At fifteen years old, Sloane Smith lost everything. The Battle of New York took her parents, her home, and the life she thought she'd have. Left with nowhere to go, she was found by the last person she ever expected-Steve Rogers. Four years later, she's no longer Sloane Smith. She's Sloane Rogers. The Avengers Tower is the closest thing she's ever had to a home, even if Steve feels more like an overprotective older brother than a father. She's learned how to survive, how to hide her scars, and how to pretend the nightmares don't still follow her. Then James Buchanan Barnes comes home. He barely acknowledges her. When he does, it's with clipped words, cold stares, and an attitude that gets under her skin. To Sloane, James Buchanan Barnes is the most infuriating man she's ever met. To Bucky, Sloane Rogers is a complication he never asked for-and one he wants nothing to do with. The feeling is mutual. Until one mission leaves Sloane in the hands of the enemy... ...and Bucky is forced to confront the one thing he's been running from all along. Because some people don't realize what they have... until it's gone.

"Smoking is bad, you know." The placid voice speaks up from the distant dark corner, nothing to see but a tall silhouette and an orange glow of a cigarette cherry. "It's the least of my problems," I murmur with my own between my lips, proceeding to feel the stagnant debris valley my throat when I suck delicately. He exhales a chuckle of cynical amusement, his footsteps getting every step clearer to my eardrums until I eventually sense body heat burning my back. "And why is that?" He whispers over my shoulder, hands inviting themselves to grip the railing in front of me so I become a prisoner between his inked arms. I swallow. "Because you'll be the one to kill me first." // Aven Brooks is hired to take pictures for the world-renown punk rock band known today as Duplicity; hoping the experience gets her into her most elite-dreamed university. However, when her lenses accidentally capture more than just cheeky sound checks and performances, she comes to a horrifying discovery that Duplicity is anything but a band. Appalled and frightened, she's trapped. *HIGHEST RANKINGS* #1 IN HARRYSTYLES #1 IN ONEDIRECTION ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @happydays1d NOT ALLOWING TRANSLATIONS! CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE / DRUG ABUSE / SEXUAL CONTENT / DESCRIPTIVE VIOLENCE / MENTAL HEALTH READ AT OWN RISK!

❝The way you're looking at me right now makes me wonder where you want me.❞ stolen glances, hushed whispers, teasing breaths, lingering touches. 𝘖𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳. ─ tim bradford x fem!oc ─ the rookie; s1 ~ s6 | BOOK 1 OF TBOM ─ SLOW-burn, angst, some spice ─ also on AO3 under same username ⊱ ──────── ➤ ──────── ⊰

~ SEQUEL TO *NONCONFORMITY* ~ "You know, sometimes I start to like you and then you open your mouth and I'm reminded why I don't," I turned away from him and smiled into my pillow. I wanted to sit here with him in the dark until my eyes couldn't stand the light anymore. We could be nocturnal, wake with the moon and live our lives wrapped in bed sheets. "You say the loveliest things," He whispered in my ear. He gathered me in his arms, warm as could be and horrifically inviting. I melted against him until everything ran slow and saccharine. Lips pressed against my temple, and then I felt the weight of his head as it dipped onto my pillow. "Peter?" "Yes, sweetheart?" "Why can't I shake the feeling something bad is going to happen?" ~ After being taken from her home, Sixteen needs to fight not to lose her mind after returning to the arms of Martin Brenner. Hallucinations and nightmarish visions seem to follow her everywhere she goes, as does a man she thought she'd killed five years before.