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imtryingbuck · 3 months ago

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader. past Bucky x fem!Reader x Steve Rogers

Summary: Steve’s in a relationship with reader and Bucky and goes back to Peggy when he comes back he regrets it

Word count: 1,963

Warnings: angst. stupid Steve. pregnancy. fluff. swearing.

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Walking into the wooden area that Bruce had the portal set up for Steve to take back the stones, hand in hand with both Bucky and Steve you noticed the brunette giving glances to the blonde to your left, when you gave him a questioning look he just smiled. A smile that looked forced and didn’t reach his eyes.

You should have realised something was wrong when Bucky whispered in your ear to go and talk to Sam whilst he spoke to Steve, you should have noticed the hushed argument between your two boyfriends but you were distracted by Bruce’s explanation of the portal and Sam’s million questions.

You should have realised something was wrong when Steve kissed you deeply or when Bucky only gave him a quick kiss before stepping back to be behind you instead.

Or that his last words before he disappeared back into the past was ‘I love you’ to you and your other boyfriend.

“Bruce where is he?” You asked nervously as he hadn’t returned.

“I-I‘m not sure”

Looking at Bucky who refused to look at you, finding the twig he was kicking lightly with his foot more interesting. “Buck? Bucky where is he?”

“I-Y/n/n-“

“Bucky”

At Sam’s voice you both turned to face where your closest friend was looking, on a stone bench sat an old man that was most definitely not there to begin with. Sam slowly walked over to the man leaving his friends behind.

“He’s gone back…back to Peggy”

“N-no-no he wouldn’t! James…he-he wouldn’t do that!”

“Baby he’s already done it, I’m so sorry” he hates the way your eyes filled with tears and the way you clutched at your chest.

“B-but why? Did I do something wrong? Was I not good enough for him? It’s my fault Buck, it’s my fault he went back to her and left you”

“God no baby! Baby he didn’t leave because of you I promise you that, I-I don’t know why he left us but we’re not alone we still have each other, right?”

“W-what? You still want to be with me now that St-he’s left”

“Of course I do, I love you just as much as I love him”

“I love you Bucky”

Though you meant every possible meaning of those words you couldn’t help but feel partially to blame for Steve abandoning the brunette in front of you, the same one he fought so hard to save, protect and defended. Steve cried in your arms when he confessed he had feelings not only for you but his longest friend, he was so confused and ashamed, not of his sexuality but at the fact that he was in love with two people at the same time. When you whispered to him that you had fallen for both super soldiers he blushed and gave you the most shyest smile you had ever seen. And unknown to the pair of you, the other missing piece of your hearts was standing outside of Steve’s office. Bucky’s heart soared when he heard his two loves saying that they loved him back.

It took a few weeks after the confessions before you three started dating, none of your friends-family was bothered as long as you were all happy.

And yes even though Steve hadn’t left Bucky behind in a world where he was still learning how to operate in on his own because he had you and of course Sam but it still upset you, he left the pair of you for some woman who he kissed once, some woman who had moved on with her life - marriage and all, the same woman who had a niece that he kissed a few times. It made no sense to you.

“Baby…Y/n-“

“I need to talk to him, I need to understand why he left us for a woman who told him to move on and be happy, she told him that Buck! I was right there when she said it!”

“I know doll but-shit”

You were already out of his grasp and was walking over to Sam and the old version of your former boyfriend, your feet faltering when you saw Steve handing the shield over to Sam. Shaking your head you stood next to Sam, eyes slanting as you got a proper look at Steve.

“Y/n/n-“

“Are you happy?”

“What?”

“Did she make you happy? Did you have a great life? Did you even think about me and Bucky?”

“Of course I thought about you and Buck, doll you both mean the world to me”

“Did she make you happy?” You repeated the same question.

“Yes” he answered hesitantly with his eyes closed.

“Did you have a great life?”

“Doll-“

“Did you Steven, yes or no?”

He hesitated once again before answering “yes”.

“Good. Good. Well goodbye Steven”

“Y/n-“ Steve tries to stop you from backing away by reaching out for your hand, with a shake of your head you move away and walk towards Bucky who took your hand in his as soon as you reached him.

Heading back to the home you three once shared not knowing how empty the place was going to feel now it was just the two of you.

The bed felt bigger and colder now that Steve wasn’t cuddled up on the right side of the bed - his side. Every night without fail you three would lay in bed all snuggled up and one by one you said ‘I love you’ Bucky always went first, then you and then Steve but now that he wasn’t lying next to you, you both waited with bated breath for his response which never came.

You found yourself calling out for Steve whenever you heard the front door open and close, only to find Bucky standing there with a frown etched on his face. He was the same though, one day he walked into the kitchen where you were, saying “Stevie, remind me to pick up milk. Steve-shit. Y/n I’m sorry”.

Of course neither one could blame each other, Steve had been a huge part of your day to day life. You both understood that this new life of yours would take time to get used to.

Since he had left you both for Peggy you both started questioning yourselves, wondering if the other was going to leave next. Not that you told each other your worries and doubts, terrified of coming across as needy, insecure. Beyond terrified of thinking that the other would only stay because you had mentioned it.

As the months went by and the seasons changed so had you and Bucky.

Three months after Steve had left, you had settled down in to bed waiting patiently for Bucky to finish his nightly routine, you frowned lightly when you didn’t hear any noise or movements coming from the joint bathroom.

“Buck? Have you fell asleep on the toilet…again? Bucky?” There wasn’t even a grumble of a response, not like last time when he had gone into the bathroom to do his nightly routine and Steve ended up going to check on him, the blonde bit his lip to stop himself from laughing he went back into the bed room to get Y/n, going back into the bathroom together they saw Bucky in his pjs sitting on the toilet fast asleep. It was lucky that Steve also had the serum because he was able to carry Bucky to bed.

Getting out of bed you went to check on him, frowning when you saw him standing in front of the mirror holding something in his hands. “Buck?”

“I-I found this” this being Steve’s razor. “I-he left us Y/n/n”

“I know bub, I know.” Your heart ached when he turned to face you with tears in his eyes. Seeing Bucky cry was something that always tugged painfully at your heart, he had gone through so much pain in his long life it wasn’t fair for him to be still going through it all because Steve decided he wanted a fantasy instead.

“I-it isn’t fair baby”

Finally getting Bucky to put the razor down after twenty minutes of trying, you managed to get him into bed, he clung to your body tightly whispering how much he loves you. He fell asleep hearing your voice softly telling him how much he means to you, how much love you have for him.

You decided it was time to move out of the apartment and find somewhere new to call home after that night. It wasn’t long until you both found a forever home. Plus you needed to find a bigger place as you had found out that you were pregnant two weeks prior.

For five years you and Bucky lived in the perfect haven, a four bedroom cottage with a few acres of land behind it that Bucky absolutely loved tending to. Bucky had built his own greenhouse with the help from Sam, he was so proud of everything he had grew in there ranging from cucumbers to tomatoes to potatoes and everything in between, the chillies however weren’t turning out like he wanted which made him a little defeated.

He loved his greenhouse. It became his happy place.

Whilst you and Bucky were getting your four year old twins sons and one year old daughter ready for a fun day of activities Sam was standing at his front door staring at someone who he thought he would never see again.

“What are you doing here?”

“Are Y/n and Bucky here?”

“No. Again what are you doing here?”

“W-where are they?”

“Steve, what are you doing back?”

Sighing, looking down whilst placing his hands on his hips “I made a mistake okay, I went to our apartment and someone else answered told me that they had been living there for four years, so I came here”

“Why? You can’t really expect to leave your partners whilst living a fantasy just to come back five years later.”

“It was a mistake, I miss them, it’s them I love”

“But you didn’t love them enough to stay, right?” Sam retorts, wanting to laugh at the man who didn’t just abandon his partners he claims to love but also him.

“I-I made a mistake okay Sam! Just tell me where they are so I can explain to them”

“I don’t think thats a good idea”

“Why not?” The blond snapped.

“Because they’ve moved on from you Steve, they moved on.”

“B-but I can make it right between us, please Sam”

“You can’t just show up and-“

“Please Sam!”

“Fine, but just remember that I did tell you that they’ve moved on.” Sam told him the address and slammed the door in the man’s face, rushing to grab his phone to ring his friends.

The car pulled to a slow stop outside the gate, checking the number on the mailbox he got out of the car he had “borrowed”. His heart twitched at hearing children’s laughter ringing out in the summer evening, walking up the driveway his heart dropped at the scene in front of him.

Due to both Bucky and your phones being inside neither one received the many miss calls or messages from Sam to warn you both about the man who broke both of your hearts was on his way to yours, you didn’t know that he was standing at the side of the house watching you and Bucky playing happily with your children.

Steve smiled sadly seeing what he had missed out on for a fantasy like Sam had said. Slowly walking back to the car a few stray tears fell from his eyes.

He only had himself to blame for his heart aching the way it did by making the worst choice of his life.

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deliciousangelfestival · 19 days ago

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The Imperfect Couple - 18

Character: politician!Bucky x ex-wife!reader

Summary: A separated couple must pretend to be happily married while the husband runs for Vice President, dealing with old issues and political pressures during his election campaign.

Warning: Triggering conversation. Mentioned about sexual assault.

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Author Note: After this, you will hate Steve more.

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The news spread like wildfire: The First Lady has passed away from a sudden heart attack. The entire nation reeled at the announcement. It was a tragic day for the country, and the collective grief was palpable. You and Bucky struggled to believe it, exchanging shocked glances as you watched the news unfold on screen.

The twins, pale with grief, approached their father with questions in their eyes. “Why, a heart attack?” one of them whispered.

Steve’s expression was controlled, his answer calm. “Because with that, everyone will stop asking,” he replied. A sudden heart attack is understandable. Even General Carter died of one.

Just as Steve had predicted, people accepted it readily. “A heart attack? That’s horrible,” they’d say, before letting the matter rest. It was as if the finality of the explanation sealed Peggy’s fate in a way no one dared to question. And yet, to you, something felt out of place.

Only two weeks earlier, there had been news that Peggy had collapsed, and the doctors advised her to rest. You found yourself shaking your head as you spoke to Bucky. “She was so healthy, so careful with her lifestyle. Doesn’t it feel… odd?”

Bucky’s gaze was hard, thoughtful. “It does,” he admitted. “It really does.”

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The day of Peggy’s funeral arrived, a somber, overcast morning where gray clouds seemed to hang like a veil over the city. Dressed in black, the crowd of mourners filled the space around the somber cemetery, their faces etched with grief and disbelief. The country mourned the First Lady’s loss, and people lined up to pay their respects to Steve and the grieving family. You and Bucky observed from a distance, your expressions reflecting both sorrow and skepticism.

Caroline and Julius were also present, looking somber as they approached Hazel and Julius, standing silently nearby. Carol, her face set in sadness, touched Hazel’s arm gently. “Let’s go give Steve our condolences,” she whispered.

“You two go ahead,” Hazel murmured, looking away. Her eyes shifted, and a shadow of guilt crossed her face. She couldn’t bear to look at Peggy’s sons, William and Charles, standing on either side of their father, too young to fully understand the depths of their loss.

Carol frowned. “Hazel, don’t be stubborn,” she said softly. “Come on, Julius.” The two of them moved toward Steve, leaving Hazel standing there with her head bowed, biting her lip.

Julius, his voice low and respectful, extended his hand to Steve. “We’re deeply sorry, Steve. Peggy was a remarkable woman.”

Carol echoed his sentiments. “Yes, Steve. She’ll be missed so much. Our hearts are with you and the boys.”

Steve nodded, his face a well-practiced mask of grief. “Thank you both. Peggy loved you both very much.”

As the guests continued offering their sympathies, Natasha appeared at Hazel’s side, touching her arm and gesturing discreetly. Hazel hesitated but glanced over, catching your eye. You nudged Bucky, motioning in Hazel’s direction, but he shook his head. “Let them go,” he said quietly. “Not here, not now.”

Following Natasha, Hazel found herself being led to a private corner, away from the public’s eyes. Steve was already waiting, his hands clasped tightly behind his back. As Hazel approached, she looked pale, her posture small, as though she wanted to shrink away.

“Why do you look like you want to hide?” Steve asked, arching an eyebrow, his voice a low murmur.

Without a word, Hazel handed him her phone. Her hands were shaking. Steve took the device and glanced at the screen. What he read there made his expression falter, if only for a moment. The message on the screen was Peggy’s final words:

"I’ll give him to you. But know that each time you’re with him, I will always be the thorn between you two."

Hazel’s voice trembled as she spoke. “I found this after she…after she died. She sent it before… God, Steve, she’s gone because of me.”

Steve stepped forward, gently placing his hand at the back of her neck, pulling her head to his shoulder. “No, Hazel,” he murmured, his voice smooth and unyielding. “None of us lifted a finger. It was her choice. Her own doing.”

Steve held her tightly. “You’re my only anchor now,” he said softly, his hand stroking her hair. His tone was oddly calm, as if nothing truly rattled him.

Hazel gave a slight nod, though her face remained haunted. Steve’s grip around her tightened, but his gaze held a glint of satisfaction, a twisted sense of relief. Peggy’s demise, as he saw it, had finally cleared the way.

