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Days, Weeks, Months, Years (8/10)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Fandoms: MCU, Marvel

Warnings: Cursing, Canon level violence

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The goal was to destroy the base. That was exactly why Hulk was on standby (his favorite place to be) to do his actual favorite thing: Smash.

Before you came in, you, Tina, and Nat were sent in like scalpels to precisely take out all human dangers. The Maximoff twins were there for all other combatants. Tony and Sam were your eyes in the sky, and Steve and Bucky handled the perimeter on the ground.

A few hours into the mission, Nat was taking down a hallway of unfriendlies by herself, as she tended to do. She called for you and Tina to keep going. You had no problem with it, you trusted Nat implicitly. Valentina, however, rolled her eyes. "She has no idea what she just did."

"What do you mea--Ugh!" You were roughly pushed back into some sort of dark passageway.

You were fighting blind. All you knew was that Tina did it. She had turned on you all.

"We got a Code Ward!" you yelled into your comm.

"Who?" Steve was the first to respond.

"Who do you think?!" You were able to say before a gun went off.

For a moment you saw a heinous look on Tina's face before you reached down and felt warm liquid on your stomach. You started coughing up blood, and you fell to the ground.

There was chaos in your ear. Most people were asking where the hell you were, but you had no idea. You didn't want to waste breath telling them that when you had one important message to relay.

"Buc-Buc-Bucky-I-love-you."

You couldn't hear him, couldn't hear his response if he had one. You couldn't hear anything over blood rushing in your ears. Your breathing was getting slow. Too slow. You couldn't hear yourself breathe anymore.

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Bucky stopped breathing when he heard that gunshot through his comm. Then, he gasped in more air than he ever thought possible when he heard you say what you said. Because, in that moment, one thought ran through his mind: he'd never get to say that back to you.

He didn't know how long he took. It could've been immediately, it could've been years, but Bucky called through his comm, "Nat. Where are they?"

The Black Widow was in as much shock as everyone else. "I...I don't know...I--"

"Wanda. I don't care what you have to do. Find Y/n...Sam, Tony, I better not see either of you drop an inch. We're not letting the bitch that did this get away."

"Bucky, I--"

Bucky didn't care what Steve had to say. If it didn't get him closer to you, it didn't matter to him.

Bucky could suddenly hear Wanda grunting. It wasn't through the comms. The comms malfunctioned while Wanda's voice echoed through the mountains, and Bucky watched as the base, almost hidden by the trees in the forest, lifted from the ground and started to spin.

Bucky thought that you would have loved to see that. You loved to see Wanda's powers in action when they weren't held back by protocol.

After a couple spins, the base was put back down. Besides the shift in the forest, it was like it never happened.

"She's here!" Wanda's voice sounded through the comm again, and Bucky took off in a dead sprint toward the base.

Pietro's voice then sounded, "Meet-meet me at the jet. I got her."

Bucky didn't have to change his direction to get there. He considered having the quinjet take off without him if it meant getting you medical attention sooner, but by then he was already there.

Bruce was leaning over you, already thoroughly working on you.

"How--?" Bucky asked before his brain could stop him from possibly distracting the doctor.

Banner didn't get distracted. "The Other Guy cares about her, too."

"We all care for her," Pietro notified with his sister nodding next to him, "but we all know that you care for her more than all of us."

Barnes didn't even look at the man in front of him, but it wasn't out of hatred. Bucky's eyes were stuck on you.

On your blood-soaked clothes. On the hole in your stomach.

Bucky's breathing got ragged. His breaths turned to sobs. He fell to his knees with Wanda and Pietro catching each of his shoulders.

Then, through his enhanced hearing, Bucky heard someone getting attacked outside the quinjet while it was taking off. He glanced out out a window to see Steve straddling a still-breathing Valentina. Though, by the looks of it, she wouldn't keep breathing for long.

"That's-my-best-friend's-girl," he gritted between punches.

Bucky stood, still hyperventilating, and pressed the button that would open up the loading dock to the plane, and he jumped out. The quinjet was only a few yards off the ground, so it didn't hurt the super-soldier.

"She's-my-friend! She's-on-my-team!" Steve was relentless until he was literally thrown off by Bucky. "What are you doing?!" Steve yelled.

Valentina moved to get up. She actually moved until Bucky shot her a look that must've been so terrifyingly threatening that Valentina collapsed back to the ground.

