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kingsofeverything · 7 years ago

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Annual Writing Self-Evaluation

*All answers should be about works published in 2017.

1. List of works published this year:

In the order that they were posted

Fall At My Door

Collide

Mercedes Boy

The Oldest Magic Word

With a Word (part 2 of FAMD)

Possessing All of Me (part 2 of MB)

It Had To Be You

One of Many

Stranded in a Dream

How Fast You Fall

Soft Wings

Has The Ocean Lost Its Way

Splish Splash

Don’t Want Shelter

Wasted Like A Memory (part 2 of DWS)

Just Around the Corner

Find You Home

Sweating ’Til My Clothes Come Off

Number 84

Let Me In (part 3 of DWS)

Admission

Intention

Resolution

2. Work you are most proud of (and why):

Don’t Want Shelter, definitely. The idea for it came to me over a year ago, and that was basically exes to lovers stuck in a hurricane together. I tried to write it earlier in the year and scrapped it. It was a completely different story and they were actually exes, but it just wasn’t working. RIP those 10k words. But I set out to write something with more emotion and I wanted to write something different and I feel like I succeeded. I’m very emotionally attached to their characters in DWS too. It’s been hard to get my head out of that universe.

I’m putting the rest under a cut because this got really long.

3. Work you are least proud of (and why):

Soft Wings. It was soooo hard to write at that time. I was just struggling to write anything at all and every single word of that fic was a giant pain in my ass. It was a bday gift and I actually decided not to do gift fics anymore because of how hard it was to write. The last gift fic I wrote was DWS and it was like 2 months late-- sorry about that @justafatbirdonaboat <3

4. A favorite excerpt of your writing:

So, this was actually difficult and I would rather include the sex scene I mention below in question 7, but it’s long and... it’s smut and I feel like dropping it in here with nothing leading up to it or after it takes a lot away from it. This is from DWS:

If he keeps himself busy enough, which he’s fairly successful with, he doesn’t have time to think about Harry and how once again he practically laid himself bare for absolutely no reason. It’ll fade, he knows that, but at the same time he doesn’t want it to. It’s how he finds himself going out of his way to some specialty store to find Harry’s organic cinnamon toothpaste. It’s why he bought some fancy vanilla candle for his bedroom. He’s fighting with himself over trying to forget and wanting to remember, because he knows that eventually it’ll be gone no matter what he wants. The toothpaste will be empty and the candle will burn down, and it’ll all become a distant memory.

5. Share or describe a favorite comment you received:

i got a super long and detailed comment on FAMD from one of my favorite drarry authors and bloggers that came at the perfect time when i was feeling really shitty about writing and also life in general. it was such a surreal thing for me because i was reading the comment and it was just super lovely and the whole time i was reading it i was like OMFG and fangirling lol

all of the comments on DWS from people who read it as a WIP. they were like some sort of super fuel for me. and it was... idk a special thing for me. i’ve never done a WIP before and idk if I ever will again. it just worked out with that fic because of the chapters and betaing etc. but every time i posted a chapter and people would comment on it, it was just... idk it meant a lot that anyone would follow along, i guess.

6. A time when writing was really, really hard:

Writing Soft Wings, so late May, and then again after I posted DWS, I struggled with Sweating ’Til My Clothes come off. That was Reason #14 and literally NO ONE wanted to write that prompt, so I took it. Mainly though, my struggles have been with fics that either I’ve abandoned (the old version of DWS) or my unfinished sci fic au.

7. A scene or character you wrote that surprised you:

i feel like everything i write surprises me. i’m constantly shocked that i write anything at all. i think that most of dws was surprising to me. i had a vague idea of what i wanted their personalities to be like, but the way they ended up was so much better than i thought they’d be. I MEAN, i legit thought that the entire fic would take place over 3 days and would end when the storm ended! and then the storm ended and i was like... wtf i’m not anywhere near finished with this. and then a scene specifically, umm... there’s a sex scene in ch 7 of dws that ended up being wayyyyyyyyyyy more emotional for me to write and it still makes me sad to read it. and i’m like 99.999999% sure if you’ve read that fic, you know what i’m talking about. i wrote that and immediately was messaging nic like “i’ve made myself sad with smut! what is wrong with me?”

8. How did you grow as a writer this year:

i’m much less messy, though i’m still messy. i think i was easier on my beta this year. less cliche (unless i’m cliche on purpose) and better at getting the emotions across? I DON’T KNOW @louandhazaf is better at this stuff. she answered a different question about this earlier in the year actually.

wait. also. i think i’m better at conceptualizing a story BEFORE i start writing. i still suck at it, but not as badly as last year.

9. How do you hope to grow next year:

i’d like to write another long fic. i’d like to get better at developing secondary characters. i’d like to write more emotion into my fics. i’d love to be better at outlining and planning fics, but idk if that’s who i am lol

tbh i’d like to be better at the part of writing that, up until this point, and to a certain point, come naturally to me. i don’t think about my character’s motivations or what they’re separate stories are or backgrounds and shit like that until i’m writing and sometimes i do it and don’t realize i’m doing it? i guess? I DON’T KNOW. coming from a math background and never having written or even taken a creative writing class or anything like that, like... some of the most important aspects of writing, i have no clue about them. at least that’s how i feel. a lot of what i do is just................. like me flying by the seat of my pants.

10. Who was your greatest positive influence this year as a writer (could be another writer or beta or cheerleader or muse etc etc):

this is my answer from last year and i’m just going to leave it because it’s still true.

NIC @louandhazaf my friend and forever beta. one day we’re going to take over the world. just depends which one of us is in charge of the brain that day as to whether it’s for good or evil.

however, i’ll add to this a bit. nic is the best cheerleader and beta and all of that. bouncing ideas around with her is always fun and always productive. we laughed so hard when we were talking about ideas for DWS. like... i think we both laughed so hard we cried.

having writer friends -- so all of you -- has been such a positive thing for me. knowing that we all sort of go through the same shit makes it easier when it’s my own lol.

specifically, i’ll say that @phd-mama influenced me with her fic ‘feels like coming home’ because i read that fic and when i finished i decided that i needed to write something with more emotion behind it, something with a really great (though not necessarily good) back story. the history between her characters in that fic..... idk a lot of it hit home for me. and because of that fic, i wrote DWS. so, thanks <3

11. Anything from your real life show up in your writing this year:

ummmm... yes. let’s just say.......... yes.

12. Any new wisdom you can share with other writers:

yes! write what makes you happy, even if that means writing something sad and depressing. but also try to challenge yourself to write things you’re not used to or things you haven’t done before. also, just write. you can edit later. put words down.

13. Any projects you’re looking forward to starting (or finishing) in the new year:

my near misses fic, which is what i’ll call it until i title it, that i am super excited about (this one just came to me yesterday)

moodboard fic - it’s anon, so i can’t say anything other than that. i started it, but i think i’m going to start over.

2 time stamps for ‘don’t want shelter’. one that takes place the summer they’re 13, and one that takes place between chapters 8 & 9, but before ‘let me in’

my sci fi au - it’s been kicking my ass for most of this year

i have a fic idea where they go from friends to lovers, but it’s a long long road to get there. idk if i’ll get to it. it would be loooong.

i want to do a valentines fic but idk if i’ll have time. i’d like my near misses fic to be for valentines, but that’s a lot of pressure on me and then on my beta.

