#Does he train Sam? Not at all
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Training new security programs before and after
So, Early Tron, He's just happy. It's safe, and he's fulfilling his purpose, protecting The Grid. The new moniters rezz in, sure they have all the knowledge, the moves, but they don't know anything yet, they don't know HOW to fight. So they train, and the first thing he does, is let them all try to beat him. They all lose of course.
He laughs, and teaches them how to fight. They run through senario after senario, and sometimes he shows off a little. A flip there, a jump here, but the new moniters? They eat it up, they want to do the same, protect, fight, and show off. He's happy to be their model.
Later Tron is more cautious. He's not the only one in charge of security anymore, and he can't tell which ones will get "transferred" to Clu. He teaches the necessities, and the few who stand out get brought into his squads quickly and viciously. He can't keep them all safe, but he tried his best.
Uprising Tron only trains Beck. All his past monitors are derezzed or rectified. He hates how weak he feels, he can't even train Beck one on one, relying on simulation after simulation. He's proud, and Beck learns so quickly, but if Tron could just train him like he used to, it would go faster. Beck wouldn't just survive each encounter, he could win. But Tron is crumbling to his scars, and Beck can't devote all his time to being the Renegade. They make do with half measures and patches.
Rinzler doesn't train anyone, not really. Some other program teaches the rectified to fight, and Clu sends them to him. He doesn't really fight, shows off for Clu, but always, about half are derezzed. The survivors move on, are sent out, the rest are swept off the platform. He doesn't care, not really. Just another fight, another game to play. He always tries to stay and watch the voxels fall into the pits as the janitors clean. Sometimes Clu doesn't let him.
For fun, Clu will make him fight old squad members. Rinzler doesn't know who they are, neither do they. But he figures it out quickly, they move too similarly to him. Clu stops the fight before they get derezzed, usually.
Tronzler hates training. He knows too much, is too fast and too deadly. Easy for him is death to another. He only fights the best, they barely survive. If he could never train them, he would, but The Grid needs it's protection, and he will fulfill his purpose.
#Tron hc#I needed to be sad about him again#I think after everything#He becomes the 'run yourself into the ground' type of person#Eventually someone figures out how much Tronzler hates training and stops it#but it takes a while (and a dozen traumatized programs)#Does he train Sam? Not at all#I think he refuses to even use his disc near the users if possible#Never going to harm one again#On purpose or accident
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DPxDC Writing prompt: A new circus is in town appeared seemingly overnight, a circus of meta humans with red eyes and equally terrifying and wondrous acts. Itâs suspicious as all hell and even more suspicious when Jason suddenly feels overwhelmingly compelled to join it when he sees the commercial for it on the TV. Seriously, where the hell did this âCircus Gothicaâ even come from?
Ok hear me out; yâknow in that one episode where weâre introduced to Freakshow and he brainwashes Danny but then itâs ok because heâs saved by his friends?
What if Sam and Tucker and been too late? If Danny had been successful taken?
What if no one believed Sam and Tucker when they said Danny had been kidnapped and heâs not a runaway?
And what if heâs been brainwashed for over 3 years while travelling in the Circus, the only people caring enough to find him being unable to do anything about it?
And what if Freakshow made the mistake of preforming in Gotham where the Bats dwelled? And where theyâll take a deeper look into the circusâs suspicious behaviourâŠ
#dcxdp#this is just an excuse to have more sibling Danny & Jason#and an excuse to use Freakshow more as a villain#that fucker is TERRIFYING when you think about it#and creepy as all hell#I want to see him in more in fics during flashbacks#danny phantom#jason todd#Freakshow#circus au#I headcanon that Danny is somewhat more aware as the years go by but heâs still heavily under the influence#because heâs a halfa#and he got the werid biology#brainwashed au#idk what Iâm doing with Jack and Maddie in this fic#bad parents?#i guess so#Jazz?#sheâs going feral#same with Sam and Tucker#but theyâre minors so they canât do anything#Jazz canât pinpoint and get to the circus in time whenever it stops#Danny is really edgy due to the orbâs influence so I can imagine if Jazz does get there in time that heâll just dismiss her#or tell her to fuck off#look heâs been under the influence of the orb for years rn#give him a break#No one bats an eye at the REALLY suspicious stuff because of the orbâs influence or the circus just up and leaves before an investigation#seriously#itâs hard tracking a magical ghost train#and the ghosts working there overshadow the authorities whenever things get too heated
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to me john winchester is like. worst man alive. just wants to do right by his family. cares about his sons more than anything in the world but puts them in life-threatening danger every single day. hubris and arrogance of a god and never believes they will actually die despite the fact that he also has the paranoia and terror and deep intense mistrust of the world of eight year old me. treats both his sons like his soldiers, his eldest son like his surrogate wife/best friend/coparent/counsellor, his youngest son like the troubled-drug-addict-bad-boyfriend problem child miles before he ever actually does anything problematic to john and even then just because he has hobbies and wants to go to college.
wants them to be happy and themselves and have good lives, but thinks he needs them to be mini-him and good at fighting and not much else, and that takes priority. 'wants' all sorts of good things for them but just keeps postponing those good things until he avenges their mother until in a second their childhood's gone by. feels deep immeasurable guilt for everything he's done and knows he's ruined his children's lives. damages them in a hundred different ways, one third that he realises at the time and decides to do anyway, another third that he's unaware of at the time and realises later, and the last third that he'll never realise and never take back.
loves them miles too much and still not enough for it to matter. teaches them both that they're the only things that matter in the world and that they don't matter at all. still fervently believes that everything he did was for the best and was needed and had to be done, and always will.
#to elaborate its like.#things john knows are bad while he does them: raising them on the road without a home. raising them only to hunt and kill above all.#ignoring what they want.#things john realises more are bad in hindsight than he did at the time: parentifying dean (though he sort-of knows while this is happening#too) and 'putting too much' on him. isolating sam and dean from any potential friends or connections outside of him and each other.#things he probably will never realise are bad: the 'drunken rages' and moments of lost control - because i think in his head they just Didn#Happen - he can accept hes a bad father but only in ways that can be justified ways that were to do with hunting. treating sam like a mix#between a cursed object to be protected at all costs and a train destined to go off the rails (he will always think this was justified). hi#word being law above all#john winchester#precanon#sam & john#dean & john#spn#oliver talks#supernatural
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back on my bullshit (meeting men im in love with). Ben Schwartz is so kind and tall :-) I didnât totally freeze like when I met the Jonas brothers but the selfies we took are blurry so đ
(at least I have these bc I told sam to record the whole thing heheheh)
#also the show was great#I had to slap sam many times bc she was choking from laughter#ben schwartz#bro how did i forget my personal tag for ben#ben schwartz my beloved#me#also forgot me tag#editing tags after the fact to recount the entire experience#so we waited outside for about 10 minutes and I had no expectation of how long it usually takes for him to come out and take pictures#he comes out without a mask which is surprising to me and says âyou guys wanna take some pictures?â#we all just kinda form a non sensical blob (thereâs maybe like 10 ppl total) around him#Brandon Katie and Eugene hang back towards the stage door unsure if anyone wants to chat with them#Iâm gushing over how tall and handsome Ben is to my sister who is ready to record our interaction once he gets to me#as I listen to him chatting with the other fans I canât help but smile and say to my sibling âheâs so sweetâ every minute#he meets someone who has a cool sketchbook of the skits from the show that he wants to take a picture of#but they need to write their handle so he says heâll talk with some others and get back to them#so he does and then later I see the girl ready to talk to him again off to the side#so I tell her âyou can go ahead and finish talking to himââ and sheâs like âare you sure?â and Iâm like duh!#finally itâs my turn and he looks at me and says âhi Iâm Benâ#yes Benjamin Joseph Schwartz I know#he sees me holding my phone and immediately sides steps to get into selfie mode as I ask him if heâll sign my Jean Ralphio figure#he steps back to Be in front of me âyes of course!â#what insane media training he has#he says âIâve seen this! this is the first one Iâve ever signedâ#upon seeing the figure he says âitâs beautifulâ lol#heâs concerned that the sharpie I brought will not show up and I mention that it was probably a bad one to bring because itâs pastel#he signs and holds it up (as you can see in the first photo) to make sure itâs visible#he hands it back to me and I thank him and he says âdo you want to take a picture?â#and I say âI would love to!â and then I hold the Jean Ralphio figure and he looks to my sibling assuming sheâs taking the picture#sheâs like âno Iâm just here for moral support!â
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I think what is missing with 4-sided Dive that Talks Machina had was a third party to have those character discussions with. It's not the same with a fellow PC. Also someone with interviewing abilities, sometimes I feel like they meander so much.
And I do like to watch them talk, I do watch old episodes of AWNP, fireside chat, etc, but for discussing the game/campaign I think the mechanics of it muddles with the flow.
I personally feel no value is added from the tower of inquiry or the cup questions, though I don't mind the game playing at the end since at this point who had their curiosity satisfied can simply leave, but answering while playing which they tried doing at least once I watched didn't work at all.
Edit: Btw when I say no value is added I mean the format (being in a cup, pulling from the tower) and not the questions themselves.
#and. idk about y'all. but the broom bit just goes over my head#does anyone actually find that funny?#i can see some of them either don't want or don't like 'hosting'#them reading off the teleprompter also ruins the mood#i wish there was someone prepared to guide them through these conversations#maybe not dani bc she's prone to adding her own insights. which i like! but not in a host#SOMEONE TO CONTROL SAM#i *love* him but he derails so much#anyway. I'm not saying 4sided dive is doomed. but I think it has a *long* way to go before it's on TM level#unless you hated brian then all I'm saying must sound like bs xD#AND btw i have no nostalgia for TM. I hopped on this train in c3 and I haven't watched c2#i just really enjoyed their conversations#talks machina#4-sided dive#critical role#cr stuff#4 sided dive#(late addendum: this was written b4 the shitty dude's debacle. im really sad he ruined to show for everyone that admired him in the past#BUT i still recognize the value it had. not just from his hosting but from the format. the questions submitted#while my opinion remains. my admiration for him does not. i still wish for a host for the new show. obviously someone different)
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i think watching goodbye stranger changed me as a person
#literally WHAT the fuck#great meg. great megstiel too obviously. great sam & meg interaction too actually#great dean & meg also !!!!!! i love them interacting so bad#But. wgat the fuck#it's so crazy. it's so crazy. oohhh goodbye stranger it's been nice but by the morning i must go feel no sorrow feel no shame (i dont#remember the lyrics help)#It's just. ppl always talk abt it obvs but what do you mean cas was brainwashed and forced to kill his friend God only knows how many times#and hearing dean say he NEEDED HIM (no matter what miscommunication happened) BROKE THE DAMN CONTROL CONNECTION#And them he leaves.#IT'S MAKING ME CRAZY (and emotional actually..) CAS ALL BY HIMSELF ON THAT DAMN TRAIN BUS WHATEVER#i can reason with him. hes a good man .............#also dean can never fucking win can he. sees his bestie flirting with his demon friend and then bares his soul to said bestie only to have#him fucking LEAVE HIM#(i prayed to you cas! every night!) i dont know dean if hes so sketchy why were you praying to him? (i dont pray because it's like begging)#spn really DOES unlock some kind of secret emotion what the hell#really makes me give some sort of vague soulful stare towards the horizon without actually showing any discernible emotion on my face#fuck. give robbie thompson a million dollars or whatever#sandy speaks
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Eldest Sibling Tournament â Quarterfinals
#love dean but he only had one sibling to deal with#dicks had at least 10-15 siblings (conservatively guessing) not to mention lead his own team#AND took over the entire batfamily clan when bruce went missing#AND kept them pretty uncodependent all things considered#AND his baby brother also died when he was â20 and he managed to handle an entire new sibling on top of his elderly grandfather#and incredibly emotionally unstable father#AND he is able to leave his siblings and let them move on/let himself move on from the family and not drag them back into their life#AND he took his fathers (incredibly stressful) place as the head of the family and helped to lead the justice league while grieving said#father despite the fact that he never wanted the role#look i love dean. i do i swear. but as good of a brother/parent he is. objectively that whole relationship was toxic as fuck.#like deans entire life is pinned on sam. despite being incredibly meaningful that puts so much pressure on sam#and i agree that sam was probably happier hunting than not but dean has shown to#disregard sams opinions and choices when he disagrees with him. and granted often times i agree that sams decisions have a tendency to#be shit he should be allowed to make them and be trusted to know what he wants#all in all as much as i love dean he simply does not trust sam to make good choices which is an issue when hes a fully grown adult#dick however is able and willing to trust his siblings to make their own choices and mistakes (granted i probably would have kicked up#a bit more of a fuss when it came to kid robin after jason died)#but he can trust his siblings to be smart and have his back.#and he did help train tim so that probably helped him w/ the whole robin post-jason situation#hes also willing to let his younger brother (17-18) who albeit is a genius take charge of the families entire company which ya know#is kinda wild to me but he doesnt seem to mind.#batfamily#supernatural
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Okay. Is it delusional of me to try to signal to this guy in my class that I like him⊠through my choice of earrings
#okay hear me out. itâs an online class#so itâs not as if i exactly have opportunities to talk to him outside the class⊠we kind of just enter the meeting; the lecturer talks#thereâs some learner engagement (almost entirely from people who are not me; iâm not gonna lie)#and then the class ends. i mean if i wanted to talk to him i could message him on slack but thatâs⊠so much#i guess i could blast in there like âhey sam howâre you doingâ but⊠who does that#i mean someone did do that to me but that was in like week 2 of the class. you donât do it in week⊠*checks notes* TEN???#(oh weâre codenaming him sam now because apparently!!! iâm unwell enough to need to name him here and iâm not using his actual name because#even though itâs a common name; fuck that entirely)#so anyway. sam likes to do a rubiks cube. twice now when weâve been given a task to do iâve seen him finish before the time limit and start#solving a cube and iâm ngl i like his hands and weâll leave that train of thought THERE#well. it just so happens that i own a pair of rubiks cube earrings. theyâre not actual cubes; itâs like a 2d drawing of a rubiks cube#backed by plastic. i bought them literally just because theyâre cute. i think i was looking for dice earrings and found these#theyâre not like super gaudy imo but they are one of my bigger earring pairs⊠eclipsed only by the tennis themed ones tbh#and the dog ones i bought because they looked like mabel đ„Č#so what iâm thinking is i wear the rubiks cube earrings because honestly the worst case scenario is just that he doesnât notice and no one#notices and nothing happens. iâm not sure what iâm expecting TO happen actually⊠itâs not as if heâs going to slide in my dms like âdid you#wear those because you like meâ âyes sam yes i did. and if i had redheaded programmer earrings i would wear those too#that is how much i like youâ#probably all that will happen is the most talkative person in class (who usually gets in early & strikes up a conversation with somebody;#either the teacher about his dog or one of us about a project) will compliment me on them and iâll be like âoh thanks! i love cubesâ#and stare into samâs soul and he wonât be able to tell itâs him iâm looking at because thereâs 12 of us all in a mosaic#so. that. i DO hope no one asks me if i can actually do a rubiks cube though because no i absolutely cannot but sam can & itâs embarrassing#personal
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scary my god you're divine
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pairing || bucky barnes x f!reader
word count || 3235
summary || he would do anything for you.
warnings || smut! dom! bucky x sub! reader, possessive! bucky, a little bit of subspace, choking, little bit of exhibitionism kink, minor pain play, daddy kink (only three times okay i'm sorry i am who i am), degradation, unprotected sex
author's note || 18+ ONLY. not proofread yet. my very first request in a very long time! Anonymous asked: Could you write a Dombucky x Subreader? And if you wouldn't mind jealous!bucky, already established relationship and his dog tags on reader? hope you enjoy nonnie! as always feel free to send in requests or any asks! feel free to reblog! enjoy!
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Today, a select few from the team are supposed to train the new agents, preparing them for the physical aspect of being an agent. Some made it fun or tolerable, like Steve and Sam, who were born leaders and charismatic. Natasha and Wanda enjoyed supervising the sparring sessions. Tony and Bruce enjoyed using technology to throw new obstacles at the agents.
Sometimes literally.
Unfortunately, your grumpy boyfriend, Bucky, just did not find any joy in training days. He didnât like giving out instructions and praise unless it was you who was under him. He didnât like supervising weak punches and miscalculated throws. And technology was just a straight-up no for him.
Usually, he could make himself useful with Steve, throwing out no-nonsense orders without making himself a massive part of the effort.
