hey! You're finally here. Look at—"

He shoots you a warning look, moving his lips as little as he can. "There's a dog." He glances between it and you, thinking every move ahead to avoid a nasty bite and the failure of your stupid mission.

"Oh my god, Brutus?" You spin too fast, startling the dog both from with your movements and apparent knowledge of his name. 'Brutus' makes a noise between a growl and a whine. You gasp, a palm pressing against your lips. "Brutus, I thought they retired you!"

You drop down to your knees, opening your arms wide. Brutus stares at you for a second, inching closer to sniff you apprehensively. Then, his ears tuck and he whimpers, tail tucked and wagging gently as he walks closer to you.

"You... know the dog."

"Yes, I know the dog," you start, voice careening into a higher, softer pitch as you rub the pads of your fingers behind Brutus' ears. "Brutus has been the guard dog here for two years. I fostered her for a little while until she was adopted but I kept in touch." Brutus licks your cheek, making you squeal. "Her name was originally Poppy but they wanted a scary name." You roll your eyes.

Bucky shoots you a look.

"I sort of spied on them for a few months to make sure she was doing well," you rub her ear, "and she was, yes she was," you baby-talk. "Her owners have shit values but they really spoil their dogs."

"Wow. Okay. One question—the people we are stealing from know you?"

"Yeah, they have my number."

Bucky pinches the skin between his brows.

"Good girl, Poppy, protecting the house from evil intruders," you coo.

Bucky looks at the clock and then you, slowly lowering yourself further to pet Brutus-Poppy. He nudges you with his foot. Poppy growls at him. "Hey. Fellow evil intruder. She's gonna be back at some point."

"Not for another hour at least. Nat's in charge of the distraction." Still, you press a loud kiss to Poppy's head and stand.

"I'm an overachiever. Let's leave ample time."

"Fine," you say loudly, arms swinging petulantly at your side. "I'll make it quick. You're such a bore."

"Yeah, yeah. What are we looking for anyway?"

You use a pencil to look between books and couch cushions, humming distractedly. "Don't you worry your pretty little head about it, Buck." You wink.

Bucky's cheeks pink against his will, shaking it off as quickly as he can as he watches you look around. You pause in the middle of the room, do a full spin, and sigh. "Not here."

Bucky frowns but trails after you into another room, Poppy close behind. You open the door grandiosely to a giant room. "Wow."

"Okay, I know what you said, but you kind of need to tell me so I can help you find it," he says. You ignore him, striding toward a desk and pulling open a drawer. He says your name exasperatedly. You observe a notebook, shaking it vigorously before tossing it over your shoulder. Other items follow in quick succession, which he catches amidst his frustration. "What are you—you're going to break something—" He catches a crystal ball.

"I'm not, I know what I'm doing," you insist. "You are so pessimistic. Have faith." You dig in a little further before grumbling, rising to your feet and kicking a chair down. "I'm going to look in another room," you say and take off, leaving Bucky with an armful of miscellaneous objects to put back. He screws his eyes shut and counts to three.

You walk down the hallway quickly, peeking into the rooms until you find what you're looking for. Three doors in, you stop, scanning the walls until you find a hideous painting hung up next to a dusty bookshelf. You make a triumphant noise and stride toward it, running your fingers along the frame until you find the indentations of a security panel.

"Aha! And, if I remember correctly..." You enter 1234 and the painting swings open to reveal a safe. "Losers."

You count silently as you unlock the safe, laughing in triumph when you beat Natasha's record. Keeping the door open with an outstretched finger, you contort to find a pen, holding the cap between your teeth as you scrawl your time on the inside of your wrist, giggling in the anticipation of letting her know.

You turn your attention back to the safe after you've written a few wobbly exclamation points, rifling around until you find what you're looking for. Your fingers dig through a dark box filled with stolen valuables, a grin on your face when your fingers get tangled in the one you're looking for, eyebrows jumping in satisfaction as you tuck it safely into your pocket. You stick your head in the safe again, searching for something shiny to throw in Sam's face when Bucky bursts in.

"Oh, hey, do you think Sam would—"

"They're here."

Cursing, you shove everything into place, closing the safe and carefully moving the picture back. You step back and grimace. "God, that's ugly."

He says your name urgently, wrapping his hand around your wrist and dragging you away, throwing you over his shoulder when you keep lagging behind. You squeak, clamping your mouth shut when Bucky squeezes your thigh in warning.

He dumps you out of an open window and into a bush, rolling himself out onto cropped grass. "Okay, I think that was unnecessary," you mumble, crawling out next to him. There are lines of bubbling red all over your skin from what was apparently a rose bush.

"We have to hurry before the gate closes," he huffs, lifting the both of you up with ease and hurrying to the slimming entrance. You squeeze out unseen and stop at the beginning of the blind spot you came in through. Bucky's huffing when he puts you down.

"What's wrong? I thought you had super high stamina or something," you tease, poking at his shoulder. Bucky glares at you. You laugh and reach for his hand, beckoning him enticingly with your fingers. He appeases you suspiciously, capturing your hand in his. He squeezes and rubs a soft line up and down near your thumb.

"Let's go home," you say.

Bucky blinks. "What?"

