#cap x reader

[birdwithpen]

yeahhhhhhh cap is NOT a top i dont care have you seen the man? the guy would def have a worship kink.

[inumkii]

that wasn't me!!

kaminari, midoriya, bakugou, shouto, sero, dabi, iida x reader (individual)

his friends are sick of his endless pining and ask you out on his phone. someone has to make a move, can you really blame them?

notes: i was really trying to make it so i didn't default denki being the one who steals their phones bc his ass would be most likely to pull that shit. i like the idea of katsuki getting so fed up with izuku/iida talking about you + doesnt get why they havent made a move so he does it for them forcefully. like here. damn.

[blackynsupremacy]

idgaf about what’s canon, if you want to romantically write them to be with a black girl, do it!

[toji-bunny-girl]

🚬 s0u𝗋ce . . . Lady 𝓚 𝐀nd T𝗁𝖾 S𝕚𝕔k Man . 。⁎ ⟡

“ 𝘈𝘕 UN𝐸M𝐏LOYED L★SEℝ ❞

𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝐭𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘭𝘖𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 !!

⁀➷ reblog 🥢 like ₊˚♱ ༚.° to use ⁺⁎ .

[starmocha]

Oh oh oh since we're sharing pregnant mc hcs, how about one where they got a bit carried away, they did it, she got pregnant, he "died", by some miracle she didn't lose the baby, she's an excellent, doting, badass mom. then when he comes back he finds the love of his life with a little 1 year old baby girl that could be considered mc's perfect clone except for the eyes. the eyes are his. IMAGINE THE ANGST THE HURT THE TEARS THE LOVEEEEE!!!!!

🫵 are you guys using my Caleb-addled brain to sneak around my “I don’t take requests” condition. /lh 😔 this is who I am now, I guess. I see Caleb, I cave… 🥺

Endless Summer

It was an ambush, another attempt on his life.

It was the thirteenth time in three months, as a matter of fact. Caleb had thwarted all of the previous attempts with ease, always on guard, untrusting of those who claimed to have vowed their loyalty to him as their colonel.

As you learned, you couldn’t trust anyone in Skyhaven, much less the Farspace Fleet. Dark secrets surrounded this seemingly elite entity and though it appeared like the place ran like a machine with perfect precision and efficiency, there was still an insidious side that Caleb refused to let you see.

It wasn’t just his life they were after. They were after yours as well, using you as the ultimate pawn to get to him. Little do they suspect, while you may be his greatest weakness, you were also his strength, his sole reason to persevere.

This was to be a fatal lesson for many to learn.

It was supposed to be a celebratory banquet, thrown in honor of the Farspace Fleet’s Colonel’s latest achievements. There were no deceptions by the hosts, but a traitorous group seized this opportunity to trap the young colonel and all doors within the banquet halls locked, keeping many of the guests hostages in the process.

Within the center of the room, Caleb calmly eyed all of the familiar faces that loomed overhead on the second floor as all around, innocent guests rushed to the exits, banging and screaming for help. He tried to push you away, get you to safety.

They were after him, after all. You didn’t need to be in the crossfires.

You didn’t have time to react, hearing that first gunshot that led the way for the onslaught of bullets.

Something in Caleb snapped that night. The barrage of bullets that came at him and you from all directions would have taken down anyone, but they all froze midair only because of his Evol freezing them in their track and keeping them suspended as if time had frozen at this very moment. He soon, however, learned it was merely a distraction.

Ca…leb…

The moment he saw the crimson blood seeping from your side, that knife pulled out quickly, and you were falling, eyes closing, as he ran toward you yelling your name. His Evol flared out of control, the gravity in the room suddenly immensely heavy, as dozens of men were pulled to their knees in futile struggles.

Open your eyes, he pleaded, his uniform soaked with your blood. His face twisted in pain, a million thoughts rushing through his mind, all of the memories of the past resurfaced in quick successions. All of those years of smiles and laughter that transitioned to pain and distrust only to slowly return to some semblances of the past were now coming to an end before his very eyes. He couldn’t lose you like this, not when he had promised that he would make things right again, to be the man that you deserved. Please…please…

You struggled to breathe, the pain unlike anything you had experienced in your life. As he watched you teetered closer to death, he was filled with wrath, an anger that could not be calmed by any forces in this world.

Caleb held his hand out, and a gun laying on the floor levitated before it rushed into his grip from across the room, and without a thought or any remorse or even hesitancy, he fired bullet after bullet into each man’s head, a clean shot straight through the center, not flinching even as the surrounding guests screamed and huddled to the floor, covering their ears from that violent, horrid sound.

When the last traitor fell, Caleb dropped the gun with a clatter, and his arms wrapped entirely around you, pulling you closer to his body for warmth. Your breathing had weakened even more, but he could still save you. He hadn’t failed you. Not yet, not ever. You were going to live. He would make sure of it.

Even if he now realized you were safer away from him.

Colonel Caleb, you had only slept for four hours last night, the robotic voice of an OTTO said with some semblance of concern in its artificial vocal. It levitated after its owner as the young colonel adjusted his uniform. The robot continued, explaining, An adult man of your age requires ei—

“I’ve slept enough,” he interrupted firmly, ignoring the robot, whose monitor quickly displayed a digitalized look of concern. Caleb had thought often of shutting down the robot and dismantling it, but he could never carry through, remembering that he had purchased this robot for you.

In this cold, monotonous so-called-home of his in Skyhaven, Caleb had few things that reminded him of you. A few plushies you two had won together sat on his living room couch, some snapshots you two had taken together at a photobooth, and perhaps a few furniture pieces you had ordered to be sent directly to his home. You had been in the process of bringing warmth and life into this place when everything came to an abrupt stop.

If he hadn’t taken you to that banquet that night nearly two years ago, Caleb wondered how things would have played out. You wouldn’t have gotten injured that night, but he feared perhaps it would just delay that same outcome. That night, he found himself at a fork in the road, forced to make a decision that would change the course of both of your lives.

Keep you by his side, where he had foolishly believed you would always be safe under his protection, or, let you go, let you believe that whatever had happened that night, he was the one who had died, finally taken away by Death himself. It was better to let you believe he had actually died this time, to keep you from searching for him, to keep you far away from Skyhaven—to keep you from him.

Since that night almost two years ago, Caleb’s nightmares had worsened. He relived the dreadful night, but he had also had other terrifying dreams so horrendous, he would wake up screaming in cold sweats, completely disoriented, unsure if he was trapped within another layer of the nightmare, or if he was truly awake.

“She’s safe, she’s safe,” he would often mutter to himself, an attempt to convince himself that he had made the right choice, that setting you free was the only way he could keep you safe. As long as you lived, he would bear the weight of his sacrifice, even if it meant never seeing you ever again.

It was sunny in Linkon, not a cloud in the sky, and the weather warm and inviting, but to Caleb, it was a place he had forbidden himself from ever stepping foot in again, out of fear that your paths would cross. In all of those times since he had distanced himself from you, allowed you to believe he was dead, he had managed to avoid any reason to step foot in the place that was once his home.

When his adjutant, Liam, had informed Caleb that his schedule required him to attend a conference meeting in Linkon, the young colonel stiffened, the atmosphere in the room stifling almost as if he was using his Evol. He suppressed his initial instinct to yell, knowing Liam was well aware of Caleb’s situation and had in the past made the necessary arrangements to prevent him from having any reason to step foot in that city.

It seemed he couldn’t stay away from Linkon forever, so he resigned to this situation, still remaining vigilant in his stance. Linkon was a big city, and there was no reason for your paths to cross. He would make do with this troublesome situation for the time being.

Now, Caleb had intended to return to Skyhaven the moment the meeting ended, and yet, against his better judgment, he found himself wandering down familiar streets, lost in memories of happier times. As he walked, before his eyes, he saw the silhouettes of him and you as children running down the street after school to your favorite little vintage grocery store.

Caleb, you dummy, you can’t use your Evol!

Don’t blame my Evol because you can’t run fast on those short legs, pipsqueak!

Caleb chuckled. He couldn’t help it. The memories of those years seemed so much more carefree. He often wished to go back to that time when the only things that weighed on yours and his shoulders were school or silly childish arguments.

As he approached the old grocery store, closed just a few years prior, he was surprised to learn that it was now under new ownership. The familiar place of his childhood was now a small trendy café, popular with college students and young couples.

To his astonishment—and, perhaps, also relief—the vibrant hydrangea garden in the back remained. Bushes of the white, blue, and pink flowers bloomed in the garden, showing that its new owner took well care of the plants. They looked like the hydrangeas of his childhood, of those long summer afternoons that never seemed to end as he and you made this place just another secret hideout only you two would ever know. As he walked down a beaten path, distracted, he was stirred out of his nostalgic thoughts when he felt something bumped into his leg. He peered down, surprised to see a little girl in a light orange dress, the same color as the sunset he used to see in his airplane when he was a pilot, was clinging to his leg. He looked around, not seeing any adult in sight to indicate they were the child’s guardian.