You were taking the elevator down to the gym floor. Fury had instructed you to check everything out and ensure everything went according to the itinerary.Â
The doors open, and you glance around to ensure no immediate problems before letting your gaze fall on Bucky; his eyes are already on you. You offer him a bright smile, which he returns with a smirk, and your stomach flutters like it does every time you see him. Youâre about 7 feet away from your boyfriend before you feel a hand on your lower back. You startle and turn around to face the newest agent. He has quickly climbed through all of SHIELDâs tests and proven himself to be of great value. He chatted you up last week at Tonyâs charity ball, and you tried to let him down gently since you were already happily taken. Bucky was on a mission that day, and you didnât want to add to his mental load by telling him about some punk who wouldnât leave you alone.
Apparently, said punk, cannot take no for an answer.
âBack for more, cutie? You finally break up with your imaginary boyfriend?â Marcus teases, but really, he sounds more taunting than playful. You glance over your shoulder as you move away from his grip, and you already see Bucky glaring directly at the spot where Marcusâ hand was on your back. The stopwatch he was holding in his flesh hand shatters, and he doesnât even flinch when Steve and Sam apologize for him, asking what was wrong as discreetly as they could but one glance over to where you were uncomfortably held hostage by the lean brunet man told them everything they needed to know.Â
Bucky cracks his neck, rolling his shoulders up as he stalks towards you two. His looming presence is felt before you can see him in your peripheral vision. You glance up at him and take an instinctive step back toward his hulking body, breathing a sigh of relief because Marcus has to let up now.
He doesnât.
âOh hey, Sergeant Barnes, if you donât mind Iâm actually trying to talk to this chick soâŠâÂ
The way he talks about you as if youâre not right there makes you physically recoil. Buckyâs eyes harden; heâs not even squaring up to his full stature, and he already easily dwarfs Marcus. Bucky takes a step forward, and everyone in the room comes to a standstill. Everyone shuddering at the sheer anger rolling off of Bucky and the stupidity of Marcus.
Marcus huffs out a laugh. Maybe he gets a little pasty when heâs nervous because he seems to be digging himself a deeper hole when he says something about how many girls fall at his feet and Sarge, you've got to calm down. Sheâs not worth all that.
In an instant, Steve and Sam command everyone to return to their tasks, and the room begins to bustle again, but with a specific weary energy that was not there before. The very next second, Marcus is picked up by the collar of his black t-shirt and slammed against the wall, the room rattling with the force of it as all the recruits try to ignore the spectacle before them.Â
âTouch her again, and I will kill you,â Bucky promises. âIf you look at her, I will kill you. If you even think about her, I will fucking kill you. Understand?â His voice is a low grumble, the words resounding and reverberating as you watch Marcus sputter out panicked apologies and his flailing body while Bucky still looks so self-assured and composed. It's as if heâs not scaring a man to death while simultaneously making you drool.
You call out Buckyâs name, and he looks at you over his shoulder, pinning Marcus with one final glare and shove before letting him go as the agent does the walk of shame to the washroom. Itâs almost like youâre frozen in your spot. Youâve seen Bucky get aggressive on missions before, but watching him be so willing to defend you, stand up for you when you couldnât, not even hesitating for a second when he threatened to kill for you. And the worst part is, you were confident he was dead serious.Â
Even worse, something about the principle of the situation was really doing it for you.
On the outside, it might have seemed like you were in shock or panic due to the agentsâ actions, so Bucky whisked you away to a private interrogation room on the floor above the gym. The whole elevator ride there, his hand is protectively on your lower back, and you just watch the rigid set of his jaw and the anger and possessiveness written all over his features with unmistakable doe eyes. The air in the elevator is thick, and neither of you says a word. Before you know it, Bucky is easily lifting you and placing you on the metal table in the middle of the dull room, and his eyes are scanning yours for any hint of panic or if youâre upset. His hands cup your face gently, the cool vibranium soothing against your heated skin, and he finally breaks the silence. âYouâve gotta say something, baby. Are you okay? After this, that idiotâs going to be gone. Iâm sorry if seeing me like that upset you, sweetheart-â Your rushed words cut off his ramble, âI thought that was really hot.â You say quietly and watch as Buckyâs face contorts from one of worry to one of confusion.Â
âThe way you stood up for me, you were so nonchalant about killing for me. I canât lie, James. That kind of did something for me.â You continue, biting your lip and scanning him for his reaction, hoping he didnât take your words in the wrong way.Â
Heâs silent for a moment. His chest moving steadily with each breath against yours.Â
The next moment, his lips are pressed against yours, and you let a surprised squeak out. Your mouth slots open when his wandering hands roughly squeeze your thigh through your satin pants, getting dangerously close to the heat pulsing between your thighs. Taking advantage of your open mouth, Bucky slips his tongue inside your mouth and you buck your hips to seek some friction against your needy core. The kiss is passionate and renders your breathless as he consumes all of your senses. All you can think, see, smell, hear, and feel is James.Â
His name falls from your lips in a gasp, you reluctantly pull away to catch your breath, letting your head lull to the side when he peppers sloppy kisses all over your jaw, trailing down your neck and biting and licking on your sweet spot. You swat at his firm bicep, âYouâre gonna leave a mark James, stop it.â Your attempt at scolding him is weak, even to your own ears.
You feel Bucky smirk against your sensitive neck, his wandering hands cupping your ass and shamelessly groping and swatting at you. âOh really? Thatâs too bad baby. Gonna be a pain to cover up.â He remarks, voice dripping in cockiness.
You scoff and bite back a whimper when he grinds his undoubtedly hard length against your clothed center. Your hands shoot out to stabilize yourself by holding onto his shoulders, a shiver crawling up your spine when a particularly slow grind nudges your aching clit. âYouâre such a bad influence you know that?â Your voice lacks any real conviction. Your hips move in tandem with his, both of you sharing messy kisses and your bodies thrumming with lust and pent up energy.Â
âIâll kill anyone who even thinks about looking at you.â Bucky says assuredly, and you canât help the mewl that escapes your lips at his words. Your hands shakily going to undo his black jeans as he messily pulls yours pants down, being considerate enough not to rip them considering there was still a little more than an hour until the SHIELD training day was over. âBucky I need you, need you to please-â Your voice is shaky and desperate, as you struggle to unbutton his jeans. He shushes you gently, cooing at you sweetly as he easily unbuttons his jeans, just enough for you to promptly pull out his erect cock. Your mouth practically waters at his length and girth, and you spit onto your hand and begin rubbing his length, swiping your thumb gently over the tip making him hiss and push his hips into your hand.Â
You bite your lip and look up at him through hooded eyes, and he slaps your hand away before tearing your panties in half, the top half covering your swollen clit and the bottom scrap of fabric falling limply against the cool table. You barely have time to scold him for ripping your panties before heâs shoving his whole length inside you in one fluid thrust. Your back arches, your legs wrapping around his waist as your buddy erupts in a shiver, a short scream escaping your lips. He swallows the noise with his mouth pressed against yours as he grunts into your mouth, waiting only a short second before he begins to thrust inside you. His thrusts are slow but hard, making the heavy metal table scrape against the floor with the force of each pass of his hips into yours.Â
âYouâre mine, mine to touch. Mine to have. Mine to take care of.â Bucky grunts out, his movements picking up in pace as emotion swirls in his voice, his metal hand covering your neck, forcing you to stay upright in a position that allowed you to feel all of him. You sob out, digging your nails into his bicep and nodding your head, already succumbing to that foggy feeling you felt when you were so close to your boyfriend. He tuts at you, swatting your face with his flesh hand with enough force to make you moan out and clench around his length.Â
âNuh-uh sweetheart, youâre not going dumb on me that quick. Use your words, tell me youâre mine. Tell me Iâm yours.â His voice is commanding and you force yourself to look at him, pulling on his shirt and tugging on his dog tugs to get him closer, your foreheads pressing against each other as his thrusts continue to get faster. âIâm yours James, only yours. Youâre only mine. No one else. Just you.â Your words are slurred as he groans out a good girl in approval and decides that he wants your shirt off. He skillfully manages to slip your navy blue long-sleeve off and unhooks your bra in one motion, freeing your tits to the cold air of the room, forcing the buds into sensitive peaks which Bucky is quick to take advantage of. His hands squeeze and pull at your tits, tugging and pinching cruelly at your nipples making you whine.Â
Your bodies are pressed so close to one another, each pull of his hips making his pelvis rub against your aching clit, stray tears streaming down your face and your chest heaving and pushed up against Bucky.
If anyone were to walk in right now the picture would be nothing short of debauched. You completely bare on the table, Bucky completely clothed. Getting absolutely plowed if the screech of the metal against the floor was anything to go by. Your moans get higher in pitch and volume making Bucky grunt, another swat to your cheek making your brain foggy. âShut the fuck up slut. You want everyone to see you getting fucked like the bitch in heat you are?â But if your moans and increasing wetness are anything to go by, yes, a deep and dark part of you does want that. Bucky laughs at you, shaking his head in faux disbelief and you wrap your lips around his dog tags, enjoying the soothing sensation brought by the cool metal. Bucky looks down at your lips wrapped around the dog tags he never seemed to take off and he let out a wrecked sound. You clench around him at the sound making his rhythm falter.
Before you can even process the loss of his proximity, your back is flat against the table and his dog tags are now around your neck, landing on your chest and glimmering in the dull fluorescent lighting of the room. Bucky slams himself back inside of you, the unmistakable squelch of your wetness filling up the room alongside both of your noises of pleasure. Your high-pitched and pornographic mewls and his low grunts and deep groans. You cry out his name as your head lulls to the side, eyes shutting in bliss as your fingers move to give your aching clit some attention. But Bucky lets out a disappointed grunt, grabbing your jaw in his hand and forcing you to maintain eye contact. âLook away from me again and I wonât let you cum for a fucking week stupid baby.â Bucky threatens. âYou better fucking pay attention to whoâs fucking you dumb. No need to close your eyes and imagine when youâve got the real thing right here.â
Each of his words ignites a newfound purpose in Bucky as he pounds into you impossibly harder, his hand swatting against your cheek again and wrapping around your neck, keeping you in place to take all of his thrusts. He knows you always struggle to keep your eyes open and you donât doubt that he will follow through on his threat. He has always enjoyed testing your weakness and pushing your limits.Â
âFeels sâgood. Youâre so big Jamie. Sâbig, so good sâtoo good.â Your words are breathy and frail, your fingers rubbing quick circles around your aching button. A mean laugh rumbles in his chest as he watches the way his dog tags move with your tits, the sight is intoxicating and fuels Bucky to continue his torment. âThere she is my dumb little baby. Couldnât help yourself huh? Canât help the way your brain goes quiet when I have my dick inside you.â His words should be humiliating but they only spur you on, your fingers on the verge of cramping but the jolts of pleasure are so overwhelming you canât stop. âJusâ need you. Need you to make it better. âM yours Daddy, only yours.âÂ
âThatâs it baby, I know, I know it feels so good huh. Daddyâs here baby, Daddyâs gonna take care of his needy baby.â Buckyâs head falls back on a moan when you clench around him, your walls pulsing and a ring of cream forming around the base of his cock. Your orgasm was surely just a few moments away and Buckyâs lips curled up in a smirk.
He folds your legs at the knee, sliding you closer to him with the pressure he has on your throat, the angle making him rub against your sweet spot with each deliriously pleasurable thrust. You squeal out his name, getting even louder than before and he shoves his dog tags into your mouth, muffling your garble out unintelligeble pleads to cum. With one hand Bucky squeezes your throat, and with the other he pinches at your nipples, tugging the sensitive flesh before trailing his hand down your body and slapping your hand away from your clit, he moves his lips down to your ears, licking up your earlobe before whispering his command, âCum. Cum right fucking now or you donât get to cum at all.â His fingers pinch your clit and the sudden burst of pain has you tensing your legs up, squealing out nonsense around the dog tags in your mouth and reaching your peak. Your body shakes against the table as Bucky pounds you through your high, his words of encouragement falling on deaf ears as you teeter between consciousness and unconsciouness. His body overwhelming your mind and soul.Â
His fingers release your throat and you look up at him with watery eyes, bringing him down to rest your foreheads against each other as he nears his own high. Your lips are pressing against each other, âThere isnât a single person in the world I wouldnât kill for you. I would do anything for you. You are everything to me.â Bucky murmurs in a pussy-drunk stupor. But the words are true, he has said them to you before and will say them a thousand times again. You taught him how to live again, not just survive.Â
A broken cry falls from your lips from sensitivity and Buckyâs impassioned thrusts turn sloppy as he moans out your name, pulling you impossibly closer as he fills you with his cum. At the feeling of being completely stuffed by him, your second release is triggered and you shake in his hold as he comes down from his high. He presses lazy kisses against your lips and rubs his hands soothingly up and down your body, easing you out of your submissive state. He gently pulls himself out, using the handkerchief he carries around to wipe your thighs clean, but letting his cum keep your pussy messy. He quickly wipes himself off and helps you dress yourself.Â
A few more giggly kisses and youâre pretty much ready to go back down to the gym. Just in time to catch the final thing on todayâs agenda: sparring. Bucky walks one step behind you, his hand back again on your lower back protectively as a path is cleared to the front of the ring where your friends are supervising Marcus and another recruit preparing for the second round of their match. Natasha and Wanda offer you knowing smirks and you roll your eyes with heat creeping up cheeks as you shyly glance up at Bucky through your eyelashes to find him already looking at you with a stupid smile. He presses a gentle kiss to your cheek and watches with intent as Steve and Sam coach their respective agents.Â
âLooking strong, Marcus!â Bucky calls out and you swat his chest making him laugh. Marcus takes one look at you, Buckyâs dog tags now around your neck and falling on your shirt, teeth imprints on your neck, and swollen lips. Poor Marcus falters, and the other recruit takes advantage of his distraction and easily tackles him to the ground, winning the second round. Bucky takes a single step closer to the ring where Sam is helping Marcus up, and the smirk on your arrogant boyfriendâs face is adorable. âBetter luck next time buddy,â he says supportively. Sam flicks Bucky in the forehead, unable to hide the smile on his face, âDumbass.â
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Pick Me
Bucky x readerÂ
The new recruit has her eyes set of a certain set of super soldiers. Especially your super soldier.Â
warnings: jealously, Angsty bangsty, but also so fluffy fluffy and smutty, clueless Bucky, he really means no harm, go easy on him.
A/n - editing to add: when I first started writing this I loved the concept and wrote a large chunk but then I left it for months cause I struggled to actually finish writing it. This wasnât even the original ending I had planned but I just wanted to finish it so yes Bucky shouldâve done way more, pretend there was a time jump where he does a better job with earning forgiveness đ„Č
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âEveryone, meet Nicole, our newest recruit for the field agent training programâ Tony walked into the common room where you were sprawled out on the couch with Nat, Sam and Wanda while a young woman walking confidently behind him. âSheâs going to be staying with us for a couple of months to train before she goes onto the the fieldâ Tony turned back to her, bringing her to his side.Â
âIâm sure you know everyone but let me introduce you to them anyway. This is the very Natasha, Wanda, Sam and y/nâÂ
âHey Nicoleâ You gave her a warm smile, happy to welcome her while everyone else also got up to greet her. âNice to meet youâÂ
âOh, ew, just call me Nic! I donât really go by Nicoleâ She scrunched her face at the sound of her full name, her eyes scanning the room, clearly looking for someone. âDonât suppose the very Captain America and Sergeant Barnes are here?âÂ
The hopeful uptick in her voice made it clear thatâs who sheâd been searching for. Right on cue, the two super soldiers walked into the living room on their way to the kitchen after a morning run.Â
âSpeak of the devils and I do mean devilsâ Tony snorted beckoning the men to meet the new recruit. âRogers, Barnes, this is Nicole, preferably NicâÂ
âHello handsomeâ She gave Bucky a bashful smile before turning to Steve and batting her lashes, âand handsomeâÂ
âNice to meet youâ Steve reddened at the way she gripped onto his hand before slinking over to the brunette, purposely sticking out her left hand so heâd shake with his metal one. âAnd you SergeantâÂ
Bucky gave her a smile and quick shake, excusing himself to get some water while Steve quickly trailed behind him. Tony went on to take her to her room which was on the same floor as yours, all the other spare rooms occupied by a few others who had already started training. Nicole returned to the living room moments later with sweats and a hoodie, her hair tied up, plopping down onto the sofa beside Sam.Â
âHey, were doing a girls night, movies, junk food, wine, you wanna join us?â Nat offered with a smile hoping to make the new recruit feel more welcome even though a part of her was wary.Â
âItâs a lot of fun, I was just about to get some snacks for tonight, let me know what you likeâ You add with a smile, only to be met with a scoff.
