#and listen - there's a reason she's a Nat romancer

[crownleys]

My cooldown of the week, outfit sketches for Kira! In her free time she likes making and wearing historical fashion. The top outfit is her default/everyday look, and the rest are more dressed up. Screenshot redraw is based on this post!

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[ask-spooky-manor]

Friendship Headcanons

Cause I’m feeling the wholesome vibes

I’m gonna talk about the friendships that have yet to be shown on the blog just so it doesn’t feel like I’m retreading familiar waters.

- Jane and Tim are very close. The lesbian and gay friends who constantly get mistaken for a couple kind of close. She’s the reason Tim’s wardrobe is actually cool and stylish and not him wearing flannel and jeans all the damn time. They also love to gossip together. Really it’s Jane doing all the gossiping and Tim is just listening and compiling a mental binder of dirt he has on everyone.

- Brian and EJ are best friends weirdly enough despite EJ being someone who tends to get annoyed easily and Brian is kinda sorta “too much” sometimes. Their back and forth banter makes it seem like they dislike each other, but it’s all in good fun. They actually care deeply for one another and are like the definition of ride or die.

- Because Nina is the only teenager, most of the others tend to baby her much to her annoyance. The only people who don’t really do that are Jane and Nat. They do their best to make Nina feel included without coming off as condescending. They also like to have girls night together.

- Nina and EJ have formed a rather close bond. It started when Nina finally accepted the fact she’s aromantic and looked to EJ for support as he’s also aromantic. He helped show her that being aromantic isn’t bad at all and that romance really isn’t the be all end all.

- Brian and Ben are also close friends. Again, rather odd when Ben gets overwhelmed easily and Brian is Brian. They’re actually gaming buddies and most of their time spent together is over voice chat as they play video games.

- Slender and Tim had a rather complicated dynamic at first. It really rattled Tim to learn that, while extremely distant, there is a familial tie between him and Slender. That being said, over time they have formed a connection that is basically like a father/son dynamic though Tim would rather relive the events of Marble Hornets than ever admit that

- Jeff and Sally are also in a similar boat. Sally is Jeff’s great aunt but obviously Jeff is the one who takes care of her. He is her main babysitter after all. Jeff subconsciously sees Sally as this second chance to actually be a good brother to someone.

- Toby and Brian are good buddies cause they can match each other’s energy. While most of the other manor residents prefer to have a night in, Brian and Toby will be out in the clubs and bars having a good time and making sure the other doesn’t die.

- A pair that surprised everyone but makes a lot of sense in hindsight is Slender and Jane. They have tea every other day and are part of a two person book club where they read the same book and discuss their opinions on it. Jeff desperately wants to be in the club, but he knows Jane will find a way to permanently kill him if he tries to worm his way in.

[callsign-joyride]

Rules & Regulations | 0.3

Summary: You work in the human resources department at NAS North Island. A noise complaint at a hotel leads to some unexpected endeavors - and an ironic workplace romance.

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x reader (no use of Y/N)

Content warnings: Hangman being Hangman, Rooster being kind of shy, fluff, fade to black sex

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The sounds of grown men shouting from down the hallway were making it hard for you to sleep. Looking at the time on your phone, you sighed before getting up and sliding your shoes on. Once you got to the room where all of the noise seemed to be coming from, you started pounding on the door.

“It is one in the fucking morning and I’m sure there are kids here! I can hear you three doors down!” You shouted. Right as you were about to start knocking again, someone opened the door.

“Hey, the name’s Hangman. Uh, sorry about the noise but the only way for you to get us to be quiet is if you… Give me your number.’

Of course someone who looked like that would act like this.

“Oh, sure. It’s 8675-not-your-fucking-business! Jesus Christ, just be an adult and be quiet!”

Hearing all of the commotion, someone else got up and pushed Hangman out of the doorway.

“I’m Bradley. Sorry about him, he wasn’t raised. What can I do for you?”

You sighed and tried to explain the situation again without getting too loud. Bradley nodded his head and listened as you went over everything that had been going on.

“I’ll get them to be quiet. Here’s my number, so you can text me if we’re still being loud. I’m so sorry that we bothered you. Hopefully, I’ll see you in the morning?”

“Yeah, sure.”

Bradley got his friends to quiet down, that much was clear as you settled back into your bed. Even though things had since quieted down, you still texted Bradley to tell him how much you had appreciated the short interaction. It was another one of those nights where you fell asleep texting because you were exhausted, but you also didn’t want to stop texting him. He texted you the next morning to ask if you would get breakfast downstairs and if you wanted to sit with him and his group. Part of the reason that you said yes was that you knew that Natasha was in the group. You found Natasha sitting in one of the booths, so you sat in front of her to wait for Bradley. She had told you that the guys didn’t really know who you were aside from the situation last night, but it wouldn’t look weird if you sat with her. 

It didn’t take long for Bradley and the rest of the group to find you after exchanging several texts and muttering to Natasha how stupid most men are. He seemed slightly surprised that you already knew Nat, but he didn’t think much of it as he took you over to meet the rest of the group.

“This is Fanboy,” he said.

“Oh, so you were one of the ones fucking around in the lobby last night. Just when I thought it couldn’t get worse,” you said. The comment was so out of pocket that the other guys had to laugh.

After you formally met the rest of the group, you got your breakfast and sat with Bradley. The two of you were so deep in conversation that it didn’t feel like anyone else was in the room even though Hangman stared daggers into you after you laughed at one of Bradley’s jokes. You kept the conversation going as you made it up to the rooms.

“Hey, do you wanna go out sometime? I’ve really enjoyed talking to you and I want to get to know you more over dinner if that’s okay?”

You smiled.

“Of course. Are you doing anything tonight? There’s this really good seafood place a few minutes away if you’re into that.”

“I’m not doing anything anymore. Yeah, I just canceled my plans. What kind of place is it? Like, do I have to dress nice?”

“You don’t have to, but I would like to see you in your dress whites. You look really good in those. I think I’m just gonna wear a t-shirt and shorts, though. I’ll pick you up at six.”

Bradley wouldn’t have admitted it, but he was glad that you said yes to the date. He was even happier that it didn’t seem like you wanted to wait. Time could not go by fast enough. All you wanted was to spend time with Bradley, but it didn’t make sense to pick him up earlier than you had planned. Instead, you spent most of the day with Nat. The two of you mostly talked about Bradley (of course), but she didn’t seem to mind.

“He’s a really great guy. Plus, he knows that I’ll rip his plane apart if he fucks this up. Don’t tell anyone that I said that.”

The comment made you giggle. Natasha sat on your bed as you went to the bathroom to check your makeup and reapply your perfume. It was finally nearing six, and you figured that there couldn’t really be harm in being early this time. Ten minutes to six counts as six, right? It was hard to figure out why you were so nervous. Natasha and Bradley were friends, she said that he was a good guy. There really shouldn’t have been anything to worry about because it felt like the entire date was in your hands. Bradley looked nice. He wore a simple Hawaiian shirt and a pair of shorts, so you balanced each other out.

The drive wasn’t long, but it was somewhat anxiety-inducing. You couldn’t tell if Bradley wanted to listen to music on the way there or not, and you didn’t know his taste. That wasn’t something that you wanted to mess up, either. It didn’t take very long for you to be seated at the restaurant. You made light conversation as you ate, and it was getting to the time when someone had to pay the check.

“If you think that you’re paying, you’re sorely mistaken. Don’t even try to take your wallet out of your bag,” Bradley said as he pulled his card out of his wallet.

“I picked the restaurant and we just ate like a hundred dollars in seafood. I’m paying.”

“I can spend a hundred dollars. How about this, you can pay for the next date and I’ll pick what we’re doing, okay?”

Nat was right. Bradley was a real charmer because you were fairly certain that you were going to pay for at least your portion of the meal. He was a good tipper, too. You handed him your phone when you got in the car and let him pick the music. It shouldn’t have surprised you that he picked an ’80s playlist, but it wasn’t the first genre that you thought he would go for. Everyone was flying back to North Island the next day, so you didn’t have that much time left with Bradley.

“I really want to kiss you right now. Is that okay? Can I kiss you?” He asked when you were outside the door to your room. You chuckled and pulled him down to your level before leaning in to kiss him. One of his hands was on your waist and the other was on the back of your head. You separated so that you could open the door to your room without any difficulties, but you looked at him with lust-filled eyes and he knew that he was a goner.

“What time do you have to check out tomorrow?” You asked.

“Nine.”

“Oh, we have plenty of time,” you said as you dragged him into the room.

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[antigone-ks]

Finally got inspired to write something again. Did I finish any of my WIPs? Of course not. Anyway, this is a scene from the Lantern-of-Evil-verse that just doesn't fit anywhere else.

Affirmation

You've never asked before, not of anyone. What if the answer was no? Worse, what if they were annoyed and decided you were too needy, to desperate, too much? If they weren't going to say it, you weren't going to prompt them. Mostly, they didn't say it.

You didn't ask Steve, either. He does say it, though, at least once a day when he's able to - when he's home, or isn't in such deep cover he can't have a phone. It's the last thing he says at night, curled up around your little spoon, your head tucked up against the base of his throat, your back to his chest so you can feel it rumbling through you like a little earthquake. He says it over the phone when he's away on a mission or just at the compound, voice soft, floating down the line like a leaf on a stream.

He says it without words, a hug from behind, a kiss to your temple, a hip check while you're standing in the big communal kitchen listening to Tony and Rhodey bicker (Rhodey’s right. Rhodey's always right and Tony just argues to hear himself.) It's him taking your hand, lips quirked, after he's heard the third version of Shostakovich's Waltz #2 leak from your earbuds (you keep it low, but he can pick up almost anything above a 2) and figures you want to dance. It's the way he still has to count out a waltz, but does it anyway.

It's Steve personally calling a newspaper publisher, getting hung up on because they didn't believe he was, like, him, then getting an AI PR rep to call back through official channels, after their online edition ran a picture of the two of you at a gallery in the city, one so small neither of you expected to be noticed. You hadn't bothered to be cautious, and the pic showed his hand curled around your hip, your heads bent together. Blatant it might have been, but a solid 90% of commenters insisted you and Steve were just friends, obviously (“my god how could anyone infer romance from that pose?”). Or no, you were his assistant, just professionally cuddled up to Captain America (“it's true I saw her in the background of an avengers event pic talking to Pepper Potts, so obviously she works with them”). Or no, you were just a random art lover, and Steve was kindly explaining something about the piece in front of you - which launched a tangent about whether the commenters would tolerate mansplaining from Captain America, and if putting his arm around a stranger was creepy. You were semi-gratified to see a reasonable consensus of no for the first and yes for the second, and more hurt than you'd admit to anyone by the much-larger consensus that Steve would definitely never have a woman who looked like you. But around the fourth time you refreshed the page to torture yourself with new comments, the story disappeared, and Nat told you later that Steve had used his Captain-America-Is-Disappointed voice to tell the publisher that if they ever ran an unauthorized pic, ever published your name or information, ever allowed personal comments, Steve would personally make sure that no publication owned by their group would be allowed into an Avengers event or interview ever again. (Nat then took great pleasure in describing his Captain-America-Will-Rip-Off-Your-Head-And-Shit-Down-Your-Neck voice when the publisher proved to be a little recalcitrant).

That led to the second time he suggested you move in together, into one of the single-family homes for AI personnel that Tony was building on the other side of the lake. The two of you could have it designed just for yourselves, with anything you'd want. “You could have a pantry,” he’d crooned right into your ear as he held you stretched out on top of him. “A big, big pantry. Full Wilder,” and honestly, that was him saying it just as obviously as if he used the words, because how else would he have paid attention to your 30-minute info dump about Laura Ingalls Wilder's custom-made pantry? “A cold cellar too,” he added, and you could have married him right then just for remembering.

So you know he does. You don't have to ask. But because you know, you can.

He's sitting on the couch, watching teams he doesn't actually care about (you asked him how he felt about the Dodgers these days; he made an uncategorizable noise, but he watches every game), and makes a quizzical sound when you clamber into his lap, straddling him and resting your head on his shoulder. “You okay there, pretty girl?” he asks, more amused than concerned, arms already wrapping around you.

You nod and nuzzle in. “D’you lumme?”

He huffs a laugh, and squeezes tight. “Yeah. I lummu.”

[micropoe10]

Dumb Ways to Die... BG3 edition! PART: 1

Long post EXTREMELY LONG POST...okay maybe, probably not that long?? DEFINITELY LONG and Possible spoilers?!? I'm not sure read at your own peril! IT'S TOTALLY WORTH IT THOUGH🤣

I've been playing BG3 for a collective of well over 250 hours now. I CAN'T express how much I absolutely LOVE this game! I adore my OG character she is perfect (as Astarion loves to tell me)! I will ALWAYS choose ASTARION to romance and too fall in love with repeatedly! ⬇️⬇️❤️❤️⬇️⬇️

That has not changed in the other 2 characters I have made so far alongside my OG campaign. I have save scummed SO hard. (Listen...I want to watch THOSE scenes with my OG character over and over again whenever I want lmao😂 I also love watching the wholesome fluff scenes too) ❤️That being said this is not that kind of post.. this post is my, lets call it....DUMB WAYS TO DIE .....To the story.....

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THE STORY: The Goblin Horde

I would like to stress the importance of what I'm going to say next!

☠️☠️ALWAYS GROUP YOUR PARTY MEMBERS!!!!☠️☠️

So there I was playing on an ALT campaign that I made because I wanted to see what Dark Urge was all about. (I should clarify that I have NOT finished the story yet...no, not even on my OG campaign, im enjoying the game at my own pace and I have a lot of IRL responsibilities too.) So.. there I was, Astarion is madly in love with me ❤️ I just saved Halsin from the Goblins 🐻 everything is going so well, and he wants me to kill the BIG THREE leaders of the Goblin Camp. 👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇

I got this....or so I thought...*(rolls a NAT 1 on Confidence)*

In my party I have Astarion, Shadowheart and Wyll. I also have a summoned wolf but for the sake of this story we're gonna leave them out of it. On my OG character I have already gone through the Goblin camp so on my Dark Urge alt I was feeling pretty good about my survival chances this time around...I start by picking off small groups of Goblins, the ones that are secluded, around corners, away from the big packs so it doesnt alert all of them. I close doors to keep them hidden...you know...