He furrowed his brows, a little in annoyance, as he was not prepared to suddenly be grappled with the responsibility of a lost child. He knelt down lower, and immediately, he startled as he took in the little girl’s appearance, a near perfect carbon copy of you, but the eyes—he stared into sweet little violet eyes that mirrored his own, seeing his shocked face reflected in these orbs. The girl looked up at him with curiosity, the wind swaying her short bob while a little yellow chunky cartoon airplane hairclip held her side bangs in place.

Suddenly, she started tearing up, breaking Caleb out of his trance and for the first time in a while, he felt panicked, unsure of what to do. The girl started to cry and Caleb immediately lifted her up, her head resting onto his shoulder as he rubbed her back and soothed her.

He shushed her gently, his caregiver instinct reignited after years of dormancy. “Why are you crying, sweetheart?” he asked her gently, his soothing voice a complete opposite to the tone he used as colonel.

The girl sobbed. She looked so young, Caleb realized, surmising that she probably had barely started learning to speak.

“Are you lost?” he asked in that same tender tone despite knowing the child would be unable to answer him. He continued, “You miss your mommy, don’t you?”

He rubbed her back again, wondering with trepidation if this child’s mother was who he thought it would be. For just a second, his heart stopped when he felt the little girl gripping the fabric of his uniform with her small hands. Quickly, he recomposed himself.

“It’s alright,” he whispered, his hand smoothed the back of her hair. “Let’s go look for your Mommy, alright?”

“Ma...ma…” the girl struggled to say. She rubbed her face against Caleb’s shoulder, and he smiled gently, unbothered that his once pristine uniform was now covered in a child’s snot.

“Okay, mama,” he repeated, “I’ll help you find your mama, sweetheart.”

When he was just about to turn around to head back to the café, he froze again, hearing a familiar voice he hadn’t heard in years. He could feel his heart beating against his chest, actually feeling every heavy thump as the seconds passed and the voice grew closer, a name cried out—the little girl’s.

The child in his arms wriggled, and cried louder, seeing her mother over Caleb’s shoulder. “Mama! Mama!”

Stiffly, Caleb knelt lower and gently set the girl down to her feet, barely registering as the child toddled passed him to her mother.

A completely different feminine voice called out, angry. “Were you trying to kidnap a child in broad dayli—”

Caleb stood up and turned around, his face pale.

“Cale…Caleb?” You stared in shock, feeling like you were seeing his ghost again. Again.

“Mama…Mama…!” Your daughter nuzzled her face against your chest as you held her. You broke out of your trance and instantly redirected your attention to your child. You quickly soothed her, well aware that Caleb’s eyes were locked on you, his face just as shocked as yours but for entirely different reasons. Once the little girl calmed down you passed her off to your companion, saying, “Tara, take her back to the café.”

Tara looked at you worriedly, her eyes darting to Caleb with suspicion. One look into Caleb’s eyes, seeing that same, perfect shade of purple, and the young woman quickly understood the situation. She nodded quietly and took the girl from you. “Come on, sweetie, auntie Tara is going to buy you a cupcake, okay?”

You waited until Tara and your daughter were out of sight. You couldn’t look at him. You wanted to look at him, to make sure your eyes were not deceiving you, to make sure that this was not an illusion, not a cruel, mocking figment of your imagination. But you couldn’t. You felt cowardly in that instance, being afraid of the truth. Afraid of his reaction. Of everything.

“You were…you were pregnant?” he questioned, feeling a wave of guilt washed over him.

Just hearing those words made you realized this was him. This was Caleb, the man you thought was taken away from you. Again.

Suddenly, you broke down crying and you looked up at him with tears running down your cheeks.

“Caleb, you dummy,” you sobbed, “You fucking dummy!”

He gasped, unprepared when you rushed at him and started beating his chest half-heartedly with your small fists as you continued to sob and curse him over and over again. He let you carry out your anger, let you punished him as you saw fit in this moment, but when the punches weakened, he gently grabbed your wrists, lowering them to your sides before his arms wrapped around you in comfort, his apologies immediate.

“Yeah,” he agreed in that ever familiar soft and gentle tone reserved only for you, “I am a fucking dummy.”

You sniffled against his chest, gripping tightly the lapel of his coat.

The afternoon passed slowly, initially tensed and awkward, but eventually all of the missing pieces of the puzzle fell into place, and you both struggled to come to terms with the picture of the missing years. You peered at the man to your side, seeing Caleb hunched over, his cap in his lap, looking much like a sinner struggling to come to terms with his wrongs.

“You didn’t know,” you whispered after a while, wanting to break this stifling silence. You reached for his arm, but he tensed before his shoulders slumped again.

“That’s no excuse,” he said, looking up at you. He started to reach for your cheek, hesitating at the last second, as if he was afraid that you would recoil from his touch. He started to pull back but you grabbed at his hand, guiding it to your cheek. He stared in shock as you nuzzled your face against his palm, and you gazed at him with glistened eyes.

“You’re not allowed to die again,” you scolded him. “Promise me that.”

He nodded numbly, his voice clear and steady. “I promise,” he said, repeating in a more hushed, firm tone, “I promise.”

He leaned forward, guiding your lips to his, his words still repeating in between breath. You let him drown you in his kisses, let yourself dizzied and relent to his feverish promises. When your lips parted, just a few centimeters, his warm breath grazed over your trembling lips before he pressed another kiss to your forehead.

“I’m sorry,” he said, “I... will you…”

You looked up, seeing the struggles in his violet eyes. He appeared to hesitate again, unsure of what right he had to seek your forgiveness, wondering if he was overstepping the boundary between the two of you.

You gently coaxed him, seeing relief washed over his guilty features. “Will I what?”

“Will you…let me make things right?” he asked, “Let me…earn your forgiveness. I…please…”

He almost wanted to say, I can’t lose you again but the words died at his lips. He, of all people, had no rights to utter such words in your presence. He looked so defeated, beaten down to the point he no longer recognized himself anymore.

You took his hand, just like you always seemed to do, and you pulled him to his feet, to his surprise. He gazed at you questionably, his heart stopping at your words.

“Caleb,” you said his name so sweetly, “I want you to meet…our daughter.”

The summer air was warm even as the sky darkened, and stars after stars appeared above to illuminate the world below. The gentle breeze ruffled Caleb’s hair as he stared down at the sleeping girl in his arms. Maybe it was because she was still so young and impressionable, or perhaps she could already sense who he was to her, but the girl clung to him immediately, already feeling safe and protected in his presence.

His heart felt heavy, overwhelmed by guilt, a feeling of failure, and also of self-loathing, but as he gazed down at his daughter, another feeling stirred, just as intense but much more forgiving. He didn’t think he could feel such love as he did now as he peered down at the sleeping girl, nuzzled against him on his lap, peacefully slumbering away.

He wondered what she was dreaming of as he admired how much she resembled her mother. Hesitantly, he let his finger caressed her cheek, in complete, silent awe at how soft and delicate her skin was. He was almost afraid of hurting her, feeling a need to protect her just as he protected her mother. He looked up at you, his cheeks and ears reddening when he realized you had been laughing at his expense.

“It’s alright,” you told him amid your giggles.

“You’re laughing at me.”

“You deserve it, you big dummy.”

He let out a huff, in mock annoyance, but he agreed with you. “Alright,” he conceded, “I deserve it.”

“Do you want to begin your path to seeking forgiveness from us?” you asked him, a playful, teasing lilt in your voice, unmissed by Caleb as he raised a brow in curiosity.

“Just like that?” he questioned, confused by your leniency with him.

You nodded. “You still love me, right?”

“I’ve never stopped,” he said, his solemn words had you blushing against your better judgment, your heart quickening when he looked at you so lovelorn. You quickly composed yourself, returning to your mischievousness from seconds ago.

“You love her, right?” you asked, your eyes shifting to your sleeping daughter in his arms.

He sighed, mesmerized. “So much already,” he whispered, and again, you found yourself softening, touched by his sincerity.

“Okay, we’ll forgive you,” you answered, catching Caleb’s attention as he looked at you almost bemused by your easygoing attitude. “First step.”

“Which is?”

“You have to make us your specialty,” you said, laughing at Caleb’s look of complete bewilderment unfit for a colonel of his status. Clearly, you had blindsided him completely with this first condition. You clarified with a mischievous twinkle in your eyes, “You have to make your braised chicken wings.”