28 proposals with jess @someonethatsfunny and if we want to do it for an advent fic for next year, i need to at least write a proposal per month.

i want to do the new relationship travel the world fic with nic @louandhazaf that we’ve talked about co-writing, but we both have so much going on.........

oh and the tiny penis fic series. which is 5 short fics that are not connected, but one of them has a tiny penis in each fic (it switches around and also maybe they both do in one fic)

14. Tag three writers/artists whose answers you’d like to read. ;)

I would like to tag all of my writer friends, sooo you’re all tagged. Also, this is more than 3, but idc

@dinosaursmate @allwaswell16 @letsjustsee @gaycousinlarry @goodmorningtoyouuniverse @assisreal (writing or art, saori! or both!) @prettytruthsandlies @someonethatsfunny @phd-mama ok i’ll stop tagging so that y’all will have people you can tag lol

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hiimcaroline · 7 years ago

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Get To Know Me - Tag

100 years ago I was tagged by the cutest @philophobia999 @legit-min-yoongi-trash-tho and @jeylovestoblog thank youu~ 💕 💕 at least they were simillar so I merged them together hahah

Name: Caroline, Carolina, Karolina I mean there many ways you can write it haha

Nicknames: Never really had a nickname irl tbh On here I was told that it’s: Bunny, Hiimmy, C 💕 is polish candy a nickname? hahha

Gender: Female

Star Sign: Cancer

Height: 5’3/160 cm

Time Right Now: 10:11 PM

MBTI type: INFJ

Birthday: July 12

Last Thing I Googled: Jungkook all black outfit

Favorite Bands: Kpop- BTS, MONSTA X, BIGBANG, Got7, Blackpink, EXO, Mamamoo, Triple H, Pentagon, TWICE, Seventeen and many more. Other- 30 Seconds To Mars, The 1975, Kings Of Leon, Arctic Monkeys, Fall Out Boy, The Kooks, The Beatles and also maaany more.

Favorite Solo Artists: IU, Zion. T, Jay Park, Ed Sheeran, Zico, CL, Harry Styles, Suran, Dean, Halsey, Jimin Park and seriously soooo many more!

Song stuck in my head: EXO - Koko Bop

Last show watched: Friends

Last movie I watched: Beauty and the Beast with @gloomybow1

When did you create your blog: early 2012 I think

What do you post: Mainly Kpop, I make kpop moodboards, aesthetic stuff also a little bit of fashion

When did your blog reach its peak: Never? I’m a smol blog!

Do you have other blogs: Only one hahaha I have a fitness blog, but I don’t use it anymore. But I have twice as much followers there hahah

Do you get asks regularly: Nahhhh, almost none hahah only requests for mbs

Why did you choose your URL: tbh I have no idea, I don’t remember how I thought of it....I wanted something that would be connected with me, kinda personal. So I think I must have thought my name would be a good idea.......big mistake hahha

Following: 517, please give me some recommendations, I need to follow more!

Posts: 39K +

Hogwarts House: Slytherin/Ravenclaw - I’m still not sure, I think now more ravenclaw

Favorite Colors: Black, Pastel Pink, Pastel Purple

Average Hours of Sleep: NOT ENOUGH in general, but now more, because there’s no uni, but on average 6? I guess

Lucky Numbers: 8 and 13 for some reason... and recently 11

Instruments: tried learning piano and guitar, didn’t work thooo

Favorite Characters: Too many to answer. Seriously. But i like strong female characters like Hermione and Mulan!

What am I wearing right now: pajamas (shorts and a t-shirt)

How many blankets do you sleep with: only one

Favourite food: korean tofu? sushi? anything vegan with rice tbh

Dream Job: translator, tour guide or a teacher. I just want to travel so much! Also I could be an owner of a coffee shop or a restaurant or a kpop shop idk

Dream trip: South Korea (sooooon), USA, Japan, New Zealand, Thailand

Nationality: Polish

Favorite Song Right Now: this is too hard tbh whole new EXO’s album and whole Monsta X’s album hahah I listen to both of them on repeat

I tag (Please do it only if you want to~): @jungkook-gifs @mart-art @gloomybow1 @bfkook @nerdy-otaku @paperb-fly @sugaster @minseokkks @ahoneyyboy @softykook @jackson-wang-tbh @jacksonwangblog

#hi guys #I tagged new mutuals #please let me know if you don't wanna be tagged #also obviously you don't have to do thi #it's just my kind of interaction #i'm too shy #sorry #hahah #ily #tag #about me #that's caroline #game

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ohskywalker · 7 years ago

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rules: you must answer these 85 statements and tag 20 people

i was tagged by the beautiful @mavencalore ( thank you !!! )

tagging: @aliciaspinnte @selenakyles @ginnyeweasley @afictionalname @alrightpotter @sanktallinas + anyone else who wants to do this

the last 1. drink: cucumber water 2. phone call: my mom 3. text message: my best friend 4. song you listened to: nemesis by benjamin clementine 5. time you cried: a month ago bc my guidance counselor screwed up all my courses for next year :( ( it was fine in the end but i’m just an emotional bish ) 6. dated someone twice: hahahahaha.. no 7. kissed someone and regretted it: ( see above ) 8. been cheated on: nope 9. lost someone special: no 10. been depressed: not clinically, but there were times where i kind of felt,, ya know 11. gotten drunk and thrown up: no

three colours

12. white 13. pale blue 14. pale grey/silver

in the last year have you

15. made new friends: yes 16. fallen out of love: not romantically.. mb platonically??? 17. laughed until you cried: not that i remember 18. found out someone was talking about you: YES 19. met someone who changed you: not really 20. found out who your friends are: a bit, yea 21. kissed someone on your Facebook list: nope general 22. how many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: i think all of them(?) 23. do you have any pets: not anymore but i might get a puppy next year !! 24. do you want to change your name: a bit, i’ve never really liked my name that much, i even made a list of names for my kids, i know that’s weird but no judgement 25. what did you do for your last birthday: dinner with friends, i also went to starbucks and the lady there wrote ‘happy birthday’ on my cup 26. what time did you wake up: 7 during school time, 9:30 when not 27. what were you doing at midnight last night: sleeping (i was sooo tired) 28. name something you can’t wait for: i’m redecorating my room soon !! 29. when was the last time you saw your mom: like 5 minutes ago 31. what are you listening to right now: i’m watching will and grace if that counts 32. have you ever talked to a person named tom: yes, like 5 of them 33. something that is getting on your nerves: my siblings,,, like, always 34. most visited website: tumblr 35. hair colour: dark brown 36. long or short hair: long 37. do you have a crush on someone: noo, not in a while : | 38. what do you like about yourself: in general,, i kinda like my personality and character traits (?) most of the time, i also have a nice sense of style i think 39. piercings: ears lobes, one on each ear but i kinda wanna get another 40. blood type: i have no idea, i asked my parents and they think (!!) i might be a 41. nickname: nope they’re all really weird, just stick with izzy 42. relationship status: single 43. zodiac: aquarius 44. pronouns: she/her 45. favourite tv show: don’t know, mb b99,, avatar? 46. tattoos: hahahaha never my mom would kill me 47. right or left handed: right 48. surgery: i got a birth mark removed when i was like 5 50. sport: no no no no no (unless wii sports count, or going to the gym) 51. vacation: soooo many don’t tempt me 52. pair of trainers: black + white nikes (imma basic bish)

MORE GENERAL 53. eating: cacao chips 54. drinking: water 55. i’m about to: go to sleep?? clean?? idk what i’m doing 56. waiting for: this to be overrrr 57. want: so many things don’t get me started (also to be allowed to redesign my house bc i could make it work) 58. get married: preferably by 30, have kids at 32 + 35 59. career: i :) have :) no :) idea :)

WHICH IS BETTER 60. hugs or kisses: hugs 61. lips or eyes: eyes 62. shorter or taller: taller 63. older or younger: older but not too much 64. nice arms or nice stomach: stomach 65. hook up or relationship: relationship 66. troublemaker or hesitant: both

HAVE YOU EVER: 67. kissed a stranger: no 68. drank hard liquor: once my grandma and her friends peer pressured me into doing a shot 69. lost glasses/contact lenses: never 70. turned someone down: yes 71. sex on the first date: no 72. broken someone’s heart: i don`t think so 73. had your heart broken: not really 74. been arrested: no 75. cried when someone died: yes 76. fallen for a friend: no

DO YOU BELIEVE IN: 77. yourself: i think 78. miracles: yes 79. love at first sight: mb kinda 80. santa claus: if only.. 81. kiss on the first date: pls 82. angels: i guess

OTHER: 84. eye colour: hazel blue 85. favourite movie: idk, i really like old disney movies, star wars, and some others

#about me #ahh this took so long

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tsfrbss · 8 years ago

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Paper Moon Part 9

MB - @thecountessakasha - here, with Part 9! If you’ve been reading this series, I am so, so, so super sorry this has taken soooo long. Since I have a new job and come home everyday exhausted beyond measure, it’s taken me much longer to get this part together. Good news is, it’s finally here!