⬆️⬆️YEA THAT⬆️⬆️

I destroy EVERY SINGLE war drum cause obvious reasons⬆️ I DONT want to alert everybody! I even saved Volo because...I have a soft spot for his annoying humor, and quite litterally I'm pretty sure he is the NPC equivalent of the games damsel in distress but *spoilers* lol. When I've picked off the stragglers all that is left is the BIG THREE and their packs of mobs around them. I figure my best bet is kill off Grannie Gut first so I remember that there are some spiders in the makeshift cages below and if you're like me well...🕷️☠️

☠️🕷️Same Ron, Same🕷️☠️

But I ➡️ UNGROUP Wyll⬅️..remember this.. I ungroup only Wyll, because he is the only one in my party who can speak too animals and I was determined to Dr. Dolittle Bullshit my way through a convo with these spiders to make them do my biding! Even if it killed me, and if the RNG/DICE gods were displeased with me it could, would and probably should have. (Also this would be a good time to mention that yes I know there are potions, and scrolls for speak to animals...but I am a complete and utter MONEY GREMLIN sooo it all gets sold). So, I sweet talk my way through that convo while also trying not to stare directly at my screen cause. 🕷️=☠️.

The spiders tell me you need to open the door for us and im like that is simple enough. I walk over, I try to unlock the doors and the guards on the other side (nice chaps, great convo) say noooo the gates must stay closed spiders are dangerous, they are not trained. (I KNOW, kinda the point here). So if I couldnt open the doors I was just going to do what I've done best so far and KILL THEM.

As wyll is shooting at these two "innocent" guards they are trying to spam unlock the door and all I'm seeing is:

.....Locked,Locked,Locked,Locked,Locked,Locked,Locked,Locked,Locked,Locked,Locked,Locked,Locked,Locked,Locked,Locked,Locked,Locked,Locked,Locked,Locked,Locked,Locked,Locked......

At this point I have Astarion jump down and help me kill these goblins, but not before another "innocent bystanding" goblin joins the fight. At this point Shadowheart, and my ALT are trying to kill this extra goblin. Astarion is trying to unlock the door, the spiders are saying FREE us. And Wyll is just standing there living his best life, When Grannie Gut gets involved...

Stay tuned PART: 2 will be up shortly!

[rappaccini]

gonna put the forest bride ramble here for future reference:

regarding yellowjackets and the gothic horror subgenre + fairy tale elements, i'm intrigued by the idea of the queen being more than the leader of the yellowjackets. she's also the chosen one, the nexus of the wilderness cult's faith... and if the wilderness entity exists, she's its bride, at least symbolically speaking.

supposedly the writers pitched the show as a gothic fairy tale in part.

first of all, in terms of the gothic, these are the qualifiers of a gothic story:

a central location (the wilderness / wiskayok)

with a forbidden history (Cabin Guy / the nineteen months We Dare Not Speak Of)

defined by an atmosphere of decay/death/rot, and the general sense that a grand past has come and gone, which one longs to return to (the death-filled world of the woods and the decaying cabin / the women long for the wilderness, as much as it haunts them)

that leads to the corruption of the innocent ( the girls /... callie?)

so yj technically qualifies.

there are plenty of other elements

a mysterious death kickstarts the plot (travis, 2021)

a crumbling home full of dark secrets (the cabin)

a madwoman (wearing white) in the attic who isn't listened to (lottie)

ghosts and spirits

doubles (the girls and the women they'll become; tai's two personalities; the two queens that overlap at the end of both s1 and s2 respectively)

a childhood romance/crush interrupted by tragedy (jeff/jackie and shauna; kevyn/nat; even nat/travis and tai/van qualify)

juxtaposing a blonde vs a brunette and/or a virginal woman dressed modestly in white with a more experienced woman dressed sexier in darker colors (lottie v nat in doomcoming)

repression, and the violent return of the repressed (everything in the wilderness)

being separated from one's lover by death (nat and travis)

states of liminality: between man and animal (the 'antler queen'), life and death (the starvation and near-death visions, van), old and young (the girls are adolescents who'll finish growing up in the woods), masculine and feminine (the switch of gender roles; all that gay shit), good and evil, sanity and insanity...

transgression of the natural order... and feminine transgression being acceptable if done for the right reasons.

a young ingenue protagonist who’s goodhearted, probably has some sort of secret power and who loses her mind and/or innocence over the course of the story (any one of the girls)

a suitor the ingenue often has a childhood connection to who is usually from the same world as her and of a similar class standing, who circumstance separates her from, who she seeks to return to, and who often helps her escape her predicament (jeff, technically kevyn, travis, technically van)

a tyrant who plans to steal the ingenue away from her family and potential suitor (the wilderness)

said tyrant often intends to marry the young woman in order to corrupt her and take her resources (we'll get back to this)

in conclusion, yeah, full of gothic elements.

as for the fairy tale aspect... not a whole lot of that's happening, aside from one brief 'once upon a time' via van.... unless you consider the entity's relationships with the girls.

specifically, how many times have you heard this kind of story: 'young girl (often poor) is noticed by an unwanted (powerful) suitor, swept up and taken to its domain, an unfamiliar frightening isolated realm with supernatural elements that she must learn to survive in. she resists him as much as she can as she is plied with gifts, and eventually escapes him, often using some combination of her cleverness/resourcefulness and the people who love her. she leaves, but it's as a young woman whose lost her innocence.'

it graphs pretty well onto: natalie (the most impoverished girl on the team) is dragged out of the sky in a fiery chariot by a powerful spirit into the realm it holds dominion over. she adapts to the rules of said realm. she catches the entity's eye at a dance. she refuses to believe in it even as it's sending her favors in the form of food (the deer in s1, snackie, the white moose, maybe even javi), then slowly wears her down until she agrees to do as it says... until she somehow escapes it, likely using her cleverness or the relationships she forms with the people she meets in its realm (travis being a frontrunner). and when nat returns to society, she's a fundamentally different young woman.

(not to mention the good suitor role mentioned above-- he's from her world, which she seeks to return to, and he often helps her escape her predicament... and along comes travis, who is also from wiskayok, has a similar background to hers, just helped her escape a murderhunt, will escape the wilderness with her and also ended s2 placing his love for natalie above his faith in the entity, his need to belong with the group, and his own safety.)

now consider that queens and priestesses are often referred to as the consorts of gods, and recall the eventual headdress of the shaman/oracle/'antler queen' -- if that is in fact who natalie will become-- resembles a wedding veil. even if its a different girl under there, if the role is essentially the same, the symbolism still holds.

for that matter natalie's coronation feels like a wedding of sorts.

after a lengthy courtship and a giving of gifts, a procession leads the girl to the structure (temple) in which the ceremony will be performed. a feast is prepared. the bride's surrogate father figure tries to convince her to run away. vows are sworn in front of witnesses before an altar under the supervision of a priestess, who initiates the ceremony. the vows start with a religious leader deeming her worthy in the eyes of their deity of entering this pact. the vows end with the romantic partner she'll have (on-and-off) for the rest of her life swearing a loyalty to her that he'll never break. there's an objection to the union in the form of someone burning the temple down.

to note, this isn't a happy or empowering occasion. natalie isn't exactly going willingly. she rejected the entity repeatedly for months, even as she was exposed to the elements, starved, and worn down. even when everyone insists that if she only give in it would treat them better, she says no. the entity sends her a midnight snackie (assuming there's a link between nat burning her blood on the pyre and/or nat and travis's sex triggering the slow-roast) and a white moose, and she still refuses it. then during the card pull, 'it chooses' natalie. when everyone but (ben,) travis and javi gangs up to kill her, it kills javi, one of her only allies, right in front of her instead. she breaks, turns down ben's offer to flee out of shame, and finally is convinced that the entity is real, and she can't escape it because she has no right to.

she isn't accepting the queenship or the entity because she wants to. she's accepting because it spent months breaking her and all the people she cares about down physically and mentally, turning her peers against her, and eliminating her allies (if nat was its favorite since doomcoming, why would it tap her to be the sacrifice unless it wanted to punish her for not getting in line? and what better way to do that than to kill a loved one in front of her?). she's the poor girl in the fairy tale who is pursued by a monster, and eventually gives in and agrees to marry it in order to provide for her family.

and since the entity is representative of trauma, getting into bed with it is not a good thing. all natalie's really done by accepting the entity is enter an abusive relationship with it, in which it'll use her the same way it used lottie, then leave her a shell of herself when it gets bored and another girl catches its eye, and/or when she outwits and escapes it.

... yet in the end it gets her after all.

[at this point i'm rationalizing travis's death being Apparently Not Lottie's Fault as 'the entity did it to destabilize nat and take away her biggest ally, so it would be able to claim her for good... and it did. she died during a hunt, and now it's got her. which is also how i'm rationalizing travis not being there. nat's now in that same 'we've all been waiting for you' space that jackie was; it just looks a little different.]

[secretsofalifetime]

Avengers x Y/N: A Dizzy Spell Incident

Bucky Barnes x Y/N: enemies to lovers

Trigger warnings: Mainly fuff, a little romance, fainting and dizziness, and fake disease. this is my first time writing a fanfic so go easy on me pls :)

Summary: You have been Bucky's enemies since the beginning of time until Bucky finds out about your rare POTS *fake* disease and dizzy spells, as well as how you were battling with them during training and missions.

"You have got to be kidding me! Why her? There are so many others to pick from. Why her?" Bucky exclaimed. "Because she's the only one that is challenging enough for you" replied Steve. "I don't care if you like her or not, you are scheduled for simulated fight practice with her tomorrow at 11 AM, and you better be there." Bucky replied with a grumble before storming off to his room.

"Steve, really? You know how he treats me. Why in the world would you pair me up with him?", Y/N mumbled. Steve sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose before replying, "I don't understand. Why are you both like this." Y/N grinned. "So he also gave you a hard time with this. You really should have known better than putting the both of us together for this drill." Y/N turns on her heel and walks out the door when Steve calls her name. "Y/N, this is mandatory, You better show up tomorrow." Y/N smile grew. "Don't worry about me. Worry about what condition Bucky will be in tomorrow when I'm finished with him."

Bucky up at the digital clock hanging on the wall and frowns. "Why isn't she here yet?", he voices. "Because she didn't want to ruin her day first thing in the morning by seeing your face, but for Steve, it seems like I'm just gonna have to deal with a crappy day." Y/N walks in holding her water bottle. Bucky let his eyes roam her body before quickly realizing what he just did. Lucky for him, you didn't catch him eyeing your matching black shirt and shorts that just seems to show off every single curve. Dropping off your water bottle at the bench, Y/N walked towards Bucky and prepared your stance before saying, "Listen, I don't have all day to do this. Let's quickly finish the drill within the hour so that we both can leave as soon as possible." Bucky's eyebrow propped up. "No stretching?" "Did it before coming here," Y/N retorted. "Didn't want to spend anymore time in here than I had too". "Why doll? Afraid I will bite?", Bucky smirked. Y/N bounced from side to side. "Nah, quite the opposite actually. Didn't want to scar that pretty face of yours more than I have to." Bucky rose to the roof with that comment. He walked towards Y/N, but of course she's not one to back down. "So you think I'm pretty." "No, I think your face is pretty, not your ego", was the last think Y/N said before punching Bucky square in the face. Bucky stumbled back a step before regaining his balance. "And now that pretty face of yours is bruised, just like that ego", Y/N stated with a smirk. And when I say, shit went down after that, I mean shit went down :)

3 hours later, and neither Avenger was at their breaking point. Y/N definitely missed her phone call from Nick Fury on her next mission, but that was the least of her worries right now. Right now, all she wanted, no NEEDED, was to defeat Bucky at this drill. But god, the way Bucky swings those knives around from one hand to hand is the most attractive thing in the world. Having fast reflexes turned Y/N on like nothing else, and the only reason she has extended the fight this long was to watch his concentrated focus on trying to stab her with those knives. A couple of faint footsteps were detected and Sam’s loud bark heard from the entrance of the training room. “Well this is a sight!”, Sam exclaimed. Nat elbowed him in the ribs to keep him quite, but that just made him louder. “Get him. Y/N! I’m rooting for you!”. Nat groaned and rolled her eyes. “They have been at this for hours now”, she said while eying her watch. “Bucky! Y/N! You guys need to stop!”. “NEVER!”, was never heard more perfectly in sync. “Ugh ok, well me and Sam are going to be training on the side”, Nat replied. “Holler when you win Y/N!”, Sam yelled as Nat dragged him away.

30 minutes later, and the fight was still going on. Bucky was so focused on the movement of Y/N body, the fight pattern in her steps and the sharpness in rough punches that he almost didn’t hear Y/N excessive breathing and see the glare over he eyes. “Y/N, its ok to except defeat,” Bucky smirked, “I can see that you are tired, we can stop.” Y/N gritted her teeth. “Keep. Going”. Instantly, Bucky’s concern skyrocketed and he tried to pause, but Y/N kept swiping at him, causing him to react in self-defense. “Y/N what is going on. You need to stop”. Bucky grabbed Y/N hand as she tried to punch him. Y/N instead pulled her hand out of his grasp and backpedaled for a fraction of a second and came at Bucky again. “I said. KEEP. GOING”, Y/N managed to say through her breathes. “Hey what’s going on in here?”, Nat popped her head around the corner. It took Nat 3 seconds to analyze Y/N stance and heavy breathing to figure out what was going on. “FRIDAY, GET BANNER IN HERE”, she yelled at the AI system. “Nat what’s going on?”, Sam walked around the corner and when he saw Y/N, his eyes grew. “What is going on!?! Why won’t she stop!?!”, Bucky yelled at Nat and Sam as they got closer. Completely ignoring Bucky, Nat turns towards Y/N. “How long?”. “64 seconds”, Y/N replied, her voice raw and broken. Her eyes kept closing and her feet kept faltering but she wouldn’t stop fighting it. Nat turned towards Sam, “Get a mat and her water bottle. she going to need it once its over.” Sam for the first time, listened without any smart remark, making Bucky concern grow in fear. “NAT. WHAT. IS. GOING. ON”. “Just keep fighting her”, was all she could muster before giving her full focus towards Y/N. “Come on Y/N you can do this”. Bucky didn’t know what to think. Was she okay? What was going on? She clearly needed to stop, so why was she and everyone else telling him to continue fighting her. Over the next several minutes, Y/N excessive breathing increased to the point where she sounded like a plane about to take off. She feet were dragging and her movements were slowing down. She kept asking Nat, “How much longer?”, but Nat would only reply, “Just a little bit more sweetie”. Nat would keep encouraging Y/N from the sidelines, while keeping her eyes on her watch. A couple minutes after, Sam returned with the mat, water bottle and Bruce. Bruce had brought with him a kit that seemed to have a bunch of medical supplies in it, as well as a juice box. “How long?”, was the first question Bruce asked Nat. “15 minutes and 43 seconds.” Bruce looked up from his chart, “that’s longer than ever.” Nat smiled, still watching Y/N. Bucky watched all that was going down from the sidelines while still dodging and throwing punches at Y/N. His confusion was beginning to mix with his extreme concern. Shouldn’t he stop now. His focus went back to Y/N eyes. They were so cloudy that he didn’t think she could even see straight anymore. Tears were falling out of her eyes while listening to Nat’s ongoing comments of encouragement. She looked absolutely broken, and he was pretty sure she felt liked that too.