âMmm, hard pass on that, wine isnât really my thing, thanks thoughâ She gave the group a tight lipped smile before turning back to the two super soldiers who had also joined at some point, scrolling through phones they finally knew how to use.Â
âWhat are you boys up to tonightâ She threw them a smile while laying back on the couch and kicking her feet up, letting her hoodie ride up in the process.Â
âBucky and I were actually just going get in a work out, nothing much tonightâ He said with a smile, not noticing the way Nicoleâs eyes lit up.Â
âOh wow I actually havenât been by the gym yet but I guess itâll be where I spend most of my time for the programâÂ
âYou could join us if youâd like, we can show you aroundâ Bucky offered, also missing the smirk that crossed her face, only seeing her bounce right up with an enthusiastic nod.Â
âReally? That would be great, Iâd really appreciate it!âÂ
âOf course, anytime. Weâre just about to head down soonâ Bucky stretched as he got up, along with Steve, waiting for her to change before heading down. She got up and went off to her room while you picked at the skin on your fingers. You felt a pang of something at the pit of your stomach at Buckyâs offer but you knew he was just trying to make the girl feel like she was part of the team. He knew more about feeling left out than anyone else; of course heâd never want anyone else to feel the same way.Â
Still.
Something was off.
You shook off the inkling of insecurity you felt, not wanting to over think his intentions. You and Bucky were not official yet but everyone knew there was tension and a clear unspoken dynamic between you both. It was just a matter of time. Unless he had his sights on the new girl...
No.
He wouldnât do that.Â
Right?
*****
âSheâs getting really comfortable around those twoâ Nat cocked an eyebrow watching Nicole have a field day sparring with the two men, throwing herself onto Bucky in particular, giggling when heâd help correct her stance or catch her before she slipped. Every since she joined them at the gym, she made a point to only work out when they were both there, finding excuses when anyone else would offer to help her train.Â
âI guess they are really experienced, so it makes sense...â Your voice trailed off, trying to reason why she was practically glued to their side, again ignoring the uneasiness you felt when Bucky picked her up with ease and set her back on her feet.Â
âUh-huh, weâre all experiencedâ Nat rolled her eyes, plastering on a fake smile when the three finished up on the sparring mat, making their way over to the both you. âYou three have a good workout?âÂ
Steve blinked, noting the iciness In Natâs voice though Nicole seemed unbothered.Â
âTheyâre great, canât beat having the two best soldiers train meâ She drawled out, giving them a wink. Bucky couldnât help the blush that spread to his cheeks, not used to being praised and you couldnât help the jealously that started to gnaw at you again.Â
No.
Relax.Â
âAnytime, Nicâ He shrugged while Nat retched internally, deciding to cut through that conversation before it went further.Â
âYou know, if you come by in the afternoons, Agent Hill hosts a great self-defense workshop for women, great way for you to do some networking as wellâ Nat gauged the way Nicoleâs nose scrunched, shaking her head.Â
âWomenâs workshop, soundâs like a drama fest waiting to happen, honestly most of my friends are guys, makes life easier, thanks thoughâ her eyes didnât leave the brunette, placing herself perfectly between both soldiers. âBesides, Iâm pretty good with self-defense already, that's why I got these two helping me with a little extraâÂ
âAnyway! Y/n and I were talking about the event Stark is hosting later night. Youâre both coming, right?â Nat looked at the two men before her, purposely avoiding the Nicole but it didnât seem to matter.Â
âAre you coming as well?â Bucky asked her, her eyes lighting up again, quickly recomposing herself after. âYou could meet a few of the other agents too, get to know some more peopleâÂ
âUh sure, I could come by for a bitâ She shrugged, coming off as indifferent while shaking with excitement on the inside. âThanks, SargeâÂ
You sucked in a breath at the name she kept calling him, always dropping a suggestive tone in her voice. Or maybe you were over thinking it. It was perfectly plausible she was just being nice to the person who was making an effort to make her feel welcomed. Maybe she had bad experiences in other places that made her wary of women, hence why she only stuck to all the guys on the team. You tried to wrack you brain for answers that would make you feel a little better but came up short.Â
But you didnât want to be petty.Â
You were more mature than this.Â
âWe have plenty of dresses if you want to come by and get ready togetherâ You offered again, mustering a smile, making a final attempt to befriend the new recruit but she didnât even look your way, fully focused on the brunette.Â
âUh- not really the dresses and heels type. Iâm more of a sneakers girl to be honestâ She tossed her pony tail over her shoulder, missing the way Natâs eyes nearly rolled out of her head while you nodded, watching her sway her hips as she walked off. âIâll drag myself over if Iâm feeling itâÂ
âOh-okay, then weâll just see you there!â You called after her while Nat dragged you off, uninterested in your constant attempts to be friendly.Â
âCâmon, lets get you ready. Iâm going to make you look so hot, Barnes ends up on his kneesâ The red head smirked while you squeaked, feeling your face heat up. âWeâre putting you in that red dress, the one that makes his pants feel too tight, donât think I didnât catch him adjusting himself the last time you wore itâ
âNat!â You hissed, hoping he didnât hear, the both of you in a fit of giggles as you made your way to your room. âOh my godâ you hid your face while she dug through your closet, pulling out the tiny dress that hugged your body perfectly, the red color making you stand out in the best way possible.Â
âGo shower while I get all the make up out, Iâm tired of miss pick me trying to get a buy one get one free deal with those twoâÂ
You snorted, hopping into the shower, letting the hot water destress your muscles, feeling a little more hopeful with the dress choice you were going with. Nat didnât waste any time; as soon as you were out, your hair was styled, make up done and heels strapped. You knew you looked good when both Sam and Tony did a double take, letting their eyes shamelessly linger on you with low whistles.Â
âYâknow if youâre done playing games with terminator, Iâd be happy to take his placeâ Tony wiggled his eyebrows while you giggled, taking a seat on the plush couch of the lounge where everyone else sat.Â
âWhat are you ladies drinkingâ Steve came over with a tray of drinks from the bar, already well aware of what each person liked to typically order.Â
âIâm good with a beerâ Nicole shrugged, rolling her eyes when you took the pink drink from the tray, âUgh, I donât know how you drink those, theyâre so sweet, do you even taste anything at that point?â
You shrugged, quietly taking a sip of the raspberry lemonade while she gulped her beer, signaling for another after slamming her bottle down.Â
âYou guys took forever to get ready, this is why I canât deal with makeup and dresses nâshitâ she snorted, directing her comment mostly at you, âThatâs a pretty bright color, I thought tonight was supposed to be lowkey?âÂ
âWell I think you ladies look beautifulâ Thor boomed, not catching the snark in Nicole's voice, his smile wide and voice completely sincere. âEspecially you, Lady y/nâÂ
âThank you Thunderâ You smiled, though the giddiness you felt initially had taken a second hit for the night. He beamed, setting down a bottle of Asgardian mead, searching for the two soldiers. Â
âAlright, where are the two that need thisâ He looked around for Steve and Bucky, since they couldnât get drunk off of regular alcohol. Bucky strode in clearly dressed to kill, in all black from head to toe. Steve joined his side, their faces lit up like it was Christmas day seeing the crystal decanter in the Godâs hands. Buckyâs eyes flicked back to you, his breath hitching in his throat, seeing you in his favorite dress.Â
âFuck sweets, you look-Â
âCâmon Sarge, how about a little competitionâ Nicole nudged Bucky, cutting off the trance he had on you, her shoulder pressing into his, biting her lip and eyeing the alcohol, âLetâs see how many shots we can doâÂ
âThis might be a lot to handle dollïżœïżœïżœ Bucky chuckled while you froze hearing what he called her. Her eyes lit up again, quickly glancing over to you, her eye brow quirking before leaning into him more.Â
Since when did he call anyone else doll.Â
You felt your stomach sink, taking another long sip of your drink instead, but nothing distracted you from the banter that was taking place before you.Â
âUgh, finee, Iâll stick to regular vodka, câmon Buckyyy, lets gooo!â She practically clung off him waiting for him to pour shots, inches away from crawling into his lap as he grabbed the bottles. You couldnât tell if the flush from his cheeks was from the alcohol or the constant giggles Nicole made whenever he spoke but either way, you didnât want to watch any longer.Â
âWhere are you goingâ Nat grabbed your arm as you got up to leave, though you didnât need to say anything for her to understand. Her green eyes glared at the tipsy solders who were now busy with a game of pool, surrounded by the rest of the team, Nicole practically crawling up Buckyâs legs each time it was his turn. âFor fucks sake-
âTheyâre just having fun, donât worry about itâ You stopped Nat before she stormed over, shaking your head. As much as you wanted to red head to have her way with any of the three at this point, you couldn't be bothered. You were not about to fight for Buckyâs attention; if he wanted to give it to you, he would...
Right?Â
You thought things would go back to normal at some point. But it didnât. Nicole made a point of training twice a day, anything to get her hands on the brunette. Anything to feel the cool metal of his hand on her. In fact sheâd taken up most of Buckyâs time outside of just training, always finding ways to tag along with Steve as well, all while avoiding the rest of the team.
*****
âWhat's wrong sweetsâ Bucky could tell something was on your mind while he stroked your back, his body still warm from the way he took you apart at least 3 times before filling you up till you were dripping and soaking his sheets. He had finally gotten an afternoon off, tossing you over his shoulder when he found you in the kitchen, not letting you get a word in as he shut the door behind him. You wanted to argue back that he couldnât just have access to you any time he felt like according to his convenience, but as soon as his soft lips were on you, you melted, turning into a moaning mess seconds later.Â
âI feel like I havenât seen you in agesâ You shrugged, toying with the corner of Buckyâs blanket, starting to feel more like you were just a body to warm his bed than someone he actually wanted to be with. âWe havenât really hung out recentlyâÂ
You had let yourself relax into his hold only for him to curse under his breath a second later after he noticed the time. He shifted you off him, making his way over to the closet to pull over his jeans and Henley before scrambling around for his wallet and keys.Â
âBucky, what are you-
âSorry doll, I forgot I promised to take Nicole to the corner diner, showing her around a little bit cause sheâll be staying for a few extra weeksâ
Fantastic.
âYou spend a lot of time with herâ You didnât want to come off as jealous, keeping your voice even, though you were close to tearing someone's head off. Bucky didnât seem to notice, humming in agreement while sitting at the edge of the bed to pull on his socks. Â
âYeah, sheâs fun!â Bucky said casually, which only made the weight in your stomach feel heavier. âShe almost beat Steve in MarioKart, just when he thought he was unstoppableâ
âHmâ You didnât bother saying anything else while Bucky threw on his jacket, patting down himself to be sure he didnât miss anything. He caught the way your face had fallen, his cool metal fingers slipping under your chin to tilt your face up.Â
âHow about we hang out after? Around 7, weâll watch a movie together, okay? Iâll grab dinner for us. Promise dollâ He kissed your forehead before jogging off, closing the door behind him.
You were ready by 6, too excited to wait till 7, having showered and changed into something comfy, laying out Buckyâs favorite snacks and adding a few more soft pillows to the bed. You knew it was still early so you didnât mind lounging around for a bit, anxiously checking the time as it neared closer and closer to when he was supposed to show up.Â
An hour later, it was 7.Â
Then 7:30.Â
And then 8.
By 9, you had left everything as is, blinking back the hot tears that wanted to spill, retreating back to your own room, not wanting to see him at all, even if he did have a good excuse for not showing up, which was highly unlikely. You shut the door, throwing on an oversized t-shirt and crawling into bed, burying yourself under the covers, no longer bothering to hold back the tears that began to soak your pillow.Â
****
Bucky cocked his head curiously, seeing his bedroom door left ajar, wondering why it was open when he definitely closed it before leaving. As soon as he stepped in, his heart dropped to his stomach seeing the pillows that were propped up against the headboard, his favorite snacks piled on the fluffy blanket, your fuzzy bunny slippers left behind beside his bed.Â
He cursed under his breath when he realized the time, remembering his promise to you, running straight to your room, only to find it closed with the lights turned off. He tried knocking only to be met with silence, carefully turning the handle and letting himself inside.Â
âDoll?â He felt his heart break further seeing the small lump under a mountain of blankets, curled up into a ball âOh, dollâ He strode over, sitting at the edge of your bed, careful not to wake you if you were asleep, his hand gently tucking a strand of hair from your face.Â
âWhatâ Your voice cracked, hoping heâd think its from sleep and not the fact that you had been crying.Â
âIâm so sorry sweets, we lost track of time, we went out to grab food and then Sam suggested we check out that new arcade just down the streetâÂ
We were supposed to do that you thought to yourself, swallowing down the lump in your throat, refusing to let your emotions get the better of you.Â
âAnd then Steve and Sam had to leave half way cause they had a mission early in the morning. Nicole wanted ice cream so we went by Carlaâs before coming back-
âYou took her to Carla's?â You cut Bucky off, your heart breaking further. That particular ice-cream shop always felt like something special you shared with Bucky, the place he took you to when neither of you could sleep. It was the place you shared your first kiss with him, the place where he said he felt something between the two of you. Itâs not like you owned the store but it felt like the final straw, your resolve finally breaking.Â
âYeah, I-
âJust go Buckyâ There wasnât a hint of iciness in your voice; just disappointment and defeat, both far worse than you being angry. Bucky froze, pulling your blanket away from you, only for you to push his hand away, burying yourself further into the sheets.Â
âDoll?â
âDonât call me thatâ It was the indifference in your voice that left him hurt and confused, mouth opening and closing, âPlease leaveâÂ
âSweets, I can make it up to you, I promise-âÂ
âItâs fine Jamesâ You shrugged, pulling the sheets higher up, not willing to speak anymore, knowing youâd burst into tears again if you did. Bucky reluctantly decided to let you sleep, figuring youâd hear him out the next day but no.
How wrong he was.Â
You avoided him in the morning.Â
And the day after that.Â
Nearly a week had gone by and you didnât spare him a second glance, always finding an excuse to evade him whenever he trailed behind you. It didnât help that Nicole attempted to stay glued to his side, not giving him chance to get you alone.Â
*****
âWhatâs with youâ Sam watched Bucky slump down onto the sofa, where everyone else lounged around, his face sullen from a lack of sleep, grumpiness amplified because why were you avoiding him so much?Â
âY/n isnât talking to meâ He shrugged, while Nat glared at him.Â
âI wonder whyâ the red head mumbled, rolling her eyes at his confusion.Â
âWhen was the last time you guys spokeâ Steve inquired, equally concerned about why you were ignoring his best friend. Bucky was the last person to share stories about his love life but at this point he was desperate. He recalled the events of the last time he spoke to you, promising a movie night, going out with Nicole, taking her for ice cream, running late, apologizing to you afterwards, where did he go wrong?Â
âI didnât mean to forget-Â
âBucky!â Nat slapped him upside the head while he yelped, looking at her with puppy eyes.Â
âWhat did I do?â
âBarnes, you absolute doorknob, you took her to all the spots you take y/n to, youâve been spending all your time making little miss Iâm one of the guys feel comfortable, youâve made y/n seem invisible and youâre wondering why sheâs not talking to you?â Bucky blinked while Nat continued, her annoyance only growing when she saw a message from Nicole pop up on Buckyâs phone.Â
âYou treat Nicole like your girlfriend. Imagine some new guy joins us, makes a point of eye fucking y/n the entire time, finding ways to constantly flirt with her and touch her, youâd be fine with it? Imagine he avoids hanging out with the guys but makes all the time in the world to chase after anything with breasts. On top of that, how would you feel if y/n went out of her way to make said guy feel more welcomed when he clearly just wants to get into her pants. Youâd be fine with it?!â
Bucky shook his head, though still not fully understanding because Nicole was just a friend, not someone heâd even be into. Plus, its not like she was into him like that, right?Â
âBut Nicole doesnât want to-â Bucky started, shutting his mouth when Nat nearly hissed, staring at him while he did the mental math, âNicole wants to get into my pants?â Bucky looked at Nat wide eyes, ducking the cushion she was about to whack at his face, all the pieces finally clicking together. He groaned, running a hand over his face, realization hitting him like a ton of bricks. Just as Sam and Steve were about to hum in agreement with Nat, she glared at them, their eyes growing wide.