Later, as guests continued offering their condolences, Bucky made his way to Steve. His handshake was firm, his voice steady. “Steve,” he said, his eyes meeting his in an unreadable gaze. “My deepest condolences. Peggy was… well, she was a force.”

Steve’s expression was solemn, though his eyes glinted with something inscrutable. “Thank you, Bucky,” he replied smoothly. “I know Peggy always respected you.”

Bucky paused, holding Steve’s gaze a second longer, as if searching for something beneath his composed exterior. “If there’s anything you or the boys need, don’t hesitate to let us know. We’re here for you.”

Steve gave a small nod. “I appreciate it, Bucky. Really. This will be hard for the boys, but we’ll get through it.”

Bucky’s jaw tightened as he stepped back, his gaze never leaving Steve’s. “Take care of yourself. And of them.” He glanced briefly toward William and Charles, whose solemn faces seemed carved in stone, their small hands clutching each other as they mourned.

When Bucky returned to your side, he was silent, his eyes hard with an unspoken realization. Both of you had been deceived by Steve’s flawless facade for years, but now, something dark and undeniable seemed to lie beneath.

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Three Weeks Later

Carol sat on the sofa, her eyes fixed on the TV screen where Steve’s face appeared at an international summit, calm and composed, every bit the statesman. She frowned, resting her chin on her hand. “It’s not even a month since Peggy’s passing, and already there’s talk about him looking for a new partner,” she muttered with a casual nonchalance. “Should I introduce him to one of my friends?”

Julius, seated across from her, snapped his head up, a look of disbelief etched onto his face. “Carol… you were Peggy’s friend. How can you talk like this?”

“Because I was her friend, I want what’s best for Steve,” Carol replied, dismissively scrolling through photos on her phone. “Peggy would want someone from our circle by his side, someone appropriate. Maybe Emily? Or Kelly?”

From across the room, Hazel’s voice interrupted, quiet but firm. “Mom, you don’t have to go through all that trouble.”

Carol looked up, her eyes sharp. “Oh, but I insist,” she said with a sigh of self-importance. “Steve’s in his prime. Women would kill to be with him. Even women your age, Hazel.”

Hazel paused, her teacup clinking against its saucer as her hand trembled slightly.

Carol turned to Julius with newfound excitement. “Maybe we should introduce him to your cousin who just got divorced. She’s still young, and she can bear children—Peggy would approve of someone in our league taking her place. Steve has a mistress. I don't want that woman took Peggy's place.”

"Carol. Stop," Julius said, his voice sharp, cutting through his wife rambling.

A flicker of annoyance sparking in her eyes. “What? Imagine having someone actually related to the President by blood," she insisted, folding her arms, her tone dismissive as if Julius didn’t understand the gravity of her idea.

Julius took a step closer, his face tightening. "We already have," he replied quietly.

Carol looked at him in disbelief, then scoffed. “I don’t mean Bucky," she shot back, waving a hand as if the idea were absurd. "He's still just the Vice President. And I don't even want to think about him having kids with that woman.”

Julius’s expression darkened, his jaw clenched as he leaned closer. "He won’t forgive you if he hears that," he warned, voice low and tight, the threat clear. He knew how much Bucky loves you, even Bucky already gave a warning to Caroline, she still won't accept it.

She felt the heat of his words but only tilted her chin up defiantly. Julius took a deep breath, struggling to contain his frustration. "Carol," he said in a grave tone, “I’m giving you a warning. This is the last time." His hand closed into a fist, and the silence that followed was thick, crackling with unspoken tension.

“Mom. You can stop now,” she said, her voice edged with a firmness that made both her parents turn. “There’s already someone from our family related to the president”

The room fell silent. Carol’s fingers froze on her phone, and Julius looked up from his drink, confused. Hazel met their eyes steadily.

“Nate,” she said, her voice just above a whisper, yet each word felt as though it struck with the force of a hammer. “Steve is Nate’s father.”

There was a stunned pause, a dead silence before Carol’s phone slipped from her hand and hit the floor with a loud clatter. Her face turned pale as her mind scrambled to process the revelation, her hand covering her mouth in shock.

“All this time,” Hazel continued, her voice quiet but steady, “you wanted to know who Nate’s father was. Now you know.”

Carol’s face twisted, disbelief transforming into a horrified expression. She lunged forward, gripping Hazel’s shoulders tightly, her nails digging in. “Tell me this is a joke,” she hissed.

“You… you always kept things to yourself, dropping these bombshells when we least expect it. You came home one day, huge belly, and just announced you were pregnant, like it was nothing.” Her voice wavered, a mixture of anger and desperation. “You made me hide my face from our friends, miss every gathering because of you!”

Hazel stayed silent, even as her mother’s words lashed against her.

“Haze—Hazel,” Julius interjected, his voice a strained whisper, barely able to meet her eyes. “Is this true?”

She nodded. “Yes, father.”

“But why him? Of all people… what could he possibly give you that we haven’t?” Carol’s voice quivered, the shock laced with bitterness.

Hazel met her mother’s eyes, unflinching. “Because he listened to me. He understood me.”

Julius’s face hardened. “We gave you everything, Hazel. How can you say that?”

She drew in a breath, her expression bitter. “That’s the problem. You gave me everything I never asked for. All I ever asked is for both of you as my parents to listened to me.”

Carol scoffed, her face paling as realization settled in. “Listening?” she muttered, rubbing her forehead as if it hurt. “You keep talking about that. I don’t even know what you mean.”

Hazel’s hands trembled slightly, but she steadied herself, her tone cold. “Do you remember when I told you my ballet teacher kept touching me? That’s why I quit. But you didn’t believe me because he was ‘experienced,’ and you said I was overreacting.”

A silence so heavy settled in the room that even the ticking clock seemed deafening. Carol’s face twisted with a fleeting look of guilt, but it passed quickly.

Hazel’s gaze shifted to Julius. “And you—do you remember when I told you I was drugged by your best friend’s son at that party I didn’t even want to go to? You made me go. I came home, barely able to stand…” Her voice broke, the words hanging heavily in the air.

Julius covered his face with his hand, his shoulders slumping as the reality crashed down on him.

“I am your daughter!” she yelled, the hurt and anger of years pouring out. “And all you did was listen to their excuses. That was my breaking point. That’s why I left.”

Julius’s face fell, and he murmured, almost to himself, “Then… you met Steve.”

Hazel nodded, her voice softening slightly. “I was vulnerable. And after hearing me out just once, do you know what he did?” She looked at her parents, her gaze hard and unwavering. “He made sure that ballet teacher never danced again. And that boy? He’ll never see daylight without a drug in his system.”

Carol heard the news that the former ballet teacher got into an accident, leaving him unable to move his fingers or toes. As for Julius, he heard from his friend that the son ended up in rehab. His case is worse than Shawn's.

Carol gasped, horror dawning in her eyes. “You’re the woman Peggy mentioned. The mistress…”

Hazel’s voice was a whisper, calm yet unyielding. “Yes. I’m the other woman. The homewrecker. Whatever you want to call me, I am it.”

For a moment, a heavy silence settled in the room. Hazel scoffed, looking from her mother to her father. “Isn’t this what you’ve always wanted? Your grandson is the President’s son, your son the youngest Vice President. Now you can tell that to all your friends.” She shot them a hollow, bitter smile, watching as her words landed. Carol looked down, her face flushed with shame, while Julius couldn’t bear to meet her gaze.

Turning, Hazel strode from the room, leaving her parents in stunned silence. For the first time, the weight of Peggy’s suicide note no longer haunted her. Steve had been right. Peggy’s death wasn’t her burden to bear. And with that realization, she walked away, shoulders straight, head held high.

In the deafening quiet that followed, Caroline sank onto the couch, feeling a mix of shame and a deep, gnawing guilt. She was beginning to understand. All those times she had cursed the “mistress” Peggy hinted at… it had been her own daughter.

“Julius,” she whispered, voice cracking as she reached out for her husband’s hand.

But there was no answer. Julius sat, staring into space, his face ashen. When she touched his shoulder, his body slumped.

“Julius!” she screamed, shaking him, but he didn’t respond. Her world spun as panic surged, echoing her daughter’s revelation with one devastating blow after another.

Julius suffered a stroke and required emergency surgery, leaving the family on edge as they gathered at the hospital. The fluorescent lights flickered overhead, casting a harsh glow over the sterile waiting room. You and Bucky arrived, and he turned to you, his brow furrowed with concern. “Where’s Hazel?” he asked, scanning the area for any sign of her.

“Don’t. Mention that name,” Caroline snapped, her voice taut with tension. “That girl has ruined Peggy’s marriage.”

Bucky’s eyes widened in disbelief. “You knew?” he pressed, the shock evident in his tone.

Caroline's eyes flared, realization dawning on her. “Wait! You knew all this time?” She stepped forward, her hands gripping his collar, her fury palpable. The Secret Service agents on standby instinctively moved closer, but Bucky raised a hand, stopping them. “Stand outside. This is a family matter, and keep this secret,” he commanded. They nodded reluctantly, stepping away but keeping their ears perked for any sign of trouble.

“No wonder why Steve chose us,” Caroline sighed, her shoulders slumping slightly as the weight of the situation settled in. “But I still can’t accept this. No, I don’t. He used Hazel's innocence.” Her laughter was manic, echoing off the walls, a bitter sound that filled the room.

“Does he think he can underestimate me? He’s just a nobody without a strong background. He’s nothing without the Carters.” Caroline’s voice dripped with disdain as she spat the words, but when she noticed Bucky’s silence, her eyes narrowed.

“You have a plan, don’t you?”

Bucky nodded, his expression serious. “I do.”

“Good. Me too,” Caroline replied, her tone fierce. “I won’t accept being humiliated.”

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Bucky turned his gaze to you, his expression shifting from determination to concern. “Dear,” he said, his voice steady but laced with urgency.

“Hmm?” you replied, sensing the gravity in his tone.

“I’m telling you right now,” he began, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine, “from this moment, everything is going to turn ugly. You might end up hating me in the end.”

You felt the knot in your stomach tighten. Why is he telling me this?

“I told you before, you could stab me, poison me,” he continued, his voice unwavering. “I meant it. You could do it when you felt that I was way out of line.”

He’s serious, you thought, a mix of fear and disbelief coursing through you.

“You should’ve said this before I married into the Barnes family,” you shot back, your tone sharper than intended, but the weight of his words hung heavily in the air between you.

Bucky’s eyes softened slightly, yet his resolve remained. “I never wanted you to be caught in the crossfire.”

His jaw tense, and he took a deep breath as if preparing for the weight of the world. “If this is too much for you,” he said, his voice steady but low, “you could leave.” Also, the one-year agreement to help him is coming to an end.

The finality of his words struck you like a punch to the gut, and you felt a flicker of panic surge through you. “No. I won’t leave,” you responded fiercely, the conviction in your voice surprising even yourself.

Bucky’s brow furrowed, and he studied you, as if searching for signs of doubt in your eyes. But all he found was unwavering resolve. “You really mean that?” he asked, his voice almost a whisper, a blend of surprise and hope.

You nodded, a small smile breaking through the tension. “The first time, it was me helping you become vice president,” you reminded him, your heart racing with the unspoken promise that lingered between you. “Now, I’ll be beside you as you become president. I won’t let this position slip away to another woman.”

“Then let’s face this together,” he murmured, his breath warm against your skin. The space between you charged with anticipation, every unspoken feeling bubbling to the surface. The world outside faded away, leaving just the two of you in this moment.

A slow smile spread across Bucky’s face, warmth radiating from him. The tension that had permeated the air shifted into something different—something electric. In that moment, the world around you faded, leaving only the two of you and the undeniable connection you shared.

Bucky leaned in slightly, closing the distance between you, and your breaths mingled in the charged space. The weight of your words hung in the air, promising both conflict and a shared future. You reached out, your fingers grazing his jaw, feeling the warmth of his skin under your touch.

He moved closer, tilting his head slightly as if to capture the moment forever. The longing that had been building between you ignited, and without thinking, you both closed the gap.

The kiss was genuine, filled with unspoken promises and a shared understanding of the battles ahead. It was tender yet passionate, a release of the tension that had held you both captive for far too long. As your lips met, time seemed to stand still, the world outside forgotten. In that moment, you were not just allies in a political game but partners, united in a bond deeper than either of you had anticipated.

When you finally pulled back, your foreheads rested against each other, breaths mingling in the charged air. You could see the reflection of hope and determination in his eyes, and for the first time in a long while, you felt like you could face whatever challenges lay ahead—together.

Author Note : The next chapter will be the end.

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 3 months ago

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Code of Conduct 5

Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, such as cheating, noncon/dubcon, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.

Summary: your boss has a difficult time keeping his personal life from bleeding into his work.

Characters: Steve Rogers, this reader is known as Rosie.

Author’s Note: Please feel free to leave some feedback, reblog, and jump into my asks. I’m always happy to discuss with you and riff on idea. As always, you are cherished and adored! Stay safe, be kind, and treat yourself💜

💼Part of the Bad Bosses AU💼

Mr. Rogers leaves without saying a word. His face is pale as his hand opens and closes in a fist at his side and he strides past your desk. You watch after him, thinking for a moment that you should follow. No, he has to sort this out on his own. You’ve already done too much.