“Nat, I can’t I do it, I can’t do it anymore.” Y/N could feel her the calm darkness creep up her eyes. The dizziness had just gotten worse in the last 5 minutes. The only thing that had kept her going were those sky blue eyes that were looking at her all wrong. She had never seen Bucky’s expression so concerned. She didn’t know how he would react when he finds out what was going on. “Come on Y/N, just a little bit more.” Nat requested. “No, no, I can’t, I…” And the last of Y/N resolve dissipated into thin air and her footing stutters. “Y/N!”, Bucky yelled before coming over and holding her arms. “Bucky, lie her on this mat”. Bruce stated. Bucky quickly gathered Y/N in his arms and carried her onto the mat. As soon as he places her on the mat, Bruce announces, “18 minutes and 23 seconds, Y/N”. A soft smile, appears on Y/N’s face, “I did ok then”. “You did more than ok, sweetie”, Nat gets on the floor next to her and offers he the juice box. “No, I’m sleepy. I wanna sleep.” “You know you have to drink this first.” Nat replied. Begrudgingly, Y/N tries to get up, with Sam holding her back. Nat holds on to the juice box while Y/N drinks out of it. Bruce checks temperature and blood pressure. While this is all happening, Bucky could only watch from the side.

Bucky sat in the kitchen and watched Sam carry Y/N to the sofa. Y/N was now dressed in clean clothes and her hair was wet. Somehow Nat convinced Y/N to take a bath and let her help washed Y/N hair before she fell asleep. Nat walked in and took a look at Bucky. “She has a rare form of POTS syndrome.” “What do you mean rare?”, Bucky asked, his voice a whisper. “Normal POTS syndrome is triggered by excessive exercise or exhaustion of a sort. Y/N’s POTS doesn’t have a trigger, at least one that we know of. It can happen anytime, anywhere, under any circumstance. It’s why she’s able to exercise for hours on end but faint while just making coffee. So in order to protect her from potential harm during missions, Bruce has come up with a long term plan that while help increase her stamina and hold her ground even when the dizzy spells are in effect. Hence, why she kept fighting you. We have been timing her ability to keep upright and lately she has been showing signs of progress”, a faint smile crept up on Nat’s face. “How come nobody told me?”, Bucky asked. He held his head low, trying to remember any instance where Y/N showed symptoms, but he couldn’t come up with anything. The only thing he remembered about Y/N was how annoying she was, the pranks she pulled on him, and how he used to look at her: with disgust. And a hint of passion. But now it was something else that came out while he watched Y/N sleep peacefully on the sofa. She looked delicate, not in the way where she would break because Bucky knew there was no way anyone could break her, but delicate in a way where now instead of hatred, Bucky’s instinct had turned into protectiveness. Nat sighed. “Bucky, you were already dealing with your own problems. And you were barely even here on campus most of the time. Y/N also good at hiding it. You didn’t even remember anything wrong with her, did you?” Bucky shook his head. “Y/N is strong, Bucky. But there is also a soft side to her. Yes, she can be over the top at times, but that’s her way to hide her problems. Maybe if you got to know her better, you wouldn’t see her as an enemy anymore.” “I brought shawarma everyone!’, a voice exclaimed, as a certain genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist walked into the room. Tony’s eyebrows scrunched up when he saw Y/N on the sofa. “Did it happen again? How long did she hold it?”, he asked while turning around to Nat. “18 minutes and 23 seconds.” “Oh wow and he knows?”, Tony nodded towards Bucky. “Yup.” “Ok, then manchurian candidate, welcome to the squad.” “What squad?” “The fainting princess’s watch squad”, Tony pats Bucky’s shoulder before walking out, Nat on his heel. “Oh and leave some food out for Y/N when she wakes up. That princess works a double shift as a raging hangry monster”, Tony called back while Nat chuckled.

Y/N groaned and tried to sit up on the sofa. “Woah, there!", Bucky says while suddenly coming into Y/N's view. "Slow down, you don't want to get whiplash." Bucky placed a hand behind Y/N 's back and grabbed Y/N's hand with his other hand, gently helping her rest against the sofa. "Whhatt, what are you doing here?", Y/N asked, flabbergasted. Never in a million years would she imagine Bucky helping her and his voice's tone so sweet and concerned in her favor. "Listen, I want to apologize for the way I treated you before. I had no idea you were going through all of this, but that still is no excuse for my actions, so I am very, truly, deeply sorry." "Where is the real Bucky Barnes, and what have you done with him?", Y/N laughs weakly. Bucky grabs her hand and to Y/N's surprise, places it on his cheek. "Still very real doll, still very real." "Well then it's probably my turn to apologize for the pranks and endless teasing and..." Bucky cuts Y/N off by placing a finger on lips. "It's all good. But don't stop the pranks, they keep me on my toes", Bucky winked. "Only if you promise to chase me again after I "accidentally" put blue hair dye in your shampoo", Y/N grinned. Bucky place both of his hands on hers that were resting in her lap. "I promise."

[taintedbloom]

Tracing back the origins of her relationship with Dominik, they weren't quite humble beginnings. In fact, most sane people in the world wouldn't start dating the man who killed their friends. Natalie thought about it every once in a while when she drove past a house of the deceased, constantly reminding her how quick she'd chosen dwelling in isolation with Dom at her side suited best. Her boyfriend never minded hunkering down for a quiet night in, but social interaction at a party or a bar filled with talkative extroverts illuminated Nat's battery like a shocking charge. "He's not quick to advertise like someone else in our vicinity."

Once given complete confirmation from both men that they were expected to behave themselves while left unsupervised, Archie shooting his girlfriend a trademark wink which elicited a chuckle from the blonde, Natalie graciously handed over the control of where they ventured to Kaia who obviously knew the terrain better than she did. "You basically just described my not quite so meet-cute story in less than two sentences." Horrific, indeed, and the romance came sooner rather than later. Relationship stories such as theirs aren't accurate portrayals of a fairy tale children read in fantasy novels, actually, she and Kaia both essentially spotted the red flags and ignored every single one of them.

The pair ascended the stairs in what Natalie playfully imagined was a regal fashion only two wealthy women of society sustained, gaze sweeping the photograph Kaia indicated and listening with immense interest. "Wow, Isn't she precious?" The picture depicted a little girl roughly about six with brunette locks and facial features favoring the Morris at her side unmistakably, that she was nearly surprised when it turned out Cora wasn't a biological daughter. An aunt raising her niece under the guise of her mother. That's...new. "Oh. So, also known as child abduction and kidnapping. Safe to bet that wasn't part of the contract." Nat touched her index finger to her lips and nodded with compassionate understanding. "I'm still working up the courage to discuss children with Dom, but that's one way to become a mother."

Process of elimination concluded something must have happened to Cora's birth mother. Endless reasons crossed the blonde's mind, dying from child labor, a car crash, an senseless accident, or something Natalie was familiar with...murder. "Do you mind me asking what happened to your sister? I mean, you don't have to tell me if it's a sore subject, I totally understand. And I don't want to ruin your festive mood by making you sad in any way. I just," Okay, now she was rambling. "I have a feeling we only reached half the horrific part."

it was interesting, if she had met natalie and dominik in any other setting, under any other cicumstances, she would've thought they were a cute couple. a cute, normal couple. the truth was far from that, and while they did compliment one another remarkably well, it was strange to look at dominik and know that he brutally murdered a bunch of people for natalie's honour. she tipped her head to the side, " so I hear, " kaia murmured, there was more to the quiet man than meets the eye. archie was not so subtle with his own grandeur in short tempered outbursts.

kaia found herself offering a gentle laugh to natalie's words, it seemed natalie was more so like kaia's own partner, and kaia like dominik than she initially realised. they were the same couple truly, just in reverse. her head tipped to the side, her smile lingering as the woman went on to suggest a tour. the idea made sense, even if both girls had the same idea when it came to their less predictable partners.

both glanced in the direction of their other halves, kaia nodded her head at archie, mouthing a swift and subtle behave, as dominik waved back at his bubbly barbie doll and turned his attention back to archie. kaia laughed once more, and looked back to natalie as she thread their arms together and lead her to the stairs, " well, we don't exactly have a cute story on how we met, but the story gets less-- horrific, more romantic as it goes on. "

the two climbed the stairs one by one, kaia was in no real rush and there was plenty of house to get through, that was for sure. " well, our daughter, " kaia gestured to a picture that hung on the wall, " cora, she's biologically my niece. " it wasn't a story they often told anybody, as far as the outside world were concerned, archie was cora's father, kaia was her mother, but she felt there was no reason to lie to natalie, not when she already knew way more than any other person had been privvy to over the years. " archie was contracted to take out my brother in law. " the words still felt dry in her mouth, " and um.. well, long story short, he found cora alone and decided to take her. "

[academicgangster]

Ilsa Faust got more onscreen character development than MCU Natasha Romanoff and I am a pile of caustic potash salt.

[sailorkamino]

While You Were Sleeping

relationships: alpha!buckynat x enhanced!omega!reader

summary: When you start sleep teleporting into your teammates room's Bucky and Natasha are jealous to say the least. When you finally end up in their bed there's less romance and more head injuries than they imagined.

word count: 2.1k

warnings: abo dynamics, protective/jealous buckynat, nightmares, reader gives herself a concussion, embarrassment, bed sharing, making out, pain medication, reader sleeps with a stuffed animal, platonic!steve x reader, some nsfw thoughts, beefy!nat

translations: zayka- bunny, malyshka- baby, dorogoy- darling

a/n: (me, unable to find an alpha buckynat fic) fine, i'll do it myself

Steve is animatedly talking to a barely awake Sam when the blonde is suddenly spun around by a strong hand on his shoulder. He had just enough time to recgonize the scent of his best friend before he threw a punch. “Buck, you can’t sneak up on me like that,” he groans. He tenses up again when he notices the brunet’s anger.

“Woah, did you fight with Nat this morning or something?” Sam asks, now perked up. Steve sighs loudly at his teammates' lack of filter as Bucky scowls. “No. I was noticing Steve’s scent,” Bucky answers darkly. Sam sniffs the air. “He smells the same to me. Is your super nose picking up something weird?”

Steve shuts his eyes in exasperation. “Sam. Just go get a coffee or something.”

“What? You practically dragged me out of bed at the ass crack of dawn and now-”

He stops abruptly at Bucky icy glare. “You know what, I am getting coffee. It’s too early for your drama,” he decides, exiting the gym with a non committal wave goodbye.

“Didn’t know you and Y/N were so close,” Bucky practically growls. He approaches a punching bag to keep from breaking his best friend’s face. Steve blushes, only adding fuel to his friends' anger. He raises his shirt to nose. “Do I smell like her? I took a shower this morning,” he wonders outloud. 

Bucky punches the bag so hard it goes flying from the ceiling, raining sand on the floor. Steve's eyes widen when he realizes Bucky didn’t even use his metal arm to do it. He quickly raises his hands in a surrendering position “Woah, it wasn’t like that! She sleep teleported into my room and I wasn’t gonna kick her out!”

Bucky turns to face him. “Sleep teleported?”

“Yeah, you know, like sleep walking but─"

“I get it Steve!” He snaps, running a hand through his dark locks. “I just don’t understand why she went to your room,” he mumbles, voice now much softer and a little insecure. He thinks of his and Natasha’s attempts to get you closer that he was sure were working. They even googled courting tips for fucksakes. Natasha is much better at flirting but Bucy is a good listener, remembering every little thing about you. If you liked Steve you would tell him… wouldn’t you?

The blonde raises a brow at his friend’s sudden vulnerability. “What do you mean?”

“I mean in this huge tower, with hundreds of places to end up, why did she go to your bed?”

Steve sighs in frustration, realizing the real reason for the brunet’s behavior. Jealousy. “I don’t know, Buck. She was asleep when it happened, it was probably completely random. I’m just glad she didn’t end up in the street or something.”

Bucky freezes at that, all the worst thoughts of where you could have teleported flooding his head. He’s suddenly grateful you wound up in bed with his best friend. How could he have been so selfish? And how can he protect you from your powers? Bondage? No, that’s just kinky. Maybe cyro? No, he won’t let you in one of those freaky test tubes. Too many bad memories.

“Buck? Buck?”

He’s snapped from his thoughts. “Huh?”

“I asked how long you and Nat have been sweet on Y/N?” Steve smirks.

Bucky feels himself blush. “What makes you think we’re sweet on her?”

“Well you tried to kill me a minute ago because you were jealous, did you forget about that?”

Bucky’s jaw ticks. Sometimes he forgets how much of an ass his best friend really is. “I wasn’t gonna kill you.” He shrugs, playing innocent. “I was gonna tell Nat you slept with Y/N and then let her kill you.”

“Steve what?” Natasha’s deep growl has both men freezezing in terror. Steve sends the brunet a pleading look. Bucky reaches out to his mate hesitantly, “now malyshka, it’s not what it sounds like.”

____

You’re having a nightmare but the pain is what wakes you up.

You’re on the floor and your head is throbbing and your heart is racing but wait, this isn’t your room? Where are you? Suddenly Natasha is in front of you, gently cupping your wet face. That’s when you realize you are in fact, crying. Well this is embarrassing. A sense of comfort washes over as you recognize the two familiar scents.

“Zayka, where are you hurt?” She asks as Bucky turns on the lamp so they can scan you for injuries. You shut your eyes at the sudden light. “My head.” The alphas share a panicked look. “Friday, health scan,” the redhead demands.

“Ms. Y/N has hit her head on the nightstand and is suffering from a grade one concussion. No emergency healthcare is needed. I suggest pain medication, rest, and icing the area of injury.” The AI answers in a soft volume.

