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Masterlist

The Avengers

James “Bucky” Barnes

Unexpected Return pt.1

Unexpected Return pt. 2

Attack on Titan

Levi Ackerman

Lavender Tea Storms

The Letter

My Hero Academia

Bakugo Katsuki

Dreamful Memories

Izuku Midoriya

Hard on Yourself

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"Hard on Yourself" - A Midoriya Izuku Romance

Training had been exhausting for Midoriya Izuku; draining every bit of energy he had. But it wasn't the sweat or bruises that had him so upset. It was his mistake - the one playing like a broken record in his mind, unable to shut off. It was late when he returned to the dorms, thoughts were spinning into that familiar, exhausting place where his every flaw felt like failure.

He slowly entered the common room, hoping to disappear before being noticed. But you were there - curled up on the couch with a blanket and half-finished hot chocolate. Upon hearing his entry, you look up.

"Izuku? You've got that 'carrying the whole world' look again."

He froze, embarrassed by how easily you saw through him. "I... messed up today," he mumbled. "I should be better by now. Everyone else is improving quickly, and I'm just... not enough."

Standing, you cross the room and stop just in front of him. Your voice is soft and unwavering. "You're doing that thing again - beating yourself up before letting anyone else have the chance to understand what happened."

Izuku's breath gets caught. It was unnatural for him to be called out with such kindness.

"You push yourself harder than anyone I know," you carry on. "But you never take a moment to see how far you've come. You act like you're supposed to be perfect."

He looks away, ashamed. "I just don't want to let you down."

You feel a tightness in your chest from the honesty lacing his voice. You reached out, softly grabbing his hand - warm, calloused, and slightly trembling.

"You won't," you speak. "But you will if you keep hurting yourself like this. You deserve patience, grace, and someone who reminds you of that."

His eyes finally meet yours, wide and vulnerable. "Someone like you?"

Your heart races. You smile - small, sincere, the kind that made his own heart race too. "Yes. Someone like me."

His shoulders relax for the first time since he arrived. You wrap your arms around them and hug him close, grounding him in a way he didn't know he needed.

"I'll try," he whispered, nuzzling his head in your shoulder.

"I know you will," you whisper back, "And I'll be right here. Even on the days you can't see your own progress."

For the first time that evening, Izuku felt something gentle unwind inside him - not confidence, not yet, but hope. And with your arms around him, he realized that maybe learning not to be so hard on himself was easier when someone believed in him this much.

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high for this 𐙚 b.b

pairing: new avenger!bucky barnes x reader (sex pollen trope)

warnings: nsfw, 18+, minors dni, sort of dub-con (bucky and you under the influence of the gas), loss of control, fingering, unprotected sex, rough sex, creampie, regret, angst

summary: during a mission, you and bucky are exposed to a gas meant to strip away restraint. he resists, and well, you try. but when the heat fades, it’s not the mission that haunts you both, it’s what happened behind that door. based on this request! | requests are open

word count: 3.8k

author's note: hi everyone! i've been wanting to write a fic with this trope and i got a request for it so yay! i hope you enjoy it, and if you did, please drop a comment or reblog, thank you my loves!

look at him, oh my god

The air in the underground lab hung heavy and stale, thick with the sharp metallic tang of rusted machinery and decades of neglect. Fluorescent lights flickered sporadically overhead, casting a sickly, pale glow across the cavernous chamber.

You and Bucky moved through the shadows with practiced precision, each step deliberate but silent, your boots barely whispering against the cracked concrete floor.

Around you, the vast expanse was filled with obsolete equipment, dented metal tables, shattered screens, and tangled wires like forgotten veins pulsing beneath the surface. The hum of distant generators mixed with the faint drip of water somewhere deep in the tunnels. 

“Keep it tight,” Bucky whispered in your ear through the comms, his voice low and steady, though you could feel the sharp edge of tension beneath his calm breath. The subtle hitch in his tone told you he was bracing for whatever was lurking just beyond the next corner.

The mission itself was deceptively simple: locate and retrieve experimental tech that had been developed in secret—a weapon rumored to be devastating in its scope.

But simplicity was a lie, twisted by every step you took deeper into the compound. You could feel it pressing down on you, the weight of what might go wrong.

Ahead, the vault door loomed like a sleeping beast, slick with grime and age, its steel surface cold and unforgiving. The locking mechanism was an intricate, ancient system, blinking red lights and mechanical clicks that echoed faintly in the vast silence.

You crouched down beside the control panel, fingers trembling ever so slightly as they danced across the cracked screen, searching for an override.

Your pulse thundered in your ears, each beat a hammer strike against your ribcage. You could feel Bucky’s eyes on your back, scanning every shadow, every inch of the room, the quiet intensity radiating from him like heat.

“I’ve got your six,” he murmured, voice barely audible.