You go through his calendar and cancel his only other meeting. You don’t think that’s going to happen.

It’s strange sitting there alone. Mr. Rogers comes and goes often but not know when he’ll be back puts you on edge. An hour passes then another. You spend your lunch outside in the sunshine then come back in to the stale office air.

Your phone rings and you answer. You’re surprised when Rogers’ voice comes from the speaker. You expected it to be Dizzie for some reason. She’s been awfully quiet today.

“She changed the locks,” he croaks.

There’s static on the line and thrum that’s so loud it nearly drowns him out.

“Sir?” You sit up straight.

“Peggy. She locked me out. I don’t... I don’t know what to do. I’ve just been sitting here in my car...” his voice is a dull murmur.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Rogers. Is that—can she do that? Can you call your lawyer? The police?”

“Police told me to call the lawyer. Lawyer says it’s gonna take a while so... yeah.”

“I’m so so sorry,” you touch your cheek. “I can’t even imagine... that’s horrible.”

“Yeah, I mean, who would leave you, Rosie? No, that’d be crazy.” He sniffles, “guess I deserve this. I worked so much, all so I could give her the life she wanted but it turns out I worked just enough to drive her away.”

“Sir,” you utter.

“Guess I could go to a hotel. I mean, might as well spend the money before I have alimony to pay,” he laughs crisply. “Bucky’s not picking up. I thought maybe I could stay there but... just because my life is falling apart doesn’t mean he needs to pick up the pieces.”

He sounds so broken it makes your heart rend. Something about his cadence also worries you. He doesn’t sound healthy.

“Sir, where are you?”

You realise then what that noise is. Water.

“By the bridge. The water looks cold.”

You swallow and stand up. “I’ll come to you, alright?”

“Rosie? Why...”

“Just, it’s okay, sir, I’ll be there. Is that Collingswood Bridge? I love the flowers there.”

“Yeah, that’s the one,” he answers.

“Alright, I’m on my way okay, so let’s stay on the phone.”

“Rosie, why do you sound so upset?”

“I’m not upset. I just think you need a friend so I’m coming. Did you want me to message Mr. Barnes as well.”

“I told you, he’s too busy for me,” he mopes.

“But just in case--”

“Oh, woah!” He exclaims.

“Sir, what--”

“Nothing, nothing, I just... this bridge is so high up.”

You tamp down your worry and take a breath, “sir, I canceled your meetings. Oh, did I tell you, they’re opening a new donut place downstairs too! I know your favourite is the one with the sprinkles.”

“You remember,” he says softly.

“Of course, sir,” you assure him.

You keep chattering about nothing in particular as you swipe up your bag and race out of the office. You try not let him hear you panting as you rush down to catch a cab. You mute the phone to tell the driver to head to the bridge then get back on the line.

The conversation rolls on as you don’t let Rogers stop talking. You get out with a hasty thanks and tip to the driver. You rush down the bridge without looking ahead and only after you’re halfway down do you see your boss sitting on the railing. Holy moly.

You slow and walk up to him slowly, letting out quiet mhm’s and uh huhs and you grab onto his forearm. He flinches and you tug on him. You won’t be able to stop him from going over if he slips but you didn’t want to just call out to him and give him a warning.

“Rose!” He looks at you and lowers his phone. “How’d you get here?”

“Mr. Rogers, please, will you get off the railing?” You ask softly.

He stares at you then looks out at the water. He laughs and turns to hang his legs over the inside of the bridge. “Sure, Rosie. Were you worried?”

“I just wanna make sure you’re okay, sir,” you cling to him until he’s on his feet. He glances down at you grip and you finally let go.

“I’m good. I’m great, now that you’re here. Did you find me a room yet?” He asks.

You wince. You’ve been on the phone this whole time. When does he think you did that?

“Are you okay?” You ask.

“Of course, of course,” his eyes are red from tears, his cheeks pallid and streaked.

“Um, I’m sorry, everything’s booked up,” you say, “how about you come to my place? You can stay on my couch. Just for tonight.”

“Really?” His brow wrinkles, “you’d do that for me?”

“Uh, yeah,” you answer. You don’t think leaving him alone right now would be smart. Nor could you forgive yourself if anything happened. “It’s fine. My place is just a bit small.”

“Mm, I don’t mind,” he smiles and pushes his shoulders up in a shiver as a breeze blows across the water. “It’s cold out here.”

“It is, sir,” you agree. “Where did you park?”

#steve rogers #dark steve rogers #dark!steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #series #au #bad bosses #code of conduct #drabble #mcu #marvel #avengers #captain america

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sergeantbarnessdoll · 4 months ago

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Hello,I'm not that anon but why do now I want an alternate version where Reader's the one who doesn't remember Bucky (with a lot of angst)? 😭 You know as she went through life normally and dating other guys while he watches from the side but couldn't do or say anything and can only try to make her remember. I don't know if you're opening requests or not because I didn't see anything in your bio about it. But if you do open requests,can I request this please? 🙏🏼 If you're not opening requests,that's okay,I just wanna share this thought I have while reading it 😭 It was beautiful ❤

Come Back To Me » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: Ex Fiancée/Avenger!Bucky Barnes x Ex Fiancée/Avenger!Female Reader

Summary: Bucky has to deal with the fact that you don’t remember him and going on dates with other guys when all he wants is for you to come back to him.

Warnings: mix of Angst and Fluff, language, brief mention of alcohol, crying, flashbacks, pet names

A/N: Thank you to the lovely anonymous person who requested this🩵

A/N #2: Flashbacks is in Italic text. I imagined this after Bucky gets back from his recovery in Wakanda.

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators. I found it on Pinterest.

Bucky watched with a clenched jaw from the other side of the room as you talked to another man. You laughed and smiled with that man. Something you used to do with Bucky. You and Bucky were engaged years ago, but it ended. Your smile slowly faded away when you seen Bucky looking your way. Bucky’s heart sank when you kissed the guy goodbye before walking away from him.

“Is there something I can help you with, Sergeant? Or are you just going to stand here and stare at me all day?” You asked.

“Nope.” Bucky pops the P. “I was taking a break. I’m going back to work now.” He says before walking out of the room.

He went to the lounge room and sat down on the couch, sighing loudly and ran his fingers through his hair. He closed his eyes, taking a moment to himself.

Bucky had his head propped up on his hand as you slept. His free hand caressed your cheek, gently rubbing your cheekbone. Your eyes fluttered open to see your fiancée looking at you.

“Were you watching me sleep?” You asked with a smile giggle.

“No. I’m simply admiring my fiancée’s beauty.” Bucky says softly with a smile.

You blushed and covered your face with the blanket. Bucky uncovered you and got on top of you. He leaned down and placed kisses all over your face, making you laugh uncontrollably.

“You ok?” Steve asks, snapping Bucky out of his thoughts.

“I-” Bucky cleared his throat and stood up. “I’m fine.” He lies, walking past him.

Steve knows when Bucky is lying and when he’s upset. He followed after him and grabbed his arm, stopping him in his tracks.

“Buck, what’s wrong? Talk to me.” Steve says with concern in his voice.

“I hate seeing my ex fiancée going out with men who aren’t me.” Bucky admits. “I just- I just want her to remember me.” He says.

“She will. Just give her time.” He says, putting a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“70+ years isn’t enough time?” He scoffs, feeling his eyes water. “What would you do if it was Peggy?” He asks. “Sorry.” He apologizes. “I didn’t mean to bring her up like that.” He says.

“It’s ok. It’s a valid question.” He says. “To answer your question, I would surround her with familiar things.” He answers.

That gave Bucky an idea. He gave Steve a smile before walking away to go to his bedroom. He immediately went to his closet, looking for something. He didn’t know what he was looking for, but he’ll know once he finds it.

“Come on. Where is it?” Bucky mumbles to himself.

He let out a sigh of relief when he found what he was looking for. It’s the very first picture you and him took together. It’s a picture of you and Bucky kissing sweetly and you two didn’t know his sister took a picture of the two of you.

Rebecca walks in the living room to see Bucky giving you the world’s sweetest kiss. She smiles to herself, happy to see her older brother found someone to make him happy. She seen a camera on the shelf next to her from the corner of her eye. She grabbed the camera and took a picture of the two of you without you guys even knowing. She put the picture on the couch next to you two and quietly walked out of the living room.

Bucky walks in the lobby of the compound to see you about to leave with the man you’re going on a date with. He quickly walked up to you before you walked out the door.

“Agent Y/L/N, you got a minute?” Bucky asks, approaching you.

“Not really.” You say.

“I’ll make it quick.” He says.

You sighed and told your date to wait outside for a moment. Bucky took a second to take in your beauty.

“What is it?” You asked, crossing your arms.

Bucky showed you the picture of you and him kissing without saying a word. You looked at the picture, studying it, but nothing came to your mind.

“Who are those people?” You asked Bucky.

“You and me.” He tells you. “My sister took this picture when we weren’t paying attention.” He explains.

“I can clearly see that’s me. I don’t know what you’re trying to get at, Sergeant, but we were never together and we will never be together. Now if you’ll excuse me, my date is waiting for me.” You say.

Bucky stood there, watching you walk hand and hand with another man. He felt his anger bubbling up inside of him. Before he knew it, his vibranium fist went through the wall. Steve rounded the corner a few seconds later and looked at the hole in the wall before looking at his best friend.

“I’m sorry.” Bucky apologizes. “I’ll pay to get that fixed.” He says.

“Don’t worry about it.” Steve says softly.

Bucky stormed away and went to the kitchen to get a beer. He opened it and drank almost half of it. Steve walked in the kitchen at the same time as Sam.

“What’s wrong with you?” Sam curiously asks Bucky.

“Y/N still doesn’t remember me.” Bucky said.

“I can’t imagine what you’re going through, man, but just give her time.” He says.

“You’re not the first person to say that to me today.” He says, taking another sip of his beer.

Sam seen the picture of you and Bucky on the kitchen counter and picked it up, looking at it.

“You two looked so happy.” Sam says.

“We are- I mean were.” Bucky corrects himself. “She was the love of my life and still is.” He tells him. “I just want her to come back to me.” He says.

Bucky walked away and took the picture with him. He went back to his room, putting the picture on his nightstand before laying down on his bed and stared up at the ceiling. Before he knew it, he drifted off to sleep.

“Please be careful.” You tell Bucky.

“I’ll try my best, doll.” Bucky says softly.

Bucky leaned in and kissed you passionately and sweetly. That’s when an Army officer said it was time to go.

“I love you, doll.” He whispers.

“I love you more, Buck.” You whispered back.

Bucky woke up from the dream and sat up, leaning his back against the headboard. His eyes filled with tears. The dream he just had was a memory of the last time he seen you before he left for the Army.

“I came back to you. Why can’t you come back to me, doll?” Bucky says to himself, crying softly.

The following morning, Bucky walked in the kitchen to see you telling Natasha and Wanda about your date with that guy last night. He stood there, listening as well. Natasha and Wanda quieted down when they seen Bucky.

“Don’t stop talking cause I’m in the room.” Bucky sat down next to you. “Tell me about your date.” He says, putting himself in the conversation.

You blinked a couple times, not sure if you should tell Bucky about your date. You continued to stare at him when he called you doll. Natasha and Wanda sensed the awkwardness between you and Bucky.

“I don’t think I should.” You say.

You stood up from your seat and walked out of the kitchen. Bucky just scoffed and rubbed his hands over his face.

“She’ll come around to you, Bucky.” Wanda says, putting a comforting hand on his shoulder.

Bucky stood up from his seat and went to the gym. As he was walking to the gym, his enhanced hearing picked up your voice in the conference room. He heard you talking to another man. A different man from yesterday.

Bucky’s jaw clenched and his hands balled up into fists when he heard the guy call you cute pet names. “It’s doll.” Bucky says in his head. He wanted nothing more than to snap that guy’s neck with his vibranium hand. He couldn’t listen to any more of it. He went to the gym to take his anger out on a punching bag.

Bucky wasn’t sure how long he was in the gym, but he went through two punching bags and is on a third. With one last punch with his vibranium fist, the punching bag was sent across the gym with sand leaking from it.

“Fuck!” Bucky shouts, his voice cracking and echoing in the gym.

You walked in the gym after Bucky shouted. You seen three punching bags leaking with sand on the floor before looking at Bucky.

“Sergeant Barnes, are you ok?” You asked.

“I would be ok if you remembered me.” Bucky says without realizing it.

“What?” You asked.

“Nothing.” He says, leaving the gym.

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion as you watched him walk out of the gym. Bucky kept trying to come up with ways to get you to remember him. He tried showing you a picture of you and him together, but that didn’t work. That’s when something came to his mind. He smiles to himself as a memory came to his mind the first time he called you doll.

“Hi doll!” Bucky greets you with a kiss and a hug.

“Doll?” You asked.

“You’re cute as a doll. It fits, don’t you think.” He says.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and stood on your tippy toes to kiss his lips softly and sweetly as a way of telling him you like the pet name.

“It’s cute and I love it.” You tell him.

“Then it’s settled. You’re my doll.” He says with a smile.

“And you’re my Bucky Bear.” You say softly.

Bucky was snapped from his thoughts when he seen you walking towards him.

“Steve wants you to look over these.” You say, handing him a file before walking away.

