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Sinopsis:

Los gemelos Lecter son la dupla de hermanos más prestigiosa del país, también son unidos y lo comparten todo. Al menos así fue hasta aquella visita nocturna al bar favorito de Nigel donde la nueva adquisición del dueño, despierta los instintos más bajos de los mellizos.

¿Será Will Graham lo que finalmente ponga en duda el lazo tan fuerte que Hannibal y su idéntico han forjado desde antes de llegar al mundo?

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Night Shift

[He’s Hazardous To My Health Series]

Paramedic!Bucky Barnes x Resident!Fem!Reader

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Summary: When you’re stuck on night shift for two weeks, you and Bucky find it difficult to spend time together.

Warnings: strictly 18+, smut, oral sex (fem receiving), fingering, mention of sending nudes/audio within an established relationship, implied food play, mention of dialysis and an elderly patient dying, soft fluff

Word count: 4.5k

A/N: I truly didn’t mean for this part to be this long, yet here we are. Some soft smut and domestic fluff after the angst of part 5. Banners by @vase-of-lilies

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“My place next weekend?” Bucky poses as he peppers delicate kisses over your face. You scrunch your nose and let out a little squeal of glee that promotes him to continue his trail of kisses along your jaw and down the column of your neck.

The prospect of spending an entire week without seeing or touching Bucky seems like pure torture. You suspect Thor didn’t take kindly to you turning him down in favour of Bucky which has resulted in you covering the night shift for the next two weeks.

With Bucky still living with and taking care of his Ma recovering at home after being discharged from the surgical ward last week, and your now severely conflicting schedules, you know you won’t find the time to see each other until the following weekend.

You have to remind yourself that you only have to endure six days without him, not even a full week, but it’s the six nights attempting to fall asleep in an empty bed without his strong arms cuddling you into his broad, musky scented chest that you suspect will be more tormenting to endure.

“What have you got planned?” Your eyes narrow, trying to see if you can get any clues by reading his countenances. Unfortunately, all he does is smile, which gives away nothing except for the soft flutter of butterflies in your stomach that indicate how you enjoy being the cause of his happiness.

“You’ll just have to wait and see.” God he loves to tease, and as much as you adore him for it, having something specific to look forward to at the end of the week would actually be very helpful in surviving the week.

“Can it be next weekend already?” You whine between peppered kisses around your face. Bucky simply chuckles, but he feels your pain, he doesn’t want to have to endure the impending week without you either.

“I promise, the week will go by in a flash.”

But this one time, Bucky’s promise isn’t truthful.

The week feels like it’s moving through tar.

You’re awake when it’s pitch black outside and when you attempt to sleep at home, the sun is seeping through your curtains, almost mocking you that you can’t be outside enjoying it.

The night shift drags on more so than a regular day because you don’t have Wanda keeping you company, and you know that you won’t be able to steal glimpses of Bucky which normally sustain you throughout your shift.

You then come home and crash on an empty bed in a lonely apartment when most people are only just starting their day. Your mind can’t help but wonder what Bucky is doing at this very moment. Perhaps he’s making breakfast for his mom, and you smile thinking about them joking together over their cereal. Or maybe he’s having his morning shower, the hot water cascading over his toned body, his wet hair falling in front of his eyes as he washes his naked body.

Possibly thinking about you.

Maybe even touching himself to the thought of you being right there with him.

And that’s the image you manage to fall asleep thinking about and which enters your dreams.

The following day is no better. Sporadic messages from Bucky during his waking hours is the only contact you have with him, until it gets too late where his communication ceases altogether, under the assumption he finally fell asleep.

After driving home, and two and a half long days without seeing him, you’re desperate to hear his voice. Sadly, the only time you manage to hear it is when his voicemail instructs you to leave a message because you’ve missed him. At a very minimum he will be able to hear your voice if you leave a voicemail, so you decide to tell him about your day.

“Morning baby, I know you’re probably with your Ma, but I just finished my shift and I’m on my way home and I’d thought I’d see if I could catch you before I fall asleep. It was a tough one today, Mrs Stewart, that lovely lady on dialysis who read my cards, the one I told you about last week, she came into the ER again and passed away overnight. I organised for her daughters to come in to say goodbye, but it felt like such an injustice, she should have had more time and been able to meet her grandbaby. I wish I had been able to come home to a hug and kiss from you.” You take a short pause, trying to compose yourself. You’re a doctor, losing patients is part of the job description and just makes saving lives that more extraordinary, but it is always easier to cope when you have Bucky there to run you a bath and help wash the day off you.