"Let's go home. I'm hungry. And I kind of want to take a nap. Can we stop by and pick up some ramen?" You tug at his arm gently, beginning the trek to Bucky's bike down the path without surveillance. "Breaking and entering really wears me out," you say to his furrowed brows.

"Don't forget robbery," he muses.

"Right. Breaking, entering, and robbery really wears me out," you say with a laugh. You turn to him and grin, eyes sparkling.

Bucky stops, staying in place when you pull at him and whine. "What was it?"

You cock your head.

"What did you want to steal so badly?"

You chew on the inside of your cheek, looking at him thoughtfully. "I'll tell you if you give me a piggyback ride," you proffer, wagging your brows.

Bucky rolls his eyes but crouches down, holding onto your index finger as you climb onto his back.

He readjusts you as he stands to full height, wrists twisting under your knees and holding your calves tight but kindly. You hum, one arm falling over his chest and the other dipping into your pocket, unzipping it and taking out the chain. You wrap it around your fingers delicately and rest your chin on his head, looking at it dangling from your hands.

Bucky begins to walk. "So?"

Your thumb draws wonky hearts on Bucky's chest, tracing the letters on the tags with your other one. "Do you remember how disappointed you were when you came back and your dog tags had been auctioned off? It was the one thing you couldn't get back because it wasn't in that museum." You feel Bucky nod. "Well, I've been looking for them," you confess, pursing your lips. "I didn't want to tell you because you'd tell me to stop and that it didn't matter but I know it did—I know it does.

"A few months ago, I found out who bought them and I tried to buy them back, but these assholes wouldn't budge no matter how much I offered—or anyone, I impersonated a lot of people. I think they just wanted to keep them because other people wanted them. And the things they said about you..." You shake your head, feeling yourself going hot with anger.

Bucky squeezes your leg, muttering your name.

You stop yourself, letting your face slant so your cheek rests on his hair. He smells sweet like your shampoo. Fucker. "So, anyway, I did the obvious thing: I tracked them down, fostered their dog, and broke into their house to get it back. It's not like the tags are theirs, anyway."

Bucky stops abruptly, jolting you. You yelp, complaining as he puts you down and stares at you.

"You did—this was to get my dog tags?"

You look back at him. "Yes? I didn't—"

He cuts you off, pulling you into a hug so tight, you cough. Your arms hang limply in surprise for a second before they come up to reciprocate, a dazed but still eager arm rubbing the line of his shoulder blade. Bucky hugs you a little tighter. "Thank you," he murmurs. "I don't think anyone... I don't know many people that would do that for me."

"Oh," you say, blinking fast. "I—of course I would. I love you, Bucky, you... I would do anything for you."

"Fuck," he says wetly, pulling away to hold your face in both hands. He smiles at you. One of those real ones that crinkle his eyes. "You're—fuck—"

You laugh, his hands falling away to your shoulders.

"I'm sorry you didn't get them back after you went through all that trouble."

You tilt your head. "What do you mean? You think I didn't get them?" You raise your hand to his view, dog tags dangling. "Your faith in me is shocking."

Bucky grabs the tags and you let them go easily, watching his hands turning them around slowly, index running along his name. JAMES B. BARNES. Then, two lines down, R. BARNES. "I can't believe you did this for me," he says softly.

You smile. "Well, believe it, baby," you tell him, gently teasing. Your wring your hands together. "Of course I did," you say, quieter.

When he looks back up at you, his eyes are shiny. "Thank you." He glances down at them once more and splits the chain with a finger to pull it on your neck. "Hold on to them for me?"

You pause. "Bucky..."

"Just until we get to the compound. You'll keep it safe for me."

You keep it safe for much longer than that.

[anamazingangie]

Rupert x Taggie / Rivals / Rutshire Chronicles : masterlist of my humble fanfic contributions

I always wanted to have one of these for HotD, but I wrote way too many fics to take on that task. So far I only have 11 fics for this fandom, though, and that feels do-able—so let’s go! Most of these are Rupert/Taggie-centric and rated E.

your precious heart | Rupert x Taggie | Multi-Chapter | Rated E | 38k words | Complete* | Part 1 of Welcome to (almost) Paradise

*This was originally six chapters and completed. But I am revisiting and expanding it. It will eventually contain ten chapters. 

Tags : Falling In Love, Competence Kink, neither daddy kink nor not daddy kink but a secret third thing, Rupert's Inner Saboteur, Dacryphilia, Size Kink, Love Confessions, Breeding Kink 

Focusing on the budding romance between Taggie and Rupert, told entirely from his perspective. Includes a few changes to the canon timeline, and a lot of book influence (though no significant spoilers).

There is relatively little angst, a whole lot of pining, and what I consider to be glorious smut (maybe not such a humble list, after all).

Summary:

You’re old enough to be her father.  Once, those words had reminded him to keep his distance. But in this moment, he could only think; She was old enough to be his wife. (She was going to be his wife, she just didn't know it yet.) . “Old enough to be your fucking father,” he spat, harshly bringing their hips together as he bitterly recited the words that had kept him away from her for so long. Now, they just served to arouse him further. or: Rupert cares more about what his heart wants than his friendship with Declan.

uh, oh those summer nights | Rupert x Taggie | Multi-Chapter | Rated E | 38k words | In Progress | Chapter 12 / ? |

Tags: Class Differences, Family Fluff, Mutual Pining, Slow Burn, Self Confidence Issues, Alternating POVs

An AU in which the O’Haras never moved to Rutshire. Working at a local bakery, Taggie meets the Campbell-Black children—a shy pianist, and his outspoken younger sister. Taggie sees part of herself in both of them, she listens to them, and they listen to her, leading to a bond and ability to manage them beyond what even their own mother can accomplish. 