He didn't take his eyes off Valentina as he answered Steve. "Y/n decides what we do with her."

"Buck--"

"Y/n decides," James growled. His attention went to his comm. "Sam, take her back. Hurt her if necessary."

For once, Sam didn't have a witty retort as he landed and approached the woman.

Tony landed briefly too, and he took the two best friends back aboard the quinjet. He seemed to have taken Nat at some point as well because she was aboard then, sitting in a corner, looking like she had just seen a ghost.

Before the super-soldiers took a step towards Bruce pseudo-operating on you, Bucky put a weak hand on Steve's shoulder.

Steve turned to his best friend.

"I need you to take the lead again." Bucky told him. Barnes understood what he himself had started to do.

Steve looked solemn, "Buck, I can't--"

"I can't look at her without--" Bucky broke down in tears again.

Steve caught his best friend. Steve agreed, "Okay. I got you. I have you."

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Expect The Unexpected

Pairing: Bernard the Elf x Fem!Reader

Fandom: The Santa Clause Movies

Summary: Bernard surprises you by showing up on the night of Christmas. He has a story for you to explain his appearance. He also might have another surprise...

Warnings: Cursing

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You very nearly spilled your hot chocolate when your boyfriend appeared under a cascade of sparkles in front of your TV in your living room. "B?!" You quickly set aside your mug, removed your blanket, and got to your feet. "What're you doing here? It's Christmas Day! Well, more like night now," you corrected yourself with a gesture to the window. You took the few steps necessary to hug him.

Bernard had made it very clear that his job came first when you had met him. The two of you had been seeing each other for over two years at that point, and Bernard was always absent from American Thanksgiving to the New Year. You never had a problem with it.

Your boyfriend seemed sweaty in his response. "Oh, you know. I could feel you missing me extra this year, so I figured I'd pop down and say hello. For your sake."

Quickly, you parted from your hug to give him an unconvinced look.

Bernard didn't even need to look at you to know that you saw right through him. "Okay, I'm sorry! The lead up to this Christmas was just so stressful--more stressful than normal--and I needed to see you."

He was speaking so fast that you didn't object as he pulled you to sit on your couch with both hands.

Bernard proceeded to tell you the story of the lead up to that Christmas while barely taking the time to breathe. Apparently, the current Santa Claus, Scott Calvin, needed a Mrs. Claus in order to continue being St. Nicholas. While he was gone and looking for his better half, Bernard's 2nd in command, Curtis, made a life-like toy Santa to run things at the North Pole. The toy Santa went crazy and almost ruined Christmas. However, Scott Calvin returned in time to right everything, and to marry a woman he had fallen in love with. Her name was Carol.

"Holy shit! What the fuck?" You exclaimed once the story was over.

"As always, I missed the eloquent way you express my thoughts exactly," Bernard sighed deeply as he leaned against your shoulder.

Gently, you removed his hat so you could place a soft kiss on top of his head. "I missed you too," you returned. "Now, since I have you here, would you like to curl up with some hot cocoa and watch some Christmas movies? Or, if you're all Christmased out, we could just stare at the black screen?"

Bernard snorted and moved back to a sitting position. "Honey, I'd love to, but there's still one more thing I have to make right." He pulled a small, red velvet box from his pocket.

Knowing on-sight what it was, you gasped.

"The wedding I attended earlier today made me realize one thing: I wanted you there. In fact, I want you by my side for the rest of my life. Will you marry me?" He opened the case to reveal an astonishingly beautiful ring.

Tears were going to spill from your eyes if you spoke, but you broke through your nod to confirm anyway, "Yeah!" You couldn't even from the whole word 'Yes', but you what you said was enough for Bernard.

You placed your right hand on his cheek to pull him in for a kiss, which was only broken so the two of you could watch Bernard slide the ring onto your left ring finger. The two of you kissed again. "I love you," Bernard broke the kiss to say.

"I love you, too," you promised in the light of your twinkling Christmas tree.

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Days, Weeks, Months, Years (7/10)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Fandom: MCU

Warnings: Angst

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"Alright, ladies and gents. We got a live one. And by live one I mean a live--Y/n."

Your eyes were still puffy from crying so much the night before, but you still tell everyone's eyes were on you as you entered the briefing room late.

