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For everyone who’s been waiting, here’s the companion piece to LFL! It features excerpts from Natasha and Bucky’s developing relationship.

Don’t worry, I haven’t forgot about the LFL epilogue.

lookin for love: always

Bucky x Natasha Rating: T Word Count: 4.6k

He’s not expecting her to move in close, and her closed fist is bouncing off his chest before either of them are fully aware of it.

Natasha huffs in disbelief, “Ya b'yu tebya.”

Taking advantage of her hesitation, the soldier easily whips her around, pinning her in a brutal headlock.

“Sdavat’sya,” he hisses.

And then the world explodes.

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Kisses you thank you baby this is so so so good 😭😭

snowstark’s end of year celebration! ↳ ⭐️ surprise requested by @carelessannie <3

Peter has three different identities.

His first involves being a student in MIT and working in a deli shop. His second identity is an escort. His third is the friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man.

Hanging off the arms of rich men and attending charity balls seems like an easy way to earn money at first, but it quickly becomes difficult when Peter finds himself enjoying spending time in the company of Tony Stark, CEO of Stark Industries.

The situation becomes even more complicated when Peter discovers that Tony is Iron Man. Now, it’s up to him to keep two of his identities a secret — but maybe Tony is just a little too smart for his own good.

And maybe along the way, they fall in love.

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JENSEN IM ABSOLUTELY DECEASED. ILL CRY. HE LOOKS SO FREAKING GOOOOOD. LOVE YOU SO SO MUCH AND IVE PUT HIM RIGHTFULLY IN MY FIC ❤️❤️

To my beloved Annie;

I adore you, and fair little could ever repay the joy you've brought into my life, but hopefully this gift makes a start.

Merry Christmas, Daddy! ❤

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My Mate, My Life, My Monster

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Zac Efron was a twink in HSM and we didn’t even know it

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threatens you <3

is threatened </3

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YES TO BUCKYNAT ONE SHOT

YAY OKAY I HEAR YOU ANON

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Chapter 11/12 posted for LFL!

(Finally a chapter count! Only the Epilogue left)

My ask box is open, definitely come yell at me, and let me know if you’d like to see a separate BuckyNat one shot?

Read Chapter 11 Here

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Okay I may have lied

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Chapter 10 of LFL is posted here! (Stay tuned tomorrow for Chapter 11...)

He’s severely unprepared for how bad Steve looks in front of the microphone. Something in his gut lurches at seeing his Alpha so tired on the stage, posture slumped and defeated, dark bruises under his eyes. But then sharp, piercing blue eyes look directly into the camera, and Peter’s breath catches in his throat. He expected Captain America to take the stage— all patriotic charisma and confidence— but no, the man Peter’s looking at is fueled by something different, something deeper. He methodically describes the events of that day, beginning with the plan to destroy the mind stone and ending with Thanos’s disappearance and the consequences afterwards. “We are certain that Thanos has taken every half of each soulmate pair: bonded or not, discovered or not, living or not. This was personal. Every Avenger you see left has lost their mate, and I lost my mate, before I was even able to meet him.” Goosebumps prickle across Peter’s skin as he watches Steve Rogers, raw and exposed, vow in his honor. “We’re going to get them back. And I promise— for my mate and all of yours— I’ll bring you Thanos’ head on a platter.” Peter reaches out, tracing the image of Steve on the screen with his fingertips. “You did it, Alpha,” he whispers, “now come home to me for real this time.”

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Chapter 10 of LFL is posted here! (Stay tuned tomorrow for Chapter 11...)

He’s severely unprepared for how bad Steve looks in front of the microphone. Something in his gut lurches at seeing his Alpha so tired on the stage, posture slumped and defeated, dark bruises under his eyes. But then sharp, piercing blue eyes look directly into the camera, and Peter’s breath catches in his throat. He expected Captain America to take the stage— all patriotic charisma and confidence— but no, the man Peter’s looking at is fueled by something different, something deeper. He methodically describes the events of that day, beginning with the plan to destroy the mind stone and ending with Thanos’s disappearance and the consequences afterwards. “We are certain that Thanos has taken every half of each soulmate pair: bonded or not, discovered or not, living or not. This was personal. Every Avenger you see left has lost their mate, and I lost my mate, before I was even able to meet him.” Goosebumps prickle across Peter’s skin as he watches Steve Rogers, raw and exposed, vow in his honor. “We’re going to get them back. And I promise— for my mate and all of yours— I’ll bring you Thanos’ head on a platter.” Peter reaches out, tracing the image of Steve on the screen with his fingertips. “You did it, Alpha,” he whispers, “now come home to me for real this time.”

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we’re gonna be okay

a small winterspider thing i couldn’t get out of my head

pairing: winterspider (bucky x peter), background peter x anonymous dominant word count: 887 rating: M warnings: implied abusive relationship (not winterspider), d/s au, injuries/peter!whump, clubbing/alcohol, implied safewording during a scene i’ll put it here on ao3 too

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“Damned brat,” the curse travels across the club, loud as the music is, and Bucky is immediately on high alert. There’s a man striding away from a semi-private playroom and towards the bar, sweat dripping from his shoulders and brow as he fumes, throwing himself onto a barstool.

