diversity win! the eldritch abomination currently taking the form of a black cat and manipulating you, your reality, and countless other assimilated victims uses they/I T pronouns!
You stood in the corner, the anticipation hummed as you checked your phone for what felt like the hundredth time. The streetlamp cast a soft glow around you as seven o’clock hit and just like he promised, Bucky was riding toward you.
It was like a scene from a movie, a small smile played on his lips as he caught sight of you. Your heart skipped a beat as the familiar rush of warmth flooded through you.
“Hey,” he greeted, his voice soft as he parked the motorcycle up by your side. “You ready?”
You nodded, a grim spreading across your face. He handed you his helmet and you took a glance around to ensure that no one was watching before strapping on the helmet and climbing onto the bike.
Together you set off into the night, the cool air blowing through your hair once again. As you wrapped your arms tighter around Bucky’s waist, you felt a sense of peace settle over you. Eventually, you arrived at Bucky’s house, there was a spill of light coming from the windows.
“Welcome to Fort Barnes,” he said as he led you inside, the scent of popcorn filling your scents as you slipped your shoes off. Bucky gestured for you to follow him into the living room and toward the makeshift blanket fort he had built in the center of the room. “I hope you like it.”
Your eyes began to well as you took in everything. “It’s perfect,” you said, your voice filling with awe as you settled into the pile of pillows and blankets.
Bucky’s eyes shone with excitement as he watched you take in the fort, he had built it with the care that was feigned to him.
“It’s been a while since I’ve built anything like this,” he admitted, as he gestured toward the fort. “But, I wanted tonight to be special.”
His words swelled your heart, and a rush of emotions washed over you. “It is special,” your voice responded, barely a whisper as you met his gaze. “ Being here with you, it means everything to me.”
He finally joined you amongst the fort, his smile somehow widening at your words, he reached out to brush a stray strand of hair from your face. “I’m glad,” he said softly, his thumb tracing a gentle path along your cheek. “I want tonight to just be the beginning,”
He reached for the bowl of popcorn, a playful glint in his eyes as he offered you a handful. Your fingers brushed against his as you reached out, sending a jolt of electricity through you. You couldn’t help but meet his gaze, a mix of excitement and longing filling the air between you.
For a moment, you were lost in his eyes, everything began to fade, the secrets, the fort, the popcorn, everything. And then, Bucky pulled back slightly, he broke the spell as he settled beside you.
There was a sense of contentment washing over you as you nestled together, wrapped in each other’s arms. You found yourselves sharing stories and secrets, opening up to each other in a way you hadn’t allowed each other to do so far. And with every word you exchanged with each other, the connection between you deepened.
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An undeniable tension grew between you as the night went on. With a playful glint in his eyes, he turned to you, “I don’t know about you,” his voice was low and husky. “But, I’ve been thinking about doing this all night.”
Anticipation coiled in the pit of your stomach as you searched his gaze waiting for his reply. Yet, without a word, he closed the distance between you and your lips met in a hungry, desperate kiss.
His hands found their way to your waist, pulling you closer as you melted into each other's embrace. You moaned softly against his lips, the sound drove him wild. Your hands roamed over his arms, tracing the contours of his muscles.
With a low growl, he shifted, pressing you against the pills and hovering over you. You gasped as his lips began to trail down your neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses along your skin.
His touch sent waves of heat rushing through your veins as you surrendered to the sensation of his lips. You arched your back, pressing yourself close to him. You craved more of his touch as he began to roam his hands over your body.
But as the intensity of the moment grew, you began to feel a sense of panic bubble up inside you. It tightened like a vice around your chest. Your breath caught in your throat as you gasped, trying to push the wave of anxiety down.
“Bucky,” you whispered, your voice beginning to tremble. “I… I think we should stop.”
He was lost in the heat of the moment, for a few heart-pounding moments, he didn’t stop.
Yet, your words did register with him as his movements slowed. Pulling back slightly, concern flickered over his gaze as he searched your face, his expression softened as he gave you space to collect yourself.
“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice filled with concern as he debated if he should pull further away or bring you into an embrace.
“Yeah,” you whispered, your breath shaky as you tried to steady yourself. “I’m okay, I just… I need a moment.”
He nodded, his concern deepened as he brushed away a tear that trickled down your cheek. “Take all the time you need,” he spoke softly.
You leaned into his touch, grateful for his understanding. You took a few deep breaths, a sense of calm taking over. After a few short moments, you reached out, intertwining your fingers with Bucky's.
“I’m sorry,” you whispered, fidgeting with his fingers in yours. “I didn’t mean to… I just got overwhelmed.”
Bucky shook his head, tracing his thumb over the back of your hand. “There’s nothing to apologize for,” he tried to reassure you, his voice now soft and soothing. “We do things in your time, I’m here for you.”
A weight was lifted off your shoulders, you offered him a grateful smile. At that moment, you felt like you had found someone who cared for you and who would respect your boundaries.
He wrapped you in his arms once again, and a sense of peace settled over you as you sat quietly together in the fort. “I just want you to feel comfortable and safe.”
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You can say it and I think we should all be able to as well. Lindsey has height advantage but lacks positional/defensive awareness. I’m sick of Andi and Rose having to cover for her. Huerta and Cook have been getting unnecessary hate because of that too.
