WARNING: violence and abuse
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“Well, you’re being awfully quiet today…”
Steve snapped out of his thoughts. “Huh?”
His mother smiled, already knowing her son wasn’t listening to a word she was saying.
“What’s going on in that head of yours, Stevie?”
“Nothing. Sorry, ma. I’m just tired.” He sighed.
But Sarah Rogers didn’t believe him one bit. “You sure it doesn’t have to do with that gal you took out the other week?”
Steve’s face scrunched in confusion, truly not realizing who she was talking about. Then it clicked. “Oh, Stacey? No. I wasn’t thinking – No, mom. She’s not the one for me.”
Sarah chuckled. “You say that about all them, you know.”
Steve’s bright blue eyes went distant. “Not all of them.”
I always come back to this story when im anxious about major life shit
(Or you’ll be super confused.)
Y/N got lost in the painting before her. There was a tall flute of champagne in her grasp, but she had been getting so engrossed in the artwork that she kept forgetting she even had it.
It was Thursday night after work. Almost all of the galleries in New York would have open receptions that included free wine and hors d’oeurves. Y/N had a bad day at work, and decided to treat herself and try to calm down with art and alcohol.
Her eyes glanced around the gallery as she moved on to another painting. This gallery was definitely swankier than the others in the area. Y/N even had to stop her jaw from dropping when she overheard a potential buyer ask for a price and the curator gave a number in the thousands, as if it was no big deal. Well, Y/N guessed it wasn’t a big deal to the rich.
“Hi,” a voice said from behind Y/N.
She slightly jumped – not enough for anyone to notice – and turned around.
Hb combining 1 w 37 in which steve (or bucky) is trying to mention that theyre a mobster but get interrupted by the rival gang and they have to run & end up in an alley 👀👀
1. here’s people chasing us and I pulled you into the alley with me and wow you’re close
37. We’re dating and I didn’t know you were a mobster/biker
Y/N found Steve so peculiar.
This was their fifth date and Steve hadn’t so much as kissed Y/N on the cheek. He’d given her a hug after their second date, but it had been Y/N who even initiated it. Steve had placed his hand protectively on her back on their first date when a homeless man was yelling crazily on the sidewalk and started eyeing Y/N.
However, Y/N wasn’t mad about it. She was just so taken aback from it. Steve acted like men from a time when gentlemen were expected, not a rarity.
She actually preferred this slow burn. It took her awhile to trust people, men especially. Without trust, she wasn’t comfortable with intimacy, particularly physical intimacy.
Y/N just wasn’t sure if she were misreading Steve’s politeness for disinterest. Or maybe he was in the closet still, and refused to realize that maybe women weren’t for him.
But if Steve wasn’t actually interested in her, why had he insisted on taking her to dinner tonight and having their fifth date?
“I was grounded for a month after that. Mom didn’t take too kindly to me beating someone up, even if he was an asshole who was making fun of my best friend for being gay.” She told him with a nostalgic smile.
Steve looked at her over the candlelit dinner with a amused smirk and pride in his eyes.
“Remind me never to get on your bad side,” he chuckled before taking another sip of his whiskey.
“You? I would never touch a hair on your head.”
His brows raised in surprise. “Yeah? And why is that?”
“You wouldn’t hurt a fly, Steve. I can’t even imagine you losing your temper, let alone getting into a physical fight.”
His amusement dropped for a second. But he kept his cool composure.
“Well, certainly not with you,” was all he answered back. That way he didn’t feel like he was lying. No, he’d never harm her. He struggled with even imagining a scenario where he’d lose his temper with Y/N.
The dinner as a whole was almost comically pleasant and…comfortable. Y/N had never felt that unsureness or awkwardness on any of her dates with Steve that were so common in her dating life.
Steve felt like a friend first, which took all the pressure off for Y/N and made her feel like she could just be herself.
After splitting two different desserts and espresso, the waitress brought the check directly to Steve. He thanked her by using her name, which made Y/N wonder how often he came to this particular restaurant.
Steve never let her pay for literally anything: dinner, drinks, coffee. If he thought it was too late for her to take the subway home alone, he would pay for a taxi or another ride service.
Y/N tried not to let her feminist mind get upset about it. But the way Steve went about it was so smooth and unbothered that she didn’t feel like there was something expected of her in return.
“Thanks for meeting me for dinner,” he told her sweetly as helped with her jacket and lead them to the restaurant’s exit.