“I’ll get the pills and ice,” Bucky decides, rushing out of the room. Natasha pulls you against her chest, mindful of your head. “It’s alright omega. We’ll take care of you,” she soothes. She suddenly raises from the floor without warning, making you cling to her in surprise, before she deposits you on the bed. She smirks at your dumbstruck expression. Despite the pain you’re in you feel your stomach churn at the show of strength.

“How’s the pain, baby doll?” Bucky croons, approaching the bed with full hands. You sniffle as he hands you some pills to take, washing it down with your favorite juice “Thank you, and not too bad. I’ve survived worse,” you answer, wiping your face. They look at you unconvinced.

The brunet sits on the bed beside you, “it’ll be easier to ice your head if you’re laying down.” Natasha is there to pull back the blankets for you even and tuck you in. Your heart flutters at their sweetness. Bucky gently places the ice pack on your head. You wince at the contact but sigh happily at the numbing effect. “Not too bad my ass,” Natasha scoffs.

You pout, trying to look serious but it’s hard in your current position. “It really isn't though. I’m just embarrassed I concussed myself. Plus I’m not wearing any pants.”

“That’s what you’re worried about? Your pride?” Bucky asks incredulously.

“Yes I am. Frankly, I don't have a lot to lose.”

Natasha shakes her head as she sits on the other side of you. “As much as I love your sense of humor, we were a little too worried about your head injury to notice your underwear.” That’s a lie. They both got a flash of your pastel cotton panties. “I can get you some pants if it would make you more comfortable though.”

You shrug. “No it’s fine, I’ve changed in front of you on missions before. I’m not really body shy.”

They share a heated look. They’re very familiar with your confidence but now is not a good time to tell you that they regularly fantasize about said body. Natasha holds back any sexual comments, remding herself that you’re only in their bed hald dressed because you’re injured.

“Well if it makes you feel any better you have great legs,” Bucky mumbles, eyes widening at his own admission. Natasha is shocked but somewhat proud of her awkward boyfriend. He needs to work on timing but baby steps. You grin teasingly, “really? This coming from Mr. Muder thighs?”

Natasha, who’s now slipped under the covers beside you, lets out a deep chuckle. Bucky’s face burns an adorable shade of red making you smile once again. “Yeah, get in bed, murder thighs,” Nat teases. He scoffs but lays down beside you anyways.

Sandwiched between the two most gorgeous alphas you’ve ever seen you resist the urge to do a little celebratory dance. As much as you don’t want to leave you also feel like you’ve bothered them enough. You sigh before forcing the words out of your mouth.

"I guess I should be going back to my room now.”

They look at you as if you’ve just suggested committing a war crime. “Printsessa, you’re hurt. Don’t you think you should just rest here for tonight?" Natasha coos, gently taking your hand in her’s. The small affection is enough to make you momentarily forget your argument. Then Bucky is shuffling beside you, retrieving something from the floor.

“Plus you can't go anywhere without this little guy, right?”

To your horror, he’s holding your favorite stuffed animal. The one you fell asleep holding. “That’s… not mine,” you lie very convincingly. Nat raises a brow teasingly. “Really? ‘Cause it’s not ours.” You put on a show of fake concern. “Oh no, it’s… a bomb! I’ll defuse it!”

Bucky moves the plushie away from your reach. “If I give it to you, you have to promise not to teleport away.”

“You want me to stay here with a bomb?” You ask, determined to stick to your story.

“Omega, we both know it’s not a bomb,” Nat interjects, cupping your face so you’ll meet her eyes, effectively making your brain short circut. Your face burns under her touch. “I’ll stay,” you softly promise. The alphas smile triumphantly as Bucky hands you the toy.

“We’d never make fun of you, zayka. Everyone has their comforts,” Bucky soothes. “Really?” You ask, looking between them. “Of course. I have a safety blanket that I won’t let anyone use,” he confesses. Natasha hums beside you, "and I do ballet."

“Really? Could you teach me?” You ask, looking up at her with excited eyes. She thinks of the way she was taught and clenches her jaw. No, she’ll make it fun for you. “Whatever you want, pretty girl.” You beam at her sweet words just as a yawn escapes your lips.

Bucky places a large hand on your waist. “I think the pills are making you sleepy, doll. Why don’t you get some rest?”

“Wait, I need to ask you guys something.” You focus on the green dinosaur in your hands but you can feel their gazes burning into you. “I don’t think I can embarrass myself anymore so I’m just gonna come out and say it… do you want to go on a date with me?”

There’s a horrible silence for a moment. Bucky looks at his girlfriend with pure happiness but she’s more hesitant to accept your confession, considering you just suffered from a head injury then took strong pain medication. She sighs deeply. “Zayka, we should talk about this in the morning─”

You barely notice Bucky pressing himself against you, afraid you’re going to leave. You look at Natasha defiantly. “No. I might have a concussion, and be on drugs, and not wearing pants, but I know what I want! So if you’re going to reject me just go ahead and─”

Before he can stop himself, Bucky cups your jaw and turns your face to him, smashing his lips against yours. Nat raises her brow, hardly surprised by her mate’s impulsive behavior. Still she can’t help but groan at the two of you kissing. It’s even hotter than she imagined. When he finally pulls away your chest is heaving and you’re looking up at Bucky with big glassy eyes. You already look so wrecked from just a kiss.

“Did that feel like a rejection to you?” He teases in a gruff voice, bumping his nose against yours. You shake your head breathlessly. “Um, no, but I think I should get Nat’s opinion too.”

The red head smirks, leaning in slowly just to tease you. Just as you begin to pout she surges forwards and takes your bottom lip between her teeth. You gasp at the light sting but she quickly soothes it with firm kisses. Bucky squeezes your waist from behind, gently mouthing your neck. You shiver as she pulls back, blinking slowly. You clear your throat,

“Yeah. That checks out.”

They both grin at your dazed reply. “You’re adorable, pup,” Bucky coos sweetly. Natasha hums in agreement, cupping your cheek. “You should rest now, zayka. We can talk more in the morning.”

“And kiss?” You ask drowsily.

She smiles, gently running her fingers along your jaw. “Of course, omega.”

You clutch your toy in your arms and nuzzle against Natasha’s breasts, pulling Bucky’s arm around your waist. Your bare legs are intertwined underneath the warm blankets. The last thing you say is a soft and sweet, “night alphas,” before drifting off.

Both of their hearts pick up at the title. You had never called them that before. Bucky tucks his head into your neck. He inhales your scent to remind him that this is real and not a dream. The two most amaizng woman he’s ever known in bed with him just seems too good to be true. He feels Natasha moving and look to see her texting with one hand.

“What are you doing?” He whispers against your skin. “Just telling Steve that the three of us will be taking a sick day.” She responds quietly. Bucky smiles at the prospect of a lazy day with his girls. “You think of everything, malyshka.”

“I know.” She brags, placing the phone on the bedside table. “Friday, cancel all alarms and don’t let anyone in unless the world is ending.”

“We should order her some fancy stuff for her nest, you know, like from one of those special omega websites. Oh, and lots of stuffed animals,” Bucky excitedly plans as he looks at your peaceful face. Natasha reaches over you to stroke his arm,

“Relax, dorogoy. We’ll have our whole lives to spoil her.”

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[londonalozzy]

Stop Pretending (TFATWS)

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Genre: Romance, Angst

Summary: The reader thinks she's doing a stellar job of keeping her feelings for a certain soldier buried deep inside. Turns out, all it takes is an observant new friend to begin the unraveling of her most precious secret (Spoilers for TFATWS)

Masterlist

Word: Pretence

Definition: A way of acting that is intended to deceive people.

Example: Saying that he's just a friend when he's really the love of your life.

Your POV

Being caught in the midst of war is something that I, (Y/N) (Y/L/N)  know all too well. As a war vet, former shield agent, and now Avenger I'm used to being centered amongst conflict. When the fight begins within me though, a battle between what I want and what I think is right, how will I react? Will I listen to my heart, my head, or will the winner be chosen for me?

Delacroix, Louisiana.....

I love my sleep, always have, always will. It's not necessarily the comfort of the bed, the quiet or even the rest. It's the fact that I'm at peace when I sleep. My life has a tendency to fall apart when I'm awake, so anything that will put that off for as long as possible I savor.

I wish it were the same for a certain super soldier in my life. I look forward to going to bed, everything calms down then, and for most people it's the same. For Bucky however, it's when everything starts, the nightmares, the terrors, the seemingly unending darkness. If only I could take his pain away like he has with mine.

For the last few weeks, my life had, for want of a better word, been hectic. Hectic to say the least.

After the eventual defeat of Thanos and the loses we endured as a result, I thought naively that life might calm down a bit, that I'd have time to breathe, to live. How wrong I was.

It all began with John Walker being announced to the world as the new Captain America.

I was baking cookies with Morgan in the Stark family kitchen when it came over the radio. As that latest turn of events sunk in, my first thoughts were of Bucky, what that would do to him. Not even an hour later I had said my goodbyes and was on my way to help him get the shield back.

Since then even more had happened. We'd regrouped with Sam, busted Zemo out of prison which in turn ruffled the feathers of Ayo and the Dora Milaje. We came face to face with Morgenthou and the Flag Smashers, and finally witnessed the man who thought he could even compete with Steve, make himself judge, jury and most significantly executioner.

After that went around the world we knew we had to end it sooner rather than later. It couldn't get much worse than Captain America becoming a murderer. We got the shield back, which was a fight all in itself. Handed Zemo over to Ayo, to try and recompense for the distrust we'd instilled in the people who'd helped us so much. Then we travelled to stay with Sam and his family in Louisiana whilst we waited for Karli's next move.

This is where we found ourselves now, in the eye of it, the calm before the storm.

Waking up in the Wilson households guest room, I was greeted to the golden hue of the rising sun penetrating through the single glaze windows, and the melodic sounds of gulls on the hunt for their morning meal down by the docks.

Actually, no that's not right. What I could hear was most certainly not birds, and it was definitely not melodic. What were those boys doing?

Quickly and quietly I threw on the first clothes I could get my hands on and made my way downstairs towards the noise. What caught my attention when I discovered the source, was not the two youngest Wilson boys playing with our newly reacquired shield in the living room, but the super solider who was blissfully ignorant to it all, sleeping peacefully on the couch in front of them. I don't think I'd ever been so happy.

"Right you two, if you're determined to play Avengers all morning then I suggest you re-assemble in the back yard. You're gonna wake Bucky up," I whispered out in one breath, stepping between the boys, then placing my hands on their backs and tip toeing them towards the door.

"So what if we wake him up? It's gone 10am," Cass questioned in protest, pulling on his sneakers and jacket.

"Exactly! Which is why if you do as I say, I will make you the biggest plate of waffles for breakfast that you've ever seen."

The boys eyes lit up. "Can we have ice cream with it? Mum never lets us have ice cream for breakfast, and I'm sure there's a tub of Stark raving hazelnuts in the freezer," AJ clapped in muted excitement. "Oh, for God's sake.....Yes. You can have whatever you want if you get out of this house now and keep the noise down."

Once the boys were outside, I made my way over to the kitchen, stopping on the way to lean over my favourite senior citizen and make sure that he was still peaceful in his slumber. He'd never looked so relaxed, so at ease. It was a brand new Bucky I'd never seen before, a Bucky that had my heart pounding for him even more than it normally did. Not that he knew any of that.

Half an hour later and up to my elbows in waffle mix, I failed to notice my new friend and host Sarah making her way to my side at the counter, the huge smile on my face not going unnoticed. "What's got you grinning like the Cheshire cat, like I need to ask?"

"Bucky's sleeping. Isn't it amazing?" I spoke softly, bouncing up and down on my feet as I did so.

"And why is that?" She couldn't looked more confused if she tried.

"In all the years I've known him, I don't think I've ever woken up before he has. If his nightmares don't keep him awake all night, they normally have him up before the crack of dawn. I don't think I've ever seen him so still."

"Good answer," Sarah nodded in a hush, understanding why this meant so much to me, but not done yet with her morning interrogations, "Now on to my next question......"

"I'm already not liking the sound of this."

"Sleeping Beauty over there follows you around like a little puppy dog. He hangs on your every word, looks at you like you hung the stars or something. It's pretty obvious how crazy he is about you, so when are you gonna stop pretending that you're not head over heels in love with him?"

"I don't know what you're talking about Wilson," I smiled forcefully, making out like the waffle maker deserved my attention way more than the conversation I was being made to have.

This was all Sam's doing, without a shadow of a doubt. He'd tried to have this conversation with me on multiple occasions and I shut him down every time. He obviously hadn't given up like I thought he did, and decided to draft in his sister. He is seriously gonna regret it when I find him.

"Sure you know what I'm talking about. Sam sees it, I don't even know you that well and I see it. The only reason Bucky doesn't, is because he doesn't believe he could ever be that lucky. You're a smitten kitten." These Wilson's are all as annoying as each other.

Knowing I wasn't getting out of this one, I grabbed Sarah by the arm and pulled her right into the corner of the room, trying my best to keep this convo as private as possible. "Look, I'm not pretending.....I'm ignoring. There's a difference."

"Care to explain what that difference is?" Sarah spoke softly, but with a sarcastic air.

Turning to look over my shoulder at the subject of our conversation, making sure he was still safely in the land of nod, I decided to just be honest. Sarah was much like her brother. Once she wanted to get to the bottom of something she wasn't about to give up.

"I love Bucky, more than I've ever loved anyone...and that terrifies me," the rawness of finally being honest making my voice shake, and tears come to my eyes. "Nat was like my sister, and she's dead. Tony was the closest I've ever gotten to having a Dad...and he's dead too. Then there's Steve, Vision, God knows where Wanda is....Everyone I love, either leaves or dies. If I admit my feelings for Buck then I face the risk of losing him too."

"Do you have any idea how crazy you sound right now? He's not going to die because you love him (Y/N)."

Silent tears were falling now. I was revealing my deepest fears to a woman I'd only known a few days, and I'm not underplaying it when I say it was like a colossal weight off my chest, a release I didn't know I needed. "Believe me...I know, but I can't take that risk. I can't lose anyone else, especially not him."

"Let's just say for a second that you're right, that there is some higher power somewhere, set on destroying everyone you love. Do you really think ignoring your feelings is going to make them disappear?" I didn't know what to say to that. "Natasha and Stark died so that everyone could continue living, and (Y/N) you're not living as long as you keep this to yourself. They wouldn't want that for you."

"But what if I lose him?" I whispered with a choked sigh.

"Then at least he'll die knowing how you felt about him. After everything he's been through don't you think he deserves to know there's someone out there who loves him like you do?"