“Door’s locked tight,” you muttered, frustration pricking beneath your calm facade. “Trying to bypass it… come on…”

The screen flickered, the system stubbornly resisting. Then, suddenly, the entire room shifted, an ominous metallic groan echoed off the walls, and a sudden blast of air slammed into your chest, knocking the breath from your lungs.

“Shit.” Bucky’s voice snapped, sharp and urgent.

Before you could react, a faint hiss whispered from the vents above. It was thin, almost imperceptible, like a silent breath but the moment you inhaled, a strange sensation exploded inside your chest. Your lungs clenched painfully, as if something inside had turned razor sharp.

The air was saturated with a scent that was disarming in its sweetness, floral and delicate, like jasmine petals crushed beneath a gentle hand. But beneath that softness lurked something far more dangerous and intoxicating.

Your heart lurched in your chest, thundering wildly.

“Gas,” you gasped, your hand flying to your mouth instinctively, your fingers trembling as you tried to keep your breath shallow.

Bucky’s hand was on your shoulder in an instant—firm and grounding. He yanked the collar of his tactical jacket up over his nose and mouth, pulling you close until your chest pressed against his. “Hold your breath,” he ordered, voice low and rough.

But it was already too late.

A sudden, searing heat flared beneath your skin, blooming like wildfire beneath the fabric of your suit.

Every nerve ending ignited, the heat crawling along your spine, pooling low in your belly with sharp, urgent hunger. Your body betrayed you, trembling uncontrollably with the unfamiliar ache that twisted deep and raw inside.

You swallowed hard, throat tight, fighting to keep your voice steady.

Bucky’s eyes locked onto yours, those pretty cerulean blues now dark, blown wide, fierce, flickering with a storm he was desperate to hold back. His jaw clenched tightly as he fought the invisible pull clawing at him, every muscle taut beneath his black tactical gear.

“We’re locked in,” he said finally, voice tight with frustration and warning. “This is a trap.”

You swallowed again, heat pooling heavier now, your thighs pressing tightly together as you tried to contain the growing ache spreading between your legs.

“We need to find a way out. Fast.” Bucky added. But the walls seemed to close in on you, the air thickening with something more than just the gas. Your hands slick with sweat, trembling slightly as they brushed the cold, unforgiving metal of the walls for balance.

Bucky paced like a predator caught in a cage, jaw clenched, muscles coiled and ready to strike. He fought the pull dragging at him, every glance between you charged with a raw, electric tension—too close, too volatile.

You could see it in the way his eyes darkened, in the way his breath hitched just slightly when you shifted too near. Neither of you wanted to admit what was coming.

Neither could deny it.

The silence in the sealed lab wasn’t still anymore.

It hummed.

Low and thrumming, like the room itself was breathing heavier. The air had thickened, heady, warm, wet. A weight pressed down on your chest as your body rebelled against you, desire twisting deep and low, hotter by the second.

Your skin tingles, flushed with fever. Every breath burned down your throat. Every shift of fabric made you ache.

Bucky stood a few feet away, frozen mid-movement.

His hand was still gripping your shoulder from when he’d tried to shield you. But he dropped it now, like touching you had scalded him. His metal fingers flexed once, twice, before curling into a fist.

“…You okay?” he asked roughly, though his voice already knew the answer.

You swallowed. “Not really.”

He nodded once. Barely.

You could see the war raging inside him, written in every tense line of his body. His jaw was locked tight, muscles twitching beneath his stubble, as his gaze darted, your face, the floor, the wall, anywhere but the place he was dying to look.

But then his eyes dragged back to your chest, lingering just a moment too long, and you saw it, the unraveling. The want. The fight that he was losing, second by second.

“Fuck,” he muttered, turning away.

He was pacing again, but slower this time. Almost as if he was trying to bleed something off. Shake it loose.

Sweat shimmered at the base of his neck, catching in the hollow of his throat before trailing downward, disappearing beneath the clinging fabric of his black tactical shirt. You watched the slow, measured rise and fall of his chest, controlled, but only just.

His fingers twitched, betraying him as he tugged at the collar like it was strangling him, like air itself had become too thick to breathe. There was a tremor in him, small but unmistakable, and it wasn’t from exertion.

It was restraint. Barely contained. Ready to snap.

“It’s not just pheromones,” Bucky said, his voice low, rough around the edges like it hurt to speak. “This shit’s tactical. Weaponised. Hydra created it back in the day to override judgment. Strip you down to the parts of you that can’t say no.”

He dragged a hand through his hair, breathing hard. “I’ve seen it before. They used it in field tests, watched how soldiers broke,” his eyes finally met yours, heavy with something close to shame. “It wasn’t about pleasure. It was about control.”

Your stomach flipped.

You leaned against the wall, heart pounding. “How long until we’re not?”

He paused. Didn’t answer.

His fists flexed again.

“Bucky?”

He didn’t turn.

“I don’t know.”

That was when you saw it, the change. Not just restraint. No, this was something else. He was coiled, like a wire stretched to its limit, every muscle taut beneath his skin. His shoulders curled inward, not in defeat, but like the very weight of his body was suffocating him. When he finally drew a breath, it shook on the way in and left his chest more like a growl than air.