“Sure thing, doll.” Bucky says.

You stopped in your tracks, blinking a couple times before turning around. You haven’t heard that pet name in years, but you weren’t sure where you heard it and who said it.

“What did you call me?” You asked him.

“Doll.” He says with a hopeful smile.

“It’s Agent Y/L/N not doll.” You tell him.

Bucky’s hopeful smile faded away and he nodded. He was absolutely sure that calling you doll would work, but he guessed wrong. He sighed and walked away.

As Bucky was looking over the file, he couldn’t focus. He was staring at the wall in front of him.

Meanwhile, you were still trying to figure out where you heard the pet name Bucky called you. That’s when it came to you. Your memories of Bucky, your relationship with him, and the pet name you always called him.

You ran to find him. You looked everywhere in the compound for him, but couldn’t find him. The only room you didn’t look in is the lounge room. You immediately went to that room to see Bucky going over the file you gave him earlier.

“Bucky Bear…” You said.

Bucky froze. He hasn’t heard you call him that since the 1940s.

“I called you Bucky Bear and you called me doll.” You say.

“That’s right.” Bucky confirms. “That’s what we called each other.” He says, standing up from his seat.

You approached him and stood on your tippy toes to kiss him. Bucky never forgot how soft your lips felt against his lips. His hands found their way to your waist and pulled you against him. The kiss had so much passion in it that it left the two of you breathless.

“Come back to me, doll.” Bucky whispers against your lips.

“I’m right here, Bucky Bear.” You whispered back.

Bucky pulled away from the kiss to look deep in your eyes.

“I still want to marry you.” You tell him.

“Then we’ll pick up where we left off.” He says.

Both of you smile widely before kissing each other again.

“I missed you so fucking much.” You say.

“I missed you more, doll.” He almost whispers. “I love you.” He says.

“I love you too, Bucky Bear.” You say softly.

🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵

-Bucky’s Doll

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zumicho · 5 months ago

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THE END OF MOUSETRAP! ← IWAIZUMI / AKAASHI SMAU

EPILOGUE: TAKE YOUR PICK — HAJI ROUTE

before you continue: this was my first smau, depsite it being a huge chaotic mess and how mismatched it is with my theme — it has a very special place in my heart & I hope it’s earned a place in yours! thank you for reading & keeping up with mousetrap ♥︎ .ᐟ.ᐟ

with love, ree.

｡･ﾟﾟ･ WRITTEN PORTION BELOW ✧･ﾟ: *

the clank of keys echo through the hallways of your shared home.

“you’re back you’re back you’re back!!!” you chant as you run up to him. he’s shaking his head as he takes his shoes off and racks them. and smiling. “is this our new routine?”

“cmere,” you grab him by the tie, nose to nose. “I made you something.”

his eyes light up. “you did?”

with a nod, you untie your apron — his gaze drifting down your figure as it follows you to the kitchen.

“cooked you dinner. 1950s neglected housewife style.”

he pecks you on the cheek. “I don’t neglect you.” phone fished out from his man purse (which he refuses to admit, is a man purse), he takes a picture of your surprise: spaghetti bolognese; ‘yay! you got promoted’ piped in cursive onto the plate in tomato paste. he takes a bite, chewing it on the left side of his mouth.

“and I’m not your wife” you prop your elbows up on the counter.

he swallows. “yet. did you eat?”

“yeah. I can stay up for you but not stay hungry.”

haji pulls out a small velvet box - from his manpurse - and you stagger. “if you waited for me to eat I would’ve had compensation. but I’ll give it to you anyway.”

“l/n y/n,” he pushes the box open. you close your eyes with your palms, already freaking out.

“will you marry me. again?”

teary eyed, you fling your arms around his neck, burying your face into the nook between his head and his shoulder.

“yes. a thousand times—“ you look at the box, and throw the table wipe at his face. it’s a ring pop.

there’s a shit eating grin on his face. “you said yes.”

“I’ll say no the next time.” you scowl.

“you’re a liar.” he wraps his arms around your waist, swaying you both as you spoonfeed him. “how’d your day go?”

“I was at the park today,” you tell him as he munches. “these two girls were squealing and fangirling over some author.” your thumb brushes the corner of his lip, wiping sauce off. “one of them was talking about the book. apparently it’s her favorite. said the love triangle is fucking insane.”

“mhm..” he murmurs, resting his forehead on your back as he pulls you close.

“mousetrap. by akaashi keiji, she told her.” you say, haji blinks. four times. “from college?”

you nod. there’s a lull in the conversation before he sighs, turning you around to face him.

“did you ever regret choosing me over him?” he’s dead serious.

“never.” you are too.

and right then and there, he kisses you. like he means it. you kiss him back, because he’s yours.

@needtoloveoutloud @rory-cakes @minaluvu @tenjikusstuff4 @cherrypieyourface @strawberrygloom1 @bows4life @dreamsofnaughtiness @suitstars @vivianne666 @this-is-me-lolol @kettlepop @giocriedpower @literaleftist @yuminako @kagtobis @wolffmaiden @gsyche @fllavviiaa @guitarstringed-scars @hibernatinghamster @ryuverse @muyyie @gra-eae @phoenix-eclipses @cnnmairoll @neuviloved @reneny @elliott0o0 @girlkissersco @aliensstolemyheart

imagining cap & peggy slowdance

#hq x reader #haikyuu x reader #smau series #haikyuu smau #hq smau #iwaizumi x reader #akaashi x reader #haikyuu #Spotify

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noturlondonboy · 1 month ago

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Headcanons for genderqueer Kate coming out to Yelena?

I feel like queerness in general is still a bit of a learning curve for Yelena considering her oppressive upbringing (but that’s my headcanon! All good if you don’t see it that way)

No you are so correct my friend let’s see what I can cook

WALL OF TEXT GO

-we could start on her coming out as gay first honestly. She’s not exactly nervous about it but she’s already crushing on Yelena and doesn’t really know how to go about it

-plus the internalized homophobia is strong and horrible. Yelena knows about Gay People, yea, but she’s convinced herself that nobody she knows personally is queer and there’s no excuse for her to be attracted to women

-Kate decides to just casually drop it into a conversation by mentioning a past girlfriend or a woman she thinks is really pretty (cough cough Florence Pugh)

-Yelena is just giving her A Look and asks is Kate is attracted to women, and her tone isn’t exactly very nice because she’s freaking the fuck out on the inside

-Kate gets all quiet and nods and gets ready to be rejected in some form or another but Yelena is completely silent and just leaves

-she goes to Natasha immediately and kinda just has a meltdown because she realizes that yes, she is massively into Kate and yes, it feels awful and wonderful at the same time and she’s terrified and wants to run away

-Natasha says the right things but is also just kinda like “…you know that I’m dating Wanda/Maria/Peggy (choose your favorite) right?”

-she eventually decides that she needs to see Kate and apologize for how she left and heads back to her apartment

-Kate meanwhile is NOT having a good time. Miss girl is kinda just crying on the couch with her dog because she’s just like me actually

-Yelena knocks on the door for the first time in her life because she feels bad. She calls out for Kate when she doesn’t respond, but still the door doesn’t open for her and she knows she doesn’t have the right to pick the lock like usual

-she apologizes through the door and explains why she reacted the way she did and that she doesn’t think Kate is disgusting and maybe lets it slip that she’s kinda into her

-which of course prompts Kate to open the door immediately

-Yelena can see that she’s been crying and nearly bursts into tears herself “oh malen’kiy yastreb… I’m so sorry”

-unclear who moved first but suddenly they’re kissing and obviously it’s the fucking best cuz duh

-they’re dating for a whileeee before Kate starts to explore her gender. (Pretty similar to it went in some of the other posts I’ve made) but it makes her panic a little when she realizes that she should probably talk to Yelena about it

-Yelena knows something is up but doesn’t want to push it

-Kate is trying to work up the courage to just blurt it out but accidentally goes “would you still love me if I was a worm” and Yelena just goes of course stupid because Kate asks her that like three times a week

-except when she looks over at her Kate is on the verge of tears and looks so distressed and disconnected and something is clearly actually wrong

-Yelena asks if she’s ok and Kate just shakes her head and starts crying and Yelena is kind of expecting the worst because yes, Kate gets upset about things, yes Kate has cried before and struggled and had a hard time but this is clearly different

-“I don’t think I’m a girl, Lena”

-Yelena does NOT know how to respond to that but she can see that Kate is kinda goin through it so she just nods and says ok and they cuddle

-she takes the night to think about it, and meanwhile Kate is just panicking and stressing and trying not to cry herself to sleep but it also feels so good to have finally just voiced it

-they talk in the morning, and Yelena apologizes for not really saying anything but assures Kate she still loves her and doesn’t want anything about their relationship to change

-she’s never given gender much thought in the first place and she’s gotten so much more comfortable with stuff that’s lgbtq related and honestly if Kate needs something to be different in order to be comfortable Yelena will make it happen

-Yelena would explode buildings and dismantle governments for Kate Bishop ok

#mustyoudothat #genderqueer!kate bishop #genderqueer!kate bishop headcannons #Yelena belova #bishova #Katelena #london answers asks #London can make friends #fanfic #mcu

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holylulusworld · 1 year ago

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Best night of your life (2)

Summary: You get the offer of your life.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Plussized!Reader, Implied former Helmut Zemo x Plussized!Reader

Warnings: a lil angst, unrequited feelings (kinda), cocky Bucky, teasing, implied smut, light smut, oral (fem rec), bitchy Peggy Carter

A/N: I love being a tease...

>> Part 1

“Fuck, look at you,” he purrs in your ear. Bucky has you sprawling out on his desk. A very expensive desk. Not that you had the time to get a closer look. He was all too eager to shove you dress up your thighs and spread your legs. “Such a pretty pussy for me to ruin.”

His face ended up between your thighs seconds after he ripped your panties down your trembling legs. “OH GOD,” you grab a fistful of his hair, tugging hard as your legs begin to shake again. “Y-ou didn’t exaggerate.”

Bucky chuckles against your cunt. He gives your thrumming clit a few more kitten licks before he gets up from the floor to lean over your body. Bucky greedily claims your lips, tongue sliding over yours. “That was the most delicious pussy I ever tasted, doll. I hope to do this again with you.”

“More?” you whine. “You promised me the night of my life. Your mouth is very good, but I’m curious if your cock can keep up with your tongue.”

“Sweetness, you won’t survive taking my cock after I ate you out,” he grins. Damn, that man. His second name should be cockiness, not Buchanan. “Let me take you out on a date before I feed this pussy with my cock.”

“Hey, don’t chicken out now,” you mutter. “I want that dick, and I want it now.”

He laughs at your attitude. “Baby doll, I won’t fuck you before we had our first date.” Bucky’s eyes darken when you wrap your legs around his waistline. “You’re a bad girl, aren’t you?”

“Depends…” You watch Bucky place his hands on each side of your head. He cages you with his body, teasing you with the feeling of having him on top of you.

“On what?” He asks.

“If you like a bad girl.”

“I like you,” Bucky claims your lips again. “I think we can find a compromise.”

“Shoot me, Sir.”

He laughs wholeheartedly at your reply. Bucky pecks your lips and pushes off the desk to hold out his hand for you.

“We will go back downstairs, dine together, and after I kicked my guests out, I’m going to ruin this pretty pussy and make you mine…”

Bucky led you back downstairs to dine with you. Now he shoves another canape into your mouth, smirking as you eat out of his hand. Literally…

“Such a good girl for me,” he whispers lowly. His erection prominent in his pants he already imagines how he ruins you the moment the last guest left his house. “I will make you scream my name tonight.”

“I already did,” you cock your head to look at his crotch, “didn’t I? Right after you pushed your thick and talented fingers inside of my greedy hole.”

“Holy,” he curses under his breath. “You dirty girl. Where have you been all my life?” He furrows his brows, expecting an answer.

“I was dating the wrong guys, I guess,” as you run your hands over Bucky’s chest, a pair of jealous eyes follow the motion.

Once again, Margaret didn’t get every man’s attention, because of you.

She grabs Helmut’s wrist to move a little closer to your position.

“Peggy, what’s wrong?” Helmut wants to know. He thought Peggy will be all over him, and now, she seems to be more interested in listening to your and Bucky’s conversation.

“I just want to know how she wants to get rid of the extra calories,” Peggy sneers when you look in her direction. You grit your teeth, ready to give her a snarky comeback.

“Well, that’s easy,” Bucky jumps in. He narrows his eyes at Peggy and smirks, “I will fuck every single calorie out of her body tonight, and every night after. Not that I want her to lose one single pound. Y/N is perfect the way she is and gets me rock-hard.”

You are speechless and just watch Bucky snap his fingers at his bodyguards. “Miss Carter wants to leave my home now. Make sure she finds her way.” He says, nodding at Helmut. “You are welcome to join her.”