"Of course..."

Sarah's lips pulled upwards in a satisfied smirk, wrapping her arm around my shoulder and giving it a comforting squeeze, "then you owe it to yourself, and to him, to tell him the truth."

"Why do all you Wilson's have to be so clever?" I voiced in mock irritation, pushing her away from me and acting like I was annoyed she had gotten one up on me.

"I don't know," she thought aloud and with a cheeky grin, grabbing a plate to start piling on the long forgotten waffles, "I think it might be the sea air or something."

"Nah, it's in the genes," I chuckled quietly, grabbing my jacket and deciding it was time to get this conversation wrapped up. "I'll go find Sam and the boys for breakfast. Clear my head a little bit."

"You promise you're gonna tell him?" Sarah stopped me as I went to push the door open.

"I'll think about it."

3rd person POV

Once (Y/N) was out of ear shot, Sarah couldn't help but start jumping up and down in excitement, clapping her hands loudly as she did so. That went even better than she thought it would, and she was so proud of herself. Sarah Wilson could now add matchmaker to her resume.

"Coast is clear Barnes. You can open your eyes now."

(Y/N) had no idea what she had metaphorically walked into just minutes earlier, entering that very revealing conversation with her overly inquisitive host.

What drew Sarah to come down that morning was the sounds of both the front porch door opening and the smell of homemade waffles wafting up the stairs. As she entered the kitchen she was met with two sights. One being (Y/N), facing the counter and looking very smiley, the other being a wide awake super soldier who was just laying on the couch and staring at her, the sole object of his affection. Sarah could work with this.

Every time (Y/N) turned back in his direction, Bucky would close his eyes and pretend to be asleep again. He had never slept so soundly, so peacefully, thoughts of (Y/N) and his new friends filling his nightmare free dreams.

He'd initially woken to (Y/N) ushering the boys outside because she was afraid they would wake him up. He didn't want to disappoint her by proving her right. Besides, he liked just watching her move around the kitchen, completely unaware he was observing her the whole time. He had no idea about the conversation that was just about to happen.

After (Y/N) had left and Sarah had confirmed so, Bucky sat himself up, his body shaking with adrenaline and a look of complete shock fixed on his face. Had he definitely woken up, or had the whole thing been a part of his dream? Did (Y/N) seriously just admit that she was in love with him?

Bucky didn't know how to react, didn't know what to say as he looked up at a smug Sarah from his spot. All he'd ever wanted was for (Y/N) to feel the same way about him as he did about her. Now he knew that she did.

"You're welcome by the way."

[mrslilyrogers]

All I Have To Do Is Dream

Pairing: Steve x Reader, Telepath! Reader (X-men reader)

Summary: It’s been five years since the snap. You and Steve are stuck at an impasse. You want a family, he doesn’t. He says he’s moved on but has he really? With your doubts growing, you consider risking his trust and use your powers on him to get your answers once and for all. 

Author’s note: I know I’ve been gone for so long, I’m sorry!! I loved these requests and decided to merge them together. Took a while to write, I haven’t had much inspiration. I’ll keep this short and hope you enjoy this!! Let me know what you think!  

Requests: hi!! first of all i adore your writing (esp. betrayal)!! id willingly chop two of my limbs in exchange of ur writing skills hahah!! can you maybe write a oneshot similar to take my breath away, and the reader and steve are dating, but they’re actually in steve’s dream(like in age of ultron) and she is sad that steve’s still hasn’t moved on from peggy?? and can you make it extra angsty?? sorry if this is too much hehe!! thanks btw :))

Hmmm maybe angst w/ Steve or Bucky where a misunderstanding/bad fight leads to the reader leaving the team?

“Damn it, Steve! Would you just listen? Where the hell are you even going?” your voice boomed around your small apartment as you breathed harshly, trying your best not to pull your hair out of frustration. 

At first, it had all been just petty disagreements, you and Steve letting off some steam after the snap happened. You had thought it was normal at the time, a coping mechanism that needed to be flushed out of your systems never expecting that it would last for as long as it has. Five freakin’ years. By now, you would’ve thought you’d realize how lucky you were to still be alive, to still be together while others couldn’t say the same. And yet...

“Geez, Y/N. I am! For the past 30 minutes! And I’m telling you now what I’ve told you from the start,  I am not ready! You gotta give me more time, doll.” He replied, his voice just a tad calmer than yours but you didn’t miss the tick in his jaw as he walked out of your shared room, shrugging into his jacket. You knew his anger was just brewing inside, ready to attack if you pushed just a little bit harder. After countless back-and-forths, this had become a routine between the two of you with Steve always taking the role of the aggrieved party, ending arguments with an exasperated sigh and a roll of his eyes before he walked away, deciding he had something better to do with his precious time than fight with you. While you, on the other hand, always found that more infuriating, making you impatient and mean, baiting and nagging him until you wouldn’t even recognize the shrill and whine to your own voice.

“And when would that even be? It’s been five years since the snap. When will—”

“Don’t you dare bring that up!” his voice rose, eyes glaring at you as he whirled around, his jaw clenched. “Don’t use that excuse on me, you know damned well I know it. Why do you think I chose to move on and be with you instead of helping Nat bring them all back, hmm?” He continued mockingly as if you were stupid enough not to understand. 

This was it, what all your petty arguments had narrowed down into;

Despite what he said, he still wasn’t ready to settle down. 

“But what the hell are we doing now, Steve? We’re not getting any younger! I want to have kids, a family, with you!” You knew you sounded pathetic, and desperate all at the same time but you couldn’t help but continue, the pretty picture already clouding your brain, 

“Can’t you see it? Having children of our own, their drawings hung up on the walls, the dog you’ve been wanting to have since forever running around the house, family barbecues...” your voice trailed off, a lump forming in your throat, your eyes glazing over with unshed tears. It was all within your grasp, so easily reachable if only Steve agreed with you. If only he wanted it too. Anger bubbled up to the surface while he bristled, looking annoyed. 

 “We can have all of that, you know. What are you even waiting for? Will you ever be ready? Because it really feels like you won’t and I’m the only one who actually wants this,” You were unrelenting, thinking of Tony Stark’s family, how they had gone off the grid and had their own little piece of heaven. Crossing your arms, you knew you wouldn’t achieve anything by becoming a nag but your patience was already wearing thin. 

“Jesus, Y/N! Why would you even say that? Of course I want a family with you! I’m just not ready for that yet! Just give me more time,”

Shaking your head, you let out a defeated sigh and looked away from him. You could hear him grabbing the keys from the counter, exhaling loudly before he went up to you and ran his hands down your arms soothingly, willing you to understand. When you didn’t budge, he just pleaded as he always had, 

“I love you, you know I love you. But I need to get to this meeting, those people need me, Y/N. Could we please just talk about this later?” He moved his head lower to meet your eyes and even in your state of anger, you knew you couldn’t say no to that. He took your begrudged nod as an assent, kissing your forehead before he turned to leave. What else were you going to say anyway? He was going to lead a therapy session for people who had lost their loved ones. Guilt ate at you for keeping him here when he so desperately wanted to save the world. People needed him too, not just you. They hung on his every word. They needed their Captain America, their symbol of hope. While, here you were, acting like a child because he wouldn’t let you have your way. 

Letting out another sigh, your gaze stuck to the floor, berating yourself at how selfish you’d become. You knew what you were getting into when you dated him. You had no illusions of being the center of his universe, it was always going to be the people. But still, it would’ve been nice to be put first for once. You hated the tandem feelings of jealousy and guilt that always crept up on you after your fights. You just wished he understood that while those people needed their hero, you needed your Steve too. But as time passed, it seemed like the man and the hero were indistinguishable and you’d been deluding yourself into thinking it could be different. You’d just have to accept that too because living without him wouldn’t even be an option. 

He paused by the door, catching sight of your slumped shoulders. “Hey,” he said softly, striding back to you. 

“You know I love you, right?” he stroked your cheeks and you couldn’t help the turn of your lips. Nodding slowly, you rolled your eyes at how easy you were for him. 

 “I know. I’m sorry,” 

Ducking down to give you a quick peck on the lips, he reassured you again, “We’ll talk about this later, I promise,” then he gave you one last kiss to your forehead before he disappeared. But what once would’ve eased your worries did nothing to quell your nerves now. Your heart believed everything was alright but your gut said otherwise. 

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He looked down at the worn, brassy compass in his palm, his mind years away from where he was, unaware that you were standing by the door. You watched his shoulders relax into a defeated sigh, his eyes never leaving her picture. You couldn’t remember when he ever looked at you like that, all the love and longing etched on his face. He brought his other hand up to caress the picture gently, as if he actually imagined she was with him, a small, sad smile forming on his lips. You felt the air knock right out of you while you scrambled out of there feeling as if you’ve intruded on an intimate moment. You couldn’t help the tears falling from your eyes while you convinced yourself it was nothing. He had just lost his best friends, she was a symbol of his past. He just missed that right? 

You paced around the kitchen, your mind running back to the times you’ve caught him staring at Peggy’s picture. All those times you pretended you didn’t notice how frequently he had been doing it these past few years. His voice, an echo in your head, 

“I’m not ready, just give me more time doll, please,” 

Closing your eyes, you buried your face in your hands. Oh, it would be so easy, you thought. All you had to do was get into his mind and see for yourself. One little, fast trip into his thoughts and you’d get your answers. He’d be none the wiser, no one need ever know except you. And your dignity, and your pride and your principles. Ugh.

He trusted you, you promised never to use your powers on him and yet, that was all you could ever think about now. Did he think of her when he thought of the family he wanted? Was it her face he saw, walking down the aisle to him? 

For the first time in your life, you hated your upbringing at the Xavier Institute. You hated the values and principles they instilled in you, the very reason you were adamant not to use your powers on the unwilling and unsuspecting for your own personal gain even though you were going crazy, craving for your own peace of mind. Deep down you knew, promise to Steve or no, you couldn’t go through with it. 

You looked at the clock, thirty minutes to go before his meeting ended. Grabbing your coat from the rack, you impulsively decided to go to him, promising yourself you weren’t going to nag and argue with him but have a normal conversation like you used to. You haven’t had a date in a long while anyway. Maybe a little spark of romance was all you really needed. 

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Your steps echoed on the linoleum floor, walking past the empty hall to follow the directions to the room where the meeting took place. Rubbing your palms together, you spotted the room. The fluorescent lights hanging above casting a lonely pallor to the already gray walls while the rain poured heavily outside. The gloom, an inevitable reminder of what the world has become. It seemed everywhere people went, there was always a reminder of what they’ve lost. Even on an otherwise unblemished sunny day, the vibrancy was not the same, people were scarce and it was quiet. Too quiet. Which was why you were so adamant to continue on living, in order to honor the lives of the people you’ve lost. 

You could hear their faint voices outside the room. Your heart going out to those poor people who still held onto the past while you thanked your lucky stars you still had Steve.You fished for your earphones in your purse trying not to eavesdrop but his clear and deep voice interrupted you. Leaning against the wall opposite the door, you listened, a smile tugging on your lips while he commended the other person. He was always so good with words, always knew the right things to say and that never failed to make you proud. His words of encouragement lifted your spirits, making you stand a little taller, hope blossoming in the pit of your stomach. He talked about moving on, about finding purpose again. 

“I went in the ice in ‘45 right after I met the love of my life,” 

Your whole body went cold, the smile on your lips faltering, your hands suddenly gripping the edge of your blouse while his disheartened voice continued to try to reassure everyone including himself,

“I woke up 70 years later, you gotta move on. You gotta move on,”  

With a hand to your lips, you ran, your rapid, staccato steps filling the hall barely even muffling the sobs you desperately tried to hide. 

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Steve didn’t bother coming home straightaway after the meeting.  He told himself it was because he needed to check up on Nat despite the fact that he could’ve easily just called, despite knowing you were all supposed to meet for dinner in a few days anyway. He took his time getting to the Avengers Compound, embracing the uncharacteristic quietness of the city, giving him the chance to be alone with his thoughts. If he were being honest with himself, he couldn’t shake off the guilt that settled at the pit of his stomach at the thought of Peggy. The love of his life. Apparently, anyway. He had no idea where that came from, never really thought of it until it slipped from his mouth. And did he really feel that way? Was she really the love of his life? 

The thought of you came unbidden from his mind, your warm smile waking him up in the morning, your laughter setting the world to rights whenever he was feeling especially out of place. You’ve been through so much together, what you both had was real and it was beyond anything he could’ve imagined when he woke up from the ice and he knew he should take it a step further. He loves you, he is fully committed to you. There was nothing holding him back and yet… and yet, he still thought of her. He couldn’t help but think that if he had only stayed where he really was supposed to be, Peggy would’ve been the mother to his children, she would’ve been his wife. She would’ve been his life’s true love. But the very thought of that put a sour taste to his mouth, the truth was he could never picture his life without you. As much as he still dreamt of the past, how could it be the same if you weren’t there?

At first he thought falling in love with you was a balm to soothe his lost soul until he eventually realized you had crept up on him slowly but in a span of a heartbeat, wormed your way into his heart so suddenly he couldn’t even pinpoint the exact moment he knew he loved you. It was plain and simple, he knew it as he knew the sun rose in the east, he loved you. It was so unlike the way he fell for Peggy where all it took was one look and he was already drunk in love. 

Was it possible then, to be in love with two women? 

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You were already in bed when Steve got home, feigning tiredness from the day when your heart was really beating rapidly in your chest. How could you face him now knowing you were second best? You could hear him in the bathroom, oblivious to your inner turmoil. When he was done, he gave you a quick kiss goodnight and went to his side of the bed, his back to you. You turned to face the wide expanse of his shoulders and wondered where the hell do you go from here. Would you really be alright living in the shadow of his ex, one of the world’s most accomplished women, so extraordinary that Captain America couldn’t even move on from her? Could you really leave him if it came down to it? 

A tear escaped the corner of your eye and you laid on your back, the darkness of the ceiling reflecting the heaviness in your heart. You must’ve stared at it for hours, wondering just how far away you were from the man right at your side. He was with you physically but his heart? You always knew deep down, it belonged to someone else. If he had a choice to go back, would he leave you? With the way things were going, you knew he would. In an instant. There was always a part of him that he closed off from you and ever since the snap, it only worsened. The fights, the distance, it all made sense now. Heck, even tonight, he didn’t even bother to ask how you were doing and accepted your lame excuse to get to bed early. It was the weekend, you literally had nothing to do the whole day and yet, it never even occurred to him that something could be wrong. For once, you were sorely tempted to use your powers on him. Hearing his even breathing as he slept didn’t make it any easier. It would be over before he knew it, what would be the harm in that? 