He stared at you as if not comprehending your words. You laughed and leaned closer to him, your head resting on his shoulder. “I ate a lot of braised chicken wings while pregnant,” you said, reminiscing to that lonely period in your life without his presence. You reached over and brushed your daughter’s flyaway hair out of her face, continuing softly, “But they weren’t as good as yours.”

Caleb let out a huff of breath, a soft, resigned laugh as he readjusted his arm, letting it wrapped around you as he pulled you closer into his embrace. He leaned over and kissed the top of your head. “Okay,” he answered, “I take it she also likes braised chicken wings then?”

You leaned into him, nodding once. “She’ll love yours more,” you said, and then looked up, your heart quickening again as you gazed into his beautiful violet eyes, grateful that your daughter had chosen to inherit this sole feature from her father. Breathlessly, you uttered softly, your words for his ears only, “She’ll love you.”

“And you?” he whispered back, that same hesitancy still prominent in his tone. He looked at you expectantly as he asked, “Do you still love me?”

“I’ve never stopped,” you echoed his words back to him, continuing in that same hushed tone, “I’ll always love my dummy Caleb.”

“Alright,” he said, his voice resigned, holding you just a bit tighter, as if he was afraid this was a cruel, taunting dream he would wake up from.

As Caleb watched your eyes closed, he looked down, eyes darting from you to his daughter, and he wondered if he deserved any of this. In the warm summer night, surrounded by the blossoming blue and pink and white hydrangeas, he silently apologized for his mistakes, promising that for the remainder of his life, he would become a better man, deserving of both of you.

Just like the little boy from long ago, once he had made a promise to you, he would never break it.

He swore it on his life.

[writingfromasgard]

Captain Price absolutely fucks often and doesn't brag about it to the boys. He keeps them thinking he's celibate or strikes out with ladies.

lmao yes. Yes. Yes.

John's at the bar for a celebratory drink. His boys are in the corner snickering as he talks you up, thinking he'll strike out again.

He's smooth, the twinkle in his eye that you keep seeing when he smiles is giving your heart palpations. His voice is low, making sure you have to listen carefully to his words.

He knows he's got you but kept a reasonably amount of space between you so he doesn't tip off the guys.

He asks if you'd be willing to meet him outside by the baby blue car in the parking lot. You bit your bottom lip and nod then he follows it up with a second request - "I don't want questions from my pals in the morning. You mind walking out like you're not interested?"

It's endearing in a way- somehow like he's protecting you from their lecherous questions. You turn to him, a deep frown and a scoff leaving your lips as you stomp away from him.

You hear laughter from the corner and a "struck out again cap?"

The boys think he strikes out often and he prefers it that way.

[mintyys-blog]

NOT MY WORLD — bald! mark grayson / cap invincible x reader

WARNINGS: homicide, kidnapping, smut, swearing, lying, murder, DUBCON,

You weren’t supposed to touch it.

Rudy had been clear: “Don’t mess with the calibration unless you want to end up somewhere you can’t come back from.”

But curiosity got the better of you.

It always did.

Eve had warned you about it before, more exasperated than angry.

“You have got to stop messing with things before you know what they do.”

She was usually right, but that never stopped you. You liked pushing limits, testing boundaries. It’s what made you useful to the team—bold, quick-thinking, unafraid to take risks.

But it also meant you had a habit of not listening. So when Rudy told you to leave the machine alone, what did you do? One wrong press of a button. One flick of a switch.

And then— White-hot light. A deafening crack. The feeling of your body being ripped through space and time.

⸻

Nowhere and Nothing. When it stopped, the lab was gone. So was Eve. So was Rudy.

Instead, you were here. Where ever here was.

A ruined world, suffocating under a blood-red sky. Cities reduced to graveyards. Silence so thick it felt unnatural. Your stomach twisted as you took a shaky step forward. Where the hell were you?

The machine had been an experimental dimensional stabilizer, meant to analyze alternate timelines. It was never supposed to send you into one.

At least, that’s what Rudy had said. Your mind raced, piecing together the possibilities. This wasn’t just another time—this was a whole other world.

A world where something had gone terribly wrong.

Your foot brushed against something. You looked down. A half-ripped poster, barely clinging to the cracked pavement.

Your heart stopped. A man in a blue and black suit, mask covering his head like a second skin.

Your breath caught in your throat. It was him. Not the Mark you knew. Not the friend who made dumb jokes and struggled under the weight of heroism. This Mark was different. This Mark had won.

And then— A rush of wind. A presence behind you. A voice, smooth and amused.

“Now this is interesting.”

You turned too late. A hand clamped around your throat, lifting you off the ground with effortless strength. You gasped, fingers clawing at the hand around your throat. It wasn’t tight enough to choke you—just enough to remind you how easily he could.

Your feet dangled inches above the cracked pavement, your heart hammering against your ribs.

You forced yourself to look at him. Blue mask. Black suit. Eyes like a predator toying with his prey.

Mark. No—not your Mark.

“You should be dead,” he murmured, tilting his head slightly, as if trying to make sense of you. His tone was light, almost amused. “I should know—I was the one who killed you.”

Cold horror shot through you.

He wasn’t lying. You could tell by the way he studied you—not with surprise, but recognition. Your mind raced. This wasn’t just another world—you had existed here before.

And you had died at his hands. Your chest tightened. “I—I don’t—” His grip tightened, cutting off your words.

“You begged, you know.” His voice was almost casual, like he was recalling an old memory. “Told me I wouldn’t go through with it.”

His fingers twitched against your skin. His voice dipped lower, almost a whisper. “You were wrong.”

A shudder ran down your spine. You didn’t know if it was fear or something worse. He leaned in slightly, as if waiting for a reaction. When you didn’t break, he chuckled under his breath.

“You always were stubborn.”

Your stomach twisted. He still thinks I’m her.

This was dangerous. You had no idea who the version of you in this world had been, what kind of relationship they had. If you said the wrong thing, if you broke the illusion— He would kill you. You forced your expression to remain blank. “I came back.”

His grip faltered for just a fraction of a second. A moment of hesitation—gone before you could process it.

But it was enough. You had his attention.

His hold on your throat loosened, and then—just as suddenly as he had grabbed you—he let go. You hit the ground, gasping, knees scraping against rough concrete. Above you, he stood still, watching. Assessing. And then— A smirk.

“If you’re lying,” he said, voice dripping with amusement, “I’ll tear you apart all over again.” His grin grew. What a sick fuck!

You swallowed hard. Play along. That’s the only way to survive this. Even if it meant standing at the side of a monster.

You barely had time to catch your breath before he spoke again.

“So tell me—how did you do it? How did you resurrect from the dead?”

He leaned in close, the sharp glow of his red eyes cutting through the dark. You instinctively leaned back, your spine pressing against the cracked pavement, but he followed—closing the distance until your lips were just inches apart. Too close.

You could feel the heat radiating from him, the barely restrained power in his body, the unsettling stillness in the way he hovered over you. He was waiting. Waiting for an answer you didn’t have. Your heart pounded. You had to think fast.

“I…” You swallowed hard, forcing your voice to stay steady. “You killed me.” A statement, not a question. His smirk widened slightly. “Mmm.” A pleased hum, as if savoring the memory. “And it was spectacular.”

Your stomach twisted, but you didn’t let it show. Instead, you tilted your chin up, meeting his gaze head-on. “Then maybe you didn’t do a very good job.”

His fingers twitched at his sides. For a moment, there was silence. And then—he laughed. Low. Amused. Mocking.

“Oh, I missed you.” His gloved fingers brushed your jaw, almost affectionate. “I almost forgot how much I loved that sharp tongue of yours.” You forced yourself not to flinch. Play along. Keep him entertained. That’s the only way to survive. His hand ghosted lower, just barely skimming your throat before he pulled back, straightening up.

“Come on then.” He turned, as if the conversation had never happened. “Let’s see if you’re real.” You hesitated.

“What if I don’t go with you?” He glanced back over his shoulder. A slow, knowing smile stretched across his face. “You don’t have a choice.”

The tension in the air thickened as his words hung between you, the weight of them pressing down, suffocating. There was no escaping this. No negotiating. It was just you and him, and you knew better than to fight back, at least not yet.

You stood, trying to maintain some semblance of composure, your every muscle screaming at you to bolt, to run—but that would only make it worse. You’d learned that the hard way before.

He didn’t wait for you to move. His steps were confident, deliberate, like a predator enjoying the hunt. His voice, still laced with amusement, reached you before he turned the corner.

“Catch up if you can.”

It was a taunt. A challenge.

You followed, though every instinct in you screamed to resist. You weren’t ready for this. You weren’t ready to face the monster he’d become.

He stopped walking abruptly, turning to face you with an eerie calmness that only made the hair on the back of your neck stand on end. His gaze was unrelenting, burning into you as though trying to strip away your very soul.