Bucky smirks when you pounce on him. You press your lips to his ear, and purr. “How about you kick all of them out right now and fuck me on that buffet. I’m on the menu tonight…”

“Fuck, I knew it was the best decision of my life to order food from this catering company…”

>> Part 3

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#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #mafia au #Best night of your life (2)#mobster!bucky #mobster!bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes fanfiction

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youvebeenlivingfictional · 1 year ago

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20, 22, or 41 (I can’t decide) from the kiss prompts with George Russell 💚

this is an approximation of my face upon receiving this ask:

Prompt: Kissing in a stairwell, giving them an artificial height difference; a chaste kiss given to each other because they are in mixed company; Kisses shared under an umbrella

Warnings: George and Reader are Married™; smooches; truly this is just tooth-rotting fluff; my abiding fascination with Jay Gould and his place in George Russell's character creation

“You’re late,” You tutted softly, glancing from your guests as George pressed a kiss to your cheek.

“I couldn’t get away, I’m sorry.”

You’d expected him to say that he got caught up in paperwork, but if he couldn’t get away from that meeting—Your stomach flipped, eyes wide as you turned fully to get a better look at George. He gently waved away your concern.

“Mr. Gould and I simply become distracted before discussing business," He insisted.

“Distracted by what?”

“We were discussing our families. It was quite a genial conversation.”

“Alright,” You nodded, glancing back toward the party attendees. “As long as you’re sure.”

George chuckled, pressing a chaste, gentle kiss to your lips.

“Quite sure, darling," He reassured, "I was in the room, after all.”

You pursed your lips to fight back a laugh, instead reaching out and gently pinching his cheek in reprimand.

“Mrs. Russell?”

You turned to the question, smiling when you spotted Marian and Peggy.

“I’m afraid we must return to my aunt’s,” Marian smiled regretfully. “But thank you for the lovely afternoon.”

“Of course! Oh, do let me see you out. Excuse me,” You patted George’s arm before hurrying toward the stairs.

“Where are you going?” George frowned, following you and stopping by the banister as you stilled on the third step.

“To get my coat.”

“Send your ladies maid.”

“I don’t mind,” You insisted. He shook his head, a fond smile on his lips.

“My stubborn girl.”

You grinned, leaning down and pressing another gentle kiss to his lips before turning to Peggy and Marian.

“I won’t be a moment!”

“My goodness, it’s a wonder you made it over without drowning!” Ada tutted, eyes wandering the three of you. You, Marian, and Peggy were still giggling, your hair and clothes soaked by the sudden downpour that you’d gotten caught up in on your way across the street.

“Isn’t it,” Agnes agreed dryly. “Another moment and you would’ve been swimming across the avenue.”

“We are so sorry we couldn’t make it to tea,” Ada insisted, “Aren’t we, Agnes? We simply weren’t feeling well.”

“There’s nothing to apologize for,” You shook your head. “I’ve been meaning to look in for some time.”

“How kind.”

You knew from Agnes’ tone that she didn’t mean it as she said it, but you knew better than to quarrel with the woman when you were dropping water all over her front hall. You opened your mouth to ask after them, but you were drowned out by the sound of the bell.

“Who could that be!” Ada asked brightly, peering around you as their footman hurried around you to get the door. Your brows raised at the sight of George on the doorstep, and large umbrella in hand.

“Mrs. Van Rhijn, ladies,” He nodded to each of them. “I’ve come to collect my wife.”

“Your timing is impeccable,” Agnes muttered.

“Won’t you stay for some cake?” Ada offered.

“Thank you, no,” You shook your head. “We really should get back. It was wonderful to see you Miss Brook, Mrs. Van Rhijn. Marian, Peggy, lovely as always.”

You stepped out onto the stoop, away from their goodbyes, taking George’s arm with one hand and lifting your skirt slightly with the other as you took care walking down the slick steps.

“Did you really leave our guests without a host just because it started to rain?” You chuckled, picking up your pace as he led you across the street.

“I didn’t want you looking like a drowned rat when you returned.”

“Very thoughtful, but you could’ve sent a footman.”

George came to a stop on the sidewalk, turning to face you as he held the umbrella over your heads. You searched his face, stomach a flurry of butterflies as he fixed you with a warm smile.

“I don’t mind,” He insisted softly. You grinned, leaning in and pressing a tender kiss to his lips. He lifted his other hand, cupping your cheek as his lips tenderly slipped against yours.

“Come on,” You murmured, drawing away. “We ought to get back inside before we catch our death.”

“Mm. And before the guests grow suspicious.”

"Thank you for coming to get me."

"You're very welcome, my love."

Tagging all the fellow George Russell girliiiiiiies: @massivecolorspygiant ; @nominalnebula ; @foxilayde

#George Russell x Reader #George Russell x You #George Russell/Reader #George Russell/You #George Russell fic #George Russell imagine #George Russell The Gilded Age #asks #replies #requests #Prompts #Danny Tag

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robertdowneyjjr · 1 year ago

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so none of this is what any of you asked for, but part 3 of the stonyclunks soulmates au @stark-and-shield @polizwrites @soliloquent-stark

(parts one and two)

tony spends his flight home from london agonizing over what he should do next.

on the one hand, his feelings about captain america haven’t changed. if anything, he’s now even more adamant that he wants nothing to do with him, because not only does tony now have proof that cap is a total dick, he also now feels like all that childhood trauma?? was the result of a lie. now he knows that he grew up being compared to someone who isn’t even really as great as his dad made him seem. so maybe now he has some validation (and vindication) that howard was wrong. but still, he could have just done without the years of feeling like he wasn’t good enough.

on the other hand, he’s a hopeless romantic at heart and he’s always dreamed of meeting and growing old with his soulmate. he grew up surrounded by them — his parents are soulmates. ana and edwin jarvis are soulmates. aunt peggy and uncle daniel are soulmates. that nature-defying love has always been the shining example of what real happiness is to him and he’s been desperate for it since he was 25, the average age when people meet their soulmates. the fact that he lived until he was 38 and still never met his soulmate had hurt him everyday. and sure, he’s happy in other ways. he’s content with how his life has turned out. he has amazing friends. he has a family that supports him. but god, he wants to share it with someone who he knows is fated to be his.

now, he’s kind of annoyed that he and his dad have another thing in common, what with howard not meeting maria until he was in his 40’s. and at this point he’s starting to think that being soulmates with captain america is some sort of sick cosmic joke that the universe is playing on him.

also he’s really, really pissed that the words that are permanently marked on his skin are so ugly.

at dinner before their night at the opera, tony tells maria, “mama, i met my soulmate.”

“oh that’s wonderful, antonio! tell me all about them!”

maria can hardly contain her excitement, and tony feels awful that the news he’s about to share isn’t worth her feeling this happy about.

“it was two weeks ago, a total accident. he was really mean,” he explains softly. if they weren’t in public right now he might even have just shown her the words on his thigh, but he knows her protective instincts would rear their head immediately and she’d skip the opera just to get started on hunting down the man who spit such vitriol at her son.

“oh. well, has he apologized for it?” maria asks. “i hope he has some basic manners, at least. i won’t allow someone who treats my son such poorly into the family, whether you’re soulmates or not.”

“he… has. quite dramatically,” tony says, thinking about the instagram post that had been causing a media frenzy for a week now.

“well, good. he should know you’re to be treasured,” maria sniffs. “when will i get to meet him?”

“i haven’t seen him again since. i don’t know if i really want to.”

“why not, bambino? you’ve always wanted to meet your soulmate.”

“mama… it’s captain america.”

maria looks around the restaurant. “where? i thought howard was with him tonight. crazy old man, still thinks he’s in his prime and trying to keep up with people half his age.”

“no, mama. my soulmate. he’s captain america.”

“oh. oh dear.”

“yeah.” tony picks up his fork and starts eating again. “i think i might just be better off dying alone.”

maria doesn’t know whether to laugh or cry. suddenly all the excessive whining from steve that howard has been telling her about makes a lot more sense. she knows that steve is a good man. maybe not perfect like howard always made him out to be. but kind, nonetheless. he would be good to tony, good for him, she’s sure. tony just needs to give him a chance.

but also, like she said, tony should be treasured. if steve wants to make up for how they started off, he needs to pull out all the stops. tony deserves nothing less than the best, after all. and to be honest, maria thinks she might enjoy watching steve grovel a bit. she’s also looking forward to making fun of howard for having such an idiot as a best friend and future son-in-law.

so she starts planning.

“tonio, darling, why don’t you stay over at the mansion tonight? ana was just saying we haven’t had brunch with you in ages.”

“sure, mama.”

under the table, she texts howard.

M: is steve still pouting about his life?

H: unfortunately. i’m just glad beer does nothing for him. i can’t imagine how much worse this all could be if he were drunk.

M: poor boy. maybe he’s also feeling a bit lonely. there are plenty of rooms in the mansion if he doesn’t want to go home to an empty apartment tonight.

H: he might like that. i’ll let him know.

#maria loves to meddle okay she just wants her son to be happy but she also wants to have her fun #while writing this i also just realized that howard should be basically on his deathbed now he’s so old #but let’s just say… when you meet your soulmate you start aging slower. okay yes let’s go with that #stonyclunks soulmates au #stevetony #stony #kay writes things

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sashaisready · 9 months ago

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The Blood Pact: Chapter 14 - Run

Bucky Barnes Vampire AU x Female Reader

Reeling from a bad break-up, you're desperately trying to find a new place to live but the Brooklyn rental market is a complete nightmare. You take a chance on an intriguing newspaper ad and enquire about a room in a shared house, where you'd be living with two mysterious men. The catch is that they want something other than your money for you to pay the rent...the one thing they don't have

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Chapter 15

Here we gooooo. No major warnings here as it escalates in the next chapter, just some mild sexual references for now. As always I’m grateful for comments/reblogs 💜

The night of the vampire party flew around quickly. You stood in the kitchen about an hour before it was due to start, washing the dishes after dinner. Bucky was upstairs getting ready and you were feeling good in your favourite dress, ready for a girls night out with Nat and Wanda. You planned to crash on Wanda’s couch and creep back to the house when the sun was up and it was officially vampire-free (apart from your snoozing boyfriend and his best friend, of course). You hadn’t seen your friends properly for a while so were looking forward to some decent girl time with them both.

“Hey sweetie” Steve sang as he shot into the kitchen. He’d been rushing around since he got up, scrubbing at imaginary specks of dirt and ensuring everything was perfect for the big night.

“Hi Stevie” you replied as you put your clean dishes back in the cabinet. “Look, I’m all done – no evidence of human meals here”.

He laughed. “Thanks ‘hon. I promise I wasn’t checking up on you. I actually wanted to ask if I could borrow your nice wine glasses tonight, you know the crystal ones?”

You eyed him suspiciously. “And…will you be drinking blood from these glasses?”

He shrugged, giving you a look that confirmed he absolutely would be.

“Steve…c’mon” you chastised. “You have loads of fancy antique ones. How can I enjoy my wine now when I know the glass was just filled to the brim with human blood?”

“Please! I’ll buy you new ones, I promise” he pleaded. “And we don’t fill to the brim, we have standards you know”.

You both laughed and you rolled your eyes, waving your hands at him dismissively.

“Fine. But I want fancy new ones. No cheap TJ Maxx ones” you mock scolded.

Steve grinned, locking you into one of his trademark bearhugs. “You got it. Thank you!”

He began to take the glasses out of the cabinet as you wiped your hands and headed out the door to finish getting ready.

“Wait…” Steve called, his voice soft.

“What?” you asked as you spun to face him. “Don’t say you want my cocktail glasses too…”

He shook his head, then leaned against the counter.

“I uh…hope you don’t mind, but Buck mentioned you had asked about him turning you” he muttered quietly.

You nodded. “Uh huh…went down like a lead balloon” you laughed in an attempt to sound breezy, but it was strained.

“He told me what happened. I just wanted to check you were okay?” Steve watched you carefully.

“Yeah…I mean. I get it. He’s looking out for me” you replied.

Steve nodded. “He is. I hope you know how much you mean to him. Him not wanting to do that…it doesn’t change how he feels”.

You smiled, unable to help the blush you felt spread over your cheeks and neck at how hearing that makes you feel. “Thanks Steve. He means a lot to me, too”.

He smiled back before studying your face. “Tell me if I’m…out of line, but is any of this because of what I told you about me and Peggy?”

You flinched, surprised by his intuition.

“Maybe a little” you admitted. “It’s just…makes me wonder if we’re doomed. If human and vampire couples can’t work unless the human is turned. Maybe our lives are just too different”.

“Not necessarily” Steve replied. “Don’t get me wrong, it’s tough. But it’s not impossible”.

“But you…”

“The truth is, Peggy didn’t really want this life” he explained, gesturing at the space around him. “She thought she did, and we were going to…but I realised she had all this stuff she wanted to achieve in her career... Stuff she’d never have been able to do if she lived on the edge of society like I did. And you know what, she did it all. She founded her own intelligence agency, she was at the forefront of this big operation and her work saved countless lives. If I had turned her she never would’ve had the life she wanted, that she deserved. I’m so grateful I realised before it was too late. I couldn’t live with myself if we’d gone through with it and she later resented me for taking that from her”.

You nodded, slightly taken aback by this revelation. “Was she mad at you? For going back on it?”

He laughed heartily. “Oh…big time. At one point I thought she was going to throw me out in the sun she was so mad. She was furious that I’d taken her choice away from her, said I was acting like I knew better than she did about what she wanted. But you know what?”

You nodded, understanding full well how she must’ve felt. You signalled for him to continue.