“I can feel it crawling under my skin,” he muttered. “It’s not going away.”

He braced both hands on the metal table at the center of the room, head bowed between them. His back heaved with the effort of staying still. You could see the sweat pooling between his shoulder blades, the veins in his arms standing out.

“I can’t stop thinking about…” he cut himself off, slammed a fist into the table.

Metal dented under his knuckles.

His head snapped toward you, and this time he didn’t look away.

“I shouldn’t be thinking about you like this.”

You stepped forward slowly, drawn by gravity. “But you are.”

He let out a sharp breath, jaw ticking, lips parted like he couldn’t get enough air. “You have no idea what this is doing to me.”

“Then tell me.”

“I can’t.”

He turned again, pacing tighter now, like a predator testing the edges of its cage. And every time he passed, you felt it. The heat radiating off him in waves. The tension rippling beneath his skin.

His eyes dragged over you, your mouth, your chest, the curve of your hips, each pass lingering longer, darker, more dangerous than the last.

“It’s like… like my whole body’s screaming for it,” he hissed. “My skin’s burning, my fucking senses are haywire. I can hear your heartbeat from across the room, and I can smell you."

He was unraveling. And so were you.

Your thighs pressed together, instinctively chasing even the slightest relief from the ache building low in your belly. It wasn’t subtle. He saw it, caught the motion with sharp eyes and his jaw locked tight. A low, filthy curse slipped from his mouth, barely audible but ragged, like it had been dragged straight from his chest.

“We have to wait it out,” he said, but his voice was more plea than order. “We just have to, fuck, fuck, don’t look at me like that.”

You hadn’t moved.

But your lips were parted. Your eyes wide, dark, matching his hunger.

His gaze dropped to your mouth, lingered, then dipped lower, much lower. His jaw worked once, twice, before he turned and slammed both hands into the wall.

“We’re not doing this,” he snapped. “Not like this. You don’t want me. It’s the gas talking.”

“I’ve always wanted you.”

That stopped him.

He turned, slow, like he wasn’t sure if he’d imagined the words. His chest heaved, a muscle twitching at his temple, sweat trickling along his jawline. He looked wrecked already—and you hadn’t even touched him.

“You don’t mean that,” he said, voice raw.

“I do.”

He swallowed hard, tongue running along the inside of his cheek like he was trying to keep himself from lunging. “You say that now, but if I lose control-”

“Then lose it.”

That broke something in him.

He looked away, hands curling at his sides like he was trying to anchor himself to something real. But there was nothing real left in this room—only heat, the smell of your arousal, and the sound of your name caught between his teeth like prayer and curse.

“We’re not gonna make it,” he said softly. “Not without…”

His voice trailed off.

But the implication hung thick in the air, like smoke after a fire, suffocating and inescapable. His eyes found yours again, and this time, he didn’t look away.

They were no longer the cold steel-blue you’d grown used to. They burned. Not with restraint. Not with discipline. But hunger. Raw, untempered need. And something darker beneath it, something primal and barely held together by the thinnest thread.

This wasn’t the Bucky who stayed silent in briefings, who watched you with veiled eyes and clenched fists. This wasn’t the careful man who always pulled away before his hands could linger too long.

This version of him was stripped bare, instincts flaring in a space where consequences didn’t seem to exist.

And yet, he hesitated. Chest heaving, jaw tight, voice a rasp: “Fuck… I can’t—”

“You can,” you whispered, throat dry, mind drowning beneath the ache between your legs. “Please Bucky… I need you.”

That was all it took.

His restraint shattered like glass under a hammer.

Bucky surged forward and crashed into you like a wave, hands grabbing, mouth consuming. Your back slammed against the wall, but you didn’t feel the impact over the way his lips crushed yours.

There was no finesse, no caution, just teeth, breath, heat. He kissed like a man starved, dragging your bottom lip between his teeth before pulling away to bite down your jaw, your throat, the pulse hammering beneath your skin.

His metal hand twisted in your hair, forcing your head back so he could taste you deeper, tongue leaving the sweat from your collarbone as a groan vibrated against your flesh.

“Been tryin’ to hold back,” he growled into your neck, his voice fraying at the edges, broken and desperate. “But you, fuck, you’ve been killing me.”

You could barely think. Your hands clawed at his shoulders, pulling at his gear, desperate to feel more. You arched into him, gasping when your thigh brushed the heavy bulge straining against his pants.

“I need you to fuck me,” you breathed, shaking. “Please. I need to feel you-”

“You will,” he bit out.

His hands were merciless, stripping your gear away with a speed that spoke of long-suppressed fantasies. The moment he pulled your suit down and dragged your soaked underwear to the side, the cold air hit your swollen, dripping core, but nothing could compare to the blistering heat of his fingers pushing between your thighs.