His lips curled into a dark smile, and his voice dropped to a low, dangerous whisper.

“You begged me to stop,” he murmured, as if savoring a long-lost memory. “Cried and pleaded for mercy, just like the pathetic little thing you were. Remember? ‘Please, I love you,’ you said. Please, don’t do this.” His voice cracked in mocking imitation, mimicking your past desperation with cruel accuracy. “It was… so beautiful, watching you break. I thought I might never get enough.”

Your pulse spiked, but you fought to keep your expression neutral, to keep him guessing.

“And yet, even in the end,” he continued, his tone sharpening, “you tried to stop me. You thought I’d listen. You thought I could still be the person you knew, the one you controlled.” He shook his head slowly, as if the very idea amused him. “You didn’t get it then, and you sure as hell don’t get it now. I’m not that man anymore. I will never bend to anyone’s rules again.”

He stepped closer, his presence overwhelming, the darkness of the alley seeming to close in around you. The walls felt too close, the air too thick, and before you could even react, his hands shot out—gripping your shoulders and pinning you with brutal force against the cold, unforgiving wall. His arms caged you in, leaving you no room to move, no space to breathe.

He leaned in, his breath hot on your face, his eyes dangerously intense.

“So tell me,” he hissed, his voice slipping into a dangerous edge. “Who are you really?”

The question hung in the air like a weight you couldn’t escape, suffocating. His gaze flickered over your face, as though searching for a flaw, a crack in the mask you wore. His lips quirked up slightly, as if he knew the answer before you did, but he wanted to hear you say it.

“You’re not her,” he added, voice dripping with disdain. “You don’t feel like her. You’re a stranger wearing her skin. I can see it. The difference in your eyes. The way you move. The way you breathe.”

His fingers dug into your arm, and the pressure sent a surge of pain through you.

“You’re lying. You can’t fool me.”

It didn’t matter if you wanted to fight him. You couldn’t. Not like this. Not against the monster he’d become. He would break you if you tried. And yet, every part of you screamed to hold on, to not let him have the satisfaction of seeing you crumble.

But for now, there was only one thing left to do. Keep him talking. Keep him focused on the question, on trying to figure out who you were. Maybe that would buy you enough time to find a way out.

And so you swallowed the bile rising in your throat, your voice cold, as you spoke the only thing that came to mind: “I’m not the one you killed.”

The words hung between you like a bitter aftertaste, each syllable a tightrope of danger. His gaze flickered as he absorbed your confession, his sharp eyes narrowing just slightly. His grip on you loosened a fraction, but it was enough for you to push him away—an instinctive motion, desperate, filled with the weight of every wrong turn that led you here.

You shoved at his chest with all the strength you could muster, the force of the push barely making an impact. His body didn’t even budge, the muscle and power behind him making it feel like you were trying to shove a mountain. But it was something, a sign of defiance—something to hold on to.

“Even if I’m not the one from… whatever this dimension is—you killed me?!” The words shot out of you, a raw, unrelenting accusation. You could feel your heart racing, pulse pounding as the anger surged through you.

But his response was not what you expected.

His smile didn’t return immediately, but something in his eyes flickered. A moment of confusion, perhaps, or something darker creeping in. He stepped back, letting the silence hang for a beat longer than necessary. You couldn’t tell if he was amused or considering your words with a new kind of interest.

“Other dimensions?” he echoed, the question lingering with a strange, unfamiliar edge to his voice. His head tilted, a slow, sinister smile beginning to spread across his face. “Ones that… I could take over, you mean?”

Your heart skipped. This was far from what you’d hoped to avoid. Gods, what had you done?

“How do I access these dimensions?” he asked, his smirk growing again, more wicked, more dangerous now. The shift in his tone sent a cold chill crawling down your spine.

You swallowed, suddenly realizing how much you had just revealed. You should’ve known better than to let that slip. It was a mistake. But it was too late. There was no turning back now.

His thirst for power had always been insatiable, and now, with this new possibility, it could be worse—infinitely worse. He could destroy everything.

You needed to think quickly, to pull back. He was already searching your face for more information, eager for any scrap of knowledge you might have, any opening to feed his growing obsession.

“Look,” you said, your voice shaking but steeled with determination, “I’m not from your world. I’m not the same person you killed. I made a mistake, and now I’m trapped here, in this universe. But that doesn’t mean I know how to control any of it. I don’t even know how I got here.”

His expression remained locked on you, the dangerous curiosity never leaving his eyes.

“But you did just tell me,” he mused, almost thoughtfully. “You mentioned other dimensions, worlds. And if they exist, then there has to be a way to move between them.” He stepped forward, the smirk returning in full force as he closed the distance again, his presence overwhelming.

“You don’t know how, do you?” he taunted, his voice dropping to a low, menacing whisper. “But you will. You’ll find a way to help me access them, won’t you? Because the last thing you want… is for me to start looking for answers myself.”

A twisted gleam danced in his eyes, the hunt beginning anew. His gaze locked onto yours with cold certainty. He was no longer interested in your survival. He only cared about what he could gain.

And in that moment, you realized—this version of him, this monster—had no intention of letting you go.

“You’ll help me,” he repeated, his tone leaving no room for argument. “Whether you want to or not.”

“I can’t help you, not because I don’t want to— well that too— but I also can’t! The tech used wasn’t mine, it was my friends Rudy. I messed with it and now I’m here.” You explained.

A rush of dread washed over you as the words tumbled from his lips. “Damnit, I killed that guy already.”

You froze. Rudy? The realization hit you like a bolt of lightning—this version of him had already killed Rudy. Your stomach churned at the thought, a wave of panic rising in your chest. “You—what? You killed him?”

Your voice cracked, disbelief threading through the words. Rudy wasn’t supposed to be dead. He couldn’t be. But looking at the cruel gleam in Head Cap Invincible’s eyes, you knew it was true. This world wasn’t just a nightmare—it was a graveyard for everyone you cared about.

“Did you—did you kill the other heroes too?” you asked, your voice barely a whisper. The words tasted like ash in your mouth.

He shrugged, completely indifferent to your horror. “Oh well… I’ll just wait until they come to collect you and go with them,” he said, almost dismissive, as if his twisted plan was nothing more than a minor inconvenience.

The terror inside you deepened, but before you could react, he moved swiftly. In one fluid motion, he grabbed you by the waist, pulling you tightly against his chest. The sudden proximity left you no room to breathe. His body was solid, unyielding—just like his grip on you.

“That just means I have to keep my eyes on you 24/7,” he murmured, his voice low and dangerous, the words dripping with possessiveness. His hands were firm, locking you in place as he held you tightly against him. You could feel the heat radiating from his body, the suffocating power of his presence closing in.

You stiffened, your pulse pounding in your ears, every muscle screaming for release, but you knew better than to fight him. Not now.

“You don’t have to do this,” you said, your voice shaky but trying to hold onto some semblance of control. “You don’t have to keep me like this.”

He chuckled darkly, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. “Oh, but I do,” he replied, tightening his hold just enough to remind you that he was in charge. “You don’t understand, do you? This is about more than just you, sweet thing. This is about everything.”

You could feel his smirk against your cheek, and his next words were a cold, cruel whisper. “I’m going to enjoy this.”

And as the darkness around you seemed to close in tighter, you realized there was no escaping the nightmare. Not unless you found a way to outsmart him, to break free from the grip of this monster who was now obsessed with you.

The next day passed in a blur of tension and forced calm. He kept you close, never giving you a moment of respite. Every move you made, every breath you took, he was there, watching, waiting. And through it all, his presence never wavered—unrelenting, suffocating.

Now, standing before a large, imposing mansion, you felt the weight of your new reality settling heavily on your chest. The mansion was both beautiful and ominous, its tall, dark walls casting long shadows across the driveway. The windows were darkened, as if even the house itself had been swallowed up by his twisted influence.

“Welcome home!” His voice was loud, cheerful, as if the words were something he had been waiting to say for a long time. You swallowed back the bile rising in your throat, the heavy knot in your stomach refusing to loosen.

You didn’t respond. You couldn’t. The very thought of this place, of what he had turned it into, made you want to scream.

He shot you a wicked grin, the kind of grin that could freeze your blood. “Don’t worry, sweet thing. You’ll share a room with me.” His eyes gleamed, dark and full of menace. “Can’t have you away from me.”

Your stomach dropped. You wanted to push him away, to yell at him to stop, but the last time you tried that, it only made things worse. You were trapped, suffocated by his twisted sense of ownership. There was no escape. Not now. Not here.

He led you through the front doors, the mansion’s interior a lavish maze of marble floors and gold-trimmed walls. The air inside was cool, but it felt thick, as if the mansion itself held its breath. You felt the weight of it all, the oppressive silence hanging like a shroud over everything.