“Yeah, my presence is always sought after… you’re lucky I could fit you into my demanding schedule,” she answered back so sarcastically that made him chuckle in return.
When they stepped outside, the most beautiful flurry had started. It didn’t stick to the ground and it didn’t make the air any colder. It just fell like a prop in a movie.
Y/N looked up at the sky and then smiled at Steve.
“You up for a little walk?” She asked, not ready to leave his side quite yet.
There was still so much mystery around him. She needed to solve it before she conjured up any false ideas about him.
He smiled back. “A walk sounds great.”
With Steve’s old-school manners, Y/N half expected him to offer his arm to her. But they simply walked side by side, their hands in the pockets of their coats to keep them warm.
“Are you keeping something from me?” Y/N finally blurted out after they had walked in comfortable silence for some time.
His brow furrowed. “What?”
She stopped walking and turned to face him. “You’re too perfect, Steve. You’re polite. You manage to make me feel like a lady, and just an actual respected human being. You ask me genuine questions. You pay for everything like it’s the 1930s. You haven’t tried to prematurely cop a feel – which I oddly appreciate, by the way.”
She took in a deep breath after she listed everything so quickly. “What’s your flaw, huh?”
Steve just shifted his weight.
“Are you married?”
His eyes widened. “What? No! Of course not.”
“Then do you have a girlfriend?” Y/N countered.
“No, Y/N. I’m not even seeing anyone else. Just you.”
“Are you gay?” Y/N regretted it the moment the words came out of her mouth.
Steve actually laughed at that. “I can assure you that I’m not.”
Y/N was about to continue her interrogation when Steve’s gaze went past her shoulder, clearly catching something behind her.
He muttered a curse under his breath. It was the first time she had ever heard him swear.
Without giving any warning or explanation, Steve quickly grabbed a hold a of her hand and pulled her into the nearest alleyway. Y/N yelped at the surprise of it all.
She was just about to ask what the hell was going on when she realized how close Steve was to her.
Her back was pressed against the cold brick of the building.
Meanwhile, Steve’s face was mere inches from hers.
He had yet to invade her personal space in such a way. And to Y/N’s surprise, her heart was racing from the thrill of it all instead of the anxiety it usually induced when other men did such a thing.
Steve’s eyes flickered to her lips and then dug into her gaze.
How did such a look make Y/N feel more vulnerable than any time she’d ever been naked with a man?
“Sorry–It’s just–I saw someone I knew,” he explained lamely.
Y/N nodded. “Oh, yeah? Ex-girlfriend?”
He didn’t laugh at the joke, just shook his head. “No, no.” Then he winced. “Look, I can’t – I really don’t want to lie to you.”
“Then don’t,” she retorted a bit harshly.
“I haven’t lied to you about who I am. I just conveniently left out a bit about my work.”
Y/N chuckled. “What? Are you gonna now tell me you’re some kind of New York gangster or something?”
Steve didn’t laugh once again. He swallowed. His eyes held all the answers Y/N needed.
“Holy shit,” she gasped. “You are.”
He said nothing.
It made sense, which was why Y/N knew he wasn’t pulling so weird prank on her. The money he seemed to have a plethora of. The suaveness and confident air around him. His perfectly tailored clothes.
This was the thing that made Y/N question his genuineness.
Y/N glanced back out at the sidewalk. “So, who exactly are we hiding from then? A rival gang or some shit?”
“It’s not that simple,” Steve sighed. “My…occupation… makes me more enemies than friends.”
“Did we just avoid a shootout or stabbing?” Y/N almost laughed at how ridiculous the question sounded.
“No, of course not. We’re not sloppy.” Steve pinched the bridge of his nose. “I didn’t-I can’t have them see you. As soon as they get a look at you – or the way I look at you, for that matter – they’ll…” His words died out.
His eyes softened as he stared at her. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. I didn’t really know how, to be honest. Most of the women I’ve been with had an idea of who I was before agreeing to a date.”
Y/N put her hand to Steve’s chest and forced him back a few steps.
The new space between them felt like a galaxy.
“If this isn’t some fucked up joke–”
“It’s no joke, Y/N.” Steve interrupted her.
She took a step away from him, walking backwards slowly but keeping his stare. “So, if I walk away right now…does that end with me at the bottom of the East River?” Her voice was shaking.
Steve’s face turned crestfallen as he realized that Y/N was now scared of him, even convinced he would kill her.
“Y/N, please believe me…I’d never hurt–I’d never touch you.”
For some reason, she believed him.
But that wasn’t enough.