âAnd youâ Nat turned to glare at Steve, his shoulders slumping when he realized he wasnât in the clear. He squeaked when Nat pulled his ear, giving it a squeeze, âWhat were you thinking. You didnât once think it was weird she only trained with you two? Havenât any of you noticed Nicole doesnât hang out with any of us, Just you?â Nat waved her hand at the men that sat before her, their dumb stuck faces only adding to her annoyance. âIdiotsâÂ
As much as Bucky wanted to hit his head onto a brick wall, he didnât have time to waste, immediately springing up from the couch to look for you. He checked everywhere he could but you were nowhere to be found. He was so desperate, he found himself shuffling outside of Tonyâs lab, hoping FRIDAY would give him your location.Â
âYouâre asking for a lot Barnes, y/n might add my name to the hit list if I tell you where she isâÂ
âPleaseâ Bucky was ready to beg on his knees while the billionaire huffed, watching the former assassin look like a lovesick puppy. He cocked an eyebrow, noting the glassiness of Buckyâs eyes on his desperate face, nodding before calling for FRIDAY to look for you. âAlso, I need another favor...âÂ
****
âY/n, babygirlâ Heâd never felt such relief before, seeing you make your way to your room, coming back from your hiding spot from the roof, the scowl on your face clearly showing you werenât trying to talk to anyone one your way over.Â
âOh, Iâm babygirl now? Has doll now been reserved for Nicoleâ You couldnât hold back the sneer in your voice, walking away faster, ignoring his calls.Â
âBaby, please!â
No.Â
âBaby, wait!â Bucky chased after you, not willing to let another day go by without you knowing exactly how he felt. He managed to get hold of your hand, gently tugging you towards his chest and spinning you till your back was against the wall, his chest nearly pressed to you. âPlease, I-I need to talk to you, tell you how I feelâÂ
âThereâs nothing to talk aboutâ
âYes there isâ His voice was earnest, baby blues searching your downcast eyes, his finger tilting your chin up to look at him, âThereâs so much to talk about, I adore youâÂ
âDo you also adore Nic?â You scoffed, while Buckyâs cheeks warmed with embarrassment, the pink spreading up to his ears.
âThereâs no Nic or Nicole, theres just a y/n, my y/n, only you dollâ You rolled your eyes at his response, trying to move away but Bucky wasnât having any of it, keeping you pressed against him, âIâm sorry darling, I didnât realize what she was doing or get her intentions. I thought she just wanted to get to know the team betterâ
âWowâ you huffed under your breath, wishing you had the space to flick the super soldiers forehead.Â
âI know, Iâm an idiot, and Iâm an even bigger idiot for not making it clear Iâm so utterly and desperately in love with youâ Bucky bit his lip as soon as the words left his mouth, heâd said everything under the sun except those words before. But they were true and heâd kept it inside long enough. âI love you, I love you, fuck, I love youâ
You squeaked in surprise when he scooped you up in his arms, tossing you over his shoulder, walking over to his bedroom, smiling when he felt your small fists hitting his back, your butt wiggling to be put back down.Â
âBarnes, put me down, you canât just say you love me and then carry me away like a complete ogre!â He set you down, kicking the door shut behind him before wrapping his arms around you tightly again, falling more in love with your irritated pouty face.Â
âI love you sweet girl. God, Iâm so in love with youâ
âYouâre an absolute idiotâ
âAn idiot who is in loveâÂ
âYouâre so cheesyâ You willed yourself not to smile, ignoring the butterflies that fluttered at his words and love struck eyes. âyouâre still a dickâ
âI know. Mâsorry angel, I didnât realize what I was doing, I never wanted to hurt you. I shouldâve known something was up when all she wanted to do was train 24/7 but I guess I misunderstood her intentions cause I didnât see her as anything else. Iâve only ever had eyes for you baby, you have my heart. You always willâÂ
âWhere is she right now anyway?â You melted into his chest, closing your eyes at the feeling of his lips pressing a kiss to the top of your head. âIsnât she supposed to be leaving soon?â Bucky didnât respond, his hands starting to wander your body instead, slipping up your shirt, rubbing soft circles on your hips. Without warning, he picked you up again, tossing you on the bed and pouncing on you, peppering your face with kisses.Â
âBucky what are you doingâ You giggled feeling his beard tickle your skin as he started to trail kisses down your neck.Â
âI may have requested Tony to have her stay an extra nightâ Your face twisted in confusion at his words but the devious look on his face made your tummy flutter.Â
âAnd he happily agreed because...â
âBecause...?â
âI want her to hear how good I can make the girl I picked feelâ Bucky smirked as he crawled off you, stripping his clothes off before tearing yours off immeitedly after. âMânot gonna waste another second, gotta let the whole compound know who my best girl isâÂ
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âOH G-GOD J-JAMES FUUCCCKKKâÂ
âThatâs it pretty princess, thatâs it, cum on my dick baby, my good girl, fuck youâre so good to me, look at that, God youâre soaked babyâ
âJesus Christâ Nicole huffed, no longer able to ignore the moans coming from Buckyâs room while the rest of the team pretended to be none the wiser, your loud love making carrying all the way down the hall. Bucky happily disabled the sound proofing in his room before pushing his cock in as deep as it would go, railing you into the mattress.Â
âBaby you look so pretty when youâre all stretched out like this, câmon you can take more, spread those legs for me baby, open up, câmon, lemme inâÂ
âHNG PleasepleasepleaseJamesâÂ
âSo perfect when you beg, cockâs all yours mama, mâall yours, go on and use me, thatâs it, ride this dick, you own meâÂ
âBucky, gonna-c-cum, gonna-cum!â
âCum for me princess, God I love youâÂ
âYou want a snack?â
âNick?â
âUh-Nicole?â
âHuh?â Nicole whipped her head around to where Steve was innocently holding out the bowl of popcorn, while Sam stood up to grab more snacks before the movie started. She stared at everyone surrounding her acting as if they couldnât hear the way you were screaming your vocal chords raw, the super soldier moaning louder than you, âN-no, Iâm fineâ
Tony cocked an eyebrow at the way her jaw clenched, mindlessly scrolling through her phone while Buckyâs thrusts punctuated with each word.Â
âYâfeel so. Damn. Good. baby, could spent my whole life like this making love to youâÂ
âFuck, I love you JamesâÂ
âUgh- theyâre so loudâ Nicole rolled her eyes again in hopes that someone would feel the same but all she got were blank stares back.Â
âI mean, terminator is practically in love with herâ Tony shrugged while the others nodded in agreement.
âTheyâre cute. Itâs about time they made it official, donât you think?â Nat asked sweetly staring directly at her while Steve tried to chime in as well, his cheeks burning hot pink between the sounds of skin slapping and moaning.Â
âThey sound so happy togetherâ he stuttered out while Sam snorted, choking from laughter.Â
âOh God, oh god, fuck-Jamie-JAMIEâÂ
âYup, real happyâ
âI-I think Iâm actually gonna call it at early night, stay at the recruiting center tonight insteadâ Nicole headed straight to the main doors without looking back, the rest of the team giving each other satisfied smirks.Â
Bucky collapsed beside you, panting, his short locks clinging to his forehead, a thin sheet of sweat covering his body. He truthfully stopped caring about what Nicole could or couldn't hear half way through, meaning every single word he said as he took you apart over and over again. You giggled at his shy smile when he pulled you into his chest, pulling the sheets over you both, kissing your forehead.Â
âI love you pretty girl. I love you so muchâÂ
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DPXDC prompt: Spiritual Siblings
Bruce: My assassin kid can't be that normal!
Damian: Well, Iâm completely emotionally stable by Amity Park standards. The problem is with you. Obviously.
~~~~~
Damian had long found peace and home in Amity, so he did not worry that the new family and Gotham might not accept him.
Sure, Al Ghul had lived without any contact with his biological father all these years but he could safely say that he had a happy childhood. First years were hard and he was raised more as a weapon than a human being. Even so, after that a ghost who decided to become his brother appeared and everything changed.
Damian still does not know what Ra's owes Phantom but Danny has a right to take him, without prior notification, to live with Fentons, to visit Aunt Alicia at her farm, and to make Vladâs weekends much less calm and boring. Danny jokes that he just steals him as a hostage when Al Ghul does not pay taxes for using Lazarus Pits. Whatever the reason, he already has a family that loves him.
However, he still wanted to make an effort to fit in this one too. The model of conduct certainly was his older brother. No, not the oldest, of course. To be honest Dan wasnât the kind of a man that could charm you from the first minute. But Danny, in Damianâs experience, had a calming effect on people. So he tried to act like him.
And, yeah, for lack of experience, he was more fun!Danny at home and super!Danny on patrol but he also really tried not to get any of his own assassin personality in his new-self and was tired of it. He couldnât get a 100% match. Fine. Still doesnât look like anyone in this house really likes him, so whatever.
Damian understood why Bruce didn't like his company. Jazz had long ago explained to him the importance of voluntary consent. His mother did a terrible thing. Al Ghul was not a child and therefore he was ready to admit it. However, he also understood that children were not responsible for the actions of their parents.
As a biosocial being, he wanted to be more than just a painful reminder of what had happened to Bruce. Wayne's ignoring of his existence was rude. But Damian wouldn't force this man to spend time with him just because he was legally obligated to take care of his well-being. He wasn't going to prove anything to Batman, and he definitely didn't need his attention. The care of his real family is enough.
But Damian really tried to get along with new potential siblings. He even shared Sam's and Dannyâs special jokes with some of adopted kids 'cause he didnât want them to feel like he put himself above them. He wasn't good at showing emotions but he was as open as the assassin could afford to be to strangers.
But they all obviously expected something from him. And it reminded him of the League in an unpleasant way. It was easier with Fentons. Almost everyone in Amity Park was saying what they thought, and Damian didnât have to waste time decoding potential conspiracies.
Damian missed movie marathon nights with Sam, Tucker, and Danny. And he hoped Dani had time to bother Vlad in his absence.
It was so weird here. When Danny and Valerie were fighting, they would gather at the dinner table anyway. When Damian wanted to have combat training with Drake here, he was forced to stay in his room. A very strange punishment. And undeserved one too.
Al Ghul felt quite calm and fine sitting at his easel and painting the people he left behind. An unusual subject for his paintings. But, Ancients, he missed Amity.
He missed Jack's bone breaking hugs, Maddie's Ecto-Contaminated food, arguments of Sam and Tucker, cozy art class with Mr. Baxter and even Vlad's done look. He missed Danny telling him about the stars. He also missed sword practice with Dan's boyfriend Fright Knight and he missed Dan's stories about his other youth. He missed literary evenings with Mr. Lancer, Clockwork and Ghost Writer. He even missed the hours-long Jazz lectures. He missed the dance of death and life. He missed being looked at without expecting anything from him. He missed the crowd. In the league, he was never at one with himself and in Amity he was always surrounded by people who were not afraid of his fate as the heir to the said League. This Manor was full of people, but for the first time in his life he felt lonely. Damian has to admit that he felt left behind. Of course, he understood that people needed time to build relationships, but he could have sworn that even he didn't need that much time to connect with Fentons. Maybe this is one of the tricks of the Clockwork? Then this one is not funny at all.
~~~~~Phone call~~~~ Damian: Mom, I want to go home. Maddie: I'm so sorry to hear that, sweetheart. What happened? Damian: JustâŠNobody likes me. Why was I sent here? I'm not weak. And my brothers are quite capable of protecting me from Raas. I don't need Batman for this. Maddie: We'll figure it out, champ. Moms love you, remember? I'll talk to Talia, okay? Your brothers and sisters are already on edge and ready to steal you right during the patrol. Damian: It would be nice, but it would put a bat on their tails. So lock them in thermoses if they bother you too much. Maddie: But that won't stop Jazz. Damian: I missed the part where that's my problem. Maddie: Well, it will be your problem if she comes to your doorstep with your childhood photos and moralizing.
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It's his birthday. And he was always excited about it. But now, looking at the pile of gifts, he realizes that these people don't know him at all.
And this is the family of the best detective in the world? Maybe yes, but none of them bothered to really find info about him or ask him about his likes. Damian's a stranger here, and that's obvious.
The lunch container, which he will obviously give to the Boxing Lunch when he's in the right time interval, tennis rackets that Youngblood might like, The Graveyard BookâŠ
Valerie had already read it to him and Dani before it was published. Thanks to Clockwork for his little miracles. The book reminded him of home.
Obviously this one is from Jason. And well, Damian doesn't think it was a pun on his life in Amity, more like Hood's inside joke about death but Dami will definitely leave this thing in the room at the Manor and maybe take it with him to the GZ or Amity Park.
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When they gather at the festive table, Damian realizes that he has to make some kind of speech. He tries to be as brief as possible in his report.
Damian: Todd, your gift is appreciated. And I found a potential use for items that were given by others, Bruce.
Damian never called Batman his father. With Maddie and Talia, calling both moms wasn't weird, especially when Jazz explained to his biological mom that he wasn't trying to replace her. But with Wayne, it was different. Both women took care of him, they deserved this title. Wayne provided for his needs, but his core heart didn't feel like they were close. Surely there's nothing wrong if they're just Bruce and Damian? Obviously, they both don't enjoy each other's company.
Jason: So, do you like books, little demon? Damian: Sometimes reading is quite relaxing, I should point out. I'm not indifferent to Stephen King and Lovecraft. Jason: Personal recommendations? Damian: Cujo is one of my favorites. Jason: Not a common opinion, huh. Damian: It reminds me of my family. Damian tries to smile like Danny does, but Jason's twitching eye clearly indicates that he screwed it up.
~~~~Dick and Jason synchronously drop their forks as an excuse for a conference under the table.~~~~ Dick*whispers*: How's the situation? Jason*whispers back*: If the boy asks for a dog, don't be fooled. He will be happy to dance on our graves.
~~~~Cass knocks over their heads, urging them to return to their seats.~~~~
Damian: So how good you are at fading and sliding,Todd? Jason: Why did you ask? I can't, of course. Damian: Because you're dead. It seemed to me that this was a completely understandable interest. Jason: Wow, what a jerk. Damian: I wonder why your own incompetence makes me a jerk? Even my sister could do this when she wasn't dead for even a month.
Jason, for some reason, looks awkward, although he has never been embarrassed before by the idea that a girl could be stronger than him.
Jason: Your sister? How old was she when... So it's all about age. Damian rolls his eyes.
Damian: We're the same age. It seems like it was four or five years ago. To be honest, I don't remember. I wasn't around then. I'll ask Danielle the next time I go to the cemetery to visit her. Dick: I'm so sorry, Dami. Where is she buried? We can take you. Damian: There's no need. She has no grave, as there was nothing to bury. Bruce sighs loudly and covers his eyes with his hands. Damian: It's just easier to contact the afterlife in places like this, you now? Duke: We are very sorry, dude. Damian: Don't be. People come and go, and then come back if they haven't finished annoying you. There's no point in regretting the past. Her creation was not the most ethical thing but everything is going as it should. At least that's what Grandpa says. Considering that the old man is older than time, I prefer to believe him. No one plays with fate without his permission unless they want to get hit by the clock. Tim now looks like he's going to throw up and Damian hurries to move his plate closer to him. Jason: Yes, Bruce, this is definitely your son. Damian: Did I say something wrong? Dick smiles faintly at him but still doesn't find anything to say. Damian shrugs and goes back to eating asparagus. People outside of Amity are so weird.
Signal looks at Damian suspiciously as he carefully rearranges the plate of soy sausages away from himself. Did he take him for an idiot? Everyone knows that even vegetarian sausage bite and fight no worse than those with meat when they come back to life. It's not Damian's fault that he doesn't have an ectoblast with him and wants to have extra distance from the opponent.
~~~At the same time, in the walls of Wayne Manor~~~ Dani: The operation codenamed "Get Haunted Idiot" is declared open. Danny and Dan *salute*.
~~~Several Days Later~~~
Damian: So, this is Dan. Danny says we keep him as a GIW repeller. Dick: And Danny and Dan are.. Jazz: His brothers. I'm Jazz by the way. Elle and I are his sisters. Damian: I feat the criteria to participate in their name cult, so they took me. Dan, Danny, Dani and Dami. Dan *ruffles Damian's hair* : I prefer to call this biting threat Damn, to be honest. Dami: Shut up, DaNtE, they almost wrote Dark in your passport, you idiot. I can't believe I thought I missed you. Danny: Wow. Rude. Your grandpa would be disappointed. Great job, lil one.
~~~Several years later~~~
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Another deaged Ellie and Dan, but Danny was reincarnated as Damian Wayne
Danny Damian because he was Damian now, wasn't he? He remembers now the Fentons, the GIW, Sam and Tucker, jazz. He wonders if they could have also followed him here. A part of him longs to see his fraid again, but are they his fraid still? He was a new person. Son of The Bat and Heir to the Demon Head. Something Dami he remembers reminding people of. If only Sam could see him now, he knows she'd love that. "Who's edgy now?" He can picture her saying. He can almost see Tucker laughing so hard he'd fall out of his seat.