As if on cue, he turned and faced you. His long lashes resting peacefully on his cheeks, his lips slightly parted, he looked like a man who didn’t carry the weight of the world on his shoulders. He looked younger, more like your Steve. The Steve you wished would let you in and give you the family you’ve always wanted. 

“Just a quick little trip, no one would ever know. What would be the harm in that?” the little voice in the back of your head taunted.

What would be the harm in that? 

With your resolve weakening, you jumped right into the abyss, entering the mind of the man of your dreams, hoping you were his too. 

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The sun shone brightly through the open window, letting in the warm summer breeze while his favorite vinyl record played in the background. 

Kiss me once, then kiss me twice

Then kiss me once again

It’s been a long long time 

The air was crisp and the smell of pancakes and cinnamon wafted from the doorway of the kitchen into the living room of the small, suburban house. The yellow walls were adorned with children’s drawings with a few marker drawings on the wallpaper here and there. The faint sound of giggling could just be heard from where you stood by the stairs. Your children, you thought to yourself, a smile creeping up your lips. This was it. This was what you’ve been picturing too, what you’ve told him countless times over and over again. He dreamed of it too. You turned your attention to the living room, your heart giving a little leap at the mess. It looked like someone had tried to tidy up but gave up on the last minute, some toys still scattered about. You noticed the pet bed by the couch, and you couldn’t help but be excited and hopeful, it was everything you thought of down to a T. You went towards the paper and crayons on the low table between the couch and the fireplace, inspecting one of the children’s current drawings there. It was of a family, their hands holding each other while they smiled in front of the house, a little dog at their father’s side. At the bottom, a scribbly handwriting of a preschooler wrote; Mom, Sarah, James, Dad and directly below the dog, Sam. You laughed aloud at that, clutching the drawing, hoping you could keep it for yourself and willing it into existence. 

“Come on, dance with me,” 

You heard Steve’s playful voice coming from the kitchen. A woman’s laughter rang out, you could just imagine yourself shaking your head at him in response, but something about the woman’s laugh caught you in your tracks. A little too shrill, a little too melodic. You inched closer to the open door, your heart dropping to your stomach. There they were, the picture perfect couple.  He twirled her around, her red dress hugging her curves so effortlessly, while she drew her head back and laughed. The dimples on her cheeks deepening, her curls staying in place even when Steve maneuvered her around. They looked so beautiful together, his golden locks and smitten smile never once leaving her face, he never looked so happy. 

Not even when he was with you.

That realization hit you like a train. You couldn’t even remember the last time he looked at you the way he looked at Peggy now.  When was the last time you danced? When was the last time you acted silly together? When was the last time you were both happy? That was what hurt the most. You couldn’t even remember. It felt like a weird sort of deja vu except now, it was an actual woman instead of a picture on a compass. You tried to gather your pride and step away but you couldn’t, you were rooted into place, a sadistic part of you welcomed the pain because you should’ve known. 

“I went in the ice in ‘45 right after I met the love of my life,” 

You should’ve known.

 But instead, you choose to play the fool.

There must’ve been a shift in the air that only they understood because Steve gathered her in his arms now, their eyes locking into each other, gentle and longing. 

You'll never know how many dreams

I dreamed about you

Or just how empty they all seemed without you

So kiss me once then kiss me twice

Then kiss me once again

It's been a long, long time

He rocked her back and forth, bringing her hand up to his chest, turning into action what words fail to describe. She closed her eyes and laid her head on his heart, savoring their moment. He leaned his head on hers too, a satisfied smile on both their faces as they continued to sway to the music. You had never felt as small as you did now. You felt like a thief, intruding on their moment, stealing his dream away. And that’s exactly what you were doing. That’s exactly what you are. You felt so dirty, a desperate, pathetic fly on the wall he couldn’t get rid of. And worst of all, you destroyed his trust too.

As if on cue, the colors started to change, the song distorting and shifting and in this moment you knew, you had to leave. 

You have to leave. 

Part Two

[yourmcu]

V-Day

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x reader

Summary:

You’re not like most people who enjoys Valentine’s Day. Can a certain redhead change that?

A/n: just a late valentine related imagine for all of u bc I’m incapable of posting this sort of stuff on the exact day. enjoy! (I’m finally using this iconic gif don’t mind me)

Word count: 1,753

Warnings: fluff

The 14th of February is just another normal day for you. You always find Valentine’s Day cheesy, you don’t see the point of celebrating it. That sort of thing isn’t as important as Christmas or Halloween. Not that you're bitter because you're single, you couldn’t care less about that, it just isn’t the occasion for you.

Tony outdone it this year. The compound looks like it was powdered pink and red overnight from all the decorations when you step out of your room. You almost don’t want to know what the main area looks like. Sam and Wanda are probably getting started on breakfast which would consist of everything shaped like hearts.

Your plan for the day is to stay in your room, only coming out for snack and drink refills, simple as that.

“Hey, Happy Valentine’s...” you pretty much tone out every v-day greeting that came your way, rolling your eyes playfully as you sit down with everyone, greeting them with the usual good morning. You expect the compound to be deserted by midday since surely all of them have plans with their partners for the rest of the day, which is perfect. For you. And for them, of course, yeah.

Sam and Bucky made their way to you. “So, Y/N, how are you?” Sam greets. You already suspect that they were hyping you up for something. “Food good, coffee good... sleep well?”

You turn to them with a smile on your face. “Alright, what do you want?”

“Well,” Bucky lets out a breathy laugh. “Sam here was just helping me-”

“That is not what’s happening. What he wanted to say was,” the birdman cuts him off. “We both wanted to take you out to dinner tonight, we can’t settle on who, so we’re letting you pick.”

You blink. They have to be joking. Do they not notice your routine during this time of the year? After socializing with the team you’d grab a day’s worth of snack, head back to your room, lock the door and lose your mind on video games until the next day.

Unhealthy, but it's for one day.

“Only if you want to,” Bucky adds hastily.

“Come on, this is a chance of a lifetime!” Sam insists, wiggling his eyebrows.

“We’ll go to your favorite restaurant.”

“It’s just a friendly date.”

What you fail to notice was Natasha listening to the events happening. Her foot taps against the floor as she discreetly waits for your response, taking coffee sips and bites of food and looking away whenever she looked like she's eavesdropping. No one else is paying attention, everyone has their own conversations.

Inside, she pleads that you’d turn both of them down, just because she’s planning to ask you out herself. They just beat her to it.

“I appreciate the thought but I’m sorry, I have plans,” you shrug. “Why don’t you take each other out instead? Not literally.” You give them another smile and walk out of the room, coffee in hand. 

Sam and Bucky nods indicating they understood. Sam tells his friend that if he had more appeal you’d agree to the date. But they take you up on your advice, already planning a guy’s night.

Natasha almost cheers when she hears the first part, only to spiral when she hears that someone had already asked you beforehand. You're unavailable. She could ask you out any day, but you deserve something extra special. She sees this day as her only chance to confess her feelings for you.

Her eyes trail you as you walk out, turning to Wanda when you were out of sight. “Do you have any idea who asked Y/N out?”

“I don’t,” Wanda replies, a bit distracted. “They’re lucky, I’ve never seen Y/N show interest in anyone since I met her. Anyway, I have to go, Vision and I have a whole day planned...”

Natasha huffs while people slowly file out of the kitchen. As far as she knows, Tony's with Pepper, of course, Wanda and Vision, Steve is probably going to join Sam and Bucky on their night out, and Clint is back at his farm celebrating with his wife.

And you’re with that person, which most likely someone who isn’t on the team otherwise she’d know. She's left by herself to mope.

-

Few hours have passed, maybe three, it’s lunchtime. As you suspected the compound is empty, so you make your way to the kitchen to make yourself something to eat.

Boxed mac and cheese is the only thing you knew how to make.

“Y/N?”

You almost drop your stirring spoon at the sudden voice. You feel embarrassed about your choice of outfit, you feel and look like a grizzly bear while she looks stunning, even if it’s just plain workout clothes.

“Hey, Nat.”

“I thought you were... out with someone?” Knowing you, she might’ve misunderstood when you said you ‘had plans’. You look so cozy she would love to hug you on the spot if she isn’t so sweaty.

You let out a curious hum, turning off the stove. “I was?” You giggle. “Where’d you hear that?”

“I didn’t, just, I assumed you’d be,” she mutters and finishes her water bottle. 

You're now grabbing a bowl for the mac and cheese you made. “I mean, Sam and Bucky did ask me if I wanted to but... y’know, if I’m being honest they’re not really my type.” You pause to look at her who was staring back. “Have you eaten? This batch I made is enough for three people, I think.”

Natasha nods at your offer. “They did say it was a friendly date.”

You stop scooping the macaroni and perk your head up with a grin. “So you were listening.”

“Not like I had any choice, I was in the same room.” Quick save.

“Mmhm.” 

Then there's  a minute of comfy silence as you clean the area you made the meal on, putting the pot away and stuff.

“Why don’t you have a date today?”

“What?”

“Anyone would kill to go on a date with you, Nat.” Is what you say in your head. But instead you say, “Well, you know, I didn’t expect you be here too.”

Natasha shrugs and before she could answer you add, “No one’s caught the notorious Black Widow’s attention yet?”

She chuckles at your words, looking up at you. “Who did you think I’d go out with?”

“I dunno, Steve-”

“God, no,” she quickly cuts you off and laugh,  you laugh along but at the same time sigh in relief.

“Crap, I just remembered I have a game to finish,” you hold the bowl of cheese and macaroni and stick two spoons on the side. “I’m cordially inviting you to my room, you are very much welcome, after you change.”

Natasha tells you she’ll see you there in a bit.

-

“Huh. I just noticed you do this every Valentine’s Day,” Natasha notes as she takes everything in. Your PlayStation's on, your trash bin is almost full of snack wrappings, couple of beers tucked at the side of your bed. “Cozy.”

“Why, thank you,” you say sarcastically, picking up a controller and waving a vacant one at her. “Feel free. Or you can just watch me fail at this game.”

Natasha decides to join the game a little later, now she's lost in thought on how someone like you spends such a day like this, or how beautiful you looked as your eyes dart at every direction of the screen and how you sometimes bite your lip when you're that focused in the game.

It's always the little things she likes about you.

Glancing at you one more time before eating a spoonful of mac, she turns back to the TV to watch how you're doing.

But you're witty, kind and easy to get along with, why wouldn’t you have a date - or why wouldn’t you want a date on Valentine’s Day?

If only you knew how she feels, she’d make sure to treat you well. Like you deserve. She’d take you on dates you’d enjoy every time the 14th rolls by. If you don’t like the holiday for some reason she’d find a way-

“NO WAY,” you cover your mouth and bump your head to Natasha’s shoulder in defeat, making her come back from her trance to look at the big red words on the screen, indicating you lost. “I almost had it!”

Natasha leans into your touch and pats your back. “You can try again.”

You groan. “I definitely will but for now, I’m gonna take a break.”

“Great,” she shifts a bit to get comfy, switching to Netflix and choosing whatever’s trending right now. “I’m just curious but, do you like someone?”

You hum in response, sipping on a beer, not completely processing what she said. “I - yeah. I guess so,” you tug the blanket closer and pout at the movie that’s on. You don’t like romance movies. You always prefer an action or a mystery one any day. “Do you?”

Natasha feels her heart ache for a moment. “Yeah. She’s kind and sweet, goofy but can still seriously kick your ass type.” Your eyes land to her hands. You knew fully well Natasha isn’t straight, she admitted and definitely doesn’t act like it. “There’s just something about her that makes me... love her.”

“She sounds great,” you mumble, starting to get lost in your own thoughts. “I guess I just-” you hesitate, just because the woman you're about to describe is the same one sitting next to you. “I feel bad for her that someone like me likes her.”

“Why would you think that?” Natasha chuckles, shaking her head.

You shrug. “She’s amazing. So out of my league, I’d say she’s so close but so far away but that would be really cheesy and ugly,” you laugh. “I don’t know, she deserves way better.”

Natasha hums. “Sometimes I think she needs to her worth, because what she doesn’t know is, she’s very much amazing in her own way.”

Looking up at her from her shoulder, your eyes light up and you don’t know when it happened, but you just found her lips pressed against yours softly.

Even if it was just a short kiss you feel breathless when she pulls away to look at you again.

“Just so we’re clear, we’re just describing each other like idiots right?”

“Yeah.”

Natasha leans in to kiss you again.

---

oh my god I want a hug

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The Promised Neverland singing contest

Gotta admit I took inspiration from this video, but like... with The Promised Neverland

In a "no-tragedy universe", all the characters from TPN are hosting a friendly singing-competition

The winner won't win anything special besides, well... being the announced winner

Isabella is hosting the competition and our favorite trio will be the judges (all of them will participates in this, but they won't be classified for obvious reasons)

...

Everyone is waiting outside the building where the competion is hosted.

Suddenly Isabella comes out and announce "Everybody, come in! The competition is about to start! And don't argue. It won't be over until every person who wants participating is over"

...

Gilda, at first a bit shy but then she relaxes: "Got me looking so crazy right now! Your love's got me looking so crazy right now!"

The trio: *smiles at her*

...

Queen levagralima, chaotically dancing throught the rhytm: "Rah Rah ah ah aaaah! Roma Romamaaaa! Gaga, oh lallaaaa! WANT YOUR BAD ROMANCE!"

Everyone: *feeling a little incomfortable and imbarassed at the scenes for some reason*

...

Leuvis, Isabella and Grandma: "JUMP! Jump, jump! You might as well juuump!"

The trio: " : / ... <:D "

...

Nat: *Moment of panic*

Everyone: *feels sorry for him and confused at the same time*

Emma: *gesturing to encourage him*

Nat: "... ... ... BABY! I compare your kiss from a rose on the grave..."

...

Gillian, while dancing: N.U.CK!! N.U.C.K!!

The trio: *clapping at her*

...

James Ratri/Minerva: "I love my shoes!..."

Peter Ratri, that looks annoyed and bored, since his brother basically forced him to partecipate in this duet: "... I love my shoes..."

The trio: *trying to not laught at Peter's reaction"

...

Sandy: Come my lady, come come my lady! You're my butterfly, sugar! Baby! Come my lady! Your're my pretty baby..."

Everyone: *excited*

The trio: *happy of Sandy's performance but a bit confused for the lyric's choice*

...