I’m going to tag a couple people who I’ve told about this and my really special love who keeps betaing this for me @evansscruff - thank you, darling.

A/N: Bucky and Steve end up at a venue that has a 40s night and meet an OFC, Melissa Rose, a singer in a local club. They both are stunned by her, and start to vie for her affections. They end up finding out more about themselves in the process.

This honestly started out as maybe a one shot but as I got going, I decided it’ll be chapters. How many? No frigging idea. This is my absolute first time writing a fic of any sort and yes I did base the OFC on myself. I hope y'all enjoy.

Word count: 4400+ because I am a wordy bitch.

Warnings: A little angst. DETAILED SUPER SMUT. Possible fluff, depending on your view of things.

STEVE’S POV

Natasha and I arrive back at the tower the next afternoon, no worse for wear, after gathering the information Stark and Fury were looking for.

I was so eager to see her that I messaged Melissa on the way home, asking if it were alright to come by her place when I got back. She readily agreed. After debriefing, I head straight to my room, showering and changing into civvies. I poke around the tower looking for Bucky, but not finding him I head over to the club. I can always talk to him later.

The owner lets me in, and I climb the stairs to Melissa’s place, rapping on the door quickly. When it opens she beams brightly at me, “Hey, Steve. Come on in.”

As soon as I see her, as soon as I’m in her presence, I feel better. How does she do that? She reaches for my hand, leading me inside. Why does her touch electrify me? She’s wearing yoga pants, thick socks, and a thin shirt that hangs off one shoulder offering me a peek at tattoo on her shoulder blade and the beginning of one down her back. Such simple things to wear, and she looks amazing.

“Can I get you a drink, darlin’?” She moves to her little kitchen and I follow in behind her, leaning over her exposed shoulder.

“No, doll,” I whisper, my lips brushing her soft flesh after sliding her dark waves out of the way. I watch the goosebumps spread out over her neck, shoulders, and arms, causing me to grin against her skin. How does she always smell so good?

“Did you miss me, Captain?” She gives a little giggle, turning to face me.

I cup her face in my hands, smiling down at her. “You have no idea.” Moving in, I brush my lips against hers and she lets out the softest sigh I’ve ever heard.

Her arms immediately wrap around my neck, fingers sliding into my hair to press me closer, kissing me hard. She tastes like cloves, cinnamon, and rum, I note. I pull her to me, the kiss making me lose my breath. Her tongue explores my mouth, mine doing the same with hers eagerly.

Once again, she stops suddenly. “Steve. I don’t want to hide anything from you. We can’t start this way. I need to tell you that Bucky was here a couple nights ago,” she meets my gaze, brows knitting as she bites her bottom lip. “And he stayed the night. Now, I know that you know this already, but I also want it to come from me.”

My arms keep her pressed tightly to me, and I can feel her heart beating rapidly. Fingers brushing her cheek, I tuck a stray lock of that gorgeous silver laced dark hair behind her ear. “Melissa. It’s ok. I promise I don’t mind. I have no right to make you choose and I’m not going to do so now.”

I slide my hand behind her neck and use my thumb to tilt her chin up, pressing my nose to her jawline, “I just needed to see you. I… I need you. I want you. It’s all I’ve been thinking of since I saw you last, since I kissed you.” I breathe in deeply, committing her scent to memory as I let it wash over me.

A small moan comes from her as she feels my breath tickle her neck when I speak. Her fingers tighten in my hair and she tugs, sending a jolt straight to my groin, immediately waking my hardness. “Alright cher, I just wanted to make sure we’re on the same page.”

Grunting at her response, her accent, her roughness touches something deep within me. Picking her up and setting her on the kitchen island, I quickly slide between her legs. Our kisses becoming hungry, needy, wild. My fingers tangle in her hair and she’s tugging the hem of my shirt, working to get it over my head.

I pull it off, breaking the kiss a moment and after tossing the garment somewhere in the room, my hands move quickly to slide under her loose shirt. I groan loudly when I realize she’s wearing nothing under it. Fingers seek her nipples and I feel something that makes me pause.

She giggles, and my GOD what a sound. “My old men,” she chides, shaking her head obviously amused. She flings off her shirt and I see them. Two tiny pieces of metal decorating her precious pink buds.

With a growl, I move in to run my tongue over them, first one, then the other. Teeth tugging the metal, grazing over the flesh. She cries out, back arching, causing her chest to press against my mouth. “You’re unbelievable, doll…” my hand playing with the other one, giving it equal attention.

“Oh.. Steve…” She’s biting down so hard on her lower lip that she may draw blood. Her hips start bucking against me and I can feel her heat and need on my belly through the thin fabric that serves as her pants. With my mouth still latched to her, I’m working to remove the barrier between us.

My hands are yanking the waist down and she lifts up her luscious ass allowing me to lay her bare. God, she’s soaking already. She’s moaning and whimpering and I swear I’ve never heard sweeter sounds.

I move down her midsection kissing her tattoo there as I go and she seems embarrassed. I can see she’s struggling with being so exposed to me. Her arms start to slide over her belly and I shake my head against her, murmuring softly on her skin, “No. No hiding from me. You are… so beautiful.” I pause, eyes flickering up to hers, “Every part of you.”

A deep sigh emanates from her and she nods. She slides her fingers into my blonde locks tugging roughly, making me hiss with pleasure. I let my breath fan over her, my lips ghosting just above where I want to be. Ever so gently I dip my tongue into her folds, right at her little bundle of nerves with a kitten lick. Just one, single, tiny brush with the tip.

She gasps, “Mais! Envie plus!” her hips immediately jerk up off the counter and I savor the little taste as I plant little kisses trailing up and down her inner thighs. I knew she would taste good. Somehow I just knew.

“Mmmm. Is my good little Captain a tease?” she taunts, squirming under my hands which pin her to the island.

My knees weaken at her tone, her way of addressing me. It’s clouding my mind and I lunge forward, burying my face in her folds. My nose nudges her clit as I press my tongue into her, sliding it into her entrance.

She’s panting, letting out these little whimpers and whines as she’s moving her hips closer to get more of me. I hear my name intermixed with French exclamations, and it makes me grin against her. It’s perfect, she’s perfect. Her fingers tug and pull roughly at my hair, making me work harder.

Growling deep in my chest, I push her thick thighs back further with my shoulders as I lick and suck and nibble at her, each action eliciting a buck of her hips against my mouth. My hands reach up, palming her soft breasts and playing with the little pieces of metal.

I cannot get enough of her. Sliding my right hand down her tattooed chest and belly, I move my tongue to her tiny, sensitive bud, working it in tight little circles and slip two fingers into her dripping entrance. With a ‘come hither’ motion I find that glorious magic spot. All it takes is a few swipes and she’s screaming my name over and over. Her hips leave the kitchen bar altogether, her whole body shaking violently, nails digging into my scalp.