Crack
The sharp sound of the thunder brings him to the present. He looked over at his clock, 3:00 A.M. The witching hour he can hear Ellie tell him with a mischievous smile on one of their flights around Amity Park. She loved to drag him and Dan sometimes Vlad if he was feeling friendly. Dan, his future evil self tormented by the deaths of all his family and friends, so hurt he got Vlad to rip his human half out so he didn't have to feel the pain. Ellie, his clone, created by Vlad to be the perfect son, too bad she was a daughter. Looking down at his stomach where their cores are now incubating, he couldn't help but wonder if Vlad had anything to do with this.
He shook his head as if that would rid himself of that thought. Vlad was a real fruitloop,but he would never purposefully endanger Dan or Ellie. Vlad, in his twisted and weird ways, did love them in his own ways like kidnapping and keeping him hostage to save Ellie. He had forgiven vlad for the desperate attempt to save his daughter, but incubating Ellie and Dan's cores would make him their father now, too. Ew, coparenting with Vlad does not sound like a fun time. He glanced down and lifted his shirt hesitantly. If he focused on his stomach, he could see a faint blue and red glow emanating from his stomach. Red, Vlads' color, he thought distantly. Hopefully, it didn't mean much. As if signaling him, the envelope they had carried with them to him fell off the bed carried to the floor by the slight breeze.
Lighting lumineating the bedroom, making the crisp white color shine for just a second. He tentatively reached down to grab it. He was being a baby. He was a trained assassin from birth, and his fear trained beaten out of him a long time ago. Some part of him whispered his father and Richard's teachings of being brave but not without fear.
He paused. Father would want to know everything. His past life, Ellie and Dan, the ghosts, being a halfa. He wouldn't understand, Richard would try to, but not even he could never really understand. He couldn't subject his babies to that. He couldn't live with the threat to being ripped apart molecule by molecule. His father's lack of emotional intelligence certainly would not help young halfas. He was fourteen again the age he was killed in his first life. The age he started facing ghosts from another dimension.
He started younger in this life. Killing younger, he learned to fight his whole life. Jazz would hate that. Jazz... he wondered if she was alright if she survived the attack... no, there's no time to think of that right now. He ripped open the envelope( like a band-aid, Richard would remind him), and he noticed Vlad's familiar fancy fruitloop writing immediately(he had fancy fruitloop writing now, instead of the chicken scratch Jazz chided him over). So he was right about one thing this had vlad all over it.
Dear Daniel,
Though I understand you might not be Daniel when this letter finds you. I have been reincarnated into another life as I believe you have as well. My new name is Alexander Luther. I own a corporation called Lexcorp. I unfortunately can not change the name according to my board. The idiot lot of them.
He snickered at that. His smile dropped immediately. Vlad was Lex Luthor, the archnemesis of Superman. Jon would most certainly not like this. He forced himself to read on before he spiraled further.
I regained my memories after an experiment went wrong. I know how original. My new incarnation was able to open a small portal that grew in size, and eventually, somehow Danielle and Dan fell through. The portal then exploded, and I regained my memories. Unfortunately, it destabilized their clone bodies. I couldn't grow working bodies in time, and eventually, I had to hope they could find you. I hoped somehow that the yeti doctor would have imparted some of his strange knowledge onto you that might save them.
Vlad, no Lex still wrong. Vlad was somewhat right about that. During one of his all things ghostly lessons from Frostbite, he told him of how in the old ages ghosts often incubated their ghostlings. A protective measure back when magic and spirits were more prevalent. He didn't really understand it back then, and he doesn't understand it much now, either. Apart from the fact he was doing it, he supposed. What if he did something wrong and he lost them? He doesn't think he could live out his half-life if he lost them again. He needed to get to Vlad, and quickly too so they could start building a new portal to the infinite realms.
If this letter finds you. Come find me immediately at these coordinates. I've gone deep underground to escape my new archnimesis's suoer senses. I've m started research on a new portal, but I'll need your endeneering skills. This world is severely lacking in ectoplasmic science and engineering. I am once again forced to start from scratch on my own. Once we get the portal open, you'll need to go straight to The Far Frozen.
It's as if he's reading my mind, I think jokingly.
P.s. One of my experiments may or not have regiven then my new DNA in an attempt to restabilize them.
Only Vlad.
Well, it looks like they actually were going to be coparenting after all. This was going to go great.
I sigh and lean my head back down on my pillow. He committed the cords to memory before lighting the letter on fire with the lighter he kept in his bedside drawer. Point to assassin training. Jason would be proud. He supposed he could stay for a month or so before leaving, which would give him enough time to get away or think of some kind of mission to give himself. He shoots up. Todd had died and came back. He was a revenant. He couldn't stick around if he were to visit he'd know something was wrong immediately even if he didn't understand it.
He sprung out of bed quickly, but quietly, his foot steps perfectly silent despite his rushed mood of packing a bag. He packed a few pairs of clothes and lots of hidden weapons, some snacks he kept hidden for that should keep him fed on his journey but leaving any sentimental things behind. He glanced longingly at his sketch pad, but Vlad was most likely under the water judging by the coordinates he was given. Who knows if it would survive.
He checked the pack, making sure he got all he needed. He promptly checked it again. Twice. After deeming it sufficient, he willed himself to open the door. He mentally cataloged everyone in the manor. Pennyworth was most likely still in Father's room, making sure he actually listened to his insructions. Richard and Todd in Bludhaven and Crime Alley, respectfully. Cain and Brown in Hong Kong. Thomas was sleeping after his dayshift.
Everyone accounted for except Drake. He was most likely using Pennyworth's attention on Father to work cases. He just had to take the risk. For his ghostlings, for himself, Vlad. He crept down the hallways. He was opening the grandfather clock in record time. He went slower this time. He would use his powers, but his father had supernatural wards of all kinds in the cave. Who knows what they did. He was also admittedly trying to save his little energy for his voyage on the open sea. Light snoring hit his ears as he peered around the corner.
Thank ancients.
Drake was sleeping at the batcomputer, still in his Red Robin suit sans mask surrounded by his poor choices. Empty coffee cups and files spread around. He would still need to be quiet, Drake was a light sleeper, as was everyone else in his family. He grabbed the keys to his bike quickly, sneaking by. If he wasn't ditching his bike at Gotham Bridge, he would have disabled his trackers. He checked the gas and made sure he could make it. That's when he made his first mistake.
Putting the gas jug back down, he accidently hit another of one of his siblings' tools to the floor. He tried catching it without success, but it fell anyway, the loud clang echoing. Mistake number two.
Shit.
"Huh? What's happening?" Drake arose sleepily rubbing his eyes.
He froze. Mistake number three.
"Damian? What are you doing down here?" His eyes landed on him, and he spoke confusedly with his voice heavy with sleep or lack thereof.
He panics. He's blaming the pregnancy hormones on this.
He runs.
"Damian!" Drake responded to his dead sprint with his own. "Stop!"
He reaches his bike, and he turns the keys and prays. Luckily, it comes to life. He fumbles with his helmet it would hide his tears he needed it. who knows if he'll ever get to see them again. He shoots off down the tunnel. Flicking the cave door open remotely.
Another bike rears to life behind him. "Damian wants going on?" Drakes voice echoes in his ears. He can almost taste the concern in it amplified by the helmet. He ignores it and accelerates. He ignores the returned acceleration behind him.
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Tim has no clue what made Damian panic enough to run away. He quickly ran to his own bike while swearing. Damian is already gaining distance on him. After another attempt at getting Damian to calm down and talk, he calls the only person Damian would actually listen to.
He hopes Dick will forgive him for waking him at five o'clock in the morning on his day off.
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NOOOO THIS IS SO REAL the more I watched SPN the more I started to see the hypocritical patterns in Dean's actions đ and also it grew my hatred for J*hn Winchester fr
if you go through my blog from when i first got really into spn you can see me slowly and surely becoming more and more disillusioned with the mainstream fandom. moving from âhaha i think some of you guys like dean too much and it blinds youâ to âyou are all so fucking stupid and youâre making me hate dean winchesterâ. average spn watching experience
#All aboard the john winchester hate train who's with me#I love Dean buttttttt#I'm just gonna say I could go on a rant but I will not#some times the things he does and the reactions he has when Sam does the exact same thing sort of irks me idkkkkkk đ
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she chose me
Summary:Â Steve's hopes get crushed when he wrongly assumes you'd choose him over Bucky.
Pairing:Â Bucky Barnes x agent!female reader
Warnings: 18+, no condom (but f is on birth control), teasing, pet names, jealousy, sergeant + sir + daddy kÏnk, vibranium arm kÏnk, language, degrading, praising, no mention of y/n etc.
Word Count:Â 6.9K
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A/N:Â I really hope youâll enjoy it! This was inspired by the "She chose me." TikTok trend.
Please, do not repost or translate without my permission!
Youâre all quiet, watching the back and forth between Cap and Bucky. Not even Sam intervenes.
âYou didnât-â
âThis is just not gonna work, Buck.â
Bucky rolls his eyes, with an expression you like to describe as bitchy. Heâs so sassy without even intending to, and you wonder how bitchier heâd be if this wasnât his best friend talking.
âLetâs see if people agree.â
He looks around waving at you and the rest of the team while Sam just snorts, covering his mouth with his hand.
But youâre not amused because you have no idea how to handle this diplomatically.
âWhose side are you on?â Steveâs tone is deep and authoritative, making you feel a little uneasy.
You donât know how to talk to Avengers sometimes. You are on friendly terms, even when you train. Sam always cracks jokes, Steve shares stories and gives advice, and Bucky is Bucky. Nat and Sam call him The Machine for a reason. But heâs a really good professor and an even better observer. He pays attention to every recruit and remembers what they need to work on. You find him extra intimidating because heâs also the most beautiful man youâve ever seen. No exaggeration. And itâs not in the usual clean and golden boy way you are used to, anyway. Heâs been through shit and itâs showing in the way he carries himself and doesnât talk much when itâs not needed.
But you pay attention too, and this is why you think you were chosen to lead the recruits for this mission. You are on good terms with the Avengers, and Bucky probably approved the idea of working with you because you didnât piss him off like most do. You know he hates chit chat, you learned how to read most of his stares and to not take it personally when he makes remarks about your fighting skills. Theyâre not your strongest asset, but you have a flair and you come up with the best solutions under pressure. You managed to pin him down once for a few seconds, and that is probably your greatest achievement.
But in moments like this, you donât know how to say things without upsetting one side.
âYou wonât get in trouble, donât worry,â Bucky adds confidently. Youâre not surprised when four out of your six colleagues agree with Bucky. They explain quickly why, emphasizing how much faster and efficient it would be if you followed that route, but their voices are still trembling. And you get it. Telling Captain America to his face you prefer his best friendâs plan over his will always be a risk. But if he gets mad, that says more about him as a leader than about anyone else.
Sam raises his hands in the air defensively, probably enjoying this as a show, but based on the looks he shares with Bucky, it seems like he agrees with him too.
You try to find your words, knowing youâre the last one from your team to speak, but before you can even open your mouth, Steve already smiles, pointing at you with his index finger. âLook at this, though! She agrees with me⊠She chose me.â
His grin is cold and a little arrogant. What you donât notice, though, is the intention Steve had when he decided to use those exact words, but Bucky does. And he clenches his jaw at the same time his vibranium hand curls into a fist; a silent response to the not-so-innocent assumption that Steve made.
After a few seconds, Bucky leans in, his gaze steady and confident. âDid she?â
There is no way you would pick Steveâs plan. You are too smart and you have too much integrity to pick his side just to kiss his ass. He raises an eyebrow at you this time, a confident smirk forming on his lips. âDid you really choose him? You really think his plan would work better, doll?â
You feel surrounded by Bucky⊠attacked even. Your cheeks are getting hotter, too, and you know there is nothing you can do to hide your redness. Doll⊠He called you that when he turned you again on your back the day you managed to pin him down. Itâs something about the way he says it that makes it absolutely deadly. Your first instinct was to be offended, but you reminded yourself he is a man born in 1917. He lived his twenties in the 40s, and doll was used as slang for sweetheart.
Taking a deep breath, you tilt your head slightly, directing your response to Steve. âItâs not about choosing sides, but considering all perspectives for the best outcome. And your plan, Captain, has its strengths, but Iâm inclined to agree with Sergeant Bucky.â You bite your lip. âItâs about finding the most effective strategy for the mission, not a personal preference of any kind.â
Steveâs smile falls off, but your attention shifts back to Buckyâs grin that lightens up his face.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
âWell, then,â Steve sighs. âCan I have a word with you in private?â
You donât realize heâs speaking to you until he says your name.
Surprised, you jump. âYes, of course.â
*
Steve leans back in his chair, a slight smile playing on his lips as you write down the last details. âYou know, I value your insights on the mission.â
You look surprised because how can he value your opinion when this is your second mission only? Heâs Captain America!
âOh?â
âI trust your judgment, and your training is going great. If you and the team chose Buckyâs plan, then we do it.â You see his jaw clench, though, so you know itâs not easy for him to say it. Even if itâs his friend⊠interesting. âMaybe, when all is over, we could grab a cup of coffee and talk about other things. What do you think?â
Youâre silent for a couple of seconds, trying to realize if he means it in the way you think he is. There is no way, right?
Just in case, you offer him a friendly smile, âThanks, Cap! I value our teamwork too. Coffee sounds great after. It could be a good way for all of us to unwind as a team.â
He nods, sighing. âIâm glad youâre on board. Iâm looking forward to that coffee, even if itâs with the whole team. And please, call me Steve.â
So he was flirtingâŠ
âThank you,â you pause as you stand up. âIâm gonna talk with Sergeant Barnes so we can get things ready for tomorrow. Have a good night, Steve!â
*
You knock only three times before the door opens and a Bucky dressed in shorts and a white tank top lets you in with a smirk.
âSergeant Barnes,â you nod as you take a step inside his bedroom. He only stays here before and after missions when he is too tired to go to his apartment, so you donât expect to see any personal objects there except for a few clothes.
âWhat happened to Bucky?â
You look at him surprised, tightening your hold on the tablet you are holding.
What?
âSir?â
Bucky closes his eyes for a second. âEarlier, during the meeting, you called me Sergeant Bucky.â
Shit!
Maybe you should start calling him Sergeant Barnes in your head as well to avoid these fucks up. You feel so embarrassed that you want to disappear. You donât want him to think you disrespect him in any way. His rank carries a lot of weight and trauma.
You clear your throat, slightly flustered. âMy apologies, Sergeant Barnes. It wonât happen again, sir.â You offer him an apologetic smile while trying very hard to maintain a professional tone.
Buckyâs smirk softens as he places his flesh hand on your shoulder. You feel your legs transforming into jelly.
âMy point was, doll, there is no need to be so formal. Weâre off-duty here, and titles arenât necessary. Just call me Bucky.â
âAlright, Bucky,â you smile. âIâm sorry for bothering you, but I came to discuss the plan for tomorrow. I talked to Steve and we agreed it would be wise for you to lead the way as Mr. Wilson-â
âSteve?â Bucky interrupts before you can finish your sentence. He doesnât even bother to look at your tablet, either.
âYes, we talked in the office.â
âNo, I get that. But you call him Steve? What happened to Cap?â Bucky knows that might sound really childish, but he canât help it. What is Steve trying to do?
Was it some kind of test? Did you misunderstand everything with Steve?
âOh, Cap allowed me to call him Steve earlier. I am sorry if it sounded disrespectful.â
He squeezes your shoulder even before moving his hand to your chin, raising your face, and you feel yourself blushing again.
The blue of his eyes is so intense that you canât see how anyone would be able to survive it.
âYou apologize too much, doll. I donât like it.â
You canât breathe. âSor-â You pause, realizing he is right. Apologizing is second nature to you. It feels wrong when you donât, and you do it without even thinking about it. âI guess I do that a lot. Iâll work on it, Bucky.â
âIâm not your teacher right now, doll.â He smiles, letting go of your chin. âJust remember, weâre not all about formalities here. Relax a bit.â
Easier said than done. But you need to keep it together and ignore the urge to grab his face and finally kiss him. So you focus on talking about the mission and the members of the team. You talk about all of your colleagues, and Bucky helps you take notes. He switched so easily from friendly to the sergeant mode, which is fascinating.
He explains step by step your positions, the way things are gonna happen and even two back up plans. Two!
Youâre not overwhelmed by the amount of information, but youâre quite surprised by how much he talks and how well he answers every possible question any of you could have. You donât think youâve ever heard him speak for more than a few seconds continuously so you try to focus on every word.
Only when he finishes and you close your tablet after sending everyone the plan, do you see him relaxing again.