She started shaking her head, still tiptoeing backwards. “I’m sorry, Steve. I-I can’t.”
“Can’t what?” He challenged.
“I can’t be some mobster wife… or-or-or whatever I’d be to you.”
Steve’s head fell. All his exact fears were coming true. Fears that had grown when he realized he had started falling for Y/N.
“I understand,” he replied evenly, even though it hurt like hell to say it.
“I’m sorry.” She was at the end of the alley again.
Did the moonlight and flurry have to frame her face so beautifully? Was this his punishment for all the terrible things he’s done?
“You don’t have to keep saying that,” he muttered. “I should be the one apologizing.”
Y/N just nodded shakily. “Goodbye, Steve.”
Then she turned and rounded the corner, leaving the alleyway and Steve’s sight.
He sighed and rubbed his face. His heart was beating so fast that he swore it was starting to hurt. He started pacing in the shadows of the alley, trying to control his emotions.
His back was turned to sidewalk when he heard the click of her heels hurriedly returning.
He whipped around.
And before he could ask her what the hell she was doing, her lips crashed to his.
Steve instantly reciprocated, clutching her face and pulling her even closer
He’d wanted to know what her lips tasted like as soon as he had seen her for the first time. But she scared the hell out of him and he tried to be a patient gentleman.
Y/N’s fingers weaved through his hair, tugging even, and it only drove Steve crazier.
Steve even let her shove him back against the alley wall.
His grip was tight and possessive against her waist.
Y/N couldn’t help but wonder what his grip would feel like against her naked skin.
Then she snapped out of it and quickly broke the kiss.
However, they lingered. Both of them were trying to catch their breath. It was the only sound in the alley.
Steve pressed his forehead against hers.
And suddenly his hunger turned into a softness, a need for her.
But he knew what this was. And it wasn’t Y/N changing her mind.
“I’m sorry.” Y/N heaved. “I just had to know.”
Then she ripped herself from his arms and left the alley. For good this time.
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Lord this story changed the trajectory of my life when it was posted
you ever read a fanfic and just sit back and think…someone wrote something THIS good… and then just….published it on the internet….for free…..
I love you, fanfic authors
pairing: joel miller x popstar!reader
summary: you and joel found your start as local musicians thirteen years ago, but ultimately drifted apart. after seeing him again, the two of you embark on a night of questionable decisions.
word count: 10k
warnings: ANGST. angst, angst, angst, alternate universe: no outbreak, an emotional rollercoaster, a bit of fluff, right person/wrong time, no use of y/n, cursing, alcohol consumption, kinda emotional infidelity but kinda not, mentions of cheating, mentions of heated situations, everyone makes questionable decisions, a surprise guest ;)
author’s note: this fic has been my baby for the past few weeks. i really really hope you enjoy reading it as much as i’ve enjoyed writing it because it’s probably something that i’m most proud of writing in a really long time :))
Pairing: College Athlete!Bucky x Reader
Summary: Bucky Barnes was aggressive, annoying, and—worst of all—a hockey player. Not your type. At all. But, unfortunately, your roommate.
Word count: 5.5k
Warnings: Minor injury, idiots in love <3, some angst, pining
a/n: My first fic in a century!! Thank you so much for reading if you’re still here. Depending on how this does I hope I’ll have motivation to write more! College athlete Bucky never fails to get me inspired :)
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“What’s this punks name again?”
The breath you let out was long and excruciating. “I am not repeating myself.”
“C’mon, y/n,” Bucky whined, knocking his head back on the couch. He watched you bustle around the kitchen from his inverted vantage point. “How the hell am I supposed to swoop in and save the day if I don’t even know the kid’s name?”
“Okay, well, first of all—” the fridge door clicked shut with a swift motion of your hips “—he’s not a ‘kid’. I’m pretty sure he’s a few months older than you.”
“Semantics.”
“And second of all,” you stressed, pointing a butter knife in his direction. “There will be no ‘swooping in’. I’m going to have a nice date and you are going to go hang out with your puck rabbits or whatever they're called. There will be no thinking about me and no swooping in my vicinity.”
Pairing: College!Bucky x Tutor!Reader
Summary: God, you hated Bucky. Bucky probably hated you, too. Maybe. It was hard to tell when he was drunk and calling you pretty at a party you shouldn't have gone to.
Word count: 8k
Warnings: Alcohol, annoyance to lovers, a bit of angst, a scary man in a parking lot, frat!bucky c:
a/n: I am so excited to finally post something!! It only took me four months 😅 If you enjoy it please please let me know ❤️❤️
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12:59 pm.