Moaning her name as she comes undone for me, I push on, working her through her high. “C'est assez, Steven!” she finally cries out in a spent whimper, and I relent but not before cleaning her of every drop with a small laugh.

“You’re killing me with the French, amoureux,” I grin up at her, licking my fingers clean. “Though it’s a bit different than what I learned way back.”

She brings her hands to her face shaking her head, cheeks reddening. Finally she laughs, reaching for me. I pull her back to sitting and she seeks my mouth to run her tongue along my lips, clearly reveling in the taste of herself on my skin before kissing me forcefully.

With a happy sigh, she moves to slide her lips along my jaw, nibbling as she goes, “I can’t help it, sometimes it just comes out.” Each little graze of her teeth sending a jolt down my spine. Her arms link around my neck and I gently pick her up, placing her back on her feet.

“Come on, mon bon petit Capitaine. I’ve got more talents than just singing and randomly speaking in French to show you,” and she takes my hand, tugging me toward her bedroom.

BUCKY’S POV

It’s been ages since I could walk around the city feeling light on my feet. There’s something about what’s happened over the past few days that makes me feel like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders. A song keeps running through my head, just a single line from one she performed that fateful night. “It’s been a long, long time coming, but I know a change is gonna come.”

How does she do it? How in the hell does she make me feel this way? About her? About Steve? How does she make me feel comfortable with myself? Comfortable in my skin in a way I’ve never, ever felt?

Breakfast out with her yesterday was great. I questioned her about everything. Her youth, her home, her whole life. Her answers came with no hesitation and downright eagerness to share herself with me. She bounced questions right back at me, the conversation so easy and we finally had to cut it off, otherwise we’d have been in the greasy spoon all damn day.

I had walked her back to the club so she could rest up for her show that evening, and it was so hard to leave. I wish I could have stayed and watched her show again. But I needed time to myself. There were things I needed to work out in my head before I saw Steve.

I spent the rest of that evening and most of the night going over everything I was going to say to him. I actually slept well, too. Which I’d only really done recently when I was in Melissa’s bed.

Texting Natasha after my run this morning, she said they would be back that afternoon. Perfect.

A big smile overtakes my features and I shake my head. I should get something for Melissa. Of course every time she comes to mind, my heart flutters and I lose my train of thought. Come on, James. Get your shit together. You’re acting like you’ve never been taken by a woman before. Like you’ve never dated.

She’s just so…different. I can’t believe I told her about Steve. I can’t believe that the fact that she’s dating Steve doesn’t bother me. It actually makes everything about her, about him BETTER. It’s not like we’re competing. It feels more like it’s a complete picture.

That is something I never thought I could have. I never DREAMED I could have. After everything that’s happened to me, to him. All that we’ve been through. Our futures will never be like we once imagined.

The whole ‘settling down and having a family’ thing just isn’t for us. It’s not compatible with our lives anymore. And the things I’ve thought about since coming back from the dead, as I like to call it, I just didn’t think I deserved.

I am still having a hard time believing I’m worth anything. Much less worth love. That I deserve it after all I’ve done. But she makes me feel like I am. She makes me feel like I can have what I want. What I think I need. What would make me complete.

And what is that exactly? You know what it is, James. It’s you and Steve and a woman you both love, who loves you both. Not to have a family with. To BE a family with. One unit. Together. Yes, it’s unconventional. Yes, it’ll probably be judged harshly. But our lives are unconventional. Our lives are not normal in any way.

And I know what it feels like to be judged harshly. So does Melissa, knowing her like I do now, what she’s been through, what she told me of her life. She’s strong. I’m strong. Steve is strong. I hope he’s strong enough to make this work with us. I know he’d be happier. And that’s what I want above all. For both of them to be happy.

I take my time walking back, enjoying the sights and sounds of the city like never before, really seeing the humanity around me, feeling it.

With a new spring in my step, I arrive at the tower grinning from ear to ear. As I step out of the elevator into the communal area, Wanda spies me. She pauses on her way in, one eyebrow cocked as she takes me in.

“Bucky?” she calls out.

I nod, still grinning, “Hey, Wanda. What’s up?”

“Oh, nothing. You just…,” pausing, she tilts her head at me, smiling softly. “You seem really happy right now. Happier than I’ve ever felt. It’s radiating off of you. It just… it feels great.”

“I feel amazing. Like a weight has been lifted from me,” offering her a big, genuine smile. “Say, you haven’t seen Steve or Natalia, have you?”

She hooks a thumb toward the kitchen, “Nat’s in there. Steve I think went to pay someone a visit,” she finishes with a little chuckle.

I match her chuckle, “I got you. Thanks, hon.” Winking, I head into the kitchen.

“Наталья! Вы здесь?” I call out, loudly, looking around the kitchen.

Red waves pop up from behind the kitchen island, “Да, Барнс. Что происходит?” Upon seeing my expression, she narrows her eyes, pointing her finger at my face, making a little circle, “What’s all THAT about?”

Laughing at her gesture, I shrug my shoulders, “Oh. Nothing. Nothing at all.” I whistle innocently, then snort.

“You’re an idiot,” she rolls her eyes. “I take it you’ve come to some realizations?” She’s already bending back down, digging through the cabinet.

Leaning on the island, “Uh huh. Steve go to see Melissa?”

“Yep.” Pulling out the pots and pans she was apparently hunting and setting them on the counter, “So, you finally understand the reason you’ve not been able to find a woman you could settle down with is because you needed one who would be ok with you AND Steve. Together.”

Not a question. A statement.

“How the fuck…?”

She rolls her eyes muttering, “Jesus Christ, it’s like none of you realize I see everything. Does everyone here forget that I’m a super spy?”

“I just never thought myself that transparent, I guess,” I reply running my fingers through my hair. “Alright, since you know what I want, what are your thoughts?”

“Well, obviously I think it’s fantastic. And that it fits both of you perfectly,” she calls out digging around in the fridge. “And from what I get about Melissa, from Steve AND you, she is the piece you’ve both been missing.”

What had hit me like a bolt of lightning as I knelt before Melissa in her tiny dressing room, my head in her lap seemed like such an easy thing for Natasha to see and understand. Damn, she’s good.

I’m still gaping at her when she adds, “And you should tell him as soon as he gets back from her place because I’m fairly certain that you two are going to want to be talking about the same thing,” she whistles innocently this time. “Of course, it might take some convincing on her part. Or not. I’ve not met her yet, so I don’t know,” her knife chopping away at some veggie or another.

She pauses. “You know, you’re going to have to introduce her to the rest of us, right? And explain everything? You know how we are,” she adds pointedly, waving her knife around.

“I’m aware,” I grumble, rolling my eyes as I walk toward the elevator to head back to my room.

MELISSA’S POV

I’m leading Captain America to my bedroom. I just had Captain America give me an incredible orgasm on my kitchen island because, and I quote, I’m “all he’s been thinking about since he saw me last.”

WHAT. THE. FUCK.

Ok, just roll with it. You have two gorgeous super soldiers who want you and you want them and what in the fuck do you even have to offer them? Either of them…? And how the FUCK is this going to even work? Bucky wants this to work. He wants this. You want it, too. Does Steve? Have they even talked?

No, no. Don’t think that way, don’t think about it yet, just roll with it, Melissa. Just roll.

Tugging Steve’s hand down the hallway, he follows me like an obedient puppy. I can see the stress and tension obviously through his perfectly fitted Levi’s.

Fuck, he is gorgeous. So is my beloved Bucky, but they’re so different from each other in the most wonderful ways. How did I get so, so lucky?