With a smirk, he asks you, âHow did Steve take it?â
âHe was fine with the plan, even suggested if we feel like doing it, to get one or two more members. But based on what you said, we wonât need it.â
âHe has a point, of course, but if you said you donât think you need it, good.â You try not to stare at his lips as he speaks, but itâs so hard. âAnd I meant how he took that you chose my plan. That you chose me.â
You meet Buckyâs gaze, trying to keep your composure, âSteve seemed more than okay with it from what I saw. He values the teamâs decision. Plus, itâs not about choosing sides, and-â
âAnd not a personal preference of any kind,â he interrupts just to quote you, and you donât know if you should feel flattered he remembers word by word or to prepare yourself for a negative reaction. To be honest, your head is spinning and him being so close makes it worse. âI heard you very well, but Iâm curiousâŠâ
He extends his hand and carefully tucks your hair behind your ears. You swear you can hear your own heartbeat going crazy. And if you do, so does he.
âAbout what?â
âWould the answer be different if it was about personal preferences, doll? Would you choose him?â
You freeze. You are simply in shock because this cannot happen to you. From Steve asking you out earlier to your crush basically doing this. Youâre confused and a little tired, but you didnât imagine all of this. Does Bucky want you? Is that it?
You take a deep breath praying you wonât choke on the words. âIn a hypothetical scenario based on personal preferences, Bucky, I would still not pick him.â
Your voice is trembling, but you maintain eye contact even after admitting it. You didnât choose Buckyâs plan because of your crush, so you shouldnât feel embarrassed or exposed. Heâs the one who let you call him Bucky, who touched you and asked you that. You donât know if he counts romance as a personal preference, but there is an urge inside you to find out. You wonder how heâd taste, if heâd kiss you back if you kissed him first, how your mission would be if you crossed the line. Your thoughts are foggy.
âSo youâd choose me.â
You clear your throat. âYes.â
âOver Captain America.â His grin is so boyish and cute that it makes you smile. He looks younger and less⊠burdened when he gets like this. Bucky chuckles, a mischievous glint in his eyes, âWell, well, well. Looks like I got someone not kissing Captain Americaâs ass for a change. Thatâs really rare. Youâre a naughty one, arenât you?â
You mask your gasp with a cough, deciding to play along, a sly grin forming on your face. âMaybe I just have a thing for underdogs.â
Buckyâs eyes light up with amusement to your annoyance but also excitement, and he leans in, taking the tablet from your hand and placing it on the floor without a care. âUnderdogs, huh? Ouch, that hurt a little. I thought I was your favorite super-soldier.â
You canât help but giggle, feeling enough encouragement from his reaction to touch his vibranium arm just to feel it. You got the chance to do it only for a couple of seconds and it always fascinated you, especially the golden pattern. The fact he can feel everything because itâs connected to his nerves is insane to you. It probably is to him too. âOh, you are. And my favorite teacher too. But a little competition never hurts, Sergeant Barnes.â
You can see he feigns offense. âCompetition, huh?â Buckyâs playfulness turns into a serious tone as he adds, âWell, let me show you why Iâm the only choice.â
And without warning, he closes the distance between you and kisses you.
You gasp, taken aback, but you bring your hands to his face and hip before you deepen the kiss. Heâs not as gentle as you expected, his left arm flying to your ass and bringing your hips closer to his immediately.
You moan when you feel his hard on so close to your pussy, and tug on his hair a little.
âArenât you a naughty girl?â He lowers his lips to your jaw. âI could basically smell how wet you got earlier as soon as I called you doll. And so did Steve.â
You want to open your eyes and tell him to stop talking about his friend. You donât want to be turned off, but he already continues.
âHe thought he stood a chance with my girl.â
âYour girl?â You whimper when his teeth graze your neck before his tongue licks on the spot. He intends to leave a mark, you have no doubt, and you absolutely love it.
âMine.â His whisper makes you shiver. âI want to mark you. The thought of having you covered in hickeys during the mission makes me so hard it almost hurts. Gonna show everyone you belong to me.â
âDo I belong to you, Sergeant Barnes?â You take a step back but let your hand linger on his chest teasingly. âBecause I donât remember you asking me to dinner.â
Bucky grins. âDinner is a classic move, and I adapted very well to the present. But of course I can stop with the kisses right now, and we can have some late dinner.â
You roll your eyes at his unbelievably good answer. Fucker!
âThis is not what I meant, Barnes, and you know it.â
âI donât know it. But I want to know something else.â
You donât even doubt he means something dirty because itâs too obvious.
âLike what?â
âLike how your pretty pussy tastes while you come all over my face.â
You gasp at the no-filter words. Youâre so used to Steveâs warning you to use proper language, that you did not expect it.
âI thought men your age were all about being proper and refined⊠Donât they teach subtlety in the 40s etiquette class or did you skip it?â
You tease him on purpose, and he knows it. You are well aware what a nerd he was in school. Such a nerd that it was displayed in the museum. You snort. You were a nerd too, so you love it.
Bucky chuckles, a mischievous gleam in his eyes as he brings his hands to your pants, unzipping them without warning. Holy. Shit. The way you love this. He reads your body language very well and he has his super soldier senses.
âWell, doll, proper and refined went out the window with the 40s, right? Because otherwise youâd not be standing here letting me undress you.â
You raise your eyebrow, a mix of surprise and amusement on your face. His energy is so light, and he looks like a man without a worry in moments like this.
âYouâre the one who offered to show me what the little upgraded version of you can do, after all.â You take off your shoes before pulling down your pants as soon as he drags them to your ankles. You canât believe youâre about to fuck James Bucky Barnes! âWhy would I say no?â
âJust sit back and enjoy the ride, doll. Gonna make sure you have the time of your life.â
You snort, amused by his eagerness, and decide to take off your shirt yourself to see his reaction. And he doesnât disappoint.
He grins like a child, his hands flying straight to your back without taking his eyes off your chest. And before you know it, your bra is on the floor and Bucky cups your breasts, bringing your left tit to his mouth.
If you gasped when you felt the cold touch of the vibranium, now you moan loudly, enjoying the way he licks around your skin. He avoids your nipple on purpose, so you decide to take matters into your own hands quite literally and get a grab of the top of his hair, forcing him to suck on your nipple.
âFuck! I didnât expect you to be so whorish,â you say without realizing, and you feel his snort and breath on the wet patch he left with his tongue.
Buckyâs grin turns into a sly smirk. âThis is what you call whorish? I guess Iâll give you an experience you wonât ever forget.â
âTalk less, do more.â
You want to enjoy more of this. You have a mission in a few hours, and it might be just a one time thing anyway since he is Bucky Barnes. You donât want to get your hopes high.
Bucky lets go of your breast with a pop and moves up, raising your head so he can kiss you.
Itâs electrifying, and desperate, and not enough. You move your hands to the bottom hem of his tank top and lift it, interrupting the kiss so you can take it off completely. You just want to feel him, all of him.
You step back for a second, wanting to look at him properly, but you notice a change in his eyes that he, of course, tries to mask.
âWhy are you nervous? You look like a fucking god! I should be nervous here.â
Buckyâs eyes flicker with vulnerability.
âI guess Iâm not used to someone seeing my scars or my,â he waves toward his vibranium arm, and you frown.
âI will sound totally weird, but they all make you really cool, Serge.â You trace down a few scars when you see he is completely relaxed and continue. âDo I have to lick them all to make you believe me?â
You move your hands under his shorts before he can answer, though, finally touching his cock. You both moan at the feeling. Heâs hard and thick, and the head is wet. You bring your fingers to his lips, smearing some of the precome before leaning in to suck it off.
Youâre not prepared for his moan or for the way he attacks your mouth, and definitely not for him to snap your underwear using his flesh hand. Not even his vibranium one!
You moan into his mouth. He makes you feel like youâre floating and you need to fuck him right then.
âYouâre not just whorish, youâre a whore!â You pause when you feel his fingers close to your entrance. âNo wonder why you didnât belong in the 40s.â Then you move, allowing him to touch you. You donât realize what you said, and when you do, in the middle of dragging his shorts down, you curse yourself in your mind. It sounds like the most disrespectful thing ever. This manâs fate was changed by monsters who cryogenically freezing him and brainwashing him, and you are selfishly talking as if he belonged to you. âIâm sorry that was awful of-â But he interrupts you before you can get a chance to properly apologize.
âYou like that, donât you?â
A wave of shame surges through your body. Your cheeks are burning.
âIâm really sorry,â you take your hands off his shorts and look away, not even peaking at his cock. You ruined it, didnât you? âI will just go.â
Bucky shakes his head, puffing. âFor such an amazing agent, youâre not a good room reader, are you?â
Your eyes finally drop to his cock, which youâve been trying to avoid in the last minute out of shame, but thereâs no need anymore since heâs teasing you. Heâs just a bit longer than average, and heâs really thick, and the veins do not make it ugly at all. You are curious how itâd feel in your hand, how much itâd twitch, how Bucky would moan.
âYou arenât a good room reader, either then, Barnes, since Iâm not getting dicked down and my hair pulled, am I?â
Something snaps in him, and itâs visible in his eyes. You donât know what to expect so you just watch him. But you canât. He is so quick that, despite your crazy training, you donât anticipate his move. His hand wraps around the hair from your nape and fists it hard enough for you to move along with him.
âWanna be dicked down? Fine by me, get on your hands and knees.â
Youâre surprised, of course you are, but his tone is firm and you find yourself nodding and doing what he told you. You know you can say no; there is nothing in Buckyâs energy that makes you feel unsafe or as if you have no choice.
At the same time, he lets go of your hair just so he can take off his shorts completely.
âAre you not gonna make sure Iâm wet enough for you?â You ask when you see him getting closer to you again, even though you are very wet. You just want to push his buttons.
âI can smell you if I focus on it, let me remind you.â He smiles. âI know youâre soaked, and you wanna be dicked down. Or are you backing off?â
Challenging prick!
You roll your eyes. âIâm not scared of your dick.â
âGood, because he wants to be friends with you.â
You close your eyes, cringing. âGod, you were this close to turning me off.â You raise your hand in the air, putting your weight on the left one as you bring your thumb and index finger close to each other to show him exactly what a thin line this was.
Bucky laughs, shaking his head. âDonât worry, Iâm gonna make you forget it in a second.â
Your first instinct is to want to tease him about the second remark, to ask him if this is how long he can last, but youâre too horny now. And you also need rest for the mission tomorrow.
âHow, uhâŠâ You pause not knowing how to ask this properly. âCan you, uh, make babies?â You cringe at your words. âI mean, widows canât⊠and I just wanted to know if we need a condom to be extra careful since you might be extra fertile because I am on the pill and I have no idea how sex with a super sold-â
Buckyâs lips press against yours suddenly, making you stop talking.
âBreathe.â
âIâm breathing,â you whisper and he cups your face.
âNot enough. We can use a condom if you want, but Iâll need to check where I can find one. Or we can go bare if you trust me⊠I can pull out and you are already protected, so there shouldnât be a problem, I think.â He pauses to kiss your lips again. âBut we can still use a condom anyway to be extra careful as you said.â
You frown at that, suddenly more desperate to feel him bare than ever before.
âNo, I trust you. I have never done it without a condom before, and I assume you didnât have much time to uh⊠have sex.â
Bucky snorts amused. âNow why do you assume that?â
âYou look like you havenât been fucked since 1945.â
The fact he doesnât even deny it makes you feel even bolder, so you reach for his cock and place your thumb on his wet head while wrapping the rest of your hand around the length. âAre you gonna even last for a second once youâre inside me, Sergeant Barnes?â You snort when you see him trying to hold back his moan by biting his lip. It makes you feel happy. âOr do you even manage to get inside me before- ahh!â He is predictable this time as he pulls your hair, so you laugh.
âAre you familiar with this whole red, yellow, green color code?â
You gasp. âYes, read about it, never needed it. But how do you know that?â
âI read about it, too.â His grin is so wide and beautiful that you melt again.
âQuite naughty of you, Serge. Reading dirty books. Needed some ideas?â
Bucky smirks, kissing you again and again. âGonna need a review after I finish with you.â
âYou finishing with me?â You smile. âBig words, Barnes, but no action.â
He knows you challenge him, and you donât try to hide it. Do you have to beg for his cock for him to finally fuck you? He is edging you on purpose at this point.
You let out a whimper in anticipation when he moves behind you.
âAre you sure youâre fine with no condom?â
âIhm, Iâm not ovulating anyway,â you whisper, trying not to sound too eager. But you are. You want to get dicked down, indeed. And you wanted it for months.
His silence makes you a bit nervous, but the sounds of him dropping to his knees behind you, followed by his hand grabbing his cock and positioning it at your entrance while squeezing your hip with the metal arm.
You love the sensation of the coldness, but you love even more when he leans in to kiss your back before he pushes inside you.
It takes two tries, though, for him to be able to push halfway inside you because you kept pushing his dick out of you instantly. You managed to take him only when he brought his fingers to your clit and rubbed a bit.
You still laughed though because the sounds were too funny and his little frustrated whimpers were hilarious. The amusement turns quickly into more horniness when you feel him stretching you without even being fully inside you. You dreamed and daydreamed about it⊠fantasized about it, but it still wasnât even close to how it actually feels. How full it feels. Itâs like you cannot even think, your body is weak.
âFuck,â your voice is cracking. âDeeper.â
âYouâre so fucking tight,â he whispers.
âSo?â You bring your hand to his ass, trying to show him you really need it deeper. âWhy do you make it sound like a bad thing? Or are you trying not to come, Mr. Super Soldier?â
âYou have quite a mouth on you, I think you need it-â
âYou talk way too much. Are you nervous or-â Itâs his turn to interrupt you with a thrust. Such a deep thrust your head is spinning. Heâs not fully inside you, you realize, but he doesnât try to, instead, he starts to fuck you, taking your breath away. His fingers leave your clit, grabbing your hips with both hands.
There is no question anymore, just fucking as you wanted.
And it feels like heaven. You try to keep your eyes open just so you look at him over your shoulder, but itâs impossible.
âCat got your tongue?â
You groan. âNo, you did, n-now fuck me harder.â
âWell, well,â he slows down and you almost wanna die. âThis is not how you talk to your Sergeant, is it?â
He canât do this!
âFuck you!â
âWhat does my baby want?â His thrusts are too slow and teasing, just like his voice. âUse your words, beg for it.â
Youâre not turned off, surprisingly. Not at all, on the contrary, the firm tone he uses, the words⊠youâre getting hornier, if that is even possible.
âI love your cock, Sergeant, so please give it to me. Fuck me harder and faster. Need you to pull my hair, and choke me, and⊠be rough.â You would be embarrassed if you werenât so desperate. You know he wouldnât make fun of you for this, so you trust him.
âOnly mine.â You take a deep breath relieved when you feel his right hand wrap around your hair. âDo you hear me? Answer me.â
You nod, unable to say anything because he starts to thrust hard and fast, just like he did before he stopped. Your tits are jumping at the impact, and you have to dig your toes into the floor.
âUse your words. If you want my,â he moans. âIf you want my cock and my hand wrapped around your neck, you have to use your big girl words. Tell me youâre only mine.â
You canât hold back your tears this time. You love it so much, you canât believe you waited so long to have him.
âOnly yours.â
âNo Steve.â
He lets go of your hair, wrapping his hand around your neck. No pressure, not moving it, heâs just holding it there.
âThereâs n-no Steve, Sergeant. Only you. My pussy belongs to you. I o-only want to get filled by you.â
You know heâs smiling without needing to look at him.
âYou love your Sergeantâs cock, donât you?â You have no idea how heâs able to speak while thrusting so hard. Heâs a fucking robot, indeed. âNo one else could give you this, no matter how much they tried.â
You feel the building in your core. Youâre so, so close already, so you try to place your weight on only one hand and bring the other to cover his, and before he can say something, you encourage him to choke you by pressing his fingers on the sides of your neck.
You moan so loudly you surprise even yourself. You sound like a cat.
âPlease, sergeant, please, choke me.â You repeat your move and you close your eyes. âPlease, daddy, Iâm so c-close.â
He pauses for a second, and you donât know why.
Before you can ask whatâs wrong, he doesnât just start to thrust inside you again, he dicks you down just the way you wanted. Itâs as if he fucks the air out of your lungs every time you exhale. Youâre crying and screaming at this point, so loud the whole floor must hear you. But youâre not ashamed. You feel so close you can almost taste it.
You barely hear his whimpers, but theyâre there and theyâre so beautiful.
You get no warning when he decides to squeeze the sides of your neck: gently at first, but then? Perfect. So perfect you come without warning, not being able to even say his name. You just scream some nonsense, your hand dropping from his to the floor so you can ground yourself properly. Your whole body is burning, and burning, and burning, coming alive for what feels like an eternity.