Despite her young age she is hired as their nanny by Helen, Rupert’s ex-wife. When a last minute injury leaves Rupert without childcare, he hires Taggie to stay on for the summer—and to join them at Penscombe. 

It turns out the kids aren’t the only ones who fall in love with her.

Summary:

“I’m not going to fuck the nanny, for fucks sake, Helen.”   or: he does, in fact, fuck the nanny.

only god would know the reasons (but I bet he must have had a plan) | Rupert x Taggie | Multi-Chapter | Rated E | 16k words | In Progress | Chapter 3 / ? |

Tags: Mistaken Identity, Under-negotiated Kink, Consensual Non-Consent, Rape/Non-con Elements, Period Typical Attitudes, Aroused Victim, Somnophilia, Taggie's Maid Uniform, Pet Names, Praise Kink, Unsafe Sex, Cockwarming

After her mother leaves and her father dies, Taggie turns to working for Inventured as a servant for hire—cooking, catering, cleaning, childcare, she is capable of it all.

She meets Basil Baddingham through her sister’s boyfriend, and he personally requests her to ‘take care’ of Rupert and his children over the holiday—in an agamous capacity only, of course. Bas just neglects to relay this to Rupert, not wanting to ruin the surprise of her company. 

And Taggie…she struggles to say no to Mr. Campbell-Black, and when she does, he doesn’t believe her. 

This features alternating POVs and non-consensual sex, though Rupert assumes she is just a prostitute playing a part and that her protests aren’t genuine.

Summary:

He saw her legs first. Then the hem of her very short uniform. Then the white bow tied around her tiny waist. Wrapped up like a fucking present. One that he couldn’t wait to tear open. He would quite like to play with her box, too. Or: Taggie is everything but a prostitute. Regrettably, Rupert thinks otherwise.

the thick of it | Multi-Chapter | Rated E | 14k words | In Progress | Chapter 2 / 3 |

Tags: Historical AU, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Sexual Slavery*, Consent Issues**, Knotting, Size Kink, Breeding Kink, Mating Bites, Putting the Rut in Rutshire

*In this society omegas are often bought and sold as sexual partners or ‘pets’ despite having the same mental functioning as any other designation. But this does not apply to Taggie, it is just mentioned in passing.

**Consent Issues tagged is due to the influence of biological instincts overriding their ability to think clearly or control themselves. 

Famed rake and alpha, Rupert Campbell-Black is thoroughly disgusted by society's treatment of omegas, viewing them as second class citizens at best and cattle at worst. After his father’s neglect and infidelity led to the death of his mother, Rupert is determined to never have a mate of his own.

But when one turns up at his doorstep in heat, he finds her rather hard to resist and the idea of anyone else having her impossible to resist. 

Summary:

He should back away. Lock himself in his chambers. Tell his groom to deal with her, and to find him a designationless whore — or a dozen — that he could fuck into the night to rid himself of this desire without consequences.  But he didn’t.  He needed to see her, and he knew exactly where she was, for at that moment, he was a hound, and she was a bitch in heat. If anything got between them, he’d make them bleed.  He didn’t need to ask where she was; he was guided toward the beating of her heart—which, alarmingly—seemed to beat in time with his own.  He was so fucked. 

you can’t turn the tide | Rupert x Taggie | Multi-Chapter | Not Rated | 9k words | In Progress | Chapter 1/7 |

Tags: Child Neglect, Verbal Abuse, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Pseudo-Incest, Angst with a Happy Ending, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

A brief separation from Declan leads to a drunken mistake of a marriage.

Eight months later, Taggie is born. 

What follows are nearly two decades of Maud’s lies, forcing apart the pair and pocketing the payments Rupert sends for Taggie’s education.  Making them both  feel unwanted is the key to her scheme, and she succeeds at it—until Rupert and Taggie are reunited, and find love in a way beyond what is  familial. 

Summary:

Taggie was trying to survive. She was trying to make things better. She was trying to be loved. She was trying to be happy. She always tried so hard, but what was the point? There was no amount of trying that would lead to her being Rupert’s daughter again, and that was all she wanted to be. She had never been happier than when she was his. . Her birth certificate listed her as Agatha Campbell-Black, the eldest child of Rupert Campbell-Black and his first wife, Maud O'Hara. Her marriage certificate, however, ensured that she would be remembered as Taggie Campbell-Black, the third wife of Rupert Campbell-Black.

this romeo is bleeding (it's nothing but some feelings) | Marcus x Alexei (Main), Flora x Marcus, Rupert x Taggie | Multi-Chapter | Rated E | 33k words | Complete | Part 6 of Welcome to (almost) Paradise |

Tags: Daddy Issues, Begging, Barebacking, Internalized Homophobia, Anal Sex, First Time,  Daddy Kink, Rimming, Caning, Under-negotiated Kink, Pet Names, Praise Kink 

A charity benefit leads to a chance encounter between the famous Russian ballet dancer, Alexei Nemerovsky, and the ex-showjumper turned trainer, Rupert Campbell-Black. His attempt to seduce the reformed rake fails, but Alexei doesn’t give up that easily. 