“This place… it’s mine,” he said, as though sensing your unease. “I’ve turned it into something… ours.” He paused, looking down at you with that unsettling smile. “It’ll be our little haven, sweetheart.”

You tried to ignore the icy fingers of dread crawling down your spine as he guided you through the grand halls. There was a twisted sense of pride in his voice, as if he was showing you something you should be grateful for.

When he finally stopped in front of a door, he turned the handle with a flourish and pushed it open. The room was large and dark, with heavy curtains draped over the windows and ornate furniture that seemed to mock the luxury you used to take for granted. It was far from comforting—it felt like a gilded cage.

He stepped inside first, his eyes never leaving you as he gestured to the bed. “Your bed is right here, sweet thing. But don’t worry, I’ll be close by.”

You didn’t need him to tell you that. You could feel his eyes on you like a predator’s, constantly assessing, constantly watching.

“You’ll get used to it,” he said, almost too casually, as if he genuinely believed you would. “We’ll spend plenty of time together. You’ll see—this won’t be so bad.” His smirk deepened as he moved to sit on the edge of the bed, patting the spot next to him. “Come on, sit with me. We’ve got all the time in the world now.”

You stood in the doorway, your heart hammering in your chest, feeling the walls close in around you. You knew the only way to survive this—if you even could—was to play along. To not show weakness, to not let him see the fear he thrived on. But that didn’t make it any easier.

He was already waiting, staring at you with that same unyielding gaze, his hands relaxed but poised, as if he was ready for whatever came next. And you, trapped in the web he had spun around you, had no choice but to step forward into the darkness that had become your prison.

You sat on the bed, your nerves crawling up your spine like a thousand tiny ants, the room too still, too quiet. You could feel his eyes lingering on you, even though he hadn’t said a word. The silence only made the tension between you worse. He was a predator, and you were a cornered animal, trapped in the gilded cage he had built.

Then, with little warning, he disappeared for a moment, leaving you in the heavy stillness of the room. When he returned, he threw a shirt at you with a casual flick of his wrist.

“Put that on,” he ordered. “Much more comfortable than what you have on now.”

You glanced at your tight, form-fitting hero suit, the one that had saved you countless times before. It was durable, practical—but not meant for lounging around a mansion with a madman. You had to admit, you were already starting to feel the uncomfortable weight of your current attire in his presence.

You lifted the shirt, examining it. It was large, black, and clearly designed for comfort. You could already imagine how it would feel against your skin.

“Well?” he prompted again, his voice low and expectant.

Your jaw tightened, and you stood up. The nerve-racking decision to do what he wanted hit you like a punch to the gut. You glared at him. “Turn around.”

He scoffed, as if you’d just told him to do something utterly absurd. “Why? Nothing I haven’t seen before.”

Your eyes narrowed. With a snap of your wrist, you grabbed a pillow from the bed and threw it directly at him. His reflexes were fast, and he caught it in mid-air, smirking as if he found this all terribly amusing.

“I won’t tell you again,” you warned, your voice steady despite the knot in your stomach. “Turn around.”

He leaned back against the bed’s headboard, raising his arms behind his head in mock relaxation. “Don’t worry,” he teased, his smirk widening. “I’m totally closing my eyes behind these goggles.”

The words dripped with sarcasm, and the mocking tone in his voice made you feel even more exposed. But he wasn’t going to make this easy. He was enjoying it.

With a long, defeated sigh, you turned around, facing the wall. The air felt heavier as you forced yourself to slip out of your hero suit and into the shirt he’d given you. You could feel his gaze burning into your back, his presence suffocating. Every movement felt deliberate, like you were performing for him in this twisted game.

When you finished, the shirt fell to mid-thigh, and you stood there for a moment, taking in the feeling of the fabric that was far too big for you. The way it hung on you, it was almost like a short dress, the hem brushing just above your knees. You couldn’t deny the fact that it felt… different—almost familiar. The thought made you shiver, but it was quickly followed by a sharp whistle from him.

“Damn,” he said, his voice dark and impressed, “looking at you like that almost made me forget why I killed you in the first place.”

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, a sharp sting of anger welling up inside you. The man who had taken everything from you, who had torn apart your world, was now looking at you like some kind of prize. His words were laced with that same sickening amusement.

You gritted your teeth but said nothing. There was nothing to say. Nothing you could do to change what had already happened.

He studied you with a predatory gaze, almost as if he was savoring the moment. “Now that’s more like it,” he muttered under his breath, as if this small shift in the dynamic pleased him in ways you couldn’t even begin to understand.

But that look in his eyes—that hunger—made your stomach twist. You had to keep your wits about you, no matter what he threw your way.

In a flash, he was in his boxers, his movements swift and deliberate, leaving you with no time to react. Now, as he laid there casually, you could get a clear look at his face. It was eerily familiar, the same face as your Mark—but twisted. Darker. More sinister. The sharp features that once held warmth were now cold, calculated. His eyes gleamed with malice, as if daring you to make a move.

He patted the bed beside him with a slow, taunting gesture. “You gonna stand all night, or sleep on a mattress?” His voice was mocking, almost amused by your reluctance. He flopped onto the bed, curling onto his side, his hand supporting his head as he watched you, waiting for you to make your next move.

Your heart hammered in your chest. You hated every second of it. But you couldn’t afford to let your defiance get the better of you—not yet. Pissing him off further could be catastrophic. So, you bit your lip, swallowing down the rush of anger and disgust that threatened to rise in your throat. You didn’t have a choice.

With a heavy sigh, you reluctantly slid onto the bed beside him. You made sure to keep as much distance between you as possible, the mattress feeling like a small, fragile barrier between the two of you. Your body tensed, your muscles tight as you tried to steady your breathing, trying not to let your discomfort show.

He didn’t let the moment pass without remark. His gaze flickered over to you, that same smug smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “I told you,” he murmured, “you’re going to get used to being close to me again.”

Your mind raced, thinking of how to escape, how to plan your next move. But for now, all you could do was lie there, staring at the ceiling, the dark weight of the situation pressing down on you. The stillness between you both was suffocating, and as you lay there in silence, you couldn’t help but wonder just how long you could endure this twisted version of your reality.

As you lay there beside him, the tension in the air thickened, the weight of the situation pressing down on you like an unspoken threat. He was too close, his presence far too overwhelming. The room felt smaller, suffocating, as you could feel every breath he took, every movement he made.

His eyes never left you, always watching, always waiting. You could feel the heat radiating off him, and his mere proximity made your pulse quicken in ways you didn’t want to acknowledge.

“Comfortable?” His voice was low, almost teasing, as if he could sense the unease rolling off you.

You clenched your jaw but didn’t answer. The less you engaged, the better.

He let out a low chuckle, clearly enjoying the discomfort you were trying to hide. “You know, I could get used to this. The old you would’ve been more… cooperative.”

You could hear the edge of amusement in his voice, but it only made your stomach churn. This wasn’t the man you used to know—the one you fought beside, the one you trusted. This one was a shadow of that person, someone unrecognizable and filled with malice.

His hand shifted slightly, brushing against your side, just enough to make you tense, his fingers lightly grazing your skin. He smirked, enjoying your reaction.

“Relax,” he teased, though his words didn’t carry any genuine kindness. “I won’t bite… yet.” His voice was soft, almost coaxing, but there was no mistaking the threat that lingered beneath it.

You could feel the weight of his words hanging in the air, as if everything in this room was a carefully orchestrated game, and you were the unwilling participant. Every small action, every brush of his fingers, every time his gaze flickered over you—it all felt like a warning, like a constant reminder of how powerless you were in this twisted version of your reality.

You tossed and turned all night, the sheets tangled around you, your mind racing with thoughts of escape, of how to get out of this twisted situation. Sleep wouldn’t come, not with him lying next to you, his presence a constant reminder of everything that was wrong about this world.

Then, his voice sliced through the silence, smooth and mocking, as though he had been waiting for you to crack.

“Can’t sleep?” He teased, his voice too calm, too knowing. You froze, feeling the weight of his gaze on your back, even though you couldn’t see him. “You know, I know something that always used to work.”

You bit your lip, trying to control your growing irritation. “You’re not my boyfriend, so—shut up.”

He chuckled darkly, clearly enjoying the rise he got out of you. “Aren’t I though?” His voice dropped lower, the mocking edge sharper now. “I mean… we used to date—well, the alternative version of you. Kinda the same thing, no?”

You could almost feel the smirk in his words. Your chest tightened at the reminder of the past that wasn’t your past. Your Mark had been your Mark—the one you trusted, the one you fought beside. But this man? This monster? He was nothing like the one you remembered.