Tina was in your seat next to Bucky, but she was giving you a death glare. Bucky must have ended things with her the night before. Nat was the only one not looking at you. If Tina's look could've killed you, the glare Nat was giving Tina would have disintegrated the latter.

Finally, albeit quickly, your eyes landed on Bucky's. He barely looked better than you did. The man obviously didn't sleep the night before and, oh god, his eyes were puffy too. Bucky's were the only eyes that didn't move from their target when Steve cleared his throat to get the attention of the room again.

"It's good to see you, Agent, L/n. We're going to need all the help we can get for this next mission, especially with Thor off-world."

All you could do was nod.

"Tony, continue," urged Steve.

It took Iron Man a moment to recover. "A live HYDRA base...was what I was going to say. The location is on your tablets."

Steve continued, "It's been a while since we found a HYDRA base, so we don't know what to expect. So--"

"Expect anything," you finished for him.

Steve nodded then. "Right. Wheels up in 10. Y/n, may Tony and I speak with you?" He added once everyone started to disperse.

"Of course."

Tina shot a gloating look at you that made you feel like you were about to get in trouble.

"Can you do this today?" Steve asked you outright once the room had cleared.

"What makes you think I can't?"

"Funny. But we're serious this time, Y/n." Tony got up from his seat.

Steve asked you, "Are you going to be able to work with all the members of this team?"

You bit back a remark about why Tina, Bucky, and even Nat weren't asked the same question. You bit back every emotion you had felt for the last 46 days.

"Yes, sir," you answered.

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Triple The Trouble

Pairing: Marc Spector/Steven Grant/Jake Lockley x Fem!Reader

Fandoms: Moon Knight, MCU, Marvel

Warnings: Smut, Cursing, Probably incorrect portrayals of Dissociative Identity Disorder, Reader has hair, Google translate Spanish, English and Spanish speaking Reader

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You could have almost sworn that you heard that cliché tranquil flute playing as you opened your eyes to a new day. That's how perfect that morning was. The sun was shining sweetly through the curtains, and you were in bed with the loves of your life.

"Good morning, Marc," you greeted with a small smile.

Marc's face reflected yours. He shook his head. "I'll never get over how you can always tell which one of us is fronting."

"It's just easy to me," you said, "I can't explain it."

A mischievous smile flashed across Marc's face. "I'm not asking you to explain anything."

"Oh yeah? What are you asking me to do?" you wondered, playing along.

"I'm asking you to keep looking beautiful while I do this." On the last word, Marc dragged you closer to him by your sides. He leaned in and kissed you.

You giggled at the sudden movement, but quickly relaxed into the kiss.

For a few moments, you and Marc continued to make out. You both smiled into the kiss when Marc rolled on top of you.

He separated from you to ask, "Do you wanna?"

The way he phrased the question made you laugh. "Yeah, I wanna."

After that, Marc continued the kiss with a little more passion. It didn't take him long to start trailing kisses down your neck and torso.

It tickled. "Marc!"

He only separated from you when his face was in line with your cunt. You could feel his warm breath against you as Marc spoke up to confirm, "You sure, sweetheart?"

At that point, you were getting worked up. You nodded fervently down to him while voicing out a "Yeah."

Marc grew more serious before he settled his face into you. Marc's nose nudged against your clit as his tongue licked a long stripe up your folds.

You shivered and hooked a leg onto his back. Little noises betrayed how you were feeling for a few minutes before you full-on gasped when Marc's tongue plunged inside you.

It got harder and harder to form words. Moans were all that would leave your mouth as Marc's tongue pressed in and out of you.

Soon enough, he added his fingers. You cried out. It wasn't long after that when you were cumming.

You took a couple minutes to come down from your climax, but when you did, you noticed that he wasn't above you. Marc was still between your legs.

"Whatchu doin'?" you wondered aloud to him.

Marc was just staring at you with an ocean of desire on his face. You almost couldn't comprehend it.

"Get up here," you smirked, pulling Marc up to you.

As soon as you could reach his lips, you were making out with him again. While doing that, you rolled on top of Marc and reached down to his dick.

Marc moaned loudly as soon as you touched it.

"What? You like that?" you teased with a kiss. "Bet you'll like it more when I go like this..." Sensually, you started giving him a handjob while moving down to kiss and suck on his neck.