A pair of tickets to see him dance in London get passed along to Marcus and Flora, who share a flat in the city.

A trip backstage and a shared meal lead to Alexei and Marcus sharing a whole lot more. Like a bed.  And body fluids.

But that is just the beginning. And with no end to the affair in sight, it is only a matter of time until Rupert finds out…

This features characters from the books and may not be interest to people who haven’t read them. But you do not need book knowledge to read this, and since it is an AU it is not spoiler heavy, either. 

Though all works in Welcome to (almost) Paradise stand alone, this will make more sense with the context of oh, how could I have known? 

This fic has several chapters that are very Rupert x Taggie-centric with half the chapters from their POV. Even if Marcus x Alexei does not interest you, it offers some insight into the Rutag relationship within this verse!

Summary:

Marcus knew it was odd to see a nude man and think of his father, but he couldn't help it. The similarities between them made the comparison so easy.  And the similarities in what they made him feel...well, those were present, too.  This sort of desire for a man’s attention mixed with admiration was familiar to Marcus, since it was something he had felt every time he was in the presence of his father. But now, with Alexei, it was mixed with something else. Something more. Arousal.  God, he was so aroused. or: we answer the question posed by Marcus Campbell-Black in Appassionata, p. 656: "Did all gays fall for men like their father?"

crossing the line | Perdita x Ricky | One Shot | Multi-Chapter | Rated E | 6.7k words | In-Progress | 3 / ? | 

Tags: Hate Sex, Enemies to Lovers, Rough Sex, Temporarily Unrequited Love, Rough Oral Sex, Consensual But Not Safe Or Sane, Choking, Grief/Mourning, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Face Slapping 

Perdita’s and Ricky bond over their daddy issues, even if he refuses to admit it. She’s never had one, he misses being one. She offers him everything he shouldn’t want—including herself.

Resentful of how desperately he desires her, he takes his anger out on her—but oops, she likes it. And he does, too. 

This contains some spoilers for the book ‘Polo’ though nothing substantial–however, it may not interest you without the context of that book. Unlike my other works, these characters are only tangentially related to those in Rivals. 

Summary:

His thumb brushed across her bottom lip, swollen with saliva and red from being stretched around his cock, and he thought to himself, maybe she can be tamed.  He couldn’t tame Chessie and he was too in love with her to break her. That was why he lost her; he couldn’t afford to keep what refused to behave. But Perdita?  There was no love there, only hatred. And maybe, just maybe, with enough training, he could get Perdita to stay.   🐎🐎🐎 (A look into the life of a broken man who brings out the best in a broken girl. She brings out the worst in him, but makes his life so much better in the process.)

~~~One Shots~~~ (all one shots, even ones part of series, stand on their own without context of other fics.)

beneath the covers | Rupert x Taggie | One Shot | Rated E | 7k words | Complete | Part 2 of  Welcome to (almost) Paradise

Tags: Married Life, Married Sex, Non-Linear Narrative, Touch-Starved, Praise Kink, Oral Fixation

Exploring the sexual compatibility between Rupert x Taggie, how they deal with the public response to their marriage, and how their relationship defies the expectations of almost everyone.  

Summary: 

God, she was a vision, all wide eyes and long lashes, backlit by the sun while she mouthed at his cotton-clad cock. She nosed at the damp material and he could feel her inhale, as if having his scent in her lungs would suffice until she had his cock inside of her, too. And fuck, somehow she still looked just as naive as she had on the day they met. Way too innocent to wake him up like this, and too young to be with him at all. But she was—and she was his wife.  “I’m hungry,” she muttered, teeth catching the band of his pants, “Want to taste my husband.” or; Taggie's greatest passion was cooking, making sure those she loved never went hungry. But after marrying Rupert, she discovered her own appetite, and a rather voracious one at that...

i thought you ought to know | Rupert x Taggie | One Shot | Rated M | 6.3k words | Complete | Part 3 of  Welcome to (almost) Paradise

Tags: Fluff and Smut, Daddy Kink, Breeding Kink, Self-Esteem Issues, making your husband a daddy in more ways than one

Taking a moment to focus on the age difference between Taggie and Rupert, and the comfort they both find in that, even if others are disgusted by it. 

Summary:

"This is my wife, Taggie Campbell-Black.”  She would never tire of hearing that, especially when Rupert said it with so much pride.  It wasn’t uncommon for them to get the response, “My god, I thought she was your daughter!”  But Taggie never tired of that, either, even if she probably should. It was hardly an insult, to be thought related by blood to a man like Rupert.  (Though, being related by marriage almost felt more special, because he had chosen her in a way you couldn’t choose a child.) . or; Rupert takes far better care of her than her actual father ever did, so it's no wonder that Taggie, on occasion, pretends Rupert is more than just her husband. 

let the past be the past | Rupert x Taggie | One Shot | Rated E | 7.8k words | Complete | Part 5 of  Welcome to (almost) Paradise

Tags: Outsider POV, Misunderstandings, Jealousy

Five years after the events of Rivals, Ralphie Henriques finds himself back in Rutshire—this time, for his friends wedding, rather than his birthday. 

He was worried things would be awkward given his history with Taggie, but is reassured that she is happily married. No one mentioned *who* she was married to, though he may not have believed them if they had.

Summary:

“She married Rupert?” He asked, absolutely aghast, "As in Rupert Campbell-Black? How the fuck did she manage that?”  “I have no idea. I’m as shocked as you,” the boy agreed, “She could do so much better.” or: weddings were supposed to be romantic, but a weekend spent in the Cotswolds celebrating the nuptials of his best schoolmate only served to thoroughly snuff out any chance Ralphie had of reigniting an old flame.

oh, how could I have known? | Marcus x Flora (main) Taggie x Rupert (background) | One Shot | Rated E | 9k words | Complete | Part 4 of Welcome to (almost) Paradise

Tags: AU - No Rannaldini, Friendship, Sexual Experimentation, First Kiss, First Time, Accidental Voyeurism, Anal Play, Oral Sex, Fantasizing, taggie has a daddy kink and rupert has a dirty mouth and marcus gets off while listening to them fuck

The expectations that come with being Rupert Campbell-Black’s son are high, and Marcus has never managed to meet them. He is shy, and far more interested in the piano than philandery. 

Flora’s friendship doesn’t quite change that, but it changes everything else. She supports him emotionally, and sexually—and helps him come to terms with his sexuality. 

This features characters from the books and may not be interest to people who haven’t read them. But you do not need book knowledge to read this, and since it is an AU it is not spoiler heavy, either. 

Summary:

“Are you imagining it?” Flora asked softly, because she didn’t want to be overheard. He thought about lying, but he couldn’t, not to her. “Yeah,” he admitted. “Are you imagining your fingers in Taggie or—or that he is pressing them into you?” He couldn’t—he couldn’t even admit the truth to himself when it came to that, yet even so, he mumbled out a, “Yes.” . or: Exploring the friendship between Flora and Marcus and what it could have looked like if things were a bit different + the canonical fact everyone wants to fuck Rupert Campbell-Black, including his children. 

got dirty thoughts and a dirty mind | Taggie x Rupert | One Shot | Rated ? | 6k words | Complete | Part 7 of Welcome to (almost) Paradise

Tags: Married Life, Possessive Behavior, Obsessive Behavior, Jealousy, Codependency, Dom/sub Undertones. Bathroom Sex, Bladder Control, Mentions of Corporal Punishment, Mentions of Daddy Kink

Warnings: this is watersports. or at least water adjacent. lounging by the poolside equivalent of a pissfic.

Written to explore Rupert as a reformed man whore who knows exactly how easy it is to cheat (and how frequently he chose to do so in the past) and lives in constant fear of his wife indulging in the way he did when he was her age, and how that manifests into an obsessiveness that balances out Taggie's insecurity in a way that is kind of heartwarming/beautiful but is also toeing the line of what is abusive.  Summary:

“Jesus Christ, it would be more subtle just to pee on her.” The words were spoken rather almost sardonically by the stranger who happened to witness the possessive display he put on when returning to his wife's side, and he responded with an equally potent dose of sarcasm.  “Not a bad idea, then I wouldn’t have to leave her to go to the loo, either.” He wasn’t serious—at least not at the time—but the memory of those words lingered in his mind, and over time, the sarcastic statement began to sound more and more like a suggestion. 

~~~Bonus~~~

terribly fond  | Rupert x Taggie | One Shot | Rated M | 3.3k words | Complete | 

Tags: Angst, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Major Character Injury, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Hurt No Comfort

This is listed as anonymous because it doesn’t have a happy ending. A depressing look into what happens when Rupert runs away, and no one is around to catch Taggie when she falls (literally).

Summary:

Do you exist if no one notices you? If no one loves you?  Those words had been haunting her for nearly a year now. Rupert had been so sweet, and seemed so confident that she would be loved, and he may have meant it, but he clearly didn’t mean that she would be loved by him. He was fond of her .  That was what he said. That was the last thing he said to her. And then he left, and now…well, Patrick was probably right, he was probably galavanting around with half of Hollywood, not a single thought in his head for her. Stupid. So stupid.

Updated as of September 2025~~

[angie-j-kay]

I made a proper, planned out zine, intended for publication instead of just scattering around wherever!

Here we go, a zine on the origins and intent of Samhain, its conversion into Halloween, and how we can celebrate both beyond the costume parties and commercialized garbage.

Oh, and there's a soup recipe.

This is not the final product. This was a test to see how the layouts would work, and what I need to tweak on a printer. I'm considering adding some illustrations on the inside, and the cover will eventually be orange.

Also, this is ABSOLUTELY intended to be picked up by Evangelicals who think that Halloween is eeeeeeevil.

[angiewrvting]

Unusual Circumstances. Part 1.

Summary  ── AU. Unusual Circumstances follows the story of Ellie Rhead, one of the best criminal profilers in the country. Steve, Bucky and Ellie have been best friends since high school, however, that all changed when Bucky vanished without a trace and now Ellie has dedicated her life to finding him. And what happens when Steve has to watch the woman he’s fallen in love with pine for another man.