“No, it’s not!” You sat up, your heart pounding, eyes burning with frustration. You crossed your arms tightly over your chest, trying to ward off the uncomfortable mix of emotions rising inside you. “I miss my Mark—not you.”

His response was almost too quick, and you could feel the shift in the atmosphere. His laughter was low and dark, almost dangerous. “You miss him, huh?” He sounded almost too pleased with himself, and when you glanced over at him, you saw the way his lips curled into a wicked smile.

“But here’s the thing, sweet thing,” he continued, his voice suddenly colder, sharper. “You’re stuck with me now. And if you think your Mark’s coming to save you… well, you might just want to rethink that.”

You hated how his words sent a chill down your spine, but you refused to let him see your fear.

You felt a chill run through you at his words, but before you could even react, he was on you. His lips crashed onto yours with a force that stole the breath from your lungs. It wasn’t a kiss of affection—no, it was possessive, claiming, like he was marking you as his, a reminder of the twisted reality you were trapped in.

For a moment, you froze, your heart pounding in your chest, your mind screaming for you to pull away, to fight back. But his grip was unyielding, his presence overwhelming. You could feel the heat of his body, the power radiating off him, suffocating you.

When he finally pulled back, you were left breathless, staring at him with wide eyes. The smirk on his face told you everything—you were nothing more than a prize to him now, something to be claimed, to be controlled.

“You might as well forget about him, sweet thing,” he purred, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “You’re mine now.”

The words hit you like a punch to the gut. You couldn’t think, couldn’t process everything that had just happened. All you could do was stare at him, fury and confusion warring inside you. This wasn’t your Mark. This wasn’t the man you knew. This was someone else—someone far darker, far more dangerous.

The taste of his kiss still lingered on your lips, making your skin crawl, and you could feel the weight of his words hanging in the air like an oppressive cloud. His gaze bore into you, dark and knowing, a glint of something sinister flickering behind his eyes.

You forced yourself to breathe, your chest rising and falling with each frantic breath. You couldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing how much his words affected you. You wouldn’t—couldn’t—let him win.

But the more you stared at him, the more you realized the truth: he was right. For now, you were trapped. There was no Mark to save you, no escape, no way out. Not yet, anyway.

He reclined against the pillows, arms behind his head, his body sprawled out in a casual dominance that made your skin itch. “You know, sweet thing,” he said, his voice low and smooth, “I’ve always loved this about you. The fire. The fight.” He rolled onto his side, his eyes scanning you, sharp and predatory. “It makes breaking you… so much more fun.”

You clenched your fists, your nails digging into your palms. “I’m not broken.” Your voice was quiet but firm, the defiance still there, no matter how small it seemed in comparison to his overwhelming presence.

He chuckled darkly, his gaze never leaving you. “Not yet, you’re not. But you will be.” The words were like a promise, a warning you couldn’t escape.

His smile widened, the cruel edge to it clear. He was enjoying this—all of this—your discomfort, your struggle. The room felt colder, and the silence between you grew heavier, suffocating.

“Come on now,” he coaxed, reaching out toward you, his fingers brushing the edge of your arm. “Don’t look at me like that. We could have a lot of fun together, you know. Maybe you just need to… relax.”

You flinched slightly at his touch, recoiling before you could stop yourself. His smile faded for a split second, but his amusement never did.

“You don’t get it,” you spat, your voice thick with anger and frustration. “You’re not my Mark, and you never will be. You can’t replace him.”

He leaned forward slightly, his gaze intense, the glimmer of danger in his eyes sharpening. “I don’t need to replace him.” He leaned closer, his breath warm against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. “I’m better than him.”

Your stomach twisted, the bitter taste of his words settling deep inside you. You couldn’t tell whether he believed it or if it was just part of his sick game, but either way, it didn’t matter. He wouldn’t break you—not like this.

He spread your legs, going between them, “so what do you say, sweet thing? Will you still have that fight even if I fuck it out of you?” You felt your face heat up at his words, you slapped him as hard as you could, but it remained ineffective. “That’s it, that’s the fire I can’t wait to see burn away,” he ripped off her shirt, and she quickly covered her chest. “What the— hey! Stop that!” He pins her arms to her sides, “just like before huh…” he said more to himself.

He grabbed your breast in one hand, rolling your nipple in with his fingers, “you were always sensitive here, glad to see that hasn’t changed.” He said with that grin of his. You moan as he sucks on one, palming the other breast with his other hand. Your hands go to his hair, tugging and squirming beneath him. “Mark!”

He suddenly stopped, releasing his mouth with a pop sound, “say my name again.” You shook your head, he frowned, “hm, fine be that way.” He thrusted his fingers inside, slipping in two easily because of how wet you have become. Embarrassingly so. You moaned, biting your lip and gripping at the sheets, “wait! Mark im gonna—“

“I know sweet thing, cum for me” he whispered in her ear, and you came with a cry. He smirked againist your neck, and removed his fingers, replacing them with his cock almost immediately. You gasp, holding into his shoulders, “Mark!”

Your legs were held by him as he continued his brutal thrusts, he grunted, watching your breast bounce from the movement. He watched as your eyes rolled into the back of your head. The head board slammed into the wall, and the room shook with terrifying force. He wasn’t gentle, not compared to your mark, who was so sweet. This one was rough, and he thrusted with a purpose, to prove a point, to show how helpless you are. Proven by how you cried out his name, begging for more yet telling him to stop, orgasming again and again.

The night stretched on in unsettling silence. The exhaustion from the tension, the fear, the constant fight inside you, finally overtook your resolve. Your body, despite your best efforts to stay alert, succumbed to sleep. You didn’t remember exactly when you drifted off, but the comfort of the bed—distant as it seemed—lulled you into a restless slumber.

While you slept, the air in the room shifted again. It was subtle, but he was still awake, watching you.

Slowly, his fingers moved, tracing the outline of your body with a practiced ease. It was gentle at first, almost tender, but there was a coldness to it—like a predator savoring the moment before striking.

As his fingers moved down the curve of your side, you remained unaware, lost in the haze of your dreams, and a small, satisfied smirk curled onto his lips.

“Told you it would work,” he murmured softly to himself, his voice low, just loud enough for you to hear in your half-conscious state. The words were a sickening reminder of the game he played, his ownership, his control over the situation.

His hand lingered just a moment longer before he pulled it away, enjoying the subtle shift in the room that came with his touch—the way your body tensed slightly, though you didn’t wake.

He leaned back, still watching you, the darkness in his eyes a constant reminder of the twisted reality you were now stuck in. And in the quiet of the room, his smirk remained, the satisfaction of his control evident in every move he made.

As you slept, the nightmare never truly ceased—it only shifted forms.

[tea-writes19]

yes | poly!b.b. s.w. j.t.

pairing: bucky barnes x sam wilson x joaquin torres x f!reader

summary: your followers are confused on who you are dating

warnings: established relationship(s), polyamorous relationship, swearing, fluff, pure crack tbh, comedy, suggestive content

a/n: this is purely for my own enjoyment. please be aware of the warnings and pairing. don’t like don’t read. okay that’s all, enjoy :)

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yourusername: word of advice: don’t go camping with bucky

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user1: oh to be y/n

user2: fr i wanna be friends with the avengers too

user3: wait i thought she was dating one of them?

user4: no lol they’re just friends

user5: nah she’s def sleeping w/ one of them

user6: sam’s face😭😭

user7: he looks so annoyed😭

joaquintorres: legend has it sam is still on that rock pouting bc we woke him up to watch the sunrise

samwilson: maybe i would’ve been less grumpy if bucky hadn’t made us hike 3 miles to see it…

yourusername: lol ok mr. i haven’t had my morning coffee yet

buckybarnes: i didn’t force you to come with

samwilson: your exact words were (and i quote) get your ass up or else

user8: 😭😭

samwilson: i distinctly remember you groaning the whole time up too

yourusername: maybe, but you don’t have any proof

joaquintorres: uhhhhh….

user9: seeing joaquin’s post first makes this comment section even funnier

user10: wait what did joaquin post??

user9: a pic of y/n looking grumpy watching the sunrise

user10: omg i’m dying😭😭

user11: same!

buckybarnes: i’m not that bad

yourusername: doubt but ok

joaquintorres: liar liar pants on fire

user12: i’m starting to think bucky is that bad

user13: frfr

samwilson: STARTING TO?!?