You don’t get that privilege this week.

“How’s your Ma? I know you said the other day she was meeting all her goals so I’m sure she’s breaking all kinds of records and continuing to be a mischief maker just like her son is.” You let out a chuckle, thinking of your cheeky boyfriend and his even sassier mom interacting with each other makes you grin. “Two nights down, four more to go. Honestly the weekend can’t come soon enough, I already miss you and it’s only been two days! Oh also, I sent you some pictures overnight, I hope you enjoy getting to look through those before bed later, I think you’ll like them. Sending you kisses and dirty dreams. I hope we get to speak soon baby.”

You hang up feeling ever so slightly better. Even though you weren’t actually speaking with him directly, in some strange way you feel like you have.

When you wake up, a good eight hours later, feeling more exhausted than when you went to sleep, one of the notifications you’ve missed is a call from Bucky, and your heart flutters when you realise he’s also left you a long voicemail.

“Hey darling, it was so great hearing your voice just before starting my shift, I feel like my day is already brighter from just listening to you talk. I’m sorry to hear about your patient, she seemed like such a sweet lady. If I were with you I’d give you the biggest hug and kiss, you deserve them both. Just know you are an amazing doctor; and her daughters will be grateful that they got their chance to say goodbye.” There’s a long pause in the recording, so much so you think your phone has accidentally switched off, but then you hear his voice again. “Ma is doing so well, we’re getting out and doing some small walks around her neighbourhood. She’s friends with one of the lady’s down the end of the street and her poodle puppy, so her motivation to keep walking is to see little Millie and get puppy kisses. I have to take her to a follow-up appointment after work, so it might prove a little tricky finding a time to chat but hopefully I can catch you before your shift.”

Your heart sinks, after not actually getting to speak with him earlier today you had hoped this afternoon would be your best chance to do so. But as disappointed as you are, you don’t blame Bucky one bit - he has to take care of his mom, and seeing the relationship they share only makes you adore him even more.

“I had a sneak at those pictures earlier and you made me harder than a fucking rock looking like a wet dream in that lingerie set. You can guarantee I’ll be looking at those when I go to sleep tonight. I might just have to send you some audio of how much I enjoy them.” Excitement tingles down your spine and you salivate at the thought of hearing Bucky get off to pictures of you. That of all the people he’s ever been with, you’re the one he can’t get enough of. “I hope you’re resting up baby, you deserve it. I’m sure we’ll speak soon, and if not, I’m just gonna keep listening to your voicemail on repeat so I can hear your voice again.”

You listen to his message three times. Firstly, just to hear his voice, how elated he sounds speaking to your voicemail. Second, to actually take in what he said. And thirdly, to listen to the sound of his voice again.

The remainder of the week wouldn’t be such a drag now that you could listen to his voice any time you want.

* * *

After your shift ends on Saturday morning, you have a pep in your step as you exit the hospital, on your way straight to Bucky’s place.

You’re finally going to see him again and nothing, not even the wet weather that you drive through towards his apartment, will dampen that.

When he answers his door, there’s a moment's pause where you simply stare joyously at each other, as if trying to determine if this is actually real or something concocted in a dream.

Seeing Bucky’s gorgeous, smiling face after a week apart is like a breath of fresh air. After a week of suffocating, you could now take a long, deep breath, oxygenating all those cells in your body which had been crying out for him. By the achingly doting expression on his face, you are positive he has longed for this moment as much as you have.

Someone else would probably think you had spent months apart with how hurriedly you pull one another into a crushing embrace. Your arms fling around his neck, pulling him down to you, and he pulls your waist flush with his as he buries his face in your neck.

“I missed you.” You whisper in his ear, taking in the familiar scent of his eucalyptus shampoo and that musky scent which was just naturally Bucky.

“Not as much as I missed you.” He mumbles, pulling back so his lips can capture yours in a tender kiss. His lips are soft and meld against yours with languid motions.

You stay in each other's arms for a long moment, basking in the warmth of each other's embrace, letting the rest of the world melt away as you revel in the delight of being reunited.

With a kiss to your forehead, Bucky takes your hand and leads you inside, not wanting to be deficient of your touch for even a single second longer.

“I have something to show you.” He proclaims with a mischievous grin. You’re left to ponder what it might be as he doesn’t give you any hints, however, you don’t need to wait long for when he leads you through the doorway to his living space the surprise hits you square in the chest.

“Bucky…” Your jaw drops open and you’re left speechless.