“Jesus,” he hissed as he slid two fingers through your slick folds, coating them in your arousal before thrusting them inside in one hard motion. “You’re fuckin’ soaked.”

Your knees buckled, body lurching into his chest with a whimper as he fucked you on his fingers, deep and fast, curling just right to make your eyes roll back. His thumb rubbed circles over your clit, slow and deliberate, like he wanted you trembling before he even gave you his cock.

“You that wet for me?” His voice was low, thick with lust. “Or is that gas still makin’ you a mess?”

You moaned, barely able to breathe. “It’s you. It’s always been you.”

That made him groan, from deep in his chest, his mouth crashing against yours again, swallowing your whimpers as he fucked you harder with his fingers, the metal hand at your hip bruising with how tight he held you in place.

“You’re so goddamn tight,” he snarled, voice muffled against your lips. “This pussy’s beggin’ for me.”

He yanked his pants down just enough to free his cock, thick and flushed and leaking at the tip. You barely had time to register it before he grabbed your thigh, hiked it around his waist, and lined himself up.

“You want it?” he demanded.

You nodded frantically, breath ragged, nails sinking into the kevlar on his shoulders. “Yes, god, fuck me like you need it.”

“I do need it,” he growled, and then he buried himself inside you in one brutal thrust.

You cried out, the stretch stealing the air from your lungs. He was so big, the angle so deep, your body clamped around him like it didn’t want to let him go. The pain and pleasure blurred, and all you could do was hold on.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” he groaned, pressing his forehead to yours. “You feel like heaven, feel like you were made for me.”

He started to move, fucking into you with unrelenting force, fast, rough, each thrust shoving you against the wall with a dull thud. It was messy, desperate, your slick coating his cock, dripping down your thighs.

You couldn’t stop the moans pouring from your lips, each one higher-pitched than the last as his hips snapped harder, deeper, relentless.

“You like this?” he hissed into your ear. “Like being used?”

“Yes,” you gasped. “Fuck, yes, I love it.”

He growled again, one hand wrapping around your throat, not tight, just firm, his other bracing against the wall. His thrusts grew erratic, hips slamming into yours with bruising force as he drove you higher, closer, the pressure building fast and sharp at the base of your spine.

“Gonna come inside you,” he groaned against your neck, voice wrecked and shaking with restraint. “Gonna fill you up so deep you’ll still be leaking days from now.”

You whimpered, barely hanging on, the pressure inside you coiled so tight it hurt. “Please,” you gasped, eyes brimming, breath catching. “I want it, want all of it.”

His pace faltered just enough to press in deeper, harder, his body trembling with the force of it. “You don’t get to beg for this and not fucking mean it,” he snarled, every word rough and fraying at the edges. “Say it. Tell me what you need.”

Your head fell back, voice hoarse and breaking. “Want you to cum in me,” you choked out, every word laced with desperation. “Want you to fuck it into me, wanna feel like you own me.”

Bucky groaned at your words. He thrust once, twice, then held himself buried to the hilt, his cock pulsing deep inside you as he spilled into your cunt with a growl so guttural it vibrated through your chest. Hot spurts of cum filled you, leaking down your thighs as he trembled, arms wrapped around you like he never wanted to let go.

You were a mess, panting, shaking, skin flushed and damp with sweat. His body was still pressed to yours, breath ragged against your neck, his cock twitching inside you even as he softened. His lips dragged along your jaw, your temple, soft now, almost apologetic.

“You okay?” he whispered, softer, voice thick.

You nodded, barely able to speak. “Yeah. Are you?”

He didn’t answer.

Just stayed there, holding you, forehead pressed to yours, while the silence thickened again, and the weight of what had just happened started to settle over both of you.

The silence that followed wasn’t peaceful. It was thick and deafening, a heavy weight that pressed in from all sides. You were still against the wall, your body cooling far too fast, thighs sticky with his release and your chest rising and falling beneath your half-unzipped tactical suit. 

Bucky’s body hadn’t fully left yours, his forehead was still resting against yours, breath hot and shallow, jaw clenching like he was physically holding something back.

But his hands had already dropped from your waist. Like he’d realised what he’d done. What you both had done. What it meant.

He wouldn’t look at you.

You swallowed the rasp in your throat and whispered his name, barely a breath. “Bucky. Are you okay?”

He flinched like the sound of your voice cut through whatever fragile control he was clinging to. And then, without answering, he stepped away from you. Just a few paces, but it was enough. Enough for the heat to dissipate, for the air between you to feel cold and wrong. 

He dragged a hand through his damp hair and adjusted his pants with sharp, efficient movements, his jaw tight. His eyes were dark with conflict, shame. Something he didn’t want to name, but couldn’t quite suppress. It was in his posture, in the stiffness of his spine.

“We shouldn't have done that,” he said at last, the words raw and thick. “Not like that.”

The words hit you hard, cut deeper than they should have. You reached for something solid, something to hold on to. “You didn’t hurt me,” you said quickly, too quickly, as if easing his guilt might cut through the tension between the both of you.