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joaquintorres: not pictured: me losing feeling in my legs

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yourusername: damn i see how it is

samwilson: haha take that!!

joaquintorres: sorry love but sam bribed me w/ a new flight manoeuvre

yourusername: it’s ok guess i’ll just go kms😔

user14: love?👀

user15: y/n we love you please don’t kys

user16: #justicefory/n

user17: are you dating y/n?

user18: omg they’re just friends

user19: he called her love so…

user20: aw i was kinda hoping it was sam

user21: #teamjoaquin stays winning

samwilson: not pictured: how you lost said feeling in your legs

yourusername: ^^^

joaquintorres: i don’t think insta allows that kind of activity

buckybarnes: didn’t stop sam last time

user22: AYY YO WHAT??!!

user23: OH MY GOD

user24: SAMUEL ARE YOU IMPLYING WHAT I THINK YOU’RE IMPLYING

user25: i’m so confused rn…

user26: wait are sam and joaquin together???

user27: not bucky mentioning storygate tho🫢

peterparker: i love being left out😒

yourusername: pete you know damn well why you were left out

peterparker: doesn’t make my fomo hurt any less

samwilson: you can come with next time instead of buck

buckybarnes: YOU’RE GOING TO REPLACE ME WITH THE KID?!?!

samwilson: yes

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samwilson: this trip would have been better without bucky

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yourusername: say it louder for those in the back🗣️

user28: not all of them hating on bucky😭😭

user29: like sir what did you do?!?

buckybarnes: none of you appreciate me and it shows

yourusername: i thought i showed my appreciation perfectly fine last night🤨

joaquintorres: maybe don’t take us hiking for 5 days straight next time…

user30: HELLO??? Y/N!?!

user31: y’all wanna share smth with the class👀

user32: wdym by that y/n huh?

user33: i was going to say their friend group is so wholesome but after y/n's comment idk anymore

user34: lmao fr

user35: same like didn’t joaquin call her love in a comment on his post???

user36: maybe it’s just a nickname and she’s really dating bucky?

user35: what FRIENDS call each other love?!?

peterparker: me watching everyone in the comments freaking out be like: 🫢☕️

user37: tell us what you know!!!

samwilson: gotta keep em on their toes

user38: spill the beans peter…

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buckybarnes: i for one had a lovely time

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samwilson: ofc you did😒

yourusername: i liked it when you let us take a break that one time

joaquintorres: best 2 mins of my life

user39: are y’all ok?😭😭

yourusername: no :)

user40: wait a sec…are those y/n’s legs in the hammock??

user41: +1 point for #teambucky

user42: i’m starting to think it’s a throuple situation or smth bc what😭

user43: you’re so real for that

user44: are you or are you not dating y/n

buckybarnes: …

user45: that wasn’t a no!

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yourusername: morning workouts >>>

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user50: i think a little more than working out is going on girlie

user51: ^^^

joaquintorres: wdym that’s working out too…

user52: SIR—

buckybarnes: workouts without sam >>>

samwilson: I WAS TIRED YOU FUCK

yourusername: god just kiss already🙄

joaquintorres: who says they aren’t rn

yourusername: wait you right…it’s been awfully quiet

user53: OH

user54: ayy yo what’s bucky and joaquin doing👀

joaquintorres: working out duh

buckybarnes: duh🙄

user55: 😭😭

user56: two guys working out zero feet apart bc they’re gay

buckybarnes: so close…we’re bisexual

user56: my bad

user56: two guys working out zero feet apart bc they’re bisexual

joaquintorres: there we go👍

peterparker: oh would you look at that, i was left out again…

yourusername: PETE YOU HAD SCHOOL

buckybarnes: get off your phone and pay attention in chem

peterparker: the fact you know my schedule is slightly disturbing

user57: only slightly?

peterparker: everything mr. barnes does is scary

user57: valid

yourusername: even me🥺

peterparker: especially you

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joaquintorres: the moon to visit steve

yourusername: we’re flying to the moon in our favorite rocketship

joaquintorres: zooming through the sky, little einsteins!

user58: rfk jrs swear-in

user59: bahamas?

user60: so are you and sam dating?

peterparker: ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME

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yourusername: italy i love you and your cats

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user61: GIRL WHO ARE YOU DATING???

yourusername: yes

user62: yes to who?????

yourusername: yes

user63: oh my god

user64: are they…all dating each other???

user65: quick where’s the girl who predicted this

user42: i’m here🙋‍♀️

user66: you know what, good for them

user67: get that d y/n

user68: damn girl leave some for the rest of us😭😭

yourusername: meet my friend peter @/peterparker

peterparker: wait what

joaquintorres: i don’t think i’ve ever seen bucky and sam so close to murdering each other and us before

peterparker: that’s bc you weren’t at the airport in 2016

yourusername: ^^^

yourusername: if looks could kill we’d be dead rn

buckybarnes: if you guys had taken 5 minutes longer i would’ve cannibalised sam

samwilson: man come on

user69: how yellowjackets of you

yourusername: i promise you he doesn’t understand that reference

joaquintorres: but we do and we agree

user70: damn i wanna go to italy now

user71: i can’t believe we got cap polycule before gta 6

user72: the tumblr girlies are going to go crazy

user73: it’s like destiel becoming canon again over there

user74: it’s already trending😭😭

peterparker: why do i even bother to talk to y’all anymore

yourusername: bc you love us

samwilson: atp you’re our adopted son

buckybarnes: i don’t want stark’s kid tf

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user75: please which one is teaching you slang😭

joaquintorres: yay i beat out the other two

samwilson: this is pure favoritism

buckybarnes: i didn’t see you complaining last night…

yourusername: joaquin is never going to let this go😔

user76: first ever story and its confirmation of the polycule

user76: god i love it here

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samwilson: venice (feat. y/n making us stop to pet every cat she saw)

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user77: y/n is so valid for that

user78: my fav polycule

user79: i love how we’re all just like yeah, makes sense

user80: tbf it does make so much sense

user81: we were all wondering who y/n was fucking when really they were all fucking each other

yourusername: bucky said we could keep one!

samwilson: i swear to god if i find a cat in your carry on y/n…

yourusername: uhh i have to go

buckybarnes: my exclusion from the post is payback for my story isn’t it?

samwilson: good to see your brain works sometimes buck!

user82: oof someone get some water for that burn

user83: so does this mean alpine is getting a friend?

samwilson: no

buckybarnes: yes

yourusername: yes

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joaquintorres: we in the spaghetto!

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yourusername: PASTA PASTA

user84: the caption😭😭

user85: i need to know the reason behind slide 2

joaquintorres: sam was yelling at us bc of the cat😔

yourusername: he’s trying to make us get rid of her

buckybarnes: he’s being very rude to gelato

samwilson: WE CAN’T JUST GRAB A CAT OFF THE STREET AND SHIP IT BACK TO THE USA

yourusername: not with that attitude you can’t

user86: live laugh love the spaghetto

user87: omg i love that tiktok😭

peterparker: i call dibs on being gelato’s godfather

joaquintorres: that’s your sister

samwilson: i can’t believe i’m a father of three

buckybarnes: i’m still not acknowledging the kid as mine

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buckybarnes: they complained about this trip a lot less

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joaquintorres: i’m not saying it’s because we had running water but that’s exactly what i’m saying

buckybarnes: i still question why you joined the air force sometimes

samwilson: damn so that’s how you want to play huh

buckybarnes: i don’t know what you’re talking about🧑‍🦯

user88: please tell me that’s gelato🥹

yourusername: sadly no but i wanted to keep this one too

user89: love how y/n is petting a different cat in each post

user90: she’s one with the cats

user91: the cat-whisperer fr

yourusername: damn that’s a good pic of me

peterparker: narcissistic behavior

yourusername: you would be too if you were me

user92: you go queen!!

user93: i’m loving the self confidence!

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user94: stop she’s so cute🥹🥹

user95: omg adorable🤍

peterparker: i love my baby sister

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[heavensoutofsight]

billie eilish in baseball caps... breathe if you agree

[bandsofmarv]

Shattered shield

After discovering Steve’s betrayal, your world falls apart. Heartbroken and doubting yourself, you find solace in the most unexpected place—Bucky Barnes, Steve’s best friend. You realise that the love you’ve been searching for has been with Bucky all along.

Possible TW - cheating, smut, betrayal.

You never thought you’d find yourself here—sitting alone in the quiet darkness of your apartment, the remnants of your relationship with Steve Rogers crumbling around you. You’d trusted him, believed in him, but that trust had been shattered the moment you caught him with someone else. Someone who wasn’t you.

It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. You were supposed to be enough. But the broken pieces of your heart told a different story.

The sound of a knock at the door pulled you from your thoughts. You frowned, wiping at your tear-streaked face as you stood. It was late, and you weren’t expecting anyone. But when you opened the door, you found Bucky Barnes standing there, his steel-blue eyes filled with concern.

“Bucky,” you said, your voice hoarse. “What are you doing here?”

“Steve told me,” he said simply, his voice low. “What happened.” Of course, he had. Steve and Bucky were best friends—brothers, even. It made sense that he’d turn to Bucky, though the thought sent a pang of resentment through you.