When we reach my bedroom, he spins me around sliding his fingers into my hair capturing my lips in a deep, needy kiss. I marvel at the heat radiating off him, my nails scratching down his perfectly sculpted chest leaving red trails behind making him shudder.

I sit myself down on the foot of the bed, leaving him standing before me, shirtless. Fingers finding his button fly, I’m nibbling at his gorgeously formed ‘v’ while I peer up into his blue eyes, which are so different than the other set I’ve been seeing lately, I note.

The look of complete and total adoration on his face as he’s watching me, my movements, roaming over my body, knocks me breathless.

I work quicker, feeling his fingers trailing through my hair and tear his jeans down along with his boxers. When his cock springs free, I gasp and immediately I’m wrapping my lips around his already leaking head.

His hips lurch forward, and he’s grunting, fingers tightening in my hair, “Oh god, Melissa.” I can feel he wants to thrust, so I pull back, admonishing, “Non, non, mon bon petit Capitaine. I’m in control here. No pushing. No pulling. You’re in my world now.” I smack his ass with a quick, sharp whack to emphasize my point.

“Oui, Maîtresse!” he yelps immediately, hissing softly at the sting.

Humming my approval, I continue with my exploration, running my tongue under his cock slowly, feeling every dip and ridge and that delicious thick vein. He’s slowly coming undone above me, fighting against every urge he’s ever had to keep his hands still, his hips still. I can see it in his face.

All those girls he’s been with, amateurs. No one has ever given him guidance, discipline. Well, he’s going to get some now.

I wrap my hand around his base and start pumping him slowly, grinning, listening to his intoxicating moans and pleas. He hasn’t taken his eyes off me, clocking my every movement.

I’m watching him, too. Studying, learning. As I’m pumping, I wrap my lips around the plump, swollen head, sucking and licking ever so gently. He’s starting to beg now, his thighs trembling, “Maîtresse, s'il vous plaît… if you don’t stop, I’m going to cum…”

Laughing lowly, I pull my mouth off of him but I don’t stop the slow pumping motion, “Is that so, mon bon petit Capitaine? Maybe I want you to. Or maybe, just maybe, I want to leave you right on the edge watching you come apart, begging me for release…”

And with that, I take my hand from away, listening to his deep, low whine. His whole body trembles as he stands there, hands fisted, jeans around his ankles. Eyes glazing with lust and need, pupils blown wide as he’s staring at me. Blonde hair disheveled, cheeks reddened, lips so delectably swollen. Mon Dieu, he looks so beautifully wrecked. I’ll let him off easy this time.

“Captain…” I slide back on the bed, grinning widely, “Tell me what you want.”

He gasps softly, “I want to please you, Maîtresse. I want to bury myself so deep within you that I forget my name. I want to feel you around me, I want to make you cum and scream for me. God, I just… I need to, I want to please you.”

He’s being so good, standing as still as he can, aching cock straining him to his limits. I crook my finger, indicating my permission, “Come and get me then, boy.”

An animalistic growl issues from him as he lunges toward the bed, crawling atop me as I laugh delightedly. He hovers over me like a predator with his prey, leaning down to kiss me roughly. I match his roughness, biting at his lips and the skin of his neck, tugging on his hair.

Kicking off his jeans and boxers, he uses his knee to spread my legs and his cock is already nudging my entrance, so eager he is. I pull him to me, nails digging into his shoulders, “Come on, Steve, show me what you can do.”

With that, he grunts and slams into me filling me instantly, my back arching. “Oh fuck!” I cry out. He doesn’t move, just staying there, his eyes raking over me as he keeps me pinned beneath him. He looks so hungry, so unlike the awkward, preciously sweet Steve that I initially met. And I made him this way. And I fucking love it.

He finally starts to move, slowly dragging out of me, slowly pushing back in. It’s intoxicating the way he’s savoring it, hovering over me to watch my each and every reaction. My nails sink deeper into his flesh, “Oh God, Steve, so good, you feel so fucking good…”

I can tell he loves the praise, his cheeks turning colors as he hears it, “Merci, ma belle poupée.” I keen at the term of endearment and he adds, “You’re so tight, Melissa… oh God, you feel so incredible, so perfect…”

Reaching down he lifts my right leg, hooking it over his shoulder and picks up his pace, starting to slam into me with each motion. I gasp in response as he hits a new spot, a wide grin breaking out on his face.

I’m going to have perpetual bruises from these two, I think, as his hand grips my hip tightly. My nails are leaving deep red marks, holding onto him for dear life as he pounds away, before I feel his hand snake between us, capturing my sensitive clit. Instantly, my walls tighten around him and he groans, “Come on, doll, that’s it, give it to me I need to feel you, you’ve got me so close… cum for me Maîtresse..”

He pinches and rolls and rubs my bundle of nerves, pressing his forehead to mine, my thigh pressed all the way against me now. I reach up and tug on my nipples, the metal there and my coil snaps. “Oooohhh fuck, Steve! Oh god oh…” I’m screaming his name, back arching as I give him what he needs, my walls fluttering around him, squeezing like a vice.

His eyes roll back into his head as he feels it, fucking me through it. He whimpers my name back to me like a prayer before I feel him spill into me, his hips stuttering in their rhythm.

Collapsing onto me, he starts kissing me everywhere, neck, chest, jaw, cheeks, and finally my lips. He whispers against them as I slip my fingers into his wonderfully messy hair, “Ma Belle Maîtresse… oh god I am yours, I’m yours…”

I pull his head back to look into his eyes. He means it. Every word. I feel the nervousness in my belly growing even as I brush my thumbs over his pink tinged cheeks.

My eyes fill with tears.

That’s two men in the span of a week. Two men who could have any woman they want tell me they’re mine. Two men who are closer to each other than anyone else in this world.

What could I possibly have to offer them? I am not worth this. What am I going to do…?

Translations:

Mais! Envie plus! = I need more!

C'est assez, Steven! =That’s enough, Steven!

amoureux = lover

mon bon petit Captain = my good little Captain

Наталья! Вы здесь? = Natalia! Are you here?

Да, Барнс. Что происходит? = Yeah, Barnes. What’s up?

Oui, Maîtresse! = Yes, Mistress!

Maîtresse, s'il vous plaît = Mistress, please

Merci, ma belle poupée = Thank you, my beautiful doll.

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just-a-mer · 7 days ago

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"I'm not here to yell at you about the prophecy, or talk about... everything that had happened. Those conversations will come in time, I'm sure. I simply wish to be with you." He hums, moving to sit beside the prophet, not quite touching them but still close enough that they could feel where he was, should they wish to initiate anything.

A beat of silence passes over the two. It hurts to see the prophet so distraught, even worse, that the king can do no action to help outright. Instead, his presence is offered. Something he hopes does not still hold the scent of blood and rage. "Just because I made it to my palace does not mean this home is forgotten. You are family to me, Tiresias. Just as much as Penelope and Telemachus. I'm not going to abandon you here."

ooc: I see the anons are still tormenting Tir - feel free to save this until after or place it in a separate time. Up to you! (Spoilers for the Ithaca saga, of course. When does a man become a monster? /silly)

Time in the underworld was imperceptible. Somehow, against that well-known fact, this break felt longer. Odysseus had been gone; his voice silent and his presence invisible. The only remaining piece of him was the seashell threaded charm that clicked on Tiresias' staff when shifted.

Then, he was back. The king stepped onto the island with sandal-clad feet, approaching the prophet with a small, weak smile. His cape is back, clipped over his shoulder with an old pin he had long forgotten. The depiction of the owl had been carved away, redesigned with scales.