“Years later…she wrote a letter asking to meet, and so we met up in DC. She was much older by then, but still beautiful. She was thinking about stepping down from work because her daughter had just had a baby and she wanted to get to know her grandchild, reconnect with her kids...She thanked me, she told me I was right and I made the right choice for us both. She said she most likely wouldn’t have regretted a very different life with me, but she loved the life she had – and she was grateful”.

“Oh, Steve” you rushed to him and hugged him, your eyes glossy with tears. It must’ve been so painful for him to lose his great love.

“So you see, Buck is right to be cautious” he explained soothingly. “It’s about you, not about him. And who knows, maybe in a few years it’ll be different. But for now, trust me when I say there’s no rush”.

You smiled up at him, nodding. “Thank-you, Steve. I appreciate it”.

You both looked at one another in quiet understanding for a moment when Bucky’s booming voice suddenly rang through the house.

“Steve! Can I borrow that grey blazer of yours I like?”

Steve rolled his eyes and you giggled, cocking your head and gesturing upstairs.

“You better go help that diva, you know how he gets”.

Steve smirked and affectionately rubbed your shoulder. “I’m glad we had this talk”.

“Me too” you smiled.

“Steve!” Bucky bellowed again, much less patiently now.

Steve huffed and disappeared out of the room.

You chuckled to yourself as wiped down the sink. You felt strangely lighter, grateful to Steve for seeking you out and speaking to you. He must’ve known how you would feel after that conversation with Bucky, having been through something similar himself, and he took it upon himself to make you feel better. You were grateful for his empathy, counting yourself lucky to have him as a friend.

As for Bucky, the chat had given you a renewed perspective. You knew he was only looking out for you, but hearing more about it from the other side was helpful. Part of you had felt rejected when he’d refused, as silly as that might be, as if he didn’t wantto turn you because he didn’t want you. Logically you knew it wasn’t true, but it had made you feel better to hear Steve echo what Bucky had already told you.

And they were correct, it was a huge deal. Huger than you could fully grasp. You were already hesitant and unsure if you were able to give up everything you’d need to, and you and Bucky were enjoying figuring out your relationship and spending time together – so why rush? Both he and Steve were right – you were just going to enjoy the ride for now.

You were so caught up in your thoughts you hadn’t noticed the pair of strong arms curl around your waist until they tightened and vaulted you up off the floor.

“Hey Doll” Bucky growled in your ear as you squawked in surprise.

You batted him away as he gracefully placed you back down.

“Hey!” you said playfully. “Why are you quietly creeping around? Creep”.

“I wasn’t quiet, you’re just oblivious” he grinned.

You turned to look at him properly, managing to stifle a short intake of breath as you took him all in. Steve’s purloined blazer was certainly put to good use, showing off Bucky’s broad back and shoulders. His crisp white shirt clung to his wide torso and his slacks hugged his sturdy thighs. As always he’d put a dab of product in his hair but a few rogue strands had already escaped across his forehead.

You could almost eat him up.

(So to speak…)

His expression darkened with mischief as he clearly recognised that look in your eye. He took a second to look you over, his hands grazing over your hips and waist as he pulled you closer. He leaned over and whispered in your ear, causing a shiver down your spine as his words fluttered against you. His finger lazily found its way under your skirt, delicately sliding across your thigh and threatening to move higher.

“Why don’t I just tell Steve the party’s off” he murmured, his teeth playfully catching your earlobe. “Then we can have a private party of our own…”.

You felt the moisture pool between your legs at his words and your libido momentarily took over as your eyes met his. You would happily blow off Nat and Wanda if it meant him taking you upstairs and making it tricky for you to walk in the morning…

“C’mon” you sternly whispered back, grabbing his wrist and reluctantly removing it from your leg. “You’re seeing your friends and I’m seeing mine. Let’s be good”.

He shot you a mock pout. “Where’s the fun in being good?”

“We could have our party tomorrow instead?” you replied breathily, your finger running along the slither of chest peering out from his top button.

“How about you come meet me at sundown?” you continued as your finger worked its way up his chin. “I’ll be waiting in the kitchen…wearing a little dress…and you get to find out if I decided wear underwear or not?”

He grinned, eyes darkening with lust as his hands skimmed over your backside.

“Fine. But you better not be”.

He punctuated his sentence with a sharp smack to your ass causing you to squeak in surprise.

“You’re insatiable” you teased.

He winked and you giggled as you kissed him.

🩸

Your eyes creaked open as you blearily took in your surroundings. It was bright wherever you were, too bright in fact. You squinted and held your arm up to shield your eyes as you sat up and looked around the room.

You were on a couch…a couch? Wanda’s couch! Right! You had crashed here after your night out. It was strange being back here again, this had been your temporary home after your break up so it didn’t exactly fill you with warm and fuzzies to relive that time.

There were no shades on the living room window so the morning sun was almost blinding. As you moved upright you noticed the thumping in your skull and the dryness of your throat, the evening of drinking and dancing catching up with you. You groaned as you lumbered to the sink and poured yourself a glass of water, greedily guzzling it down as if you’d been lost in the desert for days.

You poured another and sipped from this one sensibly as you didn’t know if your stomach could take any more gulping. You tracked down your discarded purse which you seemed to have launched across the room at some point, finding your shoes along the way. You pulled out your phone and checked the time. 7.30am. You winced, this was no hour for a hangover. You had a couple of texts from Bucky sent in the early hours, telling you the party went well but he missed you. You smiled at his words, already looking forward to seeing him later that evening.

It had been a great night with Nat and Wanda. Maybe too great. You had thrown caution to the wind, chucking back drinks and dancing until your feet could no longer carry you. Eventually you had all set off on a mission to find restorative fries, linking arms and striding down the street as Nat threatened any creeps who dared try talk to any of you. It had felt like you had laughed constantly, nobody else existed of your trio. You realised how much you’d missed them now you spent so much time with Bucky, vowing to ensure you all met more regularly going forward.

You toyed with the idea of flopping back onto the couch and getting another couple of hours of shut eye. You could hear gentle snoring coming from the bedroom down the hall, Wanda and Vis must’ve been utterly dead to the world, oblivious to you stalking about in their apartment. You had a flashback to a poor dishevelled Vis being rudely awakened by Wanda crashing in a heap through the front door, him gently trying to coax her to bed as you laughed so hard your sides hurt.

You felt jealous of their big warm bed, imagining the comfort of your own sheets, and so made the split decision to go home and sleep off your hangover in one of your favourite places. You ripped a page from the notebook on the kitchen table and scribbled a message on it before affixing to the fridge.

GONE HOME 2 SLEEP AND DIE OF HANGOVER – THANKS FOR LETTING ME CRASH, GREAT NIGHT - LOVE U xx

You ensured you had all of your stuff and crept out as quietly as you could, wincing as you closed the door behind you and hoping they wouldn’t wake up. You were looking forward to collapsing into bed and having a lazy day before making up for lost time with Bucky later.

One subway ride and a hastily bought bottle of water from the bodega later, your key was in the front door and you were home. You let yourself in, yawning as you kicked your heels off in the hallway and strolling into the kitchen. It was a little bit after 8am.

The kitchen was chaos. Maroon stained drinking glasses strewn everywhere (including your beloved crystal set), drops of blood on the counter, a discarded wash cloth where someone had clearly attempted to make a start cleaning but had given up early on. A misplaced hat had been abandoned on the kitchen table, and half a deck of playing cards seemed to be littered across every surface. The dregs of a fun party, it seemed. Looks like the creatures of the night really let their hair down.

Amongst the chaos your eyes were drawn to a note on the fridge, so you walked over to get a closer look.

Sorry about the mess – do NOT clean, we’ll do it when we get up. Promise. x Steve

You chuckled and grabbed a couple of crackers from the cabinet, chomping them down to satiate your hunger as you fired off a message to Nat and Wanda about how much fun you’d had. Nat had stuck a few blurred photos from the night in the group chat, you smiled fondly as you scrolled and ascended the stairs.

You stretched and yawned as you turned the handle to your bedroom, grateful for the house’s complete silence as you prepared to get a bit more sleep. One of the pluses of living with Steve and Bucky was that you were never disturbed in the mornings, free to snooze for as long as you liked without interruption.

The room was dark, your shades still drawn from last night. That was fine, sunlight wasn’t exactly your friend right now. You flicked on your light switch and ambled into the room, tossing your phone and water bottle onto the night stand as you peeled back the covers.

It was then that you heard a voice from the corner of the room. A voice that shook you from your quiet solitude, chilling your very bones.

“So nice to see you again, baby” it said.

You turned painfully slowly, fear gripping you entirely as you dreaded turning and facing whoever or whatever was in your room. Something primal in your brain screamed for you to run, danger, danger! Get out! Danger!

Finally your eyes met his and you were amazed that you were still standing.

It was the man you had met in the park last week. What had Bucky called him? Rumbold? Runlow?

Rumlow.

He grinned at you, his smile predatory and dangerous.

“Good morning. I hope you don’t mind, but I haven’t had my breakfast yet” he rasped. “And I’m famished”.

You began to run.

#Vampire bucky barnes #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x reader #the blood pact fic #james bucky barnes #Vampire bucky au #Vampire bucky x you #Vampire bucky x reader

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thewheelweevils · 1 year ago

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My hottest of WoT finale takes

*spoilers through S2E8*

This has been a very solid season. The direction the story went was unexpected and yet fits the overall books’ direction, and lots of little changes and retroactive adjustments made a big difference for me—like giving gleemen back their colorful patched cloaks, letting us see more weave colors, etc. While I appreciated S1, one of my issues was it not fully feeling like the WoT setting I had grown to love in the books, and this season very much did.

Where does the take get hot?

I, um … I thought the writing and pacing of the second half of the finale was kind of … bad?

Okay, let me explain.

Example: We have Lord Ingtar and Loial and Masema (the “and Peggy” of the trio) just … they have the Horn now, and they mention in one line that “A Carhein woman helped us sneak it out” … and that all happened off screen, and while I could infer we’re talking about Lanfear, it really felt like we had skipped a scene, especially since I’m pretty sure that was these characters’ first appearance in this episode and we had no notion that they were trying to escape or what their plan was, etc.

And from that point in the episode to the end, it just felt like everything had been clipped down to bullet points. The dialogue felt super abbreviated, and in other places felt like a line was added in a super awkward way to make sure the audience understood something that I think they could’ve inferred.

I think it would’ve been more powerful, for instance, if when Rand sees Elayne, he doesn’t say anything—just stares and then we cut to the awesome shot of Elayne’s head haloed by the sun

Likewise if we had just cut to Aviendha, Bain, and Chiad just looking up in awe at Rand and the fire weave dragon in silence, I think it’d have been more powerful than Aviendha saying “Car’a’carn”

It’s like they just ran out of runtime and had to condense the finale down to its barest bones. Which is almost certainly what happened.

Okay, but that’s not too hot of a take.

Okay, here’s where the fire falls.

For all the above complaints

It was

And I really do mean this

In my humblest of opinions

A big improvement on the ending of The Great Hunt.

The Great Hunt’s ending was spectacular imho right up until the Horn of Valere is blown. And then it flies right off the rails. The Great Hunt spoilers below, but it’s not really all that different from the S2 finale in terms of outcomes.

A mist arises

Artur Hawkwing and the other Heroes of the Horn appear

They talk and have some playful banter that didn’t age great (“and women!” Brigitte Silverbow said. “And women,” agreed Hawkwing [audience gives a hearty chuckle])

Rand leads the heroes of the horn into … battle? And Perrin has to be Rand’s standard bearer and Mat is asked to just keep toot-tooting on the horn to … inspire the troops? And they spend the battle just … holding a banner and rooting on the Horn?

Ishamael is there in the mists

But it’s in the sky???

But it’s not because the Heroes of the Horn are on the ground

But they’re also in the sky?

And Ishamael and Rand don’t have a channeling battle; they have … a swordfight? Except Ishamael is using a staff? And I guess they’re like One Power proxy weapons because they have supernatural abilities if they make contact?

But the Heroes are definitely on the ground because when Rand has the upper hand, the battle goes well for them and when Ishamael has the upper hand it goes poorly for them?

And everyone can see Rand and Ishamael fighting in the sky like it’s friggin’ Fantasmic with no explanation as to why or how or what purpose it serves, just that that’s the prophecy and so they’re in the sky and everyone (especially the young women) gets to be super impressed with Rand?

Mat, presumably, is still just a-tooting on the horn of Valere the whole time

And then when Rand stabs Ishamael, he, they, it … no more in the sky?

Rand is found wounded on the ground and not in the sky?

And then things pick up again at the end of the book.

But it’s one of those moments that throughout the rest of the series is just like … what? Huh? What was THAT? Nothing like it ever happens again and nobody ever attempts to make it make sense. It’s just one of those things that just … we have to move on from.

Season 2 finale resolves most of that in ways I really like. Exception: the Dragon Banner that is just a fire weave illusion from Moiraine … that gave off the same vibe to me as that scene in Eragon 2006: “And are we together, Saphira? AS ONE????” (Dragon roar and fire.) I just imagine that Moiraine is sitting there channeling the weave and Lan is like, “Okay, Moiraine! Now make it roar!” But. Minor quibble.

BUT ANYWAY. The finale just kind of felt rushed, like it needed to be 30% longer. But the changes were imho big improvements on the Fight in the Sky of The Great Hunt.