But Bucky only shook his head, the bitterness in his voice almost enough to drown you both. “That’s not what I’m worried about.” He paused, eyes flicking to the floor like he couldn’t bear to see your face. “You were dosed. So was I. None of that was real.”

You could feel your breath catch in your chest, tight and painful. “You think I didn’t want it?” The question hung in the air like smoke, curling between you, dangerous and impossible to take back.

He didn’t answer. Not with words. Just clenched his jaw and turned away further, the tension in his shoulders wound so tight you thought he might snap. His silence said enough.

And then the comms crackled to life, cutting through the atmosphere like a blade. Ava’s voice came through the static—concerned, clipped. “Bucky, (y/n) report. Are you two clear?”

You froze. Your eyes met his for half a second, and he moved faster than you could react, snatching the comm piece and answering before you could even open your mouth.

“Yeah,” he said, voice stiff, cold. “Copy that. We’re fine. Situation’s contained. We were exposed to something, but it’s neutralised now.”

A beat of silence followed.

“You sound… off,” Ava replied.

“Just prep extraction,” Bucky said, sharper now. Then he cut the line before she or anyone could ask anything else.

Silence returned. But this time it wasn’t laced with tension or heat. It was suffocating. You pulled your suit back into place with shaking hands, not from aftershocks of pleasure, but from the sudden emptiness. 

From the way he wouldn’t look at you, wouldn’t speak. You felt like you were standing on the edge of something that had already crumbled beneath your feet.

“Don’t shut me out,” you said quietly, though it already felt like he had.

“I’m not.” But the words were flat, hollow, too calm to be true. He still wouldn’t look at you. “I just need air.”

“You mean you need to not look at me right now,” you murmured, the words escaping before you could temper them. They came out too sharp, too raw, but they were true. And they stung like hell.

His body stiffened. “I just don’t wanna say something I’ll regret.”

That of all things hit the hardest, not because it was cruel, but because it was honest. You wrapped your arms around yourself as the chill of the room settled into your skin, as the weight of what he wasn’t saying started to suffocate you.

“That makes one of us,” you whispered, voice barely audible.

He turned away, moving toward the sealed vault door like it offered an escape he didn’t deserve. Like if he just got it open, everything could go back to the way it was before. 

But nothing had changed that vault more than what happened inside. You saw the tremble in his hands as he reached for the control panel, the way his breath caught in his throat. It wasn’t over. Not even close.

The door would open. The team would come. They would ask questions. They would assume you were fine. But the real damage wasn’t the mission. It wasn’t the gas.

It was here, in this room, with sweat and skin and bitten-back moans, with words neither of you could say now without setting off the final detonation.

Because the real explosion, the one that mattered had already happened.

And there was no undoing it.

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Silent Currents

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Dreamful Memories

A story in which childhood friends find out they are soulmates.

Soulmates are two individuals who are predestined to spend the rest of their lives together. At least that is what we are taught as we grow closer to the age of sixteen. It was greatly stressed that both individuals have to be sixteen in order for the ‘dreamful memories’ to start. Two days ago I turned the lucky sixteen. Unfortunately, my predestined person has not.  Therefore, I am left with the built up anticipation that has been distilled in my mind since the age of ten.

“Happy birthday Kacchan!” Midoriya Izuku’s voice excitedly bounced off the classroom’s walls.

Bakugo grumbled his appreciation leaving Midoriya smiling brightly. It’s not everyday that the hot tempered blonde shows any form of gratitude. Growing up with him, Midoriya and I quickly caught onto this character trait. So it was only natural that the interaction between the two left a smile of my own plastered on my face. 

“How’s it feel to finally be sixteen Kats?” I cooed in his ear.

“Not any different.” He spat back.

Chuckling, I sat back in my chair satisfied with his answer and reaction. The hairs on the back of his neck had stood up and the tips of his ears flushed bright red. Unlike Midoriya, I never let my admiration for Bakugo and his quirk render me standing my ground against the blonde. Over time my admiration turned into something more. I don’t recall when or how but soon after the realization every wish upon a star was dedicated to him.

“What if Bakugo is Y/N’s soulmate!?” Mina exclaimed as if she had read my thoughts. 

“That’d be so awesome! Childhood friends turned soulmates!” Denki chimed in.

Before Bakugo or myself could respond, Mr. Aizawa entered the classroom. The start bell chimed soon after. Instead of focusing on the review for our upcoming exams my attention was used on calming the rapid pounding in my chest. The previous comments circled my mind and made it difficult to calm my heart.

“One could only wish.” I mumbled with small hopes that my words were heard.

~Time Skip~

She wore a sweet knee length dress. One that was made in her favorite color. Her hair was loose from its normal pulled back style. She was sitting in her usual place in the park. Under the tallest cherry blossom tree. My feelings for her only grew stronger day by day. But I couldn’t tell her that. We have three more years until we both turn sixteen. Which means we find out who our predestined life partner is. 