"Hey there, star." He greets. Odysseus' voice is heavy with the weight of so much left unsaid. Tales of monsters and mistakes. Mortal and familiar. His heart is still fighting against his mind each night, and his eyes reflect the tiredness. Guilt clawing silently at scars.

[ the prophet, sat at the bottom of one of the cliff faces, barely moved. Even looking up, it didn’t feel like they even were looking. Everything about them seemed just as tired, but they seemed more broken than before, and their voice reeked of desperation to get out of their self-fed isolation ]

“What? Who—? Oh. Ody. Oh not now, please love, I can’t— not today, okay. You’re tired and I’m— . . . you don’t need to keep visiting, now. After everything. You made it back. Go enjoy your time, will you? Be with your family. For me.”

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tsfrbss · 8 years ago

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Paper Moon Part 10

MB - @thecountessakasha - here! Finally, I can give you part 10! If you’ve been reading this series, I am so, so, so super sorry this has taken soooo long. Since I have a new job and come home everyday exhausted beyond measure, it’s taken me much longer to get this part together. Good news is, it’s finally here!

I’m going to tag a couple people who I’ve told about this and my really special love who keeps betaing this for me @evansscruff - thank you, darling.

A/N: Bucky and Steve end up at a venue that has a 40s night and meet an OFC, Melissa Rose, a singer in a local club. They both are smitten by her, and start to vie for her affections. They end up finding out more about themselves in the process.

Word count: 5000+ because I am a wordy bitch.

Warnings: A little angst. DETAILED SUPER SMUT. (F/M, M/M, F/M/M) Possible fluff, depending on your view of things.

STEVE’S POV

Oh shit. I did not mean to make her cry. Especially after the ecstasy we both just brought to each other. After the way she made me feel. MAKES me feel.

Wiping her tears away, I caress and kiss any part of her I can reach, “Hey, hey, doll. I’m sorry. It’s too much, too early, I know.” I give her a soft sigh, moving in beside her to wrap her in my arms. “You just…I can’t explain it. You make me feel centered. You make me feel like I can be myself, like I can actually live my life the way I want to, the way I feel I need to. The way that feels right to me.”

Her big green eyes, still brimming with tears widen at my words as she stares at me, “This is fucking deja vu, I swear to God.” She’s trying to slip out of my hold, but I pull her in tighter.

“What are you talking about?” Then I realize that can only mean one thing. She’s had this same conversation with Bucky.

I roll to my back, flinging my arm over my eyes. I can feel her trembling under the sheet next to me and I move my arm to peer at her. She’s sitting up, arms wrapping around her shins as she’s resting her chin on her knees.

She hasn’t answered me.

Don’t scare her off, dummy. Don’t do it. Be gentle. Tread lightly. This is something you want, you just haven’t spoken your piece yet to Bucky.

“Doll.” I reach out, touching the back of her hand, “Doll, look at me. Please, Melissa. Just let me explain, alright?” I sit up and start running my fingers through her silken waves.

I hear a deep sigh from her. Turning to look at me, her eyes are still pooling with tears. She presses her cheek on her knee as she waits for me to continue.

“I’ve come to some realizations over the past few days. One of which is that I’m tired of waiting for my life to begin. I feel as if I never really got to have one. I’m sure you can understand why.” I brush the back of my fingers against her cheek softly as she’s nodding.

Moving closer, I orient my body to where I’m sitting up knees to knees with her, “I also know that due to the nature of my life as it is now, I’m not meant for a life filled with settling down and having a family. The guy who wanted all of that disappeared a long time ago. And he didn’t come out of the ice.”

She’s watching me evenly, and for the first time since we met, I’m unable to read her expression. “Melissa, you’ve shown me I cannot be afraid of what I want anymore. Of who I really am.”

“And who is that, Steve? And am I just a bridge to get you to that point?” She’s frowning, something I hope to never see mar her beautiful features again. “I mean, that’s great you’re done being afraid of what you want, but when you really start living as you wish, will you be strong enough to take the barbs? The inevitable judgement?” Her eyes close, feathery dark lashes brushing against flushed cheeks.

“Am I a stepping stone?” she continues. “Or are you wanting me to be a part of this new life? You saw how they looked at us that night in the club. And that was just me.” Lifting her head now, she says pointedly, “What happens when you add Bucky to the mix?” Her big green eyes focus on my blues.

Now it’s my turn to be surprised. “I… I don't… I don’t know what to say.” My hands reach out to cup her face, my breathing so rapid I can barely contain myself. How does she know? How could she? I’m shaking as I’m watching the tears fall down her face.

“You don’t have to say anything to me. You need to talk to him,” pressing her face to my hand, she’s nuzzling into my palm. My thumb brushes away the tears that paint her soft skin, “You said you didn’t have any right to make me choose. I don’t have that right either. All I can tell you right now is that I want you. Both of you. But I also realize that you two have far more history together.”

“You’re right. We do. But what are the odds that we have both said the same thing to you, about you, about each other, in the span of three days?” I lean forward, ghosting her lips with my own, “That can’t be coincidence, can it? Melissa, don’t you see that the common thread here is you?”

Her gaze is puzzling. I can’t tell if she’s scared or incredulous. She seems as if she’s about to say something before turning her gaze away from me. Shaking her head, I hear a soft murmur, “Why me? I have nothing to offer. I am no one. No one special at all. You both… “ and she’s trailing off.

Reaching for her, I take her chin gently in my palm, moving her gaze to mine. “We both what, Maîtresse?” My brows knit together as I’m waiting for her answer, but I see her relax slightly when I call her that.

“You both deserve someone better. Someone younger. Someone thinner. Someone who is better suited to your public life. Who am I but an old, fat, divorcee with a checkered past and…?” Shaking her head, she finishes, “I am not good enough for either of you.”

It’s killing me to hear her speak of herself this way. Tearing herself down. I hate it. I hate what her life has done to her.

She doesn’t see what she does to me, and apparently what she does to Bucky. She doesn’t understand. How can we show her? How can we break through this wall of self hatred she’s created for herself?

“Melissa, don’t you remember what I told you on our first date? You’re more than good enough. I told you I wasn’t giving up, because you’re too special. That I didn’t give a damn what people thought. Let them judge me! I welcome it! For you, for him, I would endure anything…”

“Steve, please! You’ve endured so much already. Frankly so has Bucky. Do you really want this burden, too?”

Grabbing her by the shoulders, I shake her slightly, focusing her attention fully on me. “You are NOT a burden. To me. To Bucky. To anyone.” I pull her in kissing her hard, and she returns it as I slide her onto my lap. She moans softly as my hardening cock brushes against her folds. I’m shuddering at the feel of her already.

“You are a blessing. Everything about you draws me in. Everything.” I murmur against the skin of her neck, fingers tangling in her hair. She’s melting at my touch, my words. I slide my hardness along her damp slit, bucking my hips upward. “What you do to me, no one has ever made me feel this way. I feel free, fully comfortable in my skin. I feel happier than ever, I feel whole…” I snap my hips up again, teasing her.

Her hands press into my chest, fingernails digging in as her hips start to move. She’s rubbing her soaking wet core on my throbbing cock. My hands grab her full, soft hips, pulling her tighter. I lift her up easily letting her sink down onto me, her head falling forward as I slide inside her once again.

We gasp in unison once she’s fully seated, eyes locking. “Steven…” She whispers, her arms linking around my neck to hold on. I’m gripping her hips fiercely, moving her forward then back, forward then back, making her rock on me.

Squeezing her eyes shut, she buries her face in my neck. I continue with the push pull, fingers bruising her flesh. Her breath tickles me and her teeth are pressing into my skin where my neck meets my shoulder, leaving marks. She’s groaning, shuddering, her slick smearing on me as I move inside of her, feeling it on my belly. She’s so tight and wet.