He doesnât wait even for a second after you come down from your orgasm. Instead, he gets his dick out of you, grabbing you by your ass and raising you in his arms. Still weak, you barely have the strength to wrap your legs around his waist and your hands around his neck. Heâs sweaty but not that hot. His metal arm is making you cool down.
âDaddyâs gonna take good care of you.â His lips find your forehead and you fight the urge to kiss his neck. You feel so small in his arms⊠and as if no one can hurt you.
Youâre smiling like a fool when your back hits his bed, and so is he. Such a beautiful, blinding smile.
You let him spread your legs before you drag his face down so you can kiss him. You bite his lip hard until he opens his mouth, moaning when you feel him entering you again. This time, youâre relaxed so he thrusts inside you so much easier.
âGonna make you come again around your daddyâs cock..â
His hands wrap your legs around his ass when he starts to thrust again.
âYouâre quite⊠into it, Sergeant Barnes. So dirty!â
He gently grabs your jaw. âTongue out.â
You do it, opening your mouth and waiting, and waiting until you finally understand what heâs about to do.
Instead of being grossed out, as you expected, you eagerly swallow the saliva that he lets drip from his mouth, which lands on your tongue.
You bat your eyes as you start to move your hips to meet his thrusts halfway, and that sends him into a frenzy.
âFucking hell, you donât want to sleep tonight, do you?â He asks sarcastically, but you donât have enough air to tease him with a stamina comment. âYou want me to make you scream and swallow my spit and come till we have to go to that fucking mission. Till your beloved Steve needs to come to us himself and hear us covered in come but still fucking.â You moan at the idea of your teammates finding out about this. You get awful comments anyway; at least you can get him for real and rub it in their faces. âYou would like that, wouldnât ya? Having all my undivided attention on you, not caring that my best friend is madâŠâ The thrusts are so deep that your head falls on the pillow instantly. You cannot keep your eyes open for even a second and youâre crying again. âNot caring my pal wanted you so badly he even tried to take you out tonight.â
âSergeant-â
Thrust after thrust. You grab his forearm as tightly as you can so you can have something to hold onto.
âHe thought he could have you, that youâd choose him. Come on, love. Come on, scream my name, let them hear. Let them all hear whose cock you cry for. Who is the one you belong to.â His balls slap against your skin so hard they tickle you. But not even that can distract you from almost reaching your orgasm. His words, his cock, his possessivenessâŠ
âSergeant, please. No one but you, can I⊠c-can I touch my clit? Iâm so, so close.â
You donât have to, though, because he is quick enough to bring his flesh hand between your bodies and rub your clit just the way you need it.
âF-fuck, coming,â you manage to warn him before the pleasure hits you. Itâs so overwhelming you see white, digging your nails into his forearm.
You donât know what you call him⊠daddy, Bucky or sergeant, but it doesnât matter. You hear his praise, how youâre his good girl, and his words encouraging you to come for him.
When you can focus again, you kiss him with everything you have.
âNeed you to come for me, Sergeant Barnes,â you whisper between kisses. âNeed you to come inside me, need you to fill me up with your come, sir.â
He hisses loudly, his eyes being more grey than blue.
âDonât tease me.â
âI mean it,â you make eye contact, wrapping your legs tighter around him. âNot the heat of the moment. I need your come, daddy. Iâm on birth-â
He kisses you so hard your teeth end up hitting, but you donât care. This is everything.
âGonna come, gonna give you what you want. Gonna make you my come s-slut. Is that what you needed?â
âYes, yes.â Youâre so excited to watch him finish you donât even realize how much you like being called his come slut until he says it again. âCome on, Sergeant, come for me.â
After you say that, it only takes him two more thrusts to finish, moaning your name.
His eyes close, and you notice how pretty his eyelashes are. And the little moles on his face⊠his mouth semi-open and his hair in all directions.
You want to witness this every day.
Before you can stop yourself, you lean in to kiss his nose and cheeks, letting your hips move at the same time.
âC-canât⊠doesnât stop,â he manages to groan, and you bring your hand to his nape, caressing his hair as he rides out his orgasm.
When he finally finishes, though, his head falls on top of your breasts, his mouth finding your nipple and playing with it before sucking it fully into his mouth.
âEasy, Bucky,â you moan, but he keeps going, though.
You have to pull his hair, to make him stop.
âDonât get me wrong, I love it, but I need to uh⊠Iâm tired.â
Youâre back to your shy self. But his smile still makes you feel so relaxed.
âGot you tired, huh?â He winks, giving your breasts a kiss before pressing his lips against yours. âFuck, Iâve never been so aroused in my entire life. Wonât even mention how happy I am.â
âMe neither,â you whisper.
âWell, we need to get used to it.â
You laugh so happily that you think your chest will explode. Itâs surreal.
âYou owe me that dinner after all.â
âA million dinners.â
You roll your eyes playfully. âTrying to charm me?â
He pecks you one more time before getting out of you with a whimper.
âIâve already done it.â
Itâs weird to be empty like this again, but seeing your come and wetness on his pubic hair or dripping out of your pussy just to soak the sheets beneath you distracts you. You made a mess.
âWe need to clean this.â
âDonât worry about it,â he says distractedly as he uses his index finger to push some come back inside you. Jesus! âThis is the hottest thing Iâve ever seen.â
You smile. âYouâre a whore.â
âYour whore.â He slowly gets out of bed, grabbing his shorts from the floor.
âWant me to go?â You ask all of a sudden, gaining a confused look from him.
âWhy would I want that? Unless you do, of courseâŠâ He runs a hand through his hair, trying to fix it a little. âBut I want you to stay.â
âSaw you dressing.â You bring your knees up just to put your chin on top of them. You feel extra shy.
He smiles. âJust gonna get you some water. I donât want you dehydrated.â
*
Bucky knew Steve was in the kitchen as soon as he went down the stairs. He smiles casually, not giving him a second look as he goes straight to the fridge. Itâs not like he hasnât seen him in shorts or shirtless before, and Bucky knows he knew exactly what happened upstairs.
âCanât sleep?â Steveâs tone is so obvious Bucky almost laughs.
âNot sleepy yet. What about you? Youâre alright, punk?â
âYeah,â he says, taking a sip from his own glass of water; his hands tightly wrapped around the glass.
âStill mad about earlier? You know Iâm right.â
Steve shakes his head. âNo, itâs all good.â
Bucky sighs dramatically. He loves Steve, he is his brother, but sometimes he is so annoying.
âWell, try to get some sleep. I suggest you wear some earplugs or something, though,â Bucky suggests casually, taking a whole bottle of water. âWe wouldnât want you too sleepy tomorrow. And the night is young.â He even winks at Steve, making him clear his throat.
âBuckâŠâ
âNot a super soldier perk, I know, but you understand, right?â The smirk he suddenly gives Steve is almost sinister. âShe chose me after all, and I gotta let her test-drive me. Have a good night!â
Even though he turns around, Bucky doesnât miss the way Steveâs hold gets so tight that his glass almost breaks.
Bucky doesnât regret it. He had it coming when he thought youâd choose him.
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Part 3 of if Civil War didn't end in divorce and everyone lived together
Part 1 Part 2
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Mission debrief:
Thor: Don't feel bad Banner, I mean is there anyone at this table who hasn't killed somebody?
Peter: *slowly raises hand*
Natasha: Don't worry you're still young
Peter: đ
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Steve: Has anyone seen my shield?
Clint: *points outside*
*Peter, Thor, and Bucky playing frisbee with it*
Steve: I guess I'm not saving those orphans today :/
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Clint: Tony I said seedless watermelon, are you trying to kill me?
Tony: You're a big boy, you aren't gonna choke
Clint: No but it might... grow
Tony: Oh please don't tell me you still think watermelon seeds grow inside your stomach if you swallow them
Clint:
Pietro: Bro got a licence to kill but still has a Jack and the Beanstock level of education
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2:34 am
Tony: *leaving Steve's bedroom*
Sam: *leaving Bucky's bedroom*
Tony:
Sam:
Tony: Let's never speak of this?
Sam: Yep.
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Steve: Tony, you're the smartest person I know. You understand anything you set out to study, your passion is remarkable, innovation beyond anyone on the planet, and an incredible memory
Tony: Thank you thank you
Steve: So why do you STILL NOT CLOSE THE KITCHEN CABINETS
Tony: Uh
Steve: SOME OF US ARE TALL TONY. SOME OF US HAVE BRUISES ON THEIR FOREHEADS BECAUSE OF THIS NEGLIGENCE
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Tony: Goodnight kid *tucks Peter into bed and kisses his forehead*
*Clint, Vision, Thor, and Dum-E waiting outside the room*
Tony: Oh come on. All of you?
*nodding*
Tony: Vision you don't even sleep. Dum-E I am not kissing you again you gave me chemical burns last time
Dum-E: *lowers head and whirs sadly*
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Bucky: Don't sit so close to me
Sam: Why, cause I'm black đ€š
Bucky: No because you smell like ass sweat
Sam:
Sam: Why, cause I'm bl-
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During training:
Natasha: *flips Steve and slams him onto his back*
Peter: Woah! I wanna know how to do that
Natasha: *flips Peter and slams him onto his back*
Natasha: Seems like you already know how
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Tony: Okay Merida, you and me, darts for a hundred bucks. My suit vs. your freak self
Clint: I'll take that bet
*7 minutes later*
Tony: I have advanced AI targetting technology. SUPER. SUIT. How did I lose?!
Clint: It can do a lot of things Tony but at the end of the day it can't super suck this di-
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Bucky: Sam's in medical so I'll do the mission debrief with you
Natasha: That was fast, I thought you'd still be coddling your boyfriend the rest of the day
Bucky: What. How do you know about us.
Natasha: I don't, it was a joke...
Bucky:
Natasha:
Bucky: Damn you really are good at interrogation
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Bruce: I've taken up puzzles as a hobby. It's actually really relaxing
*Box is missing the last piece*
Bruce: *sighs, erases the 61 under the 'Days Without Hulk Incident' sign*
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Natasha: Kings
Bucky: Go fish. Sevens?
Natasha: Nada. Fives?
Bucky: Shit. Here
Sam: I thought y'all were playing poker, are you for real playing Go Fish?
Natasha: Our pockets got cleaned out so we quit. The poker game is over by Steve
Peter: HAHA SUCK IT OLD MAN, AMERICA JUST WENT BANKRUPT *pulls giant pile of animal crackers to himself*
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Steve: Do you want to play catch?
Wanda: What?
Steve: Um. Do you want to watch Hannah Montana?
Wanda: I don't even know what you're talking about
Steve: Maybe I could show you how to brush your teeth?
Wanda: Steve you're really scaring me
Steve: The article said to do it together! *shows phone*
Wanda: Are you getting parenting advice from wikihow? Did you even read it or were you just skimming the pictures
Steve: ...Well why'd they put toothbrushing in the photo if it wasn't a good bonding activity?
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Sam: Why are your titties so bouncy man. Is it to deflect bullets?
Steve: What did you just say about my chest...
Sam: Hey I call em as I see em, and they're staring right at me.
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Peter: Yo Mr. Stark wanna see a backflip?
Peter: Oh Cap come see my front handsprings
Peter: Natasha watch this aerial cartwheel!
Tony: Why did you tell him you were in the circus. Now that the idea's in his head all he does is jump around and cause noise complaints from downstairs
Clint: C'mon it's cute! He's talented
Bucky: I'm gonna tell him it doesn't count because he has superpowers and that he's a cheat
Tony: But that'll ruin his confidence
Bucky: God I hope so
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Can I be him?
Summary: When Bucky finds something of yours, he hopes against hope that you feel the same way about him.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Enhanced!Fem!Reader
Warnings: Language cause it's me. Fluff. A lot of angst. Idiots in love. Self-deprecating thoughts, both reader and Bucky. No use of Y/N. My poor attempts at being funny.
Word Count: 4.8K
A/N: Itâs 3am where I live, so⊠Happy 107th Birthday to my favorite Supersoldier! Today Iâm posting 2 Bucky fics because my baby deserves it, this one and another one sometime around the afternoon. Hope someone likes it! Thank you to my angels @ordelixx and @mrsbuckybarnes1917 that gave me so many ideas that helped me finish this. I love youđ€
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Being an Avenger is not easy.
The long missions, the intense training, the weight of the world on your shouldersâŠ
Everybody on the team has a different way to unwind after a mission: Steve draws, Clint and Natasha compete doing target practice, Thor sleeps, Sam plays video games, Bucky takes motorcycle rides, Tony and Bruce work on side projects in their lab, Loki reads, Peter does his homework and Wanda cooks with Vision.
For you, itâs going to the rose garden behind the Compound.
Itâs a bit of a sanctuary for you, Tony allowed you to put tall hedges of roses with a gazebo-like structure in the middle of them facing the lake, only itâs entirely made of vines.
You made it yourself, thatâs your power: you can manipulate anything plant-related.Â
Everytime you finish a mission the team splits up as soon as the debriefing is over and you walk straight here.
You sit on the bench, also made of vines, take out your diary and start writing.
You write about everything, from details of missions to your feelings about the team. From things you did that you donât want to forget to things that you want to do after youâre not so tired anymore.
The hedges hide you from view and the only thing you can see when youâre here is the lake.
Sometimes, after a particular difficult mission, you donât even write. You just sit there and look out into the water, the sunshine or moonlight shining down on you, and you feel at peace.
It helps that nobody else ever comes here. The team understands itâs your safe space, and the agents are mostly scared of your powers ever since you grew a giant carnivorous plant and it bit an agent that squeezed your ass during training.Â
The agent got both taken to the medbay and suspended on the same day, and you got the thanks of about a dozen girls that had the same problem with the same asshole.
You walk out of the conference room, the debriefing of the teamâs latest mission just wrapped up, and like usual everyone scatters to their own after-mission ritual.
Today, though, you canât concentrate on anything.
Your feet take you to the rose garden by reflex, but your brain doesnât even register youâre there until you sit on the bench.
Todayâs mission took a lot out of you, not just because of the amount of magic you had to use to get everyone out safely, but also because it was your fault the team was in so much danger in the first place.
You fucked up your task, Natasha had to step in and save your ass, moving away from her post and making her late for her own task and that derailed the entire mission.
At the end, you had to use your powers to take out the hundreds of Hydra agents at the same time, which is no small feat and made you almost pass out.
Everybody told you on the way home not to worry, the mission was successfully accomplished and everyone made it out safely, but you know that if it wasnât for your screw up the team wouldâve gotten in and out of base without so much as a scratch.Â
Nobody had fatal injuries, thank God, but Sam got shot in the leg, Clint got stabbed and everyone else had various degrees of injuries because Hydra got the jump on the team.
Because of me.
That was all you kept thinking about. Your brain had a field day making up all kinds of scenarios where your mistake cost someoneâs life, a few of them even had the entire team dying because of your stupidity.Â
You were so caught up in your head that you didnât even notice someone following you to the rose garden.
Not that you ever do.Â
If thereâs one thing Bucky Barnes knows how to do, is move around undetected. Heâs a master assassin, he was trained for this for over 50 years, he knows how to be a shadow.
Except now he uses his skills for good during missions and, occasionally, to follow you.
Not in a creepy way, of course, just to check on you. At least thatâs the excuse he always uses so he wonât have to admit to himself that what he does is, indeed, a little creepy.
But he canât help himself, Bucky knew from the moment he saw you that he was fucked.Â
The moment you walked into the room to meet the team his heart was yours. You stole it with one simple smile, with one look of your beautiful eyes.
You introduced yourself and shook hands with everyone, but when you looked at Bucky he felt like a light came on and it was just you two.
You shook his hand and he felt like he had to take it off and give it to you, it was yours now. His hand, his arm, his leg, his head, his heart, his soul. Everything he is was now yours, he just knew it.
Then you said his name and he couldâve died right there and then. It was the sweetest sound heâd ever heard, and it was barely two syllables. Every word you said, every laugh and sound that came out of your pretty mouth, Bucky felt like it was all for him. Nobody else mattered.
Bucky knew then he was in love.
But he didnât know how to approach you. You were like a fairy, like a princess. Growing flowers, always smiling, baking, growing everyoneâs favorite flowers and always willing to help, like growing Aloe when Wanda burned herself cooking, or Chamomile to help with Tonyâs anxiety, or Valerian roots whenever someone was feeling down.Â
You were like sunshine and he was terrified heâd kill your light. But heâd be damned if heâd let the world kill it either, heâd protect you with his life.
So he took to following you, making sure you were safe from a distance.
But itâs not like he never talked to you, the more time you spent with the team the more comfortable Bucky got around you and eventually you became friends.