By making the “sky” part just a tall tower made it all make so much more sense and less silly. And having our whole main cast together with Rand and DOING STUFF and not relegated to tooting merrily on the Horn of Valere and holding Rand’s stuff for him was a great improvement. Egwene taking on Ishamael and actually surviving against him for as long as she did, Perrin coming in, Elayne healing Rand, etc. Such an improvement imho. Taking one of the few WoT moments that I always cringed at and making it a solid, grounded moment.

That’s my super hot take. Don’t hate me.

And Uno as a hero of the horn was amazing. Could not have loved that more.

I am delighted to see that I appear to be in the minority on this. I’m so glad to see so many people loving the finale.

#wheel of time #wot #the wheel of time #wheel of time prime #wheel of time season 2 #unreasonably attractive fandom #wheel of time show #egwene al'vere #nynaeve al'meara #perrin aybara #elayne trakand #rand al'thor

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 5 months ago

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Someone New 3

No tag lists. Do not send asks or DMs about updates. Review my pinned post for guidelines, masterlist, etc.

Warnings: this fic will include angst, pining, romcom tropes, and some darker elements later in the series. Some triggers may not be specifically tagged. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This fic will contain explicit content. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You’ve had a crush on your best friend for years, but you’re slapped in the face with reality when he takes things to the next level with his girlfriend.

Characters: Steve Rogers, Thor

Note: why am I so anxious all the time?

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me.

Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!) Please do not just put ‘more’. I will block you.

I love you all immensely. Take care. 💖

If Peggy’s party promised everything would change, the ‘yes’ you give to Arturo pays on that promise. Almost at once, everything is different. Your boring, orderly life is suddenly thrown into chaos. You have a hundred worries at once and not enough times; passport, visa, packing, flights. Not too mention all that you’re leaving behind; apartment, furniture, and... friends.

It’ll be good. You keep telling yourself that, just like Arturo, just like Sam. They seem more excited than you are. You struggle to see past the grief of saying goodbye to the life you built there; the life you built around Steve and false hopes. It’s foolish and naive but it still hurts.

And you’re scared. Norway. It’s far away. And you’ll be all alone. You survived college because you found Steve; you could stomach the furor of the city for Sam and Bucky, but on your own, what could you do? You’re not brave or bold or anything like that.

It doesn’t matter. You’re going to work. To forget. Focus on the dig, don’t think about everything else.

You’ve already lost so much. Steve’s busy, you are too. Maybe that’s good. You have to condition yourself for the trip. For a new life. A year is a long time. You feel like the newly graduated teen heading off to college, the one who walked into the wrong lecture hall on that fated day, the one he picked out and put firmly in her place; a friend, just a friend.

As you sort through your closet, tossing fabric into one pile or the other, your music stops playing and your phone buzzes loudly against your nightstand. You hurry to pick it up as that noise makes your neck bristle. You hate it.

You pick up without checking the display. You hope it’s the visa office. No, it’s Sam.

“Hey, chicky poo,” he chirps from the other end.

“Chicky poo?” You echo flatly.

“Hm, you’re right, I’ll keep workshopping,” he chuckles, “so you’re leaving in a week?”

“As long as my paperwork shows up,” you sighs and cross your arm over your middle. You sway as you look around at the clutter of your bedroom. “And I can get all this shit out of my place.”

“When’s your flight?” He asks pointedly. He’s not subtle. Men never are. For years, you’d hoped Steve was being subtle and look how that turned out. You know now he was so obviously not into you.

“Thursday, 5am,” you answer.

“Ah, that’s pretty early to be hungover but it will be worth it.”

“Hungover?” You wonder as you slowly sit on your bed, “why?”

“You’re leaving us so obviously, you need a final hurrah,” he insists, “I’m throwing you a going away party. Just the four of us, unless you have any plus ones?”

“Going away party?”

“Neither of the other jerks are gonna do it,” he scoffs, “nothing fancy, promise. Just some drinks.”

“What about Tuesday? Give me a day to recover?”

“Wednesday works. Steve’ll be back by then.”

“Back by then?” You must sound like a parrot.

“Oh, yeah, the lovers went up north to look at venues for the engagement party. Too bad you won’t make it. I’ll have to drink myself into a stupour all by myself,” he intones.

“Yeah, sorry about that,” you grumble and pick at a wrinkle in your pants.

“Don’t be sorry. You deserve this. I’m so fucking excited for you,” he chimes, “you have to tell me everything. I want pictures of vikings and castles and stuff. All of it.”

“Sam, I’m just going to be digging,” you mutter.

“And? You can’t just go over there an put your head down. Go sightseeing, go out on the town, have a wild one-night stand--”

“Sam,” you drone.

“You need it,” he cackles, “it’ll be a story to bring home with ya. Make us all jealous with your wild Norwegian adventure. Hey,” he pauses and sucks his teeth, “you’re like Uno reversing a whole country. Vikings used to invade others, this is your chance to go right in there and raise hell.”

“You’re stupid,” you laugh and shake your head.

“Never said otherwise.”

“Hm, fine, Wednesday,” you agree, “if I'm gonna be there, I gotta get all this shit packed.”

“Did I not say if you need anything? I can help,” he offers.

“No, no, I got it,” you say, “really, it’s not that much.”

“Right, well, I should get back to it and let you do the same,” he says in a resigned tone.

You hang up and heave. You put the phone down and drop your head into your hands. You feel like you should cry. You’ve felt that tide of tears pushing on your eyes since the party but they just won’t come. All that tension is driving you mad but you just can’t dislodge the nail driven deep into your chest.

💟

Your life is hectic but you’re not surprised Steve isn’t part of the whirlwind. Why would he be? He has so much going on. A wedding is much more important than what could possibly be the most spontaneous and naive decision of your life. Impulsive more than anything. Cowardly when you think about it. You’re running away because you can’t face the truth. Because it’s just easy to leave your emotions in New York.

Still, you thought you’d hear more than this. More than a thumbs up emoji or hearsay from Sam. Even after your conversation on the balcony and his reassurances, you still feel his discontent. Will he really miss you that much or is he just upset you won’t be there to celebrate the love of his life?

It doesn’t matter, does it?

It’s gone so fast and you hope the next year goes just as quickly. That all this passes. Not just the trip but everything else. The sadness, the pain, the fear. You try to be positive. You thought college was scary and look how that turned out.

Ugh, you’re really doing this. You're leaving is all behind. You’re leaving your friends and your family and your home. You have no one to blame but yourself. You could’ve gotten over Steve Rogers a decade ago. More than that. You couldn’t rip the band-aid off, you had to pull it slow so ever hair rends painfully from the flesh.

The GPS guides you between the shining marquee. You can see the pulsing dot of your destination on the screen. You don’t drive towards it, instead hunting for a parking spot among the cramped lots and lined curbs. You should’ve taken a cab but you’re only having one drink and you’re saving for the inevitable expense of hurling yourself halfway across the world.

You get out and grab your phone, your purse hooked over your elbow. You raise the small screen and get your bearings, squinting as you set yourself in the right direction. Just across and at the end.

As you approach the bar, you stop short. This isn’t exactly the flavour. Well, not for them. You peer up at the neon light in the shape of a martini, a bright pink beacon, under which a large group of women cluster. Whoops and hollers go up as they enter and leave you standing out in the technicolour-tinted night. Did you get the address wrong?

You check your messages with Sam. No, it’s correct. Strange. Maybe he didn’t know.

You pull open the violet-shaded glass door and peer around as you step out of the way of the patrons behind you. You text Sam to check if he’s there already. You can’t seem to keep up with the clock hands these days.

As you wait for a response, you glance around. It’s like a Sex and the City reenactment. The guys always teased you for your rants about Carrie Bradshaw’s selfishness. They weren’t much for the genre. With them, it’s sports bars and beers and what ball game is in season. They never notice your cute new earrings or your efforts to spruce up your work clothes with a flashy belt.

‘Here. You’re looking cute.’ Sam’s response comes.

You narrow your eyes and stand on your toes to look around. He’s sitting at a tall table with Bucky, the two of them looking out of place before the feathered centerpiece and glitzy wall art of high heels. You can’t help a grin. This is absolutely ridiculous.

You weave through the tables and bodies, past the bar of gabbing girl groups and a few men mixed in. You near your friends and claim one of the tall stools around the round table. You use the bottom bar to haul yourself up onto the seat and hang your purse from your knee.

“Hey, this place is... sparkly,” you look around with a dumb smile. You can’t help it! You never get a girls’ night.

“It is,” Bucky agrees in a grit.

You stop short. You look at him then at Sam. You didn’t notice before. They’re wearing bows on their heads. Sam has a head band with a gregariously big pink ribbon, whereas Bucky has a glittering purple bow pinned into his thick locks. You laugh and smother it behind your hands.

“What is this?” You snicker.

“We are your ladies tonight!” Sam announces and shifts to stand, bending under the table, “and you get to be queen bee!” He reaches to the floor and you lean to see the huge tote underneath, “here is your tiara!”

He pulls out the plastic tiara with fake pink gems and white feathers. You giggle again as he places it on your head. This is too much.

“Sam! How—this is so stupid. You didn’t have to do all this.”

“What? It’s about time. Don’t worry about us. It’s all about you,” he snaps his finger and points at you, “we’re going to order girly cocktails and dish on the cute dudes.”

Bucky shakes his head as he fixes the bow in his hair, “I wanted a flower.”

You bring your hands down to your next and wiggle on the seat giddily. This is amazing. Your eyes sting and your throat locks up. You’re going to miss these idiots.

“You guys,” you breathe.

“No crying!” Sam claps his hand, “I already got this guy moping around.”

“I’m not moping,” Bucky sniffs.

“We have to decide who’s who. I know you hate Carrie so we’ll save that for Steve. He is the stuck up blond, after all,” Sam smirks, “I’m definitely Samantha, it’s already in my name. And you,” he points at you, “Miranda. The level-headed one who has to put up with our BS. That means Bucky--”

“Charlotte?” Bucky frowns, “can’t I be Stanford?”

You nearly gasp, “Bucky, are you a stan?”

“I’ve seen some episodes,” he shrugs.

“Well, that’s decided,” Sam checks his watch, “where’s that bozo?”

You frown and look around. You look at your phone. You were just on the cusp but Steve is late. Bucky takes out his cell too and all three of you scroll through your screens.

“Whatever, we don’t have to wait for him, drinks,” Sam blacks the screen and sets down his phone. He reaches for the pink pleather drink menu, “I was looking at the Paradise Punch. Sounds interesting.”

“Mm, I’m just having one,” you state, “I gotta drive home.”

“Pfft, don’t worry about it. You can get your car tomorrow.”

“Sam, I leave at five in the morning.”

“Fine, I’ll take care of the car. You’re storing it, aren’t you?”

“I wouldn’t expect--”

“Tonight is going to be fun. No arguing,” he points a long finger at you.

The phone jitters and his phone lights up. He picks it up as your cell remains lifeless in a rare moment of peace, though it’s fraught nonetheless. You peek over at the empty fourth stool.

“He’s not coming,” you utter.

Sam huffs and puts his phone down, “he’s not. Peggy has a work dinner and he’s invited.”

“Oh,” you nod and try not to deflate entirely, “that’s... that’s fine. He said he’d come to the airport but I wasn’t counting on that either.”

“Asshole,” Sam sneers.

“Hey, no,” you shake your head, “he’s busy. He has a wedding and all that--”

“You’re going away,” Bucky surprises you with the emotion in his tone, “and he can’t be here.”

“Really, it’s not--”

“It is,” Sam insists. “How long are you gonna let him walk all over you? Isn’t that why you’re leaving?”

“It’s work, it’s nothing to do with Steve.”

“Sure,” Sam accepts hotly, “keep telling yourself that.” He cringes and swallows, “tonight isn’t about him. For once. It’s about you. Us. Having fun. Saying goodbye. It’s gonna be terrible without you. I hope you know that.”

You could laugh at his rebuke. The conflict between celebratory and reproachful is amusing. You exhale and put your hands up.

“Alright, I got it.”

“Buck,” he gestures to the other man, “go.”

You turn to the Bucky and he slides off his stool. He reaches down under the table and brings up a gift bag. Your mouth falls open. Your chest tweaks, a mixture of glee and guilt. You’re happy to have friends with them but you feel so bad for not seeing it earlier. For being so tunnel-visioned that you couldn’t appreciate them fully.

“This is so—you didn’t have to,” you say.

“We did. Obviously,” Sam scoffs, “don’t worry, my gift is the grand finale.”

“Right,” you smile and accept the bag from Bucky. You push through the tissue paper and pull out the heavy shape inside. You reveal it and just as quickly hide it back in the polka dot bag, “Bucky!”

You let go of the taser and retract your hand. Sam guffaws and Bucky gives a confused grimace, “you need it.”

“What?” You hiss.

“You’re going to be all alone over there. You should be safe.”

“I... appreciate the thought but it’s a bit extreme.”

“He’s right,” Sam adds, “you know, going to the land of the vikings, you can never be too safe. I’ve heard they like to carry women off in their boats.”

“You two,” you roll your eyes.

“My turn,” Sam says, “you’ll love this.”

He once more searches under the table and the tote crinkle. He pulls out an envelope and you tilt your head. Really?