I keep her close as I work her on my cock, whispering praises of her. How beautiful she is, how good she feels, how much I want nothing more than to please her, how I hope I’m making her happy. How deserving she is of all of this and more.

Small whimpers and grunts issue forth against me where her mouth is locked to my neck. I can feel her nails digging deeper into my shoulders, walls beginning to close in. “Maîtresse, touch yourself for me, let me watch you, let me feel you. God Melissa, please… you feel so incredibly good, I want to see you come undone…”

She obliges, hand slipping between us, gripping the base of my shaft as I push her back. She gathers some of her wetness, the lewd sound of our union filling the room.

Her fingers move quickly around her pink, swollen bundle of nerves and almost instantly she tightens around me. A long low hiss comes from her lips as she sits up, still letting me move her as she gets closer and closer. Working her clit fast, I feel her squeezing even more, and she starts to cum for me.

“Oh God, Steve… fuck, you feel so… yes, keep going, just like that-” and she’s there, words frozen behind the perfect O her mouth makes in silence as she collapses atop me. Her walls flutter and tighten, making me buck up even more. She’s so tight I’m almost unable to move.

I’m thrusting up into her harder and harder, her vise like grip sending me over as I coat her walls once again. My fingertips leaving imprints behind on the tender flesh of her hips, growling out her name again and again before stilling under her.

I wrap my arms around her, unwilling to let her go. She rests there against my chest and I whisper praises, fingers carding through her hair. “It’s you, Melissa. You are the one. The one I’ve been looking for. The one he’s been looking for. And we didn’t even know we were looking.”

“We need to talk to him, Steve.” She’s nuzzling into my chest even as she reaches for my phone on the nightstand. “Get him here. Now.” Placing the phone in my hand, she pushes off me, leaving me staring after her as she heads to the shower.

BUCKY’S POV

Pacing, pacing, pacing back and forth on the roof of the tower as the minutes tick by waiting for Steve to come back. I feel like I’ve been up here for hours. I chew on the inside of my mouth, looking out over the city, peering toward the building where the club and Melissa’s place is.

I shove my hands into the pockets of my sweats when suddenly my phone vibrates. Pulling it out I see a notification from Steve.

Jerk: Hey man, you busy?

Nope. Was just hoping to talk to you tonight about some things.

Jerk: Yeah, I wanna talk to you too….. And so does Melissa. Can you come over to her place?

I stare at the phone, and I can feel my stomach drop to my feet. Fuck. Did she chose him? Did he choose her? Am I to be left in the cold?

My hands are shaking so badly as I try to type my response.

Of course I can. Anything for her. For you.

Jerk: Alright. See you shortly then. Door’s open.

I lock the phone, sliding it back into my pocket. I make a pass by my room to grab my wallet, moving as quickly as I can.

I don’t bother with the elevator, and as I rush to the stairwell I brush by Clint and Sam. They both call out to me. I’m practically a blur running down the stairs ignoring them, so Sam yells, “I see Mr. Personality has returned!” He doesn’t see me roll my eyes. Not now. Bird Boy will pay in the gym tomorrow.

Out the door in seconds flat, I’m already at the club when I discover I’m wearing only sweat pants, a thin t-shirt, and flip-flops.

Oh well. Neither of them will care.

It’s then I realize I didn’t bother to cover my arm either.

Jesus Christ, James. She really does have you fucked up. You didn’t think twice about concealing yourself.

It’s close to 7pm and I creep into the club, which is in full swing. Ducking the owner I slip backstage and up the steps to Melissa’s place. Two rapid knocks to signal my entrance before I open the door, being greeted by Steve. His skin, milky and freckled all flushed brightly as if he was just working out.

And there goes my heart again. Fuck.

He’s only wearing jeans, slung low on his hips, first couple of buttons undone. His hair is all disheveled, lips curling into a smile. He looks relaxed and at home here.

At home. In her place. Home. Like I feel when I’m here. When I’m with her. When I’m with him.

“Hey, jerk”

“Hey, punk.” he counters, smiling brightly, but looking nervous.

“So, where is Melissa?” I can smell her on him. I can smell their mingled scents and oh it’s a heady mix. So, so good.

He gestures toward the bedroom with his thumb, cheeks turning bright red, “Shower. She should be done shortly.” He moves toward the kitchen, grabbing three glasses. Dropping ice into each, he fills one with her favorite rum, one with Johnnie Walker, and one with Jack Daniel’s. Handing over the scotch, he tilts his Jack toward me in a toast which I match in silence.

We both take long pulls as we hear Melissa pad softly into the room. Our heads turn in unison, and we sigh contentedly together.

Wrapped in a silken robe of red, she’s standing with her hand on her hip, her lips painted into a half smile at the pair of us. Her hair is still wet, making her waves stand out. Fresh faced, no make-up, no anything except those adorable black framed glasses. She’s so beautiful. My angel. My curvy, soft, ethereal angel.

Steve walks her rum over and she takes it from him, wrapping her delicate fingers around the glass. Before drinking any, she runs her fingers through his hair, petting him, “Merci, Etienne.”

I feel my stomach tighten with jealousy as he preens under her touch. Her eyes move to mine and she can see it. She knows. With Steve still at her side, she runs her tongue along her lips, watching me. I’m trembling while she’s studying my reaction to this situation. “Come here, James.” she says softly, but with that authoritative tone I love so much.

As I make my way to her, she takes a deep drink, before setting the glass on the coffee table. When I reach her side, she pets my hair as well, fingers sliding through easily. She tugs with both hands, Steve and I groaning together at the feel of it, the sense of her being in charge.

“Now. We’re going to have us a little come to Jesus meeting. Y'all catch my drift?”

She looks back and forth between us and sees that we are clearly confused by her obvious Southern saying. Her head tilts, lips curling into a broad smile, “That means we’re gonna have us a serious talk. And we’re gonna resolve some shit. And it probably ain’t gonna be fun.”

With that, she moves away from us standing in front of the TV. Snapping her fingers and pointing to the sofa with both hands, she indicates for us to sit. We both immediately take our spots. “Such good boys.”

Picking up her rum, she crosses her arms. “Now. First things first. I am not choosing between the two of you. This may be selfish, it may be greedy. But I believe that by my age, and with the bullshit my life has been to this point, I’ve earned it.” Her sparkling, big green eyes slide between the two of us.

“I want you.” She’s looking directly at me. “And you.” She says to Steve. “And if that’s a problem, speak up now.”

Silence fills the air between all of us. It’s not awkward, it’s not tense. A quiet calm of sorts. I peer at Steve beside me, and he’s looking back. I give him a shake of my head, and he does the same. We both turn back to her, “I don’t think that’s a problem, my Angel.” My lips turn into a smirk, “I have a feeling Steve doesn’t either.”

“Good. That’s one issue out of the way. The least painful one.” Sipping her rum, she pauses here, taking a deep breath. “Now, the hard part. Which I suspect has something to do with me, but not in the way you’d imagine.”

She looks directly at me again. “Tell him. Because if you don’t it’s going to fester and cause issues within this dynamic and that’s something I refuse to tolerate. I want open and honest dialogue between the three of us all the time, constant communication. This simply will not work without it.”

I give her a heavy sigh, rubbing the side of my face then draining the glass of scotch in one go. I turn my body to focus on Steve, setting my empty glass on the table. “You know that I love you,” I say to him.

He nods, opening his mouth to answer and I hold up my hand, “Just let me finish. I love you. And not just in a friend way. A brotherly way.” I close my eyes, “I’m in love with you, Steve. And I think you’re in love with me, too. And I think we’ve been dancing around this issue for as long as we can remember. Since from way back, Brooklyn days.”