“Stop standing over there like a creep and come join me.”

Without any hesitation I strided over and sat next to her. The book in her hands being one of her favorites. Her delicate hands traced under the words she read. Once she was done with the page she placed her marker and closed the book.

“Something’s wrong. What is it?”

“I dislike how well you can read me.”

She giggled softly. Her laugh is a sound I can listen to on repeat. The way her eyes squint when she’s really happy. 

“Will you be my soulmate?” I blurted

The light in her eyes shined brighter. The pounding in my chest quickened in pace and the temperature of my face rose. That was such a stupid thing to ask.

“You know it doesn’t work that way. No matter how much either of us would like for that to be the case.”

She’s right. No matter how much either of us want to be each other's soulmates it can’t happen. Our soulmates are predestined way before we’re even born. Only the deities in charge are responsible. 

“One could only wish though, right?”

She pushed herself up from the ground and dusted her dress off. She looked back down towards me and extended her hand. I hesitated before taking her hand and using her help to pull from the ground. Her hand was soft. They always were. 

“One could only wish.” I repeated softly.

Nearly falling from my bed I jumped out very clumsily once waking up. The dream. The memory. It was one that I led Bakugo to believe I had forgotten about. So many different emotions flowed throughout my entire body. To say I was happy was an understatement. Bakugo Katsuki is my soulmate. I swung my door open to leave only to find myself tumbling backwards. I looked to see who it was I had run into. Staring back at me were the all too familiar crimson eyes I grew up staring at.

“K-Kats, what’re you doing here?”

“Probably for the same reason that you’re rushing out.”

The Dreamful Memories. He turned sixteen yesterday which meant that both of us saw a memory in our sleep. I wonder what memory played for him. I don’t have too many intriguing ones. 

“It was the day you got your quirk.”

He looked away shyly. I remember the day very vividly. It just so happened to be the day that the two of us met. I took notice of his pajamas and disheveled hair. He rushed across the dorm the moment he woke up. 

“For me it was our conversation under the cherry blossom tree.”

His attention shot back towards me quickly. The surprise was well written across his face. Relief washes over me once my mentality grasped the fact that he was not upset.

“You remember?”

“Mhm. It’s a conversation that’s filled me with so much hope and sorrow at the same time. I realized my feelings for you that day and began to wish on every star that night. Every wish I made was in hopes of having you as my soulmate.”

“What now? Now that we know? What happens next?”

The smile across my face only grew in size. I’m unsure what it is that soulmates are supposed to do after their discoveries. But I do know what I want to do at this moment.

“This.”

Without a second thought I grabbed ahold of his shirt collar and pulled him closer. I then pressed my lips against his gently. His lips were soft and tasted of spice. Pulling out of his daze, Bakugo started to kiss me back. I couldn’t help but smile into the kiss. 

“I wouldn’t want to be anyone else’s soulmate.” We both mumbled. 

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The Letter

Dear Levi,

           If you’re reading this, that means my time finally arrived. I want to start off by saying thank you. Thank you for allowing me to talk your head off. You were a very genuine friend. I am grateful to have been given the opportunity to have you a part of my life. Even though our friendship was short-lived. I cherished every moment. Can I tell you something? This has got to be the thing I regret the most. Keeping my family in the dark of my diagnosis was the hardest decision in this whole ‘sick’ journey; Your company made it not so lonely. Speaking of family; y/n. Remember them? My sibling? I know, since my passing, you have been watching over them. Without my asking, too. Thank you. The only way I know this is because you’re reading this letter right now. I told y/n to give it to you when your paths crossed. I just hope it wasn’t too long after my departure that it happened. Anyway, can I ask you a favor? Please keep watching over them? They may look completely put together now, but I know they’re suffering inside. Y/n has always been the silent sufferer type. Just one thing the two of you have in common. Hint. Hint. You’re the only one that I can really trust to look over them. Now on a different note. You weren’t much of a talker when it came to your personal life, so I did some digging. Please don’t be mad. I’ve one other thing to ask of you, and that is to live your life without holding onto all the pain you’re hiding. What you have had to endure was something that no individual should have to go through. Open that tea shop you’re always fantasizing about. That is, if you haven’t already. You deserve to be happy, Levi. I’m watching you from up here. You best believe that every rainstorm that comes around will be my doing. Until next time, Levi.

                                                                                              ~Signed Erwin.

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Lavender Tea Storms

I rushed into the nearest, open, door as the rain started coming down quicker.

“Sorry but we’re closed.”

A monotone voice rang through my ears. I looked around the place, which I took notice of being a tea cafe, and found the owner of the voice. It was a short statured man, whose back was turned to me, and he looked to be cleaning. I noticed that there were not any other people inside the place aside from him and I.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t realize. I’m only trying to find some shelter until the rain dies down and you happen to be the nearest, unlocked door.”