Bucky quickly checks the reservation listings, noting that the raging dominant in front of him had booked the room for an hour.

It hasn’t even been half of that time.

The most worrying thing, top of Bucky’s priority list right now, is that the dominant is alone sitting at the bar.

“Steve,” he grabs his friend, another House Dominant for the club they work at, “go check on that guy at the bar. I’m about 95% sure he just walked out on a scene.”

Steve raises an eyebrow but otherwise doesn’t question the command, already turning to inspect the guilty party. Bucky makes his way over to the playroom.

As he approaches, he notices several couples and singles crowded around the doorway, whispering among themselves. “Move it,” Bucky growls, making sure to lace his tone with enough Dominant command that there’s no question of his authority.

The crowd parts from him, and he can immediately see what the commotion was about.

He sees red.

There’s a small man— young, no older than twenty, he would wager— curled up on the floor of the padded room, completely bare. Several tools for impact play are scattered around him, and Bucky can already see bruising across his ribs— both old and new wounds, if he’s judging the colouring right.

“Fuck,” Bucky swears. In his four years of working with this particular nightclub, he’s never seen something this messed up.

He hits the panic button on the door to the room, quickly scanning his badge as the privacy doors shut around them. The room is soundproof once everything is closed, and Bucky can hear small choked sobs coming from the submissive in front of him— stifled, as if he’s afraid to be heard crying.

Taking a deep breath, Bucky forces himself to calm down. No use trying to solve this problem if his anger just upsets the poor boy further.

Protocols. Right.

Bucky grabs a warm blanket and bottle of water. He sets them nearby, kneeling in front of the submissive but still out of arm’s reach.

“Hey, kid,” he rumbles, trying to keep his voice low and disarming. The boy still flinches, and it’s all Bucky can do not to eviscerate the dominant responsible for this. “Hey, my name is Bucky. Can I see your eyes, kid? Just need to know you can hear me.”

Deep, sorrowful brown eyes meet his, and Bucky’s breath hitches. Oh damn, this guy is gorgeous. “Good boy,” he can’t help soothing, and watches as the submissive shivers at the praise.

“What’s your name, sweetheart?”

He gets a wide eyed blink in response before the sub whispers, “Peter.”

“So good, Peter. Thank you. I work for this club—” Bucky points at his shirt first, and then the badges he wears, “— and we’ve had to intervene in this scene for your health as a submissive. I’m a House Dom, meaning that by agreeing to the club’s terms and conditions I’m legally responsible for your aftercare if your chosen dominant is unavailable to finish the scene. Do you understand what this means, Peter?”

The boy in front of him just nods, barely moving, “Yes, sir.”

God, he’s so precious and so good. “Thank you, Peter. I won’t do anything without asking your permission, but I need to reiterate that if you drop, you’ve legally agreed for me to take appropriate action on your behalf.”

When Peter’s eyes start to glaze over at his words, Bucky knows he only has a few moments before he loses his window of communication. Damn horrible dominant. “Can I touch you, Peter?”

“Yessir,” Peter breathes out, his words a bit more slurred, and Bucky moves as quickly as possible to wrap him up, avoiding the new bruising as much as he can.

He folds the blanket around a few times, breathing deep to calm himself down as Peter wiggles to get closer, chasing the small amount of comfort and warmth that Bucky is providing.

“It’s okay, shh,” Bucky coos, “you’re safe now.”

With the small bundle of sad submissive wrapped up in his lap, Bucky presses the bottle of water against his lips, “Take a few sips for me, sweetheart. C’mon, that’s a good boy.”

Peter drinks without opening his eyes, sipping slowly as Bucky pets his hair, whispering praises mindlessly. How could someone abandon such a sweet boy like this? Fuck, and in public, too.

Once the bottle of water is almost empty, Bucky stands, lifting Peter with him, and walks towards the back exit. He easily types in the override code, opening the private employee entrance that leads to the aftercare rooms.

“M’gonna hold you a bit more,” Bucky explains, not even sure if Peter can understand him at this point, “gonna stay with you, make sure you’re feeling okay, then we’ll figure this out together. You’re gonna be okay.”

He’s not sure who the words are for— him or Peter— but when the sweet boy in his arms smiles, curling into his chest, Bucky exhales his relief.

“We’re gonna be okay.”

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I’m not sure what’s happening. But I’m sure as hell not ending on a cliffhanger this time!

PSA: Chapter 10 of LFL coming this weekend!

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PSA: Chapter 10 of LFL coming this weekend!

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Define soon

Gladly! I have the first half written right now, so hopefully within the next week. I’ll be off the grid until Wednesday (even more so than I already am) but I’m very very Excited for this chapter

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That is all the fun of being in a new place (unless you have allergies). Just pick up a bunch of random foods and see what happens.

Honestly a really good suggestion. So far I’ve discovered how much I love the produce here and how scared I am of cured meats. So much dried ham, it’s astounding.

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soup time 😈🍲

I… am so confused, but yes to all of these.

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Any chances of LFL tonight?

(Sorry I honestly don’t know how long ago this was sent) but hmm, there might be a chance of an update soon? I’ll let you know before I post though 😉 Chapter 10 is going to be good