“Came to check on you,” Bucky continued, his gaze sweeping over your tear-stained face. “You okay?”

You stepped aside, letting him in without a word. He shut the door behind him, the weight of his presence filling the room as you sank back onto the couch.

“I’m fine,” you lied, though the quiver in your voice betrayed you.

Bucky scoffed, taking a seat across from you. “You’re a terrible liar, doll.”

You managed a weak smile, but it quickly faded as the silence settled between you. Bucky’s expression softened, and he leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees.

“You didn’t deserve that,” he said, his voice steady but filled with emotion. “Steve screwed up. Big time.”

“I thought I was enough for him,” you whispered, your throat tightening with the weight of your heartbreak. “But I wasn’t.”

“Hey,” Bucky said, his tone firm as he moved to sit beside you. “That’s not on you. That’s on him. Don’t ever think you weren’t enough, because you are.”

The sincerity in his voice made your chest ache. You looked up at him, and for the first time, you noticed the intensity in his gaze, the way he looked at you like you were the only thing that mattered. It was a stark contrast to Steve’s wandering eyes.

“I don’t know how to feel,” you admitted, your voice breaking. “I’m angry. Hurt. But most of all, I feel stupid.”

“You’re not stupid,” Bucky said, his hand brushing against yours. His touch was warm, grounding. “You loved him. You gave him everything. That’s not stupid—that’s brave.”

His words struck a chord deep within you, and before you knew it, tears were streaming down your face again. Bucky pulled you into his arms without hesitation, holding you as you cried into his chest. His embrace was strong, steady, and for the first time in days, you felt safe.

——————————————————————

Weeks passed, and Bucky was there for you every step of the way. He never pushed, never asked for more than you could give. But the way he looked at you, the way he made you laugh when you thought you’d forgotten how—it all made your heart ache in a different way.

One night, you found yourself alone with him again, this time at his apartment. He’d invited you over for dinner, and you’d accepted, grateful for the distraction. But as the night wore on, the tension between you became impossible to ignore.

“Bucky,” you said softly, setting your glass of wine down. “Why are you doing all this?”

He frowned, leaning back in his chair. “What do you mean?”

“You’ve been there for me, more than anyone else. Why?” Your voice trembled as you met his gaze. “You don’t owe me anything.”

“Don’t you get it, doll?” he said, his voice raw. “I’m not doing this because I owe you. I’m doing it because I care about you.”

Your breath hitched, and he stood, crossing the room to kneel in front of you. His metal hand rested on your knee, while his flesh hand cupped your cheek.

“I’ve cared about you for a long time,” he admitted, his eyes searching yours. “But you were with Steve, and I’d never do that to him. But now…”

“Bucky,” you whispered, your heart racing.

“If this is too much, tell me,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “But I can’t keep pretending I don’t feel this way about you.”

You didn’t reply. Instead, you leaned forward, your lips meeting his in a kiss that was soft, tentative, and filled with unspoken longing. Bucky responded immediately, his hands pulling you closer as the kiss deepened.

“Are you sure about this?” he murmured against your lips, his voice thick with restraint.

“More sure than I’ve ever been,” you said, your fingers tangling in his hair.

That was all the encouragement he needed. He lifted you effortlessly, carrying you to the bedroom as his lips claimed yours again. The air was charged with a mix of desperation and tenderness as he laid you down, his hands exploring your body with reverence.

“I’ll take care of you,” he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear. “The way you deserve.”

And in that moment, you knew he meant it. Bucky wasn’t just a rebound or a distraction—he was your future.

[bumblehoneybee]

Hello!! I really loved your Curly Drabble ("Easy Smiles"). I was wondering if I could get a (kind of?) continuation of that? Maybe we can see the types of things Reader notices about Curly? And maybe Anya/Daisuke/Swansea tease them for having eyes for the captain? Thank you so much!!! <3

Easy On The Eyes

A soft poke to the shoulder drew you from your daze.

"You're staring." Anya said, a teasing smile on her face.

"Hm?" You hummed, blinking back into reality slow. Still, you refocused on where your gaze was, a remembered why you were so lost in thought.

That god forsaken captain of yours.

You weren't so obtuse as to not admit that he was handsome. He was, and his the slight goofiness he could carry made him charming. Case in point, the smile he tried to keep up as Daisuke showed him his game and rambled on about the lore. Something you all had been subjected to, but now it was finally the captain's turn.

And watching him struggle to understand just what Daisuke was explaining to him made for good entertainment. Curly could be awfully expressive when not focused on the job at hand. His nose wrinkled, brows furrowed, only to lift up with shock at the more nonsensical parts of the lore being explained to him.

Hell, sometimes he even cocked his head to the side, like a puppy. It was terribly cute, and your pride wasn't so strong as to hold you back from saying it.

"What can I say," you shrugged to Anya, watching her silly grin grow, "he's easy on the eyes. We don't got a lot to look at on this ship," you made sure to wiggle your brows at Anya, "and if I stared at you any longer, you'd burst into flames."

Anya shoved your face back, laughing. "Oh, shut up!"

You giggled against her palm, pleased to see that not only did the compliment land, but Anya also had forgotten about your staring problem.

"Hey!" The cry was your only warning before arms encircled your head. "Don't hurt my favorite crewmate, Anya! You're supposed to heal, you know? Not harm!"

"Yeah, Anya," you pouted, doing your best to ignore the blue eyes you could see watching your little act, "you know I'm fragile."

"They're baby!"

"I'm baby, Anya."

Anya, well aware she would not win the fight, raised her hands in surrender. She stood up, stuck her tongue out at Daisuke and you, then trotted off out of the lounge with a simple goodbye to Curly.

Curly, who was now grinning at you and Daisuke.

"I thought I was your favorite crew member." He said, faking his own pout as Daisuke hugged you tighter. It was cute. Cute cute cute. Made you want to kiss him- who said that?

"You're captain," Daisuke said, thankfully not needing your help to keep the banter going, "so I'm, like. . . legally required to say you are."

That earned the boy a bark of laughter from you. "Ha! Don't say it like you hate him!"

"I don't!" Daisuke protested quickly. "I-I didn't mean it like that, it's just that, y'know, Cap has the ability to fire us, and I don't wanna be stranded in the middle of space and have to call my mom and tell her. . ."

He went on, but it was hard to listen fully with the weight of those blue, blue eyes still on you. Curly smiled at you, obviously also not listening to Daisuke's rambling. You smiled back, bashful.

Yeah. He was real easy on the eyes. If only you had the courage to tell him so.

[ezralva]

These panels will never stop crushing me

Choso, the eldest brother who, in every single second of his life, only thinks about his little brothers and nothing else.

[dhampling]

and i feel you there, in the middle of the night. (x)

[luigilore]

i can’t stop thinking about cuddling with lu and him whispering the sweetest things to u while you’re like nose to nose as close as u could ever be😔

ughhhh anon stop this is so good :’) he would love cuddling im imagining him getting home from work and just like melting into your touch…. sometimes u have nights where ur both just attached to each other… and the bed… and just spend all night talking and cuddling, whispering the sweetest promises <3

this is a short little blurb about it i hope u enjoy <33

You're so close that you can see the details of Luigi's face so perfectly; highlighting the pointed slope of his nose, the stubble across his jaw and down his neck, the freckles dotting his cheeks, the hazel flecks in his eyes. He lets you toy with his fingers, fitting them in and out of your palm.

“Hi,” you whisper after a few minutes of silence, slightly leaning off of him to settle into the crook of his arm, letting his hand that was wrapped around you trail along your spine to settle at the small of your back. Luigi’s large palm spreads over your skin, pushing up your thin shirt to press against your bare skin, his warm hand meeting your equally warm back.

Your lips brush against his now close shoulder and move silently to kiss his neck and you smile against his warm cheek that’s pressed close against you, feeling a satisfying prickle of stubble against your skin.

Luigi lifts his head to look at you pointedly- and suddenly. He always becomes endearingly earnest at night, alone in bed like this, impossibly intimate. “I think I’ve loved you since the first time I saw you," he starts slowly but continues, "I don’t know what it means. I just know- I don’t think I could ever not love you.”

Your chest swells with an overwhelming amount of love. “I wouldn't want you too,” you say softly, intertwining your hands and tucking yourself even closer into his chest that you can feel his heartbeat. “I love you too, you know.” 

“You’re so pretty,” He murmurs in the brief pauses of the steady sound of his heartbeat, pressed closely against your cheek. You laugh into his skin and Luigi watches the way his words make you smile, so warm and comforting and genuine, and he thinks that’s all he wants to do forever and ever. 

[multi-fandom-imagine]

<Stan giving you his jacket and building you a fire👏>

[blavikennbutcher]

Bucky Barnes, illustrated in photoshop Available here

Captain America