The birchwood table nestled in the back of the library was long but otherwise empty, the only thing occupying it being your laptop and quite a few books. He wasn’t late. Yet. You weren’t going to hold onto that hope, however.
Tutoring Bucky Barnes was not what you had in mind when you volunteered for the peer assistance program at your university. It was true you were only using the club to boost your resume, but you had assumed the only people reaching out for help would be those that actually wanted it. Unfortunately, that was not the case.
Sure, Bucky wanted help. Just not with anything that actually warranted the word. He wanted help sweet talking the cops so they wouldn't shut down his parties. He wanted help recruiting girls to show up to his parties. And—the one thing you could actually do—he wanted help passing his classes with the minimum GPA required to not get kicked out of his frat. So he could continue to throw parties.
Everything in his life revolved around his fraternity, which made you very important to him. When he wanted you to be.
pairing: ransom drysdale x reader
warnings: minimal angst, fluff, mental illness, eventual smut, fluff, so much fluff, i’m dead with fluff && SPOILERS
word count: 10k
description: part 5 of 5. SPOILERS; DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVE NOT SEEN THE FILM the fifth and final part to the assistant series. domestic life with ransom.
note: guess who wrote this in one night instead of going to bed? this is the last and FINAL part of the assistant series. thank you all so much for taking this journey with me. the love i’ve gotten for this story has been unreal. you’re all a blessing on my life. much love.
Summary: A graduate-level education is a costly pursuit. When you move out of state to study in Boston, expenses pile up, leading you to auction off what is apparently your most valuable asset: your virginity. It goes to the highest bidder…who happens to be Ransom Drysdale.
There are no major spoilers for Knives Out. Consider this as an alternate timeline. There will be references to the movie/its characters and family dynamics revealed in the movie.
Warnings: loss of virginity, explicit sexual content/smut, angst, sugar daddy/baby arrangement, dark elements, dubcon, cliffhangers, minor spoilers for Knives Out, unprotected sex, irresponsible driving, swearing, recreational drug use, Ransom is an asshole (more to add and if you spot any that I’ve missed, please kindly let me know!)
A/N: Thank you to all the anons who gave suggestions!!!
Word Count: ~6.2k
Summary: A graduate-level education is a costly pursuit. When you move out of state to study in Boston, expenses pile up, leading you to auction off what is apparently your most valuable asset: your virginity. It goes to the highest bidder…who happens to be Ransom Drysdale.
There are no major spoilers for Knives Out. Consider this as an alternate timeline. There will be references to the movie/its characters and family dynamics revealed in the movie.
Warnings: loss of virginity, explicit sexual content/smut, angst, sugar daddy/baby arrangement, dark elements, dubcon, cliffhangers, minor spoilers for Knives Out, unprotected sex, irresponsible driving, swearing, recreational drug use, Ransom is an asshole (more to add and if you spot any that I’ve missed, please kindly let me know!)
Word Count: ~9.6k
Summary: A graduate-level education is a costly pursuit. When you move out of state to study in Boston, expenses pile up, leading you to auction off what is apparently your most valuable asset: your virginity. It goes to the highest bidder…who happens to be Ransom Drysdale.
There are no major spoilers for Knives Out. Consider this as an alternate timeline. There will be references to the movie/its characters and family dynamics revealed in the movie.
Warnings: loss of virginity, explicit sexual content/smut, angst, sugar daddy/baby arrangement, dark elements, dubcon, cliffhangers, minor spoilers for Knives Out, unprotected sex, irresponsible driving, swearing, recreational drug use, Ransom is an asshole (more to add and if you spot any that I’ve missed, please kindly let me know!)
Word Count: ~6.2k
Summary: A graduate-level education is a costly pursuit. When you move out of state to study in Boston, expenses pile up, leading you to auction off what is apparently your most valuable asset: your virginity. It goes to the highest bidder…who happens to be Ransom Drysdale.
There are no major spoilers for Knives Out. Consider this as an alternate timeline. There will be references to the movie/its characters and family dynamics revealed in the movie.
Warnings: loss of virginity, explicit sexual content/smut, angst, sugar daddy/baby arrangement, dark elements, dubcon, cliffhangers, minor spoilers for Knives Out, unprotected sex, irresponsible driving, swearing, recreational drug use, Ransom is an asshole (more to add and if you spot any that I’ve missed, please kindly let me know!)