Opening my eyes I see his cheeks color brightly, and I can tell Melissa is watching closely. Studying. I love it when she does that.

Steve doesn’t answer. His mouth hangs open for a moment then closes. After what seems like an excruciating long time, he reaches for my hand. My metal hand. He holds it delicately in his own. Palm up. He traces his fingers along the plates, giving a soft sigh.

After several torturous minutes, he looks up into my eyes. “I’m in love with you, too, Buck. I have been for as long as I can recall. I just never knew how to tell you. Or if I could. Or should.”

We slide closer to each other on the sofa, “You have no idea how long I’ve waited to hear you say that.”

Reaching out to cup my cheek, his lips turn into a soft smile. “I think I do, Buck. I think I do.” He’s blushing all sorts of colors and it is knocking me breathless.

I take this moment in, just for a couple more seconds before I lunge forward pressing my lips to his. Both of us sigh in relief and adoration of the other as we kiss softly, slowly. The fluttering of my heart is matched by his own which I can easily hear, and I deepen the kiss.

I take my time, feeling each and every part of his lips, loving the soft pressure, the plumpness. “So long I’ve wanted this, too long I’ve waited,” I murmur against his mouth. He gives a small whine as I pull back, still holding him but breaking the kiss.

My eyes slide to Melissa and she’s on the verge of tears, I can see them gathering. But she’s wearing the biggest smile I’ve seen from her yet. Steve finally looks to her as well, giving a little gasp at the sight.

She looks so proud, so happy to see us this way. I want her to look at us like this forever. And to be honest, if it weren’t for her this may have never happened. “Melissa, my Angel. Thank you for this.”

“Ma Belle Maîtresse, merci.” and he gestures for her to join us on the sofa. Setting her glass back on the table, she walks over but doesn’t sit. She stands before us, taking each of our chins in her hands, smiling down upon us like the goddess she is.

“You are both very, very welcome.” She frowns a moment then replaces that with a more contemplative expression, “Please know that I expect nothing from either of you in return. If you decide that you’d be better off without me, with just each other, I will totally understand. I’ll back off and slip out of the picture to allow you to pursue your life as you see-”

She’s unable to finish that train of thought as Steve and I both grab at the lose ends of the tie holding her robe closed, undoing it, and letting the silk slide open. I look at Steve, and we’re both grinning.

“If you think we’re ever letting you go, you’re out of your mind, Angel.” and with that I press my lips to her left hip in an act of reverence.

“That’s right, Maîtresse, for as much as we belong to each other, and to you, you belong to us, with us.” Steve now pressing his lips to her right hip, mimicking my action.

Neither of us remove our lips from her soft flesh as we look up at her. The tears that were threatening to spill down her cheeks begin doing just that, and she brings her hands up into our hair, petting the both of us.

“Thank you, boys. My boys. For this. For…” she trails off sighing contentedly at the sight of us.

MELISSA’S POV

My fingers card through their hair as they look up at me. I would never, could never believe that I am deserving of what’s happening. Of these two. I still don’t believe I am and yet here they are, saying so.

I take a deep breath trying to calm my galloping heart and quell the flow of tears. Bucky sees me struggling and pulls me into his lap. He starts to wipe the tears away and Steve slides in right next to him, helping to dry my face.

I look from one to the other, feeling like I have just taken a willing step off the tallest building in New York City. That feeling of falling, floating, half sickness you get when you’ve done something huge that will change the course of your life forever.

I’m scared out of my fucking skin.

I’m having trouble with this. Already. There is no way I deserve this. To be a part of their lives like this.

“Melissa, doll. Please tell us what you’re thinking right now. Please.” Steve looks terrified, as if they’ve broken me, or scared me, or something else entirely. They’re both petting my hair, and Bucky is planting small kisses along my temple.

I can’t seem to stop shaking. I feel Bucky’s lips move against my skin as he speaks lowly, “I know you’re scared. I know you don’t believe you’re worth this. Worth us. I know.” He takes my chin in his metal hand and pulls my gaze to his, “You are worth more than this. You are worth everything and anything he or I could ever give or do. We will make you see that.”

Steve takes my hand, placing his lips against my palm, murmuring softly, “I was not lying when I said I would endure anything for you, for him. For us. This is what we want. What we need. What makes us feel whole. You are the missing piece.” he finishes with small butterfly kisses along the inside of my wrist.

This simply cannot be happening. This simply cannot be true. But, oh, oh how I want it to be.

I close my eyes, silently counting to three before reopening them, expecting to wake from this as if it’s a dream.

But it’s not. It’s real and tangible and oh god they are so warm surrounding me, holding me.

“James. Steven. Are you both sure, absolutely sure? Because this is huge. This is a big, scary step and you know how harshly we will be judged. Hell, wait until your teammates find out, oh god…” I trail off, shaking my head.

“Melissa.” I hear lowly, sternly from Bucky. “This is our choice. These are our lives. Not theirs. Not anyone else’s. That’s the end of the discussion.” He reaches up and runs his fingers through Steve’s hair at the back of his neck as he places more little kisses on my temple.

“He’s right, Melissa. And we need you. And we want you. Just as much as we need and want each other. The common thread is you, did I not just say that to you that earlier?” His fingers slide through my damp waves as he kisses Bucky’s forehead.

But I’m not. I’m not worth this. Them. Either of them. Much less them together. They’ll see. Eventually they’ll see.

We wrap our arms around each other, holding tightly to one another as I sit still perched on Bucky’s lap. My breathing has calmed, the tears have stopped. We’re all smiling at one another, and I start to laugh.

It’s a quiet laugh at first, then they join me and finally we’re all rolling with it. “This is completely insane.” I finally sigh.

“It is.” Steve pipes up, “But to be fair, our lives have really all been insane to this point. Why stop now?”

Bucky punches his shoulder, “Christ, you’re a fucking nerd sometimes.” and I collapse into giggles against his chest.

“So, we should celebrate, yeah? What should we do to commemorate this ridiculous journey we’ve just begun, y'all?” I look between them, grinning.

“I vote dinner. I’m fucking starvin’!” Bucky grabs at his belly, groaning.

It’s then I realize what he’s wearing. “Wait. What the fuck, Bucky? You…what do you have on?”

“Um. Yeah. I sort of just ran out of the tower as I was dressed.” His cheeks color brightly, and it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

Steve is so surprised, “You didn’t even cover your arm?”

Bucky shakes his head, “I… I didn’t know what was happening. I didn’t think. I didn’t care about anything except getting to the two of you.” he looks so embarrassed, Steve reaches up and cups his cheek.

“You precious thing.” I lean in and whisper against his lips before kissing him softly.

Steve looks at the two of us, eyes full of adoration. He gives a soft chuckle after a moment, “I guess that means we’re ordering in.”

Bucky and I start giggling, “Alright, I leave it to y'all, my local boys. I only have one request.” Wrinkling my nose I murmur, “No seafood.”

They mock gasp at me, eyes wide.

“I know, I know. The Gulf Rat hates seafood.” I cover my blushing face. Steve pulls my hands away and kisses my brightly colored cheeks, “You know we’re never going to let that drop.” He nods toward Bucky, who’s smirking.

I groan, “Fuck, I know.” My eyes roll as I try to stand, but they don’t let me, pulling me closer to them.

“You’re full of surprises, my Angel.” and I feel Bucky’s lips against my neck.

Steve’s hands are back in my hair as his lips claim my jaw, “She certainly is.”

I’m squirming under their kisses, “Now, now, boys. Let’s eat first, oui? We have plenty of time to all get acquainted with each other.”

They groan and let me stand finally. I move away from the sofa reclosing my robe and start clearing up the glasses while they’re arguing over what to order.

These two will be the death of me.

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tsfrbss · 8 years ago

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