Bucky knew you could take care of yourself, you were one of the strongest members of the team, but he didnât like it when you were in your rose garden by yourself. The tall hedges made it impossible to see incoming danger, so he kept an eye on you just to be sure.
For his own piece of mind. And you never saw him.
That was Buckyâs actual way to unwind after a mission.
Heâd tell everybody he was going for a ride on his bike, but heâd drive it through the woods around the compound and to the other side of the lake where heâd have a perfect view of you without you knowing.Â
Deep down he knew it was a little creepy, he could just ask you if he could join you, but he felt like you needed your time alone without anyone else around, and he knew if he asked you, youâd say yes no matter what you were feeling, because thatâs just the kind of person you are.
So Bucky watched you from afar, always careful not to be seen. He watched you write for hours, it relaxed him to see your beautiful face so concentrated.
Sometimes youâd laugh quietly at what you were writing and those were the only times Bucky was grateful for the supersoldier serum that allowed him to hear such a beautiful sound even with so much distance between you.
But it was torture for him when he knew you had a bad day. Sometimes youâd hug your knees and cry, Bucky could tell how much youâd need a hug, and it killed him that he couldnât just walk up to you and hug you.
Everytime he sees you cry his heart breaks a little and he always tries to make you feel better when you walk back inside. He doesnât ask you whatâs wrong, he just tries to make you laugh. But all he wanted to do was dry your tears.
You did notice Bucky always seemed to act a little goofy when you're feeling down, like he somehow knew, but you never thought much of it.
You knew he was a very observant person, so you assumed he just saw your mood through your behavior better than most.
Bucky loves hanging out with you, even if itâs just as friends. You make fun of him like with everyone else, you donât treat him like could explode at any moment, never walking on eggshells around him like most people do.
Youâve never been afraid of him, and heâs glad that you donât treat him like glass. You treat him like everyone else, and it makes him feel normal.
Everytime time he hangs out with you, you take him back to a time where he was unbroken. You make him feel alive again.
And he falls more in love with you by the second because of it. Youâre all he wants, he wants to have you and kiss your lips and never let anyone hurt you. Thatâs all he can think about, but he knows thatâs not gonna happen.
He heard you talk to Natasha and Wanda, heard that thereâs someone youâd gone on a few dates with. But Bucky knows that guy doesnât deserve you, nobody does.
Even Bucky himself doesnât deserve you, youâre too pure for anyone in this world, but if thereâs someone that has any chance of making you happy, Bucky prays to God that that someone is him.
Bucky knows todayâs mission shook you deeply. He knows you blame yourself, and no amount of reassurance will make you believe that everything is okay.
So today, for the first time, Bucky actually follows you. He can see your unfocused eyes even as you walk and he wants to be near you, just in case.
He almost walks to you when you curl up on the bench and start sobbing quietly, but he holds back not wanting to startle or upset you further.
He just listens to your soft cries until you stop and compose yourself. You sigh and get up, walking back to the Compound to take a much needed relaxing shower.
But youâre still so much in your own head that you donât even notice you left your diary on the bench in the gazebo.Â
Bucky did notice, though.
Heâs tempted to call after you and tell you, but something deep down tells him not to. He waits until youâre gone and then walks to the bench, picking up your diary and opening it.
He doesnât know why, he knows itâs wrong, these are your private thoughts, but heâs just drawn to it for some reason.
When he starts reading he notices you donât mention any specific names, which makes sense because only you read it, you know who youâre writing about. He reads a page here and there, reading about your missions or lazy days.Â
He reads about some memories with the team you wrote about, some he remembers and others he probably wasnât there for, but seeing all these memories from your point of view does something to him.
It makes him feel connected to you, makes him feel like heâs reading your heart and soul, because he kind of is. Then he reads something that captures his attention completely.Â
You write about eyes blue like the ocean and just as troubled, about a smile that could light up the world. You write about someone with a complicated past that never lost his spark, never lost his love for life.Â
A man that went through hell, and never once took it out on the world. A man that didnât ever blame the world, even when he had every right to, choosing instead to protect it.Â
You filled pages and pages with everything you admire about this man, everything you love about him that you know he hates.Â
And Bucky feels like every word you wrote, you wrote for him. But could this be him? Could he be the one you talk about in all your stories?
He wants to. He wants this to be him. He prays youâre talking about him. He wishes this could be him⊠Who is he kidding?
Of course itâs not me.Â
Itâs probably the guy youâve been dating. Yeah, thatâs it. Youâre in love with that guy, that much is clear.Â
Bucky gets to the page where you write about your dates with the guy, but he canât read them.
He closes the diary, not knowing that you compared your date to Bucky every step of the way. Not knowing that you granted the guy a second date just to be sure he couldnât compare to Bucky, and went on a third date at a coffee shop just to let him down gently.
Bucky didnât read how you know heâs the one for you, he didnât read his own name written in your handwriting, the only name in your whole diary because heâs the only person you never want to forget, even though you know you never will.
But Bucky didnât read that.
He puts your diary back where it was on the bench and, with his heart broken and his hope that one day you could be his lost, he goes back inside and to his room.
Itâs only when you go back to the rose garden after your shower that you notice you left your diary there, but donât think much of it. Nobody ever comes here anyway, as far as you know.
After finding out youâre in love with someone else, Bucky canât stop himself from acting differently towards you, which you donât fail to notice.
Itâs not like heâs mean, but your interactions get shorter, like he tries his best to end the conversation quickly.
He no longer sits close to you, no longer tries to make you laugh when youâre feeling down, doesnât hang out with you as much during your down time and if he does, itâs never just the two of you anymore.
Itâs silly to say, but you miss him.
Bucky knows heâs been distancing himself, he knows youâve noticed and he can see itâs affecting you, but heâs doing this to protect himself.
He knows itâs only a matter of time before you present your boyfriend to the team, the man youâre in love with and he doesnât want it to hurt more than necessary.
You decide not to push Bucky, knowing he has his reasons to pull away from you. Maybe heâs just trying to deal with all the stress the teamâs been under and you donât want to add any more to that, so you let him be.
A few weeks later the teamâs on their sixth mission in just as many days and everyone is exhausted. Youâve been taking down Hydra base after Hydra base, because waiting too long meant losing your chance to shut down their operations for good before they got the opportunity to leave.
Youâve been dividing in smaller teams to take down the bases while still giving the team a chance to recuperate, but this last one was the biggest and required the whole team together, which sucked for you because you were in the last team with Steve and Bucky that took down a base just yesterday, so the three of you got barely a few hours of sleep while you flew to the last base.
Youâve cleared the base, all thatâs left is the agents in the courtyard who are really going down fighting. The whole team is outside now, the Hydra agents giving you a hell of a fight. Youâre using your magic against your better judgment, giant vines coming out of your arms like whips, covered in poisonous thorns. One touch of that and anyone would go down immediately, everyone except you.
Or at least thatâs what you think.
As youâre fighting you can see an agent trying to sneak up on Bucky whoâs fighting near you, so you quickly take care of it for him.
Bucky turns around and sees the agent down and then looks at you with that charming smile you fell in love with and winks at you. âThank you, doll.â
Thatâs the friendliest Buckyâs been towards you in weeks and you canât help but smile back with a small blush.
You can see the last agent standing coming at you from your peripheral vision and you quickly whip him with a vine, taking him down as soon as you can so you can turn back to look at Bucky, still smiling at you.
Buckyâs smile drops quickly, though, as he sees your face draining of any color. You barely have the time to register the sting of your own thorn on your arm that youâre already falling to the ground.
Bucky tries to catch you, but he gets thrown back by your magic that goes into defense mode, creating a wall of thorns to protect your now unconscious body.
The team doesn't know what to do, none of them know enough about plants to be sure that these thorns wouldnât just kill them all.
The only one that would know that is you, the person thatâs passed out, or worse, trapped in the midst of a cocoon of thorns.
âOkay, we need to find a safe way to-â Steve starts but cuts himself off almost immediately. âWhat are you doing?!â
Bucky doesnât even turn around to answer, too intent on breaking the thorns around you with his metal arm, not caring that the thorns are ripping his clothes and scratching his face, all he can think about is getting to you.
He finally manages to get through to you, but nobody can follow because your magic regrows the thorns Bucky broke, trapping him with you inside the cocoon.
But Bucky doesnât care, his eyes never leaving your face as he kneels behind you, running a finger softly along your cheek and shivering when he feels your skin is cold as ice.
His mind goes to the worst possibility, that thereâs nothing he can do, but his brain gives him some hope reasoning that your magic wouldnât be working if you were dead.
Right?
He snaps out of his thoughts when he feels the thorns around you vibrate, he takes you in his arms and shields you with his body from whatever is about to happen.
But the only thing that happens is the shade cast by the thorns gets replaced by sunlight. Bucky looks up and realizes Wanda used her magic to lift the thorn cocoon.
âYou couldnât have done that before?!â Bucky barks at Wanda with a glare while carefully picking you up to take you to the Quinjet.
âSheâs not the dumbass that threw himself headfirst in a mess of thorns without even considering another course of action!â Natasha came in Wandaâs defense, though she seemed more amused at Buckyâs antics than annoyed.
As the team heads back home in the jet, Bruce examines you and lets the team know youâre still alive but in a sort of coma.
Their relief is cut short when Bruce makes it known that he has no idea when, or if, youâll wake up.
As soon as the Quinjet lands youâre taken to the medbay and hooked up to machines, an IV in your arm to keep you hydrated.
Bucky holds your hand through it all, staying all night next to you just in case you wake up. He didnât want you to be freaked out and alone, he wanted to be the first person to see your beautiful eyes open.
When morning comes, though, youâre still unconscious, but Bucky doesnât lose hope. You probably need a good sleep.
Thatâs what he tells himself for two, three, four days.
Thatâs what he keeps telling himself for a week, two weeks. Never once leaving your side, not eating unless Steve brings him food and makes sure he eats before leaving, and using the bathroom of your room in the medbay.
He barely sleeps and, when he does, he dreams of you.
Everyone was getting worried about him, he refused to leave your side until one day Steve came into your room to tell Bucky there was something wrong with your rose garden.
Bucky was torn between staying with you and seeing what Steve was talking about, but decided that it would kill you if something happened to your roses so he had to make sure everything was okay when you woke up.
Because youâre going to wake up.
Bucky follows Steve to your rose garden, and his eyes widen in horror as soon as he sees it. The roses, the hedges, the vines.
Everything is dying.
Buckyâs heart breaks, only one thought in his mind. If your plants are dying, does that mean youâre slowly dying too?
No. Thatâs unacceptable. Youâre not gonna die, not if Bucky has anything to do with it.
He takes it upon himself to take care of your garden, watering it and doing everything he can to keep the roses and vines alive, fooling himself into believing that this will keep you alive.
He stays on the gazebo day and night, sleeping on the bench, spending every waking moment trying to keep a hold of even the smallest part of you.
But itâs not enough. Nothing is enough.
Bucky loses track of how many days heâs been in your garden, sleeping maybe an hour at a time here and there, watering the roses every few hours and crying the rest of the time.
After all itâs his fault, if he hadnât distracted you none of this wouldâve happened. Youâd be in your beautiful garden, probably with your boyfriend, and the only broken thing would be Buckyâs heart.
That he couldâve lived with.Â
But how can he live with the knowledge that he caused your end? That he killed your light? That he killed his sunshine, his hope, the love of his life? He canât live with that.
Not that he has to.
While Buckyâs spiraling while surrounded by dying roses, inside your room in the medbay youâre finally waking up after almost a month.
You open your eyes slowly, looking around you at the hospital-like room. Thereâs nobody around and, as you look at the window, you can see itâs really late at night.
You sit up and try to make sense of what happened while rubbing your eyes. The last thing you remember is Buckyâs bright smile, and then nothing.
You look down at your arm and see an IV, which you take out while frowning. How long have you been sleeping?
You carefully get off the bed and make your way outside to your rose garden, just to be sure everythingâs okay. Itâs not like anyoneâs gonna stop you anyway.
When you get close, the moonlight shines on the hedges and you gasp at what you see. Your beautiful roses withering away, the gazebo made of vines dying too.
But the most confusing thing is the sobs coming from the bench, although no oneâs sitting on it.
You get closer and see Bucky sitting in front of the bench while hugging his knees and crying softly. You frown and get a little closer before stopping, not wanting to startle him.
âBuckyâŠâ You say quietly and his head snaps up, his eyes instantly meeting yours.
For a moment it feels like heâs trying to decide if youâre real, he reaches out and you extend your hand to take his. That seems to convince him and he gasps.
âDollâŠâ His voice is barely above a whisper, almost as if he thinks if he makes too much noise youâll disappear.
âWhatâs wrong?â You ask him while getting a little closer to him, concern clear in your every feature.
Itâs only when you get closer that you see his face full of cuts and you frown. Those are not just any scratches, itâs clear to you that they were made by thorns. âD-did⊠Did I do this to you?âÂ
Youâre kneeling in front of him now, one hand still in his one the other comes up to trace the cuts in his face softly, but he takes your hand in his and kisses your palm.
âIâm okayâŠâ He reassures you.
Just then he realizes, youâre fussing over him when youâre the one thatâs been in a coma for a month. âAre you okay? How long have you been awake?âÂ
âI⊠I just woke up.â You tell him honestly, then look around at the dying roses and vines before looking back at him. âWhat happened to me?â
âYou got stung by one of your poisonous thorns.â He says quietly, his thumbs rubbing circles on your skin while he refuses to let go of you. âYouâve been unconscious for almost a month.â
âA month?!â Youâre shocked at the news, not knowing what to say or do, so you just stay there while letting the information sink in. The silence is broken by Bucky after a minute.
âIâm sorry about your roses⊠I tried to keep them alive, butâŠâ He looks around with a hopeless expression. âI failed you.â
Your heart breaks a little. Does he really think he failed you?
You take a deep breath, then close your eyes and when you open them again a second later everythingâs back to normal. The roses are as beautiful as ever, the gazebo just as majestic. Itâs like nothing ever happened.
Bucky looks around in awe when he feels you take his chin and you make him look at you.
âYou could never fail me.â You say firmly, wanting him to understand you mean it. You look at the cuts around his face and you canât help the guilt and pain that you feel deep within you. âIâm sorryâŠâ
âIt wasnât your fault.â Itâs like Bucky can read your thoughts, he knows all you can see are your faults, and he wants you to know he doesnât blame you for anything. âYou werenât even conscious. You have nothing to be sorry for.â
âI never wanted to be one of the people that hurt youâŠâ Your voice is a whisper as a tear escapes you. âThe world hurt you so much already⊠I never wanted to be part of that. You donât deserve it.â
Bucky frowns. He feels like heâs heard those words, but where? No, he didnât hear them. He read them. He read them in your diary, where you wrote about the man youâre in love with. Could it be possible?
Could I be him?
âItâs meâŠâ He says lower than a whisper, his eyes locked on yours, and itâs your time to be confused now.
âWhat?â You ask him with a frown while wiping your cheeks.
âItâs me youâre in love with.â His voice is a little louder, but firm. Heâs not asking you, heâs making a statement.
Your eyes widen in surprise, you almost take your hands away from his but his hold prevents you from doing that.
âI-I⊠What?â Is all you can bring yourself to say, confused as to why heâs so sure of it. Are you really that transparent?
âI read your diaryâŠâ Bucky says, guilt written all over his face, but at least heâs owning up to it. âYou wrote about the man you love⊠and you wrote the same thing you just told me. Itâs me, isnât it? You love me back?â His voice is more hopeful now, his confident demeanor weavering.
âYou⊠You read my diary?â You say, your mind still playing catch up.
Itâs only a moment later that you register the âlove me backâ and you donât give him a chance to apologize or justify himself before youâre speaking again. âYou love me?!âÂ
Bucky hesitates a moment but nods firmly. âI love you, doll. Iâve loved you since the moment I met you.âÂ
You feel like someone punched you and all the air has left your body. You have no idea what to say, so you donât say anything.
Instead you lean in and kiss him.
Bucky wastes no time kissing you back, but a thought pops into his mind and he reluctantly pulls back. âWhat about your boyfriend?â
âBoyfriend?â You frown again, having no idea what heâs talking about. âI donât have a boyfriend.â
âYou donât?â Bucky feels like a weight has been lifted off his shoulders and he pulls you to straddle him. âWhat about the guy you went on a few dates with?â
You narrow your eyes at him but decide to table the conversation about how he knows that for another time, so you smile at him and decide to just be honest with him.
âDo you honestly think that anyone could ever measure up to you? Because if you do, youâre an idiot.â Bucky grins and kisses you again.Â
Maybe he is an idiot. But when heâs the idiot youâre in love with, how much of an idiot can he really be?
It looks like he can be him after all.
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