Pairing  ── Steve Rogers x Fem!OC. Bucky Barnes x Fem!OC

Warnings  ── Jealous Steve, OC jealousy, Swearing, conversations topics of sex, masturbation, abduction murder and serial killers, angst, fluff, drinking, smoking weed.

Word Count  ── 2.909K

Author Note  ── This is NOT beta read so all the mistakes are my own. This is my first ever fic on this blog. Please like and leave comments on this to let me know if you’d like a part two. Future parts will feature flash backs to when they all met, how Bucky disappeared, the case as it proceeds, their lives at home, what happened to him and of course a juicy love story. 

REQUESTS ARE CURRENTLY OPEN. 

185 days. That’s how many it’d been and it still didn’t get any easier.

‘’When was the last time you slept?’’ Steve grumbled from the sofa, flicking through the channels with boredom etched into every movement. It was a good question, in all honestly she wasn’t sure when the last time she’d managed to get a decent amount of sleep was. 

How could she when he was out there still?

Ellie’s chartreuse orbs were fixated on the paper work that lay scattered across her old oak desk, each detailing news articles that she’d poured relentlessly over. It was all part of the evidence she’d been collecting since he went missing. Some days it still didn’t feel real, she felt like she was in mourning every time she breathed, resonating deep within her chest.

The day Bucky vanished both she and Steve had been frantic. And now six months later it had become truly real that they may never find him. That he may truly be gone and while Steve had seemed to some what accepted it, Ellie couldn’t.

‘‘Y’know if you keep reading that shit your heads gonna’ explode.’‘ Steve whispered deeply, pushing to stand before walking over and resting his shoulder against the door frame. She knew if she looked up she’d find his piercing blue orbs shining with concern. 

‘‘Maybe another coffee will help --- ‘‘ Ellie began.

‘‘No. You’ve had enough caffeine, you need sleep.’‘ He wasn’t being mean, she knew it came from a place of concern and love but she didn’t want to hear it. She couldn’t.

It came out before she could stop herself.

‘‘I need Bucky.’‘ She snapped, instantly regretting it when he recoiled his eyes fluttering shut while he did that thing he where breathed deeply through his nose. She never spoke to him like that, it wasn’t they way they worked. ‘‘Sorry Steve.’‘ She muttered instantly raking her hands through the locks that framed her face. ‘‘Sorry.’‘ She muttered once more before pushing her face into her hands with a sigh. 

For a moment he felt that hurt swirl in his sternum, it stung to know that he wasn’t enough. He missed Bucky more than anyone would ever realize, he’d just learnt to channel his pain into other things. He hadn’t given up but he wasn’t letting it control his life anymore. He couldn’t. It’d been eating him alive, tearing him apart piece by piece. Ellie just hadn’t yet learned that she needed to keep herself healthy if she wanted to survive this.

Steve knew that she was over tired, he could see it, so with a sad sigh he closed the space between them pulling her up and into his arms. She was tense, unable to let that grief stop consuming her as the sobs wracked her from her body. How could it have been over six months with no sign of him. They knew he wouldn’t have just left. 

They’d never been apart this long since they’d became friends. 

‘’I just don’t know how we haven’t found him.’’ She sobbed into his chest, winding her arms around his middle to cuddle herself closer. Steve in that moment felt his own lip tremble. He hated how in pain she was and he missed his friend dearly. 

‘’I don’t know, Ellie. I wish I did. But I can’t give you the answers I so badly want too.’’  

For a while they stood in each others embrace allowing themselves to live in the pain that had been consuming them since that night. Steve’s hand finding home on he back, rubbing his hands up and down to soothe her the best he could. Ellie hadn’t noticed the longing looks that had developed over the last three years, the want and need that lingered in Steve’s orbs. 

He’d wondered at night if it’d always been there but he knew that he could never act on them. The two had always remained platonic, the best of friends and part of the trio. Steve was also keenly aware of the relationship Ellie and Bucky had, they had fun always up to something, flirty banter something they both found humor in and he’d always had to watch. Steve and Ellie had their moments they’d just always related on a more deep and emotional level. He honestly felt like she was the only person he could truly open up and be himself around. 

‘‘God, I’m sorry. I’m such a mess.’‘ Ellie muttered, sniffling as she finally began to stop crying. He didn’t let go though, resting his chin on her head. He remembered her saying that she always felt safe when he hugged her, and so any chance he got, Steve made sure to do just that.

‘‘You never have to apologize, El, y’know that.’‘ Steve hummed which made her cling to him a little harder. Ellie had for the longest time felt so comfortable around Steve most people mistook them as a couple, she was quick to tell them that they weren’t that. She’d laugh and tell the people that they were crazy. 

Yet, in his arms she felt at home. But some much of her longed for Bucky. It felt like it was killing her, and nights had become restless. She missed talking to him for hours on her patio, laughing until the sun came up or the long nights at Roosters, their favorite dive bar in town. 

‘‘We’re meant to be going to Roosters tonight.’‘ Ellie sniffled pulling back to take a look at the towering male whose beard and hair had grown out, a long piece falling in front of his eyes as he took a look at her, letting his thumb swipe away the stray tears. 