Word Count: ~8.2k
Summary: A graduate-level education is a costly pursuit. When you move out of state to study in Boston, expenses pile up, leading you to auction off what is apparently your most valuable asset: your virginity. It goes to the highest bidder…who happens to be Ransom Drysdale.
There are no major spoilers for Knives Out. Consider this as an alternate timeline. There will be references to the movie/its characters and family dynamics revealed in the movie.
Warnings: loss of virginity, explicit sexual content/smut, angst, sugar daddy/baby arrangement, dark elements, dubcon, cliffhangers, minor spoilers for Knives Out, unprotected sex, irresponsible driving, swearing, recreational drug use, Ransom is an asshole (more to add and if you spot any that I’ve missed, please kindly let me know!)
Word Count: 6.8k of 15.2k
This chapter is written under the assumption that the reader drinks alcohol and and participates in casual holiday cheer and the Thrombeys celebrate Christmas.
Summary: A graduate-level education is a costly pursuit. When you move out of state to study in Boston, expenses pile up, leading you to auction off what is apparently your most valuable asset: your virginity. It goes to the highest bidder…who happens to be Ransom Drysdale.
There are no major spoilers for Knives Out. Consider this as an alternate timeline. There will be references to the movie/its characters and family dynamics revealed in the movie.
Warnings: loss of virginity, explicit sexual content/smut, angst, sugar daddy/baby arrangement, dark elements, dubcon, cliffhangers, minor spoilers for Knives Out, unprotected sex (use protection, y’all), irresponsible driving, swearing Ransom is an asshole (more to add and if you spot any that I’ve missed, please kindly let me know!)
A/N: Thank you to @imanuglywombat for throwing ideas around with me for this chapter!
This chapter is long, about 10.2k words. Ransom and the reader watch the musical for Little Women, so there are spoilers for that story and the musical.
This chapter is written under the assumption that the reader drinks alcohol and eats meat.
Summary: A graduate-level education is a costly pursuit. When you move out of state to study in Boston, expenses pile up, leading you to auction off what is apparently your most valuable asset: your virginity. It goes to the highest bidder…who happens to be Ransom Drysdale.
There are no major spoilers for Knives Out. Consider this as an alternate timeline. There will be references to the movie/its characters and family dynamics revealed in the movie.
Warnings: loss of virginity, explicit sexual content/smut, angst, sugar daddy/baby arrangement, dark elements, dubcon, cliffhangers, minor spoilers for Knives Out, unprotected sex, irresponsible driving, swearing Ransom is an asshole (more to add and if you spot any that I’ve missed, please kindly let me know!)
A/N: Thank you to @imanuglywombat and @saaracha for helping me with this chapter!
This chapter is written under the assumption that the Thrombeys celebrate Christmas (Christmas in July…how funny).
Summary: A graduate-level education is a costly pursuit. When you move out of state to study in Boston, expenses pile up, leading you to auction off what is apparently your most valuable asset: your virginity. It goes to the highest bidder…who happens to be Ransom Drysdale.
There are no major spoilers for Knives Out. Consider this as an alternate timeline. There will be references to the movie/its characters and family dynamics revealed in the movie.
Warnings: loss of virginity, explicit sexual content/smut, angst, sugar daddy/baby arrangement, dark elements, dubcon, cliffhangers, minor spoilers for Knives Out, unprotected sex, irresponsible driving, Ransom is an asshole (more to add and if you spot any that I’ve missed, please kindly let me know!)
Chapter 1 - 5/18/2020
Chapter 2 - 5/28/2020
Chapter 3 - 6/16/2020
Chapter 4 - 6/21/2020
Chapter 5 - 6/30/2020
Chapter 6 - 7/5/2020
Deleted Scene: Studying the Muscles - 8/18/2020
Chapter 7 - 7/13/2020
Chapter 8 - Part 1 - 8/1/2020
Chapter 8 - Part 2 - 8/1/2020
Chapter 9 - 8/3/2020
Chapter 10 - 8/4/2020
Chapter 11 - 8/7/2020
Chapter 12 - 8/16/2020
Chapter 13 - 9/2/2020
Chapter 14 - 10/18/2020
Deleted Scene: Childhood Bedroom - 11/2/2020
“I couldn’t say no to you even if I wanted to” - 8/24/2020
Chapter 15 - 11/22/2020
Chapter 16 - 11/27/2020
Epilogue - 12/25/2020
“I do anything to be the person you love again.” - 8/24/2020