Don: *sings incomprehesible words, partially covered by the stoned notes from the key that he's hitting with all his strenght*

Everyone: *embarassed and cringed*

Nat, covering his ears: *whisper* "please, for the love of god! Someone stops him!"

...

Krone, while dancing messily at the song's rhytm: "Oh my gosh! Look at her butt! Oh my gosh! Look at her butt! ..."

Ray: *facepalming, annoyed and embarassed*

Norman: *astonished and embarassed*

Emma: *trying to not laught out loud and embarassed too*

....

Cislo: "I LIVE MY LIFE BY MYSELF!"

Barbara: "YEAH YEAH!

Cislo: "I CAN'T STAND A THING THAT YOU SAY!"

Barbara: "YEAH YEAH"

Cislo: "I'M NOT LISTENING..

Barbara: ...ANYWAAAAAAY! YEEEAHYEAAHYEAHHHHH"

Emma: *Impressed and excited for their performance*

Norman: *More than happy, but holding his chest for the vibrations incoming*

Ray: :O

...

Paula: *tries to play guitar but fails*

Always Paula: *leaves the stages laughing at themselves for the embarassment*

...

Chris, Jemima and Dominic together: "Lollipop Lollipop Oh, Lolli Lolli Lolli! Lollipop Lollipop Oh, Lolli Lolli Lolli..."

Dominic, suddenly: *POP* and then *embarassed*

Chris: "... ! ... Babombonbom ..."

The trio: *in AWW*

...

Pepe: "They said 'Yo Humpty! You're pretty funny looking' That's alright 'cus I get things cooking" *takes a pan out of nowhere*

Goldypond gang: *rooting for him and laughing at his joke"

...

Ray: "Working 9 to 5! *almost to himself* what a way to make a living...*

Emma and Norman: *both happy fro his performance but trying to not laught due the lyric choice"

...

Phil: *Can't reach the microphone*

Always Phil: *discouraged*

Emma: *comes and lifts him up*

Phil: :D "We can dance if you want to...!"

Everyone: "awwwwwww!"

...

Both Anna and Sonia: "aserejè, ja deje dejebe, tudejebe de...!"

Emma and Norman: *clapping*

Ray: " ... the hell this chorus mean??"

...

Sonjiu: *Screams in lirical*

The trio: *impressed*

Mujica: *rooting for him*

...

Violett: "So I riiide.. like the wiiind! Ride like the wind!"

The trio: " :D "

...

Lucas: "Ben, the two of us need look no more...!"

Goldypond gang: *crying and rooting for him*

...

Everyone: *touched for some reason*

Norman: This ain't loving, it's cleeaar to see! But darling... staaaay with meeeeeee...!"

...

While the trio is taking a closer look at all the participants' point, suddenly someone takes the stage

Ray: "!... Impossible!"

Norman: "He said he would have never participated!"

Emma: "Yeah! I knew it!"

*The music starts*

Yuugo: "Everytime it rains, it rains! ... Pennies from heaven... Don't you know, each cloud contaiiiin..."

...

Isabella: "And now... the last participant...!"

*The music starts*

Emma, happy to be there just for the sake of singing: "'Cus baby, you're a firework! Come on! Let your colors buuurn!!..."

Everyone: *clapping loudly and excited*

...

And now the winners!

In your opinion who should win?

Write it in the comments! Or reblog

[puff-poff]

[kicks door] DID U SAY TPN HEADCANONS i'm so sorry if this gets long

- Gillian gets so dramatic about romance like she will freak out over kiss scenes in fairy tale books and cover them up and like pass out if Yugo and Lucas get cheesy

- Pepe and Ray cooking solidarity ig that's kinda canon but like imagine them just vibing in the kitchen while they wait for everyone to wake up for breakfast

- And Nat teaching Yvette how to play the piano??? Kinda random but I think about that a lot. Like it probably gets very chaotic and I'm here for it

- Don and Nigel doing the laundry also v random but lives in my head rent free. And Lucas ironing also seems to fit for some reason.

Imma stop right there lol hope u had a good dayy

HI THESE ARE ALL SO AMAZING

that Gillian headcanon is so adorable adkslfkdk. like imagine Yugo and Lucas just...hold hands and she flips out

and yes!!!! team chef solidarity!!!! I imagine that they both wake up really early to make breakfast for everyone but neither of them are super talkative so they just kinda silently enjoy each other's company and the few hours of silence before everyone wakes up

please......Nat and Yvette's relationship has so much potential. they're both art kids but in completely different ways and it's just so neat. also Nat is squeamish but Yvette is the kind of kid who loves spiders and probably has a pet snake or something and that kind of sibling dynamic is so chaotic and good. also I love the idea of Nat teaching Yvette piano in the bunker and Yvette keeps like...accidentally opening up the armory

you've discovered my weakness of domestic family headcanons. Don and Nigel doing laundry is just....so good. I like to think that Don has always done the laundry but Nigel only started doing it after he was forced to wash his hat, then he ended up enjoying it and decided to help out Don. also!!!!! Lucas ironing fits him so well. like he'd just vibe and iron all the kid's shirts while listening to the distant sound of everyone chatting and having fun.....and then Yugo comes up behind him and they have that proud parent moment.....good shit..... also I don't think Lucas would trust most of the kids with an iron that sounds like a recipe for disaster

Tutu you have blessed me this day these are all so perfect and they make me <3 <3 hope you have a great day and thank you for the amazing content

[justreadingfics]

It’s a Deal (Chapter 1)

Chapter Summary: The first encounter.  

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 5.2k

Warnings:+18 only, smut, one night stand for now, fingering, oral sex (female receiving) sex deprived reader, multiple orgasms, boytoy!Bucky.

A/N: I can’t express how much I appreciate the awesome feedback the prologue received. I wasn’t able to reblog all the comments, but I do read them all and I can’t believe how kind you all are. I really hope I can keep up with your expectations. The link to my masterlist is on my description. Feedback is highly appreciated. @lesqui​ I love you.

Prologue Here. 

 “Bucky Barnes?” you squeal after the air got caught in your throat, “You mean The Bucky Barnes?” Leaning forward and lowering your voice, you check if you’ve heard correctly, “Are you out of your freaking mind?”

“You’ve talked to him before, right?” Natasha frowns as if she’s trying to collect the information from her memory.

“Yeah, I mean, I usually see him at the Tower when I go see you and in almost all of Tony’s parties and all. He talked with Eddie and I once, he seemed pretty interested in our work with technology,” you say, remembering the occasion and all the enthusiastic questions he had made, right before disappearing from the party with a beautiful brunette on his arm. It had caught your attention how the super soldier seemed such a tech geek, but that’s the closest interaction you had with him.  

“I don’t think your extensive knowledge was his only interest, though.” The smile twisting Nat’s lips can only be described as cheeky.

You side eye her, identifying her suggestions but not quite buying it. She must be going bananas to suggest Bucky Barnes could be the guy to help you with your… situation. You barely know the guy outside sharing the same space a few occasions and what you’ve heard of his public figure. Not to mention that, the times you’d seen him on social events he always had a couple of women on his neck.  

“He’s an attractive man, you can’t deny that.” Natasha declares , rolling some pasta on her fork.

“Are you kidding me?” you scoff, “He’s hot as fuck, you can hear the sound of pants dropping when he passes by our department, he just loses to Thor- you should see what happens there when people just hear he’s around.” Your eyes go bigger for a second, making Nat chuckle, “Yeah, Bucky Barnes is  fucking hot and that’s why he’s way out of my league.”

“Hmm,” Nat tightens her lips and grabs her glass of water as she leans back on her seat, “That’s not what I heard in his voice when he asked about you this morning.” She peeks at you from under her eyelashes as she drinks from her water.

“What?”

“Well.” She grabs the knapping to pat it over her lips, “I said I was having lunch with you and he asked if you were still dating Eddie… in a very not he’s out of your league way.” She mockingly mimics your voice before smirking at you. 

You can feel the rush of heat creeping up from your chest to your neck, but you shake your hand, dismissing the suggestion on her comment, “I’m sure that means nothing and besides, no matter how horny I am, I’m not ready to get romantically involved with anyone else right now, that’s not I want.”

A loud and nearly hysterical laugh bursts out of Natasha’s lips. Placing both her hands on her belly her head falls back. Not finding what you could have said that was so funny you just lift a brown, staring at her.

“Honey,” she says when she finally stops laughing, keeping a huge smile on her lips, “You’re safe with him, I swear.” She raises a hand in a promising gesture, “Romancing you is the last thing on his mind. And if it’s not what you want either, if you’re looking for a no strings attached thing, Bucky will be more than happy to be your boytoy.”

The heat which started on your chest rushes to your cheeks when you let out an embarrassed giggle at her word choice, “Jesus, Nat…”

“That’s the truth,” she assures, “Let me put it this way,” Nat adds, leaning closer and gesturing for you to do the same, “If it’s a good fuck you’re in need of, he’s quite… let’s say…” she purses her lips , searching for the word, “Suitable… for the mission.” She bites her lower lip and winks. “I can guarantee you that.”

Your jaw drops at the confession, “Shut up.” A guttural tone comes out in your voice.  

There’s nothing but smugness on her demeanor as she leans back, “A few months ago, he and I needed a distraction after a mission…” She shrugs, “Listen, don’t ever tell him I said that but the guy knows what he’s doing. That sinful tongue of his? Ugh, should be illegal…the best goddamn orgasm I’ve ever had in my life. And he was never weird or anything about it later, I gotta give him that.”

You can’t believe you don’t see a single trace of pink on Nat’s face as she tells you all of that…and you? You have no dignity. No self-control, anymore. You sure hope Nat doesn’t notice as you can’t help but brushing your thighs together. You were a lost cause when she mentioned the illegality of his tongue. That was a particularly  hard no of Eddie and so help you God if you’re not turned on as hell right now by just thinking of the possibilities. You’re not blind or stupid. Bucky Barnes would be a dream guy to have in your bed, and if Nat says he might be interested and is on the same page as you are... 

“How could we arrange that?” Your voice comes out a little too breathless.

Nat lets out a knowing chuckle, “Leave it to me.”

~~~

When Natasha asked where you wanted to first meet him you mentioned one of your favorite restaurants. You figured a public and neutral place would be fitting in case you decided to flee out of the situation for any given reason. After all, it would be your first encounter with another man other than Eddie after ten years and you thought going slow and gentle with yourself would be the right move.

That’s what you thought…

Now, having the guy in front of you across the table, his attention apparently focused on the menu on his hands looking like a goddamn God of sex… a public place is the last place you wanted to be.

You’re not sure if he notices you staring from above your menu as his eyes casually roam through his, but you don’t even care. You had seen him up close before and you always knew how hot he was, but now…  with the prospect of what may happen tonight, it seems like all your senses are enhanced when it comes to him.  

He had arrived a bit later than the scheduled time but you let that one go once you got glimpses of a disconcerting wide smile adorned by the five o’clock shadow on his face, which seemed especially designed to make women – and men- swoon. He’s wearing dark jeans and a blue t-shirt and you wonder how he can make the simple outfit so damn sexy. His fairly long hair is tied back in a low bun and you had to hold back the impulse to pull it back and grab a handful of his locks.

When he shook your hand you swallowed back a whine at the feel of his strength, wondering how it would be the feeling of his broad arms around you… by the tiniest of smirks on his lips maybe you’re not sure whether you succeeded in disguising  that one.

He’s been a gentleman so far. Making conversation – with the sexiest voice you’ve ever heard- in such a natural and spontaneous way. You’re not sure what Natasha had told him beforehand exactly, but not for a minute he’s made you feel embarrassed by any chance and the scratch inside you only grew… desperate for his touch.  

“Hmmm,” The sound coming out of his lips purrs into your ears and it hits straight to your core as he keeps his eyes on the menu. You sulk in a breath, “So many delicious treats…Can’t figure out what I want…” He slowly lifts his gaze to meet yours and you don’t know if it’s your horniness speaking but all you see there is a mischievous dark shade, “What do you want?” He darts his tongue out to wet his lips and that’s it.

“I want to get the hell out of here.” The honest answer comes out without giving you the chance to even think about it.

His eyes grow even darker and he immediately shuts the menu, dropping it on the table, “Your place or mine?”

~~~

The very moment you step into your living room, the boldness which had started to mold your attitude seems to lessen. You’re still horny as ever and still wish nothing but to be completely ruined by him, but the fact that you just brought him to the condo you bought with Eddie – the place where you had planned to live the rest of your life with him -  starts to weigh on your shoulders. Besides you’ve never been intimate with anyone else, you don’t even know where to start, what to do or say.

Gulping down the anxiety, you hold the door opened for him and he walks inside. The uber ride to your place had been just like the little time you spent together at the restaurant. Small talk, him being respectful and nice and that’s it. He still feels like a complete stranger to you, which he really is, and you’re not sure how to feel about it yet.

“Uh, do you want something to drink?” you ask passing by him towards the center table to drop your purse, trying not to show your nervousness into your voice, “A glass of wine, maybe?”

Your breath hitches as the heat of his body hovers your back, “Is that what you really want now?” His warm breath tickles your ear and goosebumps rush over your skin.  

“Ahm, D-did Natasha tell you about-” The rest of what you were about to say is swallowed by a sigh when you register the touch of his both hands on your hips. A light and simple touch and you can feel yourself already turning into jelly.

“She told me the situation, yeah.” Like he’s testing the waters, he circles his flesh arm around you, pulling you closer to his broad chest when you offer no resistance, “I wouldn’t be here otherwise.” Nuzzling into the crook of your neck he breathes in your scent.

Your head falls backwards into him and your legs shake. You’re incredibly turned on right now, just by the touch and proximity of him, you’re absolutely sure you won’t survive the night.  

“Are you nervous?” he asks gently.

“A-A bit yeah.” Your breathing accelerates as his lips graze upon your pulsing point and his hand plays with the fabric of your loose skirt right over your lower belly.  

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No,” you answer a little too quickly and a little too loudly, “No…” you repeat yourself, making sure to sound a bit more confident as you place a hand over his and drag it down to the end of your skirt above your thigh. “I don’t want you to stop, Bucky,” you whisper, as you slide his hand under the fabric, bunching it on your way while you guide him to where you’re aching for whatever this night will bring.

Accepting your lead and your assurance, he hooks his hand under the lace of your underwear, coaxing out a gasp out of you as his touch eases between your folds, “Goddammit,” he breathes, softly moving his finger back and forth, “You’re wet already, beautiful. Is it all for me? Damn,” he curses under his breath, “You’re turning me fucking on.”