‘‘I know you don’t want to, but I think it’ll be good for you to get outta’ the house.’‘ Steve spoke softly but it was still firm. He knew she needed to be somewhere that wasn’t her place or the office. ‘‘Plus when was the last time me and you actually did karaoke?’‘ Steve smirked.

He earned a giggle from Ellie and it was the sweetest sound he’d ever heard. He wanted to capture it on a recording so he’d never forget it. ‘’There she is.’’ He chimed, looking down upon her sweetly. ‘’What d’ya say?’’ Steve probed wanting to at least attempt to get her to go out. 

‘‘Okay, fine. But you’re paying.’‘ Ellie cooed, slapping her hand on his chest finally pulling away from his embrace. In a matter of moments it went from sweet and tender back to their usual. And while Steve had longed to stay there longer, she was already turning and walking away.

Because she had no idea about the way she affected Steve Rogers. 

The music boomed from the speakers that Ellie was pretty sure were on their way out, the smell of beer lingering like stench in the air and floors that her shoes would stick to when she walked across the room. The best way to describe this place was a dive bar, or some form of almost derelict establishment. Roosters was a bar they’d stumbled upon in college, it’d been cheap and Bucky had worked part time behind the bar in the summers before he got a job as a fancy lawyer for a firm just twenty minutes out of town. 

And even when they moved up in the world and could have afforded to drink in much nicer places they still always came here. It was like a second home to them, they were friends with pretty much most of the regulars and they served the best hot nuts. Ellie couldn’t help remember him in here with them, all of them here until closing when they were told they had to go. 

Or the last conversation she had with Bucky. One that she’d never tell Steve about.

‘‘That’s a whiskey for you.’‘ Steve said, placing the drink down, before dropping into his own seat. ‘‘And a Shir--’’ He didn’t even get to finish before Ellie jumped in.

‘‘You’re drinking red wine?’‘ She teased, running her tongue across her bottom lip to stop the laughter from tumbling from her lips. 

‘‘You always make fun of my drink choices.’‘ 

‘‘That’s because your drink choices are....questionable.’‘ She scrunched up her nose. She’d never been a fan of red, and no matter how many times Steve tried to convince her otherwise, it was utterly disgusting. 

‘‘Okay, Mrs fancy criminal profiler with her whiskey.’‘ Steve managed to get out before they both burst into laughter. For a moment he realized that this was the most fun they’d had in what felt like weeks and they’d only just got here. He was hopeful. Telling himself that she just needed to get out and have some fun. Remember what living felt like. 

‘‘What are you singing tonight, then?’‘ Ellie asked smirking into her drink. Instantly she felt his side gaze burning into her. 

‘‘We not duet-ing?’‘ Steve asked furrowing his brows. 

‘‘Yes, of course. I need to make sure we get our rendition of 500 Miles in before the nights over. But I remember last time we were in here I won a bet.’‘ And instantly realization dawned on him. 

‘‘Oh you’re good.’‘ He grumbled having completely forgotten. 

The last time they’d found themselves in this establishment they’d decided to see who could out drink the other. The loser had to get up on stage and sing something that made them think of the winner. And as the blush tinted Steve’s cheeks, he couldn’t help himself think of the many songs that he found himself thinking about Ellie as he listened. 

‘‘I’ll give you time to get a few more drinks in you.’‘ Ellie promised with a smile, earning herself a roll of Steve’s eyes as he took a large gulp of the red wine instead of the sips he usually took. 

‘‘I’m gonna end up trashed.’‘ Steve confirmed and all she did was nod. 

For a while they sang along, chatted about the evening, reliving memories from their many adventurous nights in here and at some point Ellie had managed to score some weed for after they got home. Everything was going well until she arrived. 

Natasha fucking Romanoff. 

And in an instant she watched Steve’s attention drift from her to the red head. She shouldn’t have disliked her, she was a nice woman but there was something about Steve and Natasha’s relationship that got under her skin. They’d dated for a while a couple years ago before they broke it off so she could pursue her career and for the life of her, Ellie couldn’t understand how anyone could have broken up with Steve Rogers. 

Ellie wasn’t blind. He was gorgeous. And on top of all that he was one of the good ones. 

And while they’d maintained a friendship there was something in the way she seemed to always find a way to him when they were in the same bar, always touching him as if she was marking a claim on something that wasn’t hers. Not anymore. Ellie hadn’t even realized her jaw had clenched when she watched Steve get up from his seat almost automatically. Great. 

Within a moment he was gone embracing her. She should have been used to it by now but she just wasn’t. Instead she began to drink her drink taking her gaze off Steve in hopes that it’d just go away, focusing on the woman singing Kate Bush horrendously. 

‘‘Ellie.’‘ Natasha smiled slipping into the seat on the other side of Steve, while the other woman that she knew as Wanda took the seat next to her. ‘‘You’re looking well.’‘ And straight away she could feel the pity in her eyes, most people looked at her like it. Everyone knew just how much Bucky had meant to her. It was one of the reasons she hated coming because everyone felt sorry for them, but she knew they thought it was time she moved on.

She would never. 

‘‘It’s good to see you Natasha.’‘ She offered a tight smile. ‘‘And you, Wanda.’‘ Ellie took another sip of her drink hoping that they could talk between themselves and she could get Steve back to herself. It was just meant to be them tonight, anyway. And unfortunately the three of them quickly delved into conversation, while Ellie just nodded along.