His lounge room is lit up with candles, casting a soft, warm glow over the entire room and filling the air with a sweet vanilla fragrance. The couch and coffee table have been pushed to the back wall to make room for a makeshift bed of multiple blankets and pillows. A small projector sits at the foot of the ‘bed’, pointing at a now bare wall, the few pictures Bucky did have up now stored on the coffee table. To top it all off, rose petals have been scattered all around the room, with a bouquet of the same flowers tied up neatly in a pretty bow beside the bed which you can only assume is for you.

“You did all this for me?” You choke out, trying not to let your emotions get the best of you but the lump in your throat betraying you.

“I’d do anything for you.” He responds without hesitation. “I wanted to have a romantic weekend together after not seeing you for so long.”

He looks at you with such extreme fondness, like something precious he values and wants to keep safe, and you have no choice but to kiss him. Not soft and sweet like his was, but instead ardently, fiercely. As a ‘thank you’. As a ‘I missed you’. As a ‘I care about you beyond what words can describe’. As a ‘I need you right now’.

Your hands find his hair and pull lightly, in the way you know he likes and which helps you open him up to you so you can sweep your tongue in his mouth.

You’re in control of the kiss until Bucky manages to slip a large hand past the elastic of your pants, fingers finding the wet patch forming in your panties. Even the feel of his thick fingers through the material is enough to make you keen, and all of a sudden you’re putty in his hands as he takes charge.

“How long have you been this wet for me, darling?”

“All week.” You moan breathlessly as he runs his fingers through your soaking folds, making sure his thumb circles your clit with the just the right pressure he has come to know with experience makes your toes curl. “Jerking off to your pictures just isn’t the same.”

“You need the real thing, baby?” Bucky nips at your earlobe before sucking on your neck, the sensation making you dizzy with lust. You want him - no, need him, more than you’ve needed anyone before, more than you need to breathe.

“Yes, please.” You beg, hands reaching down to feel his hardening cock underneath the material of his sweatpants. His lips connect with yours again as you cup his balls through his pants, a gravelly grunt escaping his lips

“Lay down, darling.” Bucky instructs, his spare, strong hand running down your back to assist you falling backwards onto his provisional blanket bed. “I got you.” He promises as you let him hold your body weight, placing you down carefully and ensuring your head rests on one of the pillows.

Bucky cages you in, his muscular form and intoxicating scent consuming your vision and filling all your senses. His eyes are brimming with desire, observing you underneath him as if you are the most alluring sight he’s ever had the pleasure of gazing at, and it only makes the wet patch in your panties grow.

“Need you, James.” He smirks as his real name falls from your lips. Bucky knows you mean business when you use it, and though he loves to tease you, today is not the time for that, because as much as you need him, he needs you even more.

“I know baby, Imma take good care of you, make you feel so good.” Bucky coos before sliding down your body, pulling your slacks and underwear off in one go. “There’s my pretty pussy.” As soon as his plump lips suck on your sensitive bundle of nerves, you’re sent straight to heaven. Without giving you a moment to think about how almost painfully good he’s making you feel and how much you’ve missed the feel of his tongue swirling at your core, he’s slipped two fingers inside you, fervently stroking your velvety, fluttering walls.

“Shit, Buck. God, I’ve missed your mouth.” If you were with anyone but your precious Bucky, who you trust implicitly, you might be embarrassed by how quickly the band at the bottom of your stomach is tightening, ready to snap at any second. But you never feel self conscious when you’re with him - his utmost concern with your pleasure, ensuring you always feel safe and comfortable when you’re with him nourishes the trust you share.

You look down at Bucky between your legs still fully clothed, rutting into the blankets beneath him, as if he’s getting off on purely the taste of you. You swear you’ve never been with a partner who actually enjoys eating you out as much as Bucky does, rather than seeing it as a chore to get through so you’ll suck them off.

Through his long hair, strands of which have fallen in front of his face, his piercing blue eyes look up to find you watching him intently, overflowing pleasure etched on your features, whimpers and moans cascading from your mouth. This only spurs him on. With a smirk you can feel against your sensitive folds, his movements become more frantic, pushing you ever closer to your impending high.

“Make a mess on my face, darling.” His breath is hot against your centre, before diving right back in, tongue feverishly licking up every drop of arousal he himself is responsible for, as his fingers curl to find that spot inside you which makes you see stars.

“Buck- oh god, oh please, right there, fuck yes, yes, right there, don’t stop.” Your thighs squeeze around his head but it doesn’t slow him down. He’s been starving for a week and nothing, even not being able to breathe, is going to stop him from taking you over the edge of ecstasy.