“Money?” You wonder.

“What am I? Your grandma?” He snorts, “here.”

You take the envelope and turn it over. You pull the flap open and reveal a pamphlet within, along with a second slip of paper. A reservation...

“I found this place over there. It’s at some coastal castle, there’s a spa and all that. They do like ancient types of treatments, hot rocks or whatever,” he explains, “I made sure you can adjust the dates too if you need. You just have to call.”

“Wow, that’s... Sam, I’m going to be so busy--”

“I told you not to work yourself too hard. That’s a good excuse for you to get your head out of the dirt. Literally. Just think of me when you’re in a mud bath with a glass of champagne.”

You put the envelope next to the gift bag and drop off the stool. You open your arms to them. Sam is up first and Bucky drags himself to his feet. You wrap them in a hug and they do the same in turn. It must be an absolutely ridiculous sight but you don’t care. You tuck your head against Sam’s arm and feel a rumble in Bucky’s chest.

“Sam, that’s my ass,” Bucky snarls.

“I was just making sure you didn’t forget your wallet,” Sam chuckles.

“You’re a moron,” Bucky pulls away and shoves him.

“Peas in a pod, bud,” Sam lets you go as the hug breaks up, “now, I need a drink and you...” he points in your direction, “need a double.”

#steve rogers #thor #thor x reader #steve rogers x reader #someone new #series #au #fic #grayish fic #angst fic #marvel #mcu #avengers #captain america

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lavellenchanted · 9 months ago

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wip wednesday

I was tagged by the lovely @beachy--head!

Here are a few snippets from some of the very many wips I have languishing in my docs, which you are all very welcome to kick me about should you wish.

Dr Cho coughs gently, and Steve starts a little in surprise. He had forgotten for a moment where they are, and realises abruptly that he has, in fact, started leaning in towards Peggy without realising. He jerks back, face warm, but Dr Cho is smiling gently, looking between them with curious eyes. “Well,” she says, “I can certainly see why you had trouble resisting each other. But did the fact that you were cohabiting give you any hesitation about beginning a relationship?” “Uh - yeah,” Steve coughs, reaching up to rub the back of his neck. This is where the line between truth and lie begins to blur, and he can’t quite bring himself to look her in the eye. “I mean, I knew I had feelings for her long before I acted on them. But I thought it might be a bad idea . . . what if it didn’t work and living together suddenly became much more awkward? What if being in each other’s space all the time is too much pressure on a new relationship? What if it screwed up a friendship that’s really important to me?” “And how did you deal with that? What was it that made you decide to act on your feelings despite your concerns?” “W- well . . .” Briefly Steve falters, because of course the truth is that he hasn’t dealt with them. Those concerns have kept his mouth shut for a year, even as his feelings for Peggy grew and became more intense with each passing day. But then Peggy cuts across him, saying wryly, “Dutch courage.”

“Can you honestly say I’m wrong?” Edwina takes a long sip of her lemonade - not particularly tasteful, but still appropriately sour - as she considers her answer. Last year she would have made some vague, conciliatory remark intended to smooth Eloise’s ruffled feathers and keep the peace, that revealed nothing of her true thoughts. Perhaps last year she would not have known what her true thoughts really were. Today she lowers her glass, and looks Eloise in the eye as she says, “No, I do not think you are wrong, per se, but I think you don’t recognise your own privilege in being able to say so.” Eloise snorts. “My privilege? You mean the privilege of having a brain?” A flash of irritation gives bite to Edwina’s reply, “No, I mean the privilege of having a wealthy, powerful and loving family that can support you.”

In that spirit he makes his way down to the river. He bathed properly at the Grove, eager to be rid of the stench and muck of the goblins, but who knows when there might be another chance even for a brief wash? And there is something meditative about splashing cool water on his face and feeling the drops trail down his neck and shoulders. It's as he raises his head, shaking some of the excess water from his hair, that Halsin realises he is not the only one awake as he had thought. The one who seems to be leading this group, the drow woman who freed him from his cage, sits atop one of the rocky outcrops by the river, head tilted back and eyes closed as she apparently enjoys the early morning sunlight.

“Hey.” He was sitting at his desk but got to his feet as she climbed inside, eyes raking over her like he might be able to discern what was wrong just from looking at her. “What’s going on?” “That . . . is a long story.” Maya gave a wry smile, shoving her hands into her pockets and looking around his room to avoid looking directly at him. He had redecorated since the last time she was here, the walls now the shade of red she knew was his favourite apart from one brick feature wall. A poster of Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid hung on one wall, while on another was a pinboard covered in photos of his friends in both Texas and New York, ticket stubs and flyers from concerts and ball games he’d been to. A bookcase was filled half with books, half with video games, and in pride of place on one shelf was a signed baseball that Maya remembered him bragging about catching at a game he and Zay had been at last year. The hand he’d caught it with had been bruised for a good couple of weeks, but Lucas had insisted it was worth it. There was also a Luke Skywalker action figure, and next to it was a small, burlap sack with a label that read Sack O’ Gold. And hanging off the edge, she realised with delight, was a cowboy hat

I'm tagging @emilykaldwen, @wheremermaidsdwell, @roboticonography and as always, my meme buddy @theawkwardterrier, if you guys want to play!

#wip wednesday #my fic #tag game

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inkedroplets · 9 months ago

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What's this about a lena/peggy fic? PEGGY CARTER?!?!?

I kind of forgot I had this ask and then I thought, oh I'll link the snippet I posted a while back and because it's tumblr I can't find it so I'll post another one but yes, I have a very confusing, very complicated Supercorp/MCU crossover fic that I've been dabbling with while I write other things. Essentially Lena finds herself stranded on Earth-616 and working with Coulson while she tries to find a way back home. Oh, and Kara is freaking out while trying to figure out where it is Lena went. It's set during their rift so its extra angsty. This snippet is Lena volunteering to go and act as the mole to take down a remaining HYDRA cell.

“Feel free to continue discussing it between yourselves,” Lena said as she stood up from the table. “But I think you already know that sending me in as the mole is the best play.” She looked around the table and saw the gears turning (however unwillingly) in everyone's head. All except for May who was the only one who would actually meet her gaze. You could give my mother lessons, Lena thought, thinking she had weathered far less intense staredowns from Lillian in the past. She felt everyone’s eyes on her as she turned to leave, half-expecting someone to take another stab at trying to convince her of how foolhardy her plan was, although no one did.

There were moments where Lena forgot she was even onboard a ship, it being too large and herself too busy to realize how small it actually was, but today was not one of those days. She found herself walking in the direction of the lab without really meaning to. She got about halfway there when she heard the patter of hurried footsteps behind her. Nearly quiet enough for her not to notice. “Lena.” “I’m guessing you voted against me,” Lena said, not bothering to slow down for May’s sake, knowing she could easily overtake her if she wanted to. “I did,” May said baldly. She fell into step beside Lena easily and while her gaze was still just as steely, she did at least have the decency to open the lab door for her. “No witnesses,” Lena snarked. “Smart.” “There are cameras,” May replied, perfectly deadpan. She glanced behind her before closing the door as if she expected to see someone wanting to intrude on what May clearly wanted to remain a private conversation. “As noble as your offer was,” she said in a tone that made it perfectly clear she believed it was anything but, “ I don’t think you understand what you’re offering.” “Infiltrate the remnants of a Nazi paramilitary terrorist organization bent on world domination to bring it down from within? No, I got the gist of it,” Lena said coolly. “Whatever stories Coulson or the others might have told you about Hydra, trust me when I say they’re far worse than you could imagine. You’re not an agent, you’re not trained to deal with the physical or mental toll that this job would entail. Coulson is wrong for even considering it.” “But he is considering it?”

“Against my better judgment,” May replied silkily. “If this is a bid to get into Coulson’s good graces or to cement yourself a position with the others then I can tell you right now that is wholly unnecessary. Coulson trusts you and the team does too.” “But not you,” Lena said, not meaning to sound accusatory but sure that it had to at least sound a little that way to May.

“No,” May replied without a moment’s hesitation. “I don’t trust you.”

#asks #how the hell do I tag this?#supercorp #aos #if you haven't watched agents of shield please do it's delightful

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kiki-widow · 2 years ago

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Our Baby

no protection, (impregnate), names ( slut, daddy), eating out, face sitting, p in v,

Peggy x sif x gip reader (impregnate)

It was a normal day at home, me and sif were waiting for Peggy to return from shield. She had so much to do with her new post but sif and me were supporting her to the limits. Peggy was 4 months away on a mission and said that she would be back today. I hope she will Keep that promise. I was currently sitting on our couch and watching a movie with Sif. "Princess when do you need to go back to Asgard?" I ask my girlfriend. "soon my love. I will stay a week here and then I need to fight on the side of Thor again." I nodded. Yeah my girlfriends were risking they're life's to safe people. And me? Well I am working as an CEO and sometimes I help shield with some things well I help mostly Natasha and Peggy. But that is really rare because both of them are very good. After the movie was finished I made something to eat because it was already late.

"you know what would be lovely?" sif asked but I shake my head. "to have a child walking around the house" "I don't think that this Is a good idea. Because I needed to watch after them when you two would be gone on missions my princess." I said and Chop the vegetables for the soup. Sif walks behind me and hugs me. "I would tell Thor that I am needed here. He would understand." I begin to cook the ingredients. "you can't do that. That is your dream. I won't let your dream down" she kisses softly my neck. "trust me my love, it wouldn't be bad. I would love to spend time with my beautiful girlfriends for the rest of my life." I put the stove out, turn to her and smile. "oh my princess." I wrap my arms around her waist and she puts her arms around my neck. Then I kiss her softly but it soon turned into an make out session. I push her against the kitchen counter and pull her up by her thighs. Then I sat her on the couch. " come my love. Let's make a baby" I smile and pull her on my lap. My dick getting more hard each second. We keep kissing till she pushes my shirt over my head and pulled her clothes off which left her in only some white lingerie. I kiss all over her body but stopped when I heard a bag drop. I turn to look at the door to see Peggy standing there with her mouth open. I smirk and point at her. "come here baby girl" she comes to us and strips. My hands still on Sifs waist. I whisper in her ear "do you want the baby in you or should we ask Peggy?" she smirks and turns to Peggy. "my baby sit down." Peggy whimpers and sits besides me. "me and Y/N where talking about having a child running around, so would you mind carrying it?" Peggy's eyes lit up. "I would love to." I smirk and pull Peggy on my lap "good" then I kiss over her neck and begin to mark her. She moans and grabs Sifs face and gives her a sloppy kiss. I grab one of her boobs and begin to suck on her nipples and hold her waist. She throws her head back and sif begins to kiss over her neck. Then she pulls Peggy down on the couch and sits on her face. "come baby use your mouth to something better." she said and Peggy began to lick her pussy. My dick is now Rock hard so I pull my pants and boxershorts away and grab Peggy's legs. I look at the live porno infront of me and push my whole cock in Peggy's pussy. She moans and starts to lick Sifs pussy harder. I trust deep in and out of her, till sif cums over Peggy's face. She gives Peggy a sloppy kiss and moans at her own taste. Then she sits on Peggy's stomach and kisses me. Me and Sif where making out while I fuck Peggy deep and hard. "I'm close" Peggy moaned. I trust deep in her and feel her cum around my dick. "cum in her daddy." sif says and crawls down my back. I moan and shot my whole cum in Peggy what made her cum again. I look over Sifs shoulder and see that Peggy is fighting hard not to fall asleep. So I pull out of her and carry her to our bed room. There I lay her on the bed and put a blanket over her. Then I kiss her lips and walk into the living room where I see sif sitting on the couch with her legs spread wide open. "come to me daddy." I walk slowly to her and get on my knees infront of her pulling her close to my face and putting one leg from her over my shoulder. "have your dessert." I lick my lips and kitten lick her pussy. Then I suck her clit between my teeth. I begin to eat her out like it is my last meal and listen to her beautiful Pornografic moans. After some time she cums over my face and I lick her clean. Then I kiss up her body to her lips and whisper. "was this good my slut?" she nods and pulls my in a deep kiss. Then she trails her hand over my abs and down to my dick. "can't you make me pregnant too?" she says with puppy dog eyes. I smile and stroke her hair. "If you want that." she nods and pulls me closer. I sit on the couch and pull her on my lap, lining my dick up with her cunt. She takes a deep breath and sits on my dick. She never had my dick in her pussy. Only my tongue, fingers and toys. She never liked to be fucked there she was the one that likes to be fucked in the ass. So she needed time to get used to the feeling of me in her. I rub her back and kiss her shoulder softly. "I got you. Take deep breaths." I tell her. "you are so Thick and long I-I don't know If I can." she says put kf breath. I smile against her skin and pull her closer to my body. Then I put my hands on her waist and pull her more down on me. She digs her fingernails in my shoulder but I don't mind. When she is fully down I begin to trust slowly in her. When I can feel that she is comfortable I start to slowly trust in her. Then I begin to get rougher and rougher till she throws her head back. I kiss her neck up to her chin and keep going. "I'm close." I smile and feel her cum streaming down on my thighs. I trust one last time in her and shot my cum deep in her. Then I rub her back and we calm down.

#Valkyrie #Peggy carter #g!p reader

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