The man turned towards me after my reply and I was able to recognize him immediately. He has been a regular at my book shop for awhile now. I think, to be exact, a year now. He showed up one day and has been coming every weekend. He would come in pick a book and leave once he finished reading it. I was always curious about him; Just never brought myself to introduce myself to him. I found joy out of just admiring him from afar. From the look in his eyes I could tell that he recognizes who I am. 

“Well in that case, is there anything I can make for you? On the house.”

“Oh no I’m okay. I’d hate to make you dirty up what you just cleaned.”

“I insist.”

His stare was almost too intimidating. Taking a short breath I gave into his persistence and spoke.

“Early Grey with lavender please.”

His cold stare lightened up and a soft smile, almost missable, was placed on his face. 

“You’ve good taste.”

“It has been my favorite for as long as I can remember. It’s such a relaxing brew. Can never go wrong with it I say.”

I moved from in front of the door, over to a table closer to the counter. The cafe fell silent after my statement. I pulled my, nearly, soaked jacket off and carefully placed it over the back of the chair next to me. Hopefully it can dry some before I have to leave.

“Do you own or just work at the book shop?”

“I own it.”

“For how long?”

“Since the previous owner died. It was actually given to me by him.”

“So you knew him?”

“He was my brother. Did you?”

Silence. I watched as his body tensed and untensed as if he was having a mental battle. He knew Erwin and by the looks of it they were close. Then it hit me.

“You’re Levi aren’t you?”

He continued to stay silent. 

“You don’t have to reply.”

I reached inside my bag for the letter Erwin left for Levi. It was stated in his final will for, strictly, me to give it to him. As I was about to push myself from my chair a nice steaming cup of tea was placed in front of me. It smells absolutely beautiful. Before he walked away I held the letter out to him. 

“Erwin left this for you. He stressed it in his will that I was to give this to you the moment our paths crossed on their own.”

He stared at the envelope for a moment before taking it and retreating back behind the counter. I watched as he turned his back from me. An action I recognized quickly. He wanted to hide his emotions. As he read the letter I turned my focus back on the tea. While we were talking I noticed how delicately he prepared the cup of tea. I could see how passionate he was about making tea. I picked the small cup up and gently blew on the hot beverage before taking a sip.

“I don’t think I've ever made this same tea this good.”

I glanced over towards the silent male. His breathing was slightly labored. He was either holding back his tears or silently crying hoping I wouldn’t hear. I turned to the window and noticed that the rain cleared up. Using that as an excuse I rose from my seat and gathered my things. I walked over and placed the now empty tea cup and saucer on the counter behind Levi.

“The rain has cleared. I appreciate your great hospitality. It was a pleasure to meet you Levi. I heard nothing but great things about you from my brother. I hope to continue seeing you at the shop. You’ll be seeing me here more often; You make the perfect lavender earl grey tea I’ve ever had.”

With that said I made my exit and started my walk home. ‘Oh you knew what you were doing the moment you started telling me about Levi didn’t you Erwin?’

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Unexpected Return pt. 2

I gazed up at the ceiling above me as I replayed the events from last week through my mind. A soft knock on my door pulled me from my thoughts. I turned to the now opened door to see Steve standing in the doorframe. 

“How are you feeling?”

“Mentally or Physically?”

“Both?”

“I’ll start with physically. The amount of pain I am in is indescribable. It feels like I’m continuously being stabbed again.”

“And mentally?”

I turned my gaze back to the ceiling with a sigh. Mentally, I was a mess. A broken mess. 

“Mentally… I’m not okay. I keep replaying what happened last week. It’s a broken record in my mind. Losing him destroyed me and now? I’ve no idea what to do. They’ve brainwashed him, Steve. 

“I know, but we cannot give up on finding him.”

“How do you suppose we do that? Stark has practically forbidden any of us from searching him out!”

“Tony has his reasons. All we need to do is trust his process. Besides, you’re in no condition to be out and about anyways.”

“Not even for some coffee and fresh air?”

“Now that’s over exaggerating. Get dressed and meet me out front.”

Before I could say anything else, he was gone. I wasn’t intending to go now. Seems like I’ve no choice now. 

~Time Skip~

The cafe that Steve brought me to was nice. The atmosphere was exactly what I needed at the moment. However, there was this unsettling feeling sitting in the pit of my chest. Something wasn’t right. 

“Something doesn’t feel right, Steve.”

“I sense it too.”

With his response, I activated my power and did a quick mental sweep of the area. I let out a gasp upon my results. 

“Steve. It’s not safe here.”

“What did you find out?”

“I think it’s Bucky. I’m not entirely too sure, but it’s the same mindset from last week’s fight.”

“And you’re positive?”

“I can’t say for sure. There’s something off about it. It’s not entirely the same mindset.”

“Almost like something, or rather someone, altered it?”

“Do you think?”

“Your powers are very strong.”

The idea of my powers actually affecting Bucky caused my heart to race. Using my power again, I locked onto the targeted mind. Maybe I can get him to communicate with me. 