You answer him with a wanton moan as your eyes flutter shut, letting yourself drown in the expert movements between your legs.

“Try to not overthink anything… I know what you want…” As his finger teases over your clit, he whispers in your ear, “I want it, too.” When he kisses your neck down to your shoulder, you’re thankful for the metal grip on your waist or else you’ll be putty on the floor.

“Shit…” You bite your lip and while one of your hands reach behind to the nape of his neck, the other grabs the pulse of his hand which is leisurely playing with your pussy. Not to stop him, but to find some extra support to keep yourself up.

His chuckle reverberates through the skin of your neck, “Right now here’s what we’re going to do.” He drags his lips to your ear again, “I’m gonna make you cum, sweetheart.” Bucky shows his intention by sliding a finger inside you, holding you tightly when your knees buckle, “I’m gonna take the edge off and make you come on my fingers and then we see what comes next for us tonight.” He pulls you to him, pressing your ass to his hardness, “We don’t need to worry or plan anything… we’ll just let it happen, ok? Can you feel how much I want you tonight, sweetheart? Do you want me, too? Do you want me to make you come?” He punctuates every line by dragging his lips over your skin.

His words make you dizzy with a powerful and overwhelming desire burning you up from inside out… you let yourself sink into the pleasure building up inside your body and your answer is to circle your hips against him, in pace with the move of his finger inside you while his thumb plays with your clit.

“Hmm, that’s right… say it, sweetie, I wanna hear you…” He presses his thumb a little harder against your clit.

“Yes, fuck yes.” you cry, between hard breaths, “I want you to make me come… I want it so bad, please...”

He responds to your plea by quickening his strokes. The disappointment when he removes his middle finger from inside quickly vanishes when he focuses on your clit, working on the sensitive nub with the sole mission to make you come. Your core tightens and tightens and you’re a moaning mess in his hold, his hot breath on your neck making you lightheaded. You’re not gonna last long, and you’re torn between the desperate need to come and trying to focus and hold yourself back because it feels so goddamn good you don’t want it to end just yet. The heat of his body crowds you, making the whole world spin around you. As you moan and breathe out your pleasure, his hold and touch ruling your mind and body, the squelching sounds coming from the move of his fingers on your impossibly wet pussy invades your senses. 

“Fuck…listen to you, you’re so damn sexy.” He sucks on your pulsing point before brushing his soft tongue over the tender spot, “Come, sweetie, let go… I wanna feel you soaking my fingers even more.”

It all becomes delightfully too much, and a few more expert circles on your clit joined to the sensation of his teeth grasping your earlobe drive you to the edge. Like a puppet on his strings, you come. You’re not quiet when it happens and your whole body shakes with the shocks of pleasure, your thighs shutting on their own will around his hand. Once again he catches you when your body goes limp against his, whispering praising words to your ear. It’s a head to toe orgasm and it’s heaven inside your body. You realize you needed this even more than you knew…

But you need more and you want much more.

As soon as you feel the strength coming back to your legs, you tap his hand off of your underwear and turn around capturing his mouth in a searing kiss. You’ve been thinking about kissing those beautiful lips ever since you first laid your eyes on him that night and he doesn’t disappoint by kissing you back right away just as fiercely, while his hands roam through your body and his tongue seeks yours.

He starts walking you backwards and you take a hand off his neck to point the direction to your bedroom, to where he follows. He groans when you capture his lower lips between your teeth and grabs a handful of your ass. Dying to wrap your legs around him, you jump and he promptly catches you from under your thighs. It’s hard to think about parting your lips from his alluring ones and you don’t stop kissing him until you’re inside your bedroom and he parts from you, throwing you on your bed.

You yelp at the leap, which is far from delicate, and prop yourself on your elbows, watching as he takes off his shirt and tosses it to the side. It’s already a struggle to breathe but your situation worsens when you see his exposed abs and shoulders and arms and fucking muscular chest… You silently thank the heavens for your friendship with Natasha Romanoff. You can’t help but notice the scars by the metal arm, but he doesn’t seem worry in the slightest by having them exposed and fuck you if the attitude doesn’t turn you on even more.

He doesn’t wait long before jumping back on you. Having your skirt bunched up your hips you gladly welcome him between your legs kissing him with the same force from before and wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders. He groans when his tongue brushes against yours and you sigh through his lips as he starts rocking his hips against yours. Even through the fabric of his jeans and the lace of your underwear the touch brings sparks to your core as you feel the evident bulge grinding against you.

The cold of his metal hand hikes under the hem of your top, making the little hairs in your body rise on his way. You part from his lips just to pull up your top and throw it aside. You’re not sure how it happens but in a bat of an eye he reaches behind you and with an expert pull, he unfastens your bra. The piece of underwear is all of a sudden out of you, baring your chest for him.

You gasp in awe for his skills and he smirks, “I really needed to see those titties,” he smiles. When his eyes drop to your chest, he inhales sharply, “Fucking gorgeous.”

You’re sure you had something to say back to him, but the room soon fills up only with sounds of your hard breathing as he wraps his warm mouth around a breast sucking on it harshly. While his tongue curls around your nipple his metal hand gives your other breast some attention, massaging it with the perfect amount of roughness.

Your hips buck into his hips, seeking more friction, to release you from the coiling ache in your core. You do what you’ve been wanting to do all night, pulling the tie from his hair and grabbing a handful of his locks as he ravishes your chest.

After taking his time on your breasts, having his fill of sucking, nibbling and grabbing them, he drags his lips up your neck till it stops on your ear, “What do you want? I’ll do whatever you want...” He offers.  

You’re still quite a bit distracted by the rock of his hips against yours to fully register what he’s so sultry whispering in your ear, grazing your hands down the burly muscles on his back. He feels so big, so strong in your arms…

“Tell me, sweetheart, tell me what you want.” he purrs into your ear.

When he offers again, his sinful tongue doing wonders on your neck, a thought sweeps into your mind… By experience, you know men don’t enjoy that very much, but Bucky seems willing to please and odds are you won’t see him again after tonight… Yeah, why the hell not… “I-I want you to-to eat me out.” It blurts out of your lips before any kind of self-consciousness strikes your resolve.

The grinding of his hips halts and you’re already bracing yourself to see his disgusted expression when he moves his lips away from your jaw and leans back to stare down at you. But what you see instead makes your stomach flip in the most delicious way. His blue eyes are impossibly dark and his tongue darts out to lick his lips, like he’s about to eat a delicious treat.

After placing his lips on yours briefly, he makes his descent, showering your chest and stomach with warm and wet opened mouth kisses. Your heart beats fast when an up till now unknown sensation invades your chest, making it tingle with excitement and anticipation. He brushes his nose over the lace of the underwear you’ve specially bought for the occasion, right above your mound. Your breath catches in your throat when he places a long and chaste kiss upon it.

He didn’t really seem to care about your brand new underwear as he’s quick to drag it down. You raise your legs to help him out before he tosses it aside, keeping his eyes on your exposed pussy as he gets down from the bed. You gasp when he pulls your legs bringing you close to edge of the mattress as he sinks on his knees on the floor, hooded eyes on your spread pussy right before his face. This is definitely the most exposed you’ve ever been to a man – your boyfriend of ten years included- and it turns you on even more than it should.   

You’re aware of how wet you are, and the smell of your arousal is strong enough to fill your own nostrils... You should be embarrassed, you know you should and definitely thought you would be, to be in a situation like that with a man you barely know, but that’s definitely not the case as enticing, aching sparks twirl inside you.

As you fist the sheets on each side of you, the time seems to freeze as you long for what’s to come. He, on the other hand, doesn’t seem worried about time, as he ghosts his fingers on both your inner thighs. The light touches- one cold the other warm- makes you shudder and… ticklish. You bite back a laugh but it doesn’t slip from his attention.

“Tickles, sweetheart?” He chuckles against the soft skin of our inner thigh, causing his voice to reverberate through your skin, not to mention the light scratch of his stubble and you just can’t hold back anymore.

You cover your mouth with both hands as the giggles slip out unbidden. It seems to amuse him while he keeps sliding his fingers and his lips over the little spots, a sweet torment that makes you laugh harder and squirm your legs. 

“Plea- Oh, fuck.” Your voice – and the giggles- die in a gasp and your back arches as he engulfs your whole pussy with his mouth with no warning.

The warm sensation is new and overwhelming and your first reflex is to try and pull away from it but he’s faster, wrapping his arms around your thighs, holding you still to his face. He delves his tongue in caressing your most sensitive parts and it feels soft and wet and silky. It tingles and you struggle to breathe as he meticulously swirls his tongue all over your pussy, spreading your juices around you and himself.

“Holy motherfucker,” you cry out and your eyes flutter shut and you once again arch your body because an intense and new pleasure covers every fiber of your pussy and rushes up your spine. Your fists twist the sheets harder as he swiftly laps at you.

“Hummm,” the vibration makes your whole body tremble before Bucky tilts his head to nibble softly at your inner tigh, “You taste fucking amazing,” he adds, placing your legs over his shoulders.

The praise alone is enough to make you clench around nothing and if you thought it was good so far, after he dives in again it’s with a renewed hunger. He sucks and nibbles and properly fucks you with his tongue and lips, keeping you securely attached to his hold. You’re a mess. Your whole body reacts to the sensations, and you’re loud as you moan and gasp and he keeps your hips steady to his hold.

He swirls his tongue around your clit and you’re there. You’re almost there… your head sinks into the mattress and you dig your fingers into your hair, your ribs moving fast unashamedly grinding on his face at the rhythm of your breathing and you’re fucking there-

“What the-?” you groan, propping yourself on your elbows to look down. You see Bucky staring up at you, your arousal glistening on his jaw as he puts on a malicious smirk.

You’re about to protest about the lack of action but your mouth shuts when he sucks his fingers and brings them to tease your entrance before inserting them at once. The sudden intrusion makes your head fall back as you shout out a moan.  You prop your feet – or rather your heels which you still have on- on the mattress, letting your knees up as he curls his fingers inside, as if looking for something.

“Oh, shit,” you curse between harsh breaths when he finds the spot he’s been looking for. The sheet bunches in your fists and your head snaps up at him.

He keeps lustful blue eyes on you as he fucks you harshly and fast with his hand, making sure to brush his fingers right on the spot that makes you scream. Your moans fill up the room, mixing up with the squelching sounds of his hand in your pussy. Your eyes shut when it’s there again, that tight knot twisting your insides, the desperate need of release, to soak his hand once again.

“Oh, shit, I’m gonna cum- No!” you shout when he pulls back his hand. You shoot a look that you’re sure is nothing but pitiful at him, but he doesn’t deprive you for long as his lips are on your pussy again, humming at your taste once more.

His skilled tongue goes back on doing wonders coaxing shocks of pleasure in your core, his face deep into your pussy moving up and down, side to side. You can’t take your eyes off of him as he grabs one of your thighs with his metal hand and you grind your hips against his face, trying so desperately to hush your release.

But he’s in the mood to torture you. A sweet and maddening torment as he brings you to the edge and stops, alternating from fucking you with his fingers and then his tongue. At some point, when you’re already surrendered to his power, with his tongue flickering over your throbbing clit, he brings his flesh hand down his body. Since he’s kneeling by the edge of the bed, you have no vision of it, but you listen to the sound of him unbuckling his belt. His tongue doesn’t stop as he brings his finger to your cunt, coating it in your juices before bringing his hand down again.  

Your skin burns and all the air isn’t enough to fill up your lungs as you realize by the movements of his arm that he’s touching himself. He’s getting himself off while eating your pussy and you’re sure you’ve never seen or felt anything so hot in your whole life. You just wish you could get a glimpse of his cock.

With everything he’s doing to you and the fact you’ve been on the edge for a while, the addition of the thought of his cock in his hand is more than you can take and this time it comes unannounced. Incoherent sounds you never knew you were able to produce slip out of you as strong spirals of pleasure burst from your pussy, rushing up your spine and down your legs, curling your toes and turning you into a trembling loud mess, completely at mercy of the buzzing ecstasy invading all of your senses.  

“Holy fuck!” Your body jerks up with aftershocks of your climax but he’s not having it and keeps you steady to his hold, licking up your sensitive pussy and rushing up his hand on him, “Oh, shit, oh fuck, shit, shit, shit.” Your mind blacks out and you scream unashamedly and your body collapses to the mattress as he drives you to yet another powerful orgasm with his tongue.

From your blurry vision, you spot his arm jerking even faster and he rests his head on your thigh. With eyes closed and biting his sinful lips- coated in your pleasure- he grunts his own release.

You both stay like that for awhile. You sprawled on your bed relishing in your own little paradise while he rests against your thigh, both trying to calm down your breathing. You’re completely spent, the pant up energy in you being drained by the three outstanding orgasms he had given you that night.

You feel your eyes fluttering, fighting against sleep, and in a blur, you see Bucky getting up and moving around, you don’t fully register what he’s doing but you know he gets in and out of the bathroom a few times, seems to clean the floor with toilet paper and fumbles with his clothes. You roll your numb and contented body to the side, seeking a comfort position to enjoy the full state of bliss you’re in.

“Are you alright?” He gets closer to you, bending over the side of your bed he reaches to cup your cheek and hands you a glass of water. You hadn’t even seen when he went to the kitchen. “Did you have fun?”

A lazy but fulfilled smile spreads in your face as you incline yourself just enough to drink from the water, gulping it down to the last drop, “Oh, yeah…I’m fabulous.” Your heavy eyes drop to his jeans to see it fully clothed and his jeans zipped up. You realize you’re incredibly satisfied and didn’t even get to see his cock or actually do anything per se, “Ahm, do you want to-”

“Shhh, don’t worry...I had an amazing time, tonight,” His voice is gentle and soft, grinning back at you. 

To be honest, you’re kinda relieved by his answer. You’re so damn relaxed right now you’re not sure you would have the energy to do anything else, no matter how enticing the thought sounds. 

“Do you need anything else?” he asks, taking the empty glass from your hand. 

You shake your head, still smiling at him. 

“Alright, sweetheart...I’m gonna go then. You rest now and whenever you need me, will you call me?”

“Fuck yeah.” You breathe out, collapsing on the bed again, trying to keep your eyes opened.

He chuckles at your quick answer, “It’s a deal?” He leans over your earlobe and bites softly on it, making you shrug and let out a small giggle.

“It’s a deal.” you murmur back, nodding slowly before dozing off with the lazy smile still on your face. 

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