He moaned again, and started carding his fingers through your hair. "Y/n..."

Come to think of it, Marc had been rather quiet, not including the moans. Most of the time, he was a lot more talkative during your intimate moments with him.

As if on cue, Marc's face started to show signs of switching who was fronting. You assumed Marc had gotten too overwhelmed with what was happening, and needed someone else to take over. You took your hands completely off him so to not overwhelm whoever was about to come out.

"Hey, Steven," you smiled when you realized who it was.

"Hello, Y/n. I-I'm pleased to...see you again." He was clearly flustered that you were both naked and you sitting on top of him.

"Do you want to keep going? Or--?" you started to question, but Steven interrupted you.

"Keep going! Keep going. Gods, I felt what you were doing to us, and I had to come out. I had to to be a part of this."

Even though you had had sex with Steven many times before, he was still just as in awe of you as he had been the first time he saw you, whether you were wearing clothes or not. You leaned down to kiss him.

Steven turned you guys over so that he was on top, and he started talking while kissing you. "Y/n...I'd...like to...do something...?"

"What's that?" you returned, barely breaking the kiss.

"Can I...I'd like to...fuck you...doggy-style--?"

You immediately broke the kiss and stared at him with your mouth open. A smile was forming on your lips.

"Or if not, totally understandable--"

Before Steven could completely freak out, you brought him down to kiss you again. "Baby, you know you can always do whatever you want to me."

"Well now, don't go saying that. Not that I would ever, ever hurt you, but you never know if...I'll shut up now."

That whole time he was talking, you were getting into position.

Steven quieted down when you bared your ass to him.

That caused you to laugh as he lined himself up with you.

"A-are you ready?" Steven cleared his throat.

You pressed yourself against him. "Go ahead, sweetheart."

Steven audibly swallowed before slowly thrusting into your pussy from behind. You both moaned at the sensation.

"Oh-oh, gods. H-how does that feel?"

"Feels so good, baby." Your legs shook a little when you moved slightly. "How does it feel for you?"

He didn't hesitate in his response. "It feels like I could explode in you right now...Can I move?"

You nodded, already out of breath. "Yeah."

Steven started slowly thrusting in and out of you, and he slowly picked up speed. You let out a high pitched moan each time he entered you, and gasped every time he pulled out.

"Steven!" you squealed.

His breath came out hot against the shell of your ear. "T-tell me I'm doing a good job."

You couldn't think. "You're doing such a good job, baby, Oh. Oh, fuck. God, yes!"

Then, during one of the seconds he was out of you, Steven took a little longer to thrust back inside. Before he did, he roughly pushed you back down to the mattress.

Before the first Spanish word left his mouth, you knew Jake was fronting.

He hunched over to speak into your ear. "Dios, son demasiado saves Contigo, chica. Ambos sabemos lo ques puedes tomar. No es asi? (God, they go too easy on you, girl. We both know what you can take. Isn't that right?)" He didn't miss a word as he deftly moved his hips away and against yours.

"Yes. Yes!" you responded, then unconsciously switched to Spanish yourself. "No pares. Por favor no pares. Ya casi llego--! (Don't stop. Please don't stop. I'm almost there--!)" You reached your peak once more.

It was while he was inside you then that the body switched to Marc fronting again. You vaguely noticed who it was when he started moving again, and moaned, "I'm yours...I'm yours...We're yours!"

Something deep within you told you that all three of your boys were there with you as the body came inside you.

You moaned when he pulled out, and you collapsed onto your back with Marc laying on your chest. You could tell it was him by how he wouldn't let you get up.

"I need to go clean myself up," you lightheartedly reasoned, but he wasn't having it.

Marc whined, "Not yet. Just gimme a couple minutes, okay?"

You chuckled.

"Hey," Marc moved to look at you. "None of us hurt you, right? I felt things get a little intense with Jake there. It's why I came back out."

You shrugged. "Sometimes I like things intense."

Marc seemed satisfied with that answer. He kissed you. He must've switched to Steven during that because those were his eyes you were staring into when the kiss was broken.

Steven smirked at you. "I'll take note of that," he responded to your previous statement. "Now, let me get something to clean you up with, yeah?"

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Killing 68,000 people was United's choice.

Murder by algorithm is wrong.

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are we sure the only way out is through? like. are we sure we can't just. go around