And that’s exactly what he does. With a simultaneous thrust of his fingers and suction on your clit, you cum with a cry of his name, thighs quivering and toes curling as your back arches off the pile of blankets and pillows that are now in disarray.

“That’s my good girl.” He praises, continuing to pump his fingers inside you as his other hand frantically rubs your clit, prolonging your pleasure and causing your body to involuntary jerk as your orgasm fires through every cell in your body.

When you finally come down, completely out of breath and sweat beading on your brow, Bucky smirks at you in his signature, cheeky way where you can’t help a reciprocating smile blossoming in your own features.

“Now, let’s see how many times you can cum on this fat cock.”

* * *

“Bucky?” You mumble with a hoarse voice as your eyes blink open to the bright early afternoon sun streaming through the cracks in Bucky’s curtains, even though you can tell he’s tried to pull them across as far as they will go so you can sleep in mild darkness.

When you don’t get a response you turn over lazily, arm reaching out to the spot beside you on the makeshift bed only to find cool sheets and spare pillows. Your heart drops that even though you got to fall asleep beside Bucky, you haven’t been able to wake up beside him.

That moment of happiness and contentment as you both open your eyes in the morning, being the first thing you each see in the day, after being the last before falling asleep, as soft smiles spread simultaneously over both of your features, is a type of pure magic you don’t want to be deprived of once you’ve had a taste.

Hearing movement and faint sizzling coming from the adjacent kitchen, you pull Bucky’s discarded Henley over your naked form and, with a stifled yawn, shuffle towards your boyfriend.

You take a moment to lean on the doorframe and admire your burly boyfriend, shirtless, with grey sweatpants hanging low on his hips, long hair tied back from his face in a small bun as he pours batter onto a frypan.

You could get used to this.

The muscles of his bare back flex as you rest your cheek on his shoulder blade, your arms snaking around his toned midriff

“Did you sleep well?” He asks softly as the hand he’s not using covers your left hand, fingers naturally slotting between yours. One of your favourite things since officially becoming his girlfriend is how physically affectionate he’s become. He’ll make any excuse to hold your hand, to sling an arm around your shoulders or have you sitting in his lap.

The fact that he seeks out that contact with you, makes your heart flutter each time. Warmth blooms in your chest knowing you’re the only person he wants that affectionate, lovey-dovey connection with.

“Hmm I guess. Wanted to wake up next to you though.” Your arms tighten around his waist, as if to reflexively keep him close and prevent him from moving away as he had done while you were asleep.

“I’m sorry darling, our sleep schedules are just off at the moment.” You kiss a freckle on his shoulder blade, a silent recognition that you understand what he means and you aren’t upset. You observe a shiver thinning down his back at your soft kiss so you do it again with a smile, loving that you’re the one person who gets to elicit that kind of reaction from him.

“Watcha making?” You ask lazily, standing on your tiptoes so you can see above his shoulder to what he’s cooking in the frypan. The room smells delicious, like sugary sweetness and melting butter

“Pancakes. Figured we’d need some energy after what we did this morning.” He chuckles as you let out a little squeal of delight. No man has ever put the effort in to cook for you before, and now Bucky’s making one of your childhood favourites. “Plus, they’re one of the only things I can make well.”

“They almost look as yummy as you.” You flatter, poking him at the ticklish spot he has just above his hip which makes him squirm and giggle.

“You’ll have to make sure to save room for your dessert then.”

You fall into comfortable silence as you remain resting on his back and Bucky continues to cook the pancakes one at a time, treasuring the closeness given your separation over the past week, but not needing conversation to feel at ease with each other's presence.

“Are you gonna fall asleep on me again, huh?” Bucky’s voice pulls you away from the dark void of sleep you were falling into without realising.

“Maybe… you’re just so comfy.” You mumble, your tired lips barely articulating the words, but Bucky chuckles like he knows what you’ve said.

“Here…” He places the spatula down and before you know it, he’s grabbing you by the hips and lifting you onto the counter beside his stove. He stands between your legs, casually kissing you and hands smoothing over your bare thighs. In this moment it feels as though nothing can come between you, even the prospect of spending the rest of your career on the night shift. “My sweet girl.” He mumbles against your lips, hooking your legs around his waist, getting lost in the taste of you to the extent that he almost forgets about the batter cooking on the pan and has to frantically untangle himself from you to turn them before they burn.

Once the pancakes are done, Bucky serves them up on a plate for each of you and leads you back to the living room with your hand in his, only leaving you huddled in the blankets alone for a moment to go grab all the topping options he purchased specifically for this occasion.