‘James? Is this you?’

No response. Just silence. 

‘Who are you and how do you know my name?’

Yes! A response. It’s him. With my heart racing I looked around in an attempt to physically locate him.

‘You’re not going to find me. Now answer my question. Who. Are. You?’

‘y/n l/n.’

‘Impossible. She died a long time ago.’

So that’s the story they told him. How am I going to explain to him why I am still alive? 

‘Sorry to break the news to you, but whoever told you that story lied. I am y/n l/n and I am very much alive.’

His aura changed. The emotion he was feeling was the same glimpse I got from him last week before passing out. He was more than confused. 

‘Your mindset is right though. I shouldn’t be alive. I should’ve died of old age and natural causes just a few years back. Unfortunately, the cards were not on my side for the life that I wanted. I was abducted by hydra, who used me for their experimental gains. They altered my DNA causing my, from what I’ve assumed, eternal life. The powers I have come from them. I suffered years of torture before being deemed an unfit, or in other terms failed trail. Fortunately enough, my life was spare and I was dumped in the middle of no where.’

‘How do you expect me to believe that?’

‘Fair enough. Okay then. Explain to me how you’re still alive.’

Nothing but silence. I attempted to search for him again. This time I was able to spot him.

‘You want to know the only difference between the two of us? You had the luxury of having your mind wiped of all of our memories. Myself. Well I had to suffer a hundred years without you. I remember everything about you almost as if I met you yesterday.’

I watched his movements as he looked up. Steel eyes meeting my e/c ones. 

‘I’d give anything to have you by my side again.’

‘We could never go back to the way we were.’

‘No we can’t. But that’s why the future is called the future. I’ll give you the time to ponder. But it won’t be long before Tony Stark and law enforcement finds you.’

‘And when they do? What happens then?’

‘Well lets hope they all bring the right mindset to the battlefield. Because one thing that never changed about me. Is how much I’m willing to sacrifice for you.’

‘Why though?’

‘Because I fell in love with a man named Bucky Barnes. And I never stopped loving him.’

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Unexpected Return pt. 1

~Flashback~

1937. The year that had everyone lined up outside of every bookstore possible. All for the one book that caused a craze before its release; The Hobbit. I, however, found myself pushing through the mass of people. Amongst the unpleasurable crowd, I managed to push my way into a clearing. As did another person, a very attractive one at that. I smiled before speaking out to him.

"You would think that Howard Stark was in town with all this ruckus."

The male let out a soft chuckle before responding.

"You are right about that one."

"I'm y/n by the way."

I stuck my hand out for him to shake. He smiled and grabbed my hand. He didn't shake it; Instead, he turned my palm down and kissed the skin above my knuckles. His action caused my cheeks to heat up.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, y/n. I'm James, though you can call me Bucky."

"The pleasure's all mine, Bucky."

I smiled up at him and gazed into his steel-blue eyes.

~End Flashback~

Years later, I find my gaze locked on those familiar blue eyes. Except this time it wasn't much of a pleasant meeting. I had no time to react to his attack before I felt a pain shoot through my abdomen.

"Y/N!"

Steve's voice yelled out as I fell to the ground. I looked back up at the male in front of me. His hand held high above him as he grasped his blade. Before he could bring his arm down, I grabbed his ankle and, with the strength I had left, used my powers to pull a memory from his brainwashed mind. 

~Memory~

"I still can't believe you joined without consulting with me first."

I faked a pout as I stood in front of the tracks, with Bucky by my side. I had my arms crossed over my chest as I looked over at him. 

"All that I am doing is for you."

He grabbed my arms and pulled me closer to him.

"How is joining the Army for me? To me, it seems like you want to get away from me."

"That's where you're wrong. You deserve to live in a safe and better world than the one we have now. I'd like to have the satisfaction that I helped give you that world."

"Ugh. There you go, melting my heart again."

I grabbed his cheeks and pulled him closer to me. I pressed my forehead against his and gave a small smile.

"Just don't die on me, Barnes."

"How can I when I haven't even married you yet?"

"That requires you to ask for my hand."

"Well..."

My eyes widened as he stepped back and knelt down on his knee. I watched as he pulled a velvet box from his coat pocket.

"I'm no good with words, but I want you to know that you are all I think about; Day and night. I want to spend all my days with you. So will you y/f/n y/l/n marry me?"

"Of course I will!"

With my answer, I fell into his arms as happy tears rolled down my cheeks.

~End Memory~

I let out a cough, as I had no more strength. The taste of iron filled my mouth as the crimson colored liquid fell from my mouth. I gazed up at the male, still hovering over me. The blade was no longer in his hand; Instead, it lay on the ground next to me. A fleeting look of panic crossed his gaze before he turned and ran away from the scene. 

"y/n!"

Steve and the others were now surrounding me. All I could do was watch the receding figure disappear.

"B-buck-ky."

I spit out before everything around me turned black.