She knew Steve was trying to include her and she wasn’t being rude, or at least, trying not to be. Natasha hadn’t done anything wrong but she just couldn’t seem to get over how she felt towards her. It was definitely because she’d hurt her best friend, she couldn’t shake the memory of seeing Steve in the state he was after she broke up with him. And when Nat lent forward to laugh, her hand falling to Steve’s thigh, Ellie felt every part of herself tense up.

She didn’t want Steve to get false hope, that’s what she was telling herself. This had nothing to do with the fact that Ellie for just a moment thought about what he’d think if she did that to him.

‘‘Nat was just telling me that she heard there’s a really good film at the movies coming out this week, maybe we should check it out soon.’‘ Steve said turning to Ellie with hopeful eyes, a sweet smile on his lips so much so that all she could do with nod with a soft smile. 

‘‘That’d be nice, Steve.’‘ Ellie knew it’d mean the world to him. She’d been neglecting him for some time and maybe he just needed her to be a little more present. She couldn’t guarantee she’d be able to keep it up all the time, but she could at least try and be a better friend. 

All it took a look over Steve’s shoulder to see Nat’s gaze burning into Ellie. Oh, she knew that look. She’d been telling Steve about the movie in hopes that they’d go with each other and he’d just out right invited his best friend along. Sometimes Steve could be a little bit clueless, but she was kind of glad in that moment that he was. 

‘‘Steve --- ‘‘ Nat began, pulling his attention back to her. (As usual) ‘‘I was kinda hoping...just me and you would go to that movie.’‘ And Ellie couldn’t say she wasn’t impressed, at least the girl said what she meant instead of just pretending it was what she’d always intended. ‘‘Like...old times.’‘ Nat and Ellie were both watching, waiting for the penny to drop.

And then it did.

Steve’s mouth formed into the ‘o’ shape, before he nodded. Ellie couldn’t watch so she took her gaze back to the stage that now had a man trying his luck singing Gold and he wasn’t half bad, so she tried to focus on that. What she missed in that moment was Steve trying to gauge Ellie’s reaction to what Natasha had said. Was she bothered? Did she hope that he’d say no? The one thing that bugged Steve to no ends was that he could read her like an open book pretty much all the time but when it came to him she was unreadable. A complex puzzle with a thousand individual pieces that never seemed to interlock.

‘‘Sorry Nat, I misread what you were saying.’‘ Steve said sheepishly, offering her that thousand watt grin that drew all the girls in. Just not the one he wanted. ‘‘I’d love that.’‘ The second the words left his mouth he regretted them because Ellie said nothing, her face didn’t move so he offered the best smile he could muster to Natasha and moved the conversation along.

Ellie could see that the red head was ecstatic. She was getting her claws back in him and the thought alone made her feel sick to her stomach. She just knew if she said anything to Steve he’d think she was being a paranoid best friend. Because that’s all she was to him. 

Buzz.

Her phone buzzing changed the conversation, and Steve turned from her instantly. She knew he was pissed off but she couldn’t quite place her finger on why. She’d never met someone who could go from being a ball of sunshine to a brooding poet in the space of seconds.

That was Steve fucking Rogers she mused to herself. 

‘‘Sorry --- I gotta’ take this’‘ Ellie muttered instantly answering as she made to stand. But she wouldn’t make it very far because the whole world seemed to freeze. That voice was one she’d thought she may never hear again. Bucky. It wasn’t him though, it was a recording. She could tell from the static and scratching in the sound. It was him begging for his life and in that was him crying out her name repeatedly. 

Bucky was being tortured and someone was using it to torture her. 

‘‘What...’‘ She breathed shaking like she was vibrating. ‘‘Stop. No. What ever you need, what ever it takes, please. Please, not him. Stop’‘ She screamed into her phone which instantly caught Steve, Natasha and Wanda’s attention. He made to stand instantly, calling out her name when his hand settled upon her arm, fear and concern written all over his mouth, tilting his head to the side. He had no idea what was going on.

But he feared the worst. 

‘‘They’re killing him.’‘ Was all Ellie sobbed before the world went black.

IF YOU WANT A PART TWO, YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO!

[gingerale2017]

a letter to prince kai,

hi! you probably won’t ever meet me or know me but i know you. we’re the same age you know and i grew up with you. i watched you on the net when your mother died. you giving that speech about staying strong through the plague when you were only fourteen helped me get through my grief when my uncle died. all my friends were crushing on you and fan-girling and everything because you’re a good-looking prince. i watch you on the net screens and buy your merch because (this is going to seem like i’m crazy but bear with me) in a way you’re my best friend. we grew up together and i knew you in every possible way. my mother wants us to meet but i know your father will reject the offer. you know me but very little, only rumors that are spread around. they allow little contact with you guys up here. but i want to show you which are false and which are true. i want you to see me. i want you to actually be my friend. don’t get me wrong, i have friends and cousins here. but i feel like we have some sort of link. we would be good friends, i think. please consider and maybe write back? i know that you are busy and stuff but even a small letter or call or sign to let me know you at least read this letter. farewell, prince kai, i hope to see you someday in person.

sincerely,

princess selene