You start eating your pancakes as Bucky fiddles to connect the projector, cursing under his breath when it doesn’t work. You tell him not to mind, because after finishing your pancakes, you’re interested in other activities that don’t involve watching a movie, and making use of the rest of the whipped cream Bucky bought.

Though the weekend will surely go by in a flash, you want to stay in the moment with him and enjoy every sweet and sinful second you get together.

* * *

Before you know it, Monday has come round again and you’re back on the night shift. Yes, the week without Bucky had been difficult and you didn’t like it one bit, but you made it through once, so you know you can do it again.

Besides, your weekend of indulgence certainly made up for the lonely nights and days without seeing him, so you’re using the prospect of a similar weekend as motivation to get through another gruelling week.

Early on in your shift, as you’re preparing to send a young man in for an x-ray of his possibly fractured wrist, a familiar voice calls your name as they approach the nurses desk.

“Buck?” Your heart starts beating frantically thinking something must be catastrophically wrong for him to be in the ER at this time of night. “Is everything okay? Is it your mom?” Your voice is shaky, but your concern isn’t reflected on his face.

If you weren’t in a state of panic, you would have realised that him being in his EMT uniform was an indication of the true reason he found himself inside the hospital, but you fail to notice that detail in the moment of anxiety.

“Darling, everything is fine.” He punctuates his reassurance with a sweet kiss, his large hands calmly cupping your face and savouring the feel of your lips against his. “I swapped shifts with someone on nights for the week. I didn’t want to have to go another whole week without seeing you or sleeping next to you.”

Surprise stuns you for a split second - Bucky changed to the night shift because he missed you that much last week. Your stomach does a flip at how thoughtful his gesture is.

“Or do you mean sleeping with me? Are you a little pussy drunk, Barnes?” You tease.

“Oh I’m most definitely pussy drunk. Pussy addicted even.” He affirms with his signature smirk. Warmth blooms in your chest at how shamelessly he’s into you - you have become accustomed to men’s ambiguous signals, their aversion to commitment, but with Bucky, as soon as you proclaimed yourself as his girlfriend, he’s been nothing but unabashedly yours.

“You really swapped the night shift just for me?” You ask, voice softer and more vulnerable now. No one has ever gone out of their way to inconvenience themselves for you before. Part of your brain can’t believe seeing you more is the only reason Bucky has made the switch. Surely he must have some ulterior motive?

“Of course I did.” He says with an amused lilt as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Your stomach tingles with something of devoted affection when you perceive no trace of deception in his features.

“What about your Ma?” You question, very appreciative of what Bucky has done but concerned he hasn’t thought it through the whole way.

“Steve offered to help out, and I can still see her before each shift in the afternoon and afterwards in the mornings.” He reassures with a smile that relieves any doubt you were feeling. “Spending time with you is important to me. No one makes me feel as happy and content as I do when I’m with you, so when the opportunity presented itself, of course I took it.”

Looking into his steel blue eyes, which regard you with a familiar warmth and devotion, your stomach clenches as the realisation hits you - you have something in this world you’re terrified to lose.

Perhaps his edges are a little jagged by his past, but Bucky makes you feel like you’re in the exact right place at the exact right time, that there’s no rush, nothing to run or hide from, that you are precisely where you’re meant to be.

And though you don’t tell him that you’re falling in love, you kiss him like you do.

Part seven coming soon

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Дорогая 6 (The Winter Soldier/Bucky x Reader)

Summary: On the hike with Bucky, you find that you are losing yourself. Perhaps you're realizing that your situation is not all that bad, perhaps his words are finally getting to you. Whatever it is, you're certain you'll never see the compound again...

Warnings: +18 content, MDNI, dark content, angst, small fluff, Stockholm syndrome, manipulation, gaslighting, strong language, the smut you've all been waiting for, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), p in v, fingering, oral (f receiving), slight bondage, noncon/dubcon, let me know if I forgot anything

Word Count: +5k

дорогая Masterlist II Marvel Masterlist

Bucky has not left your side since you stepped out of the cabin. He walks close to you, so close that you can practically feel his breath on the back of your neck. It does nothing but fuel the thoughts you had in the shower, making them return tenfold. 

You try to focus on the trees around you, on the sounds of the birds above you, and on all the other pieces of nature. But every now and then, your thoughts crumble when you feel his hand grazing your back when he steadies you on a steep or rocky path. 

You can feel his eyes on your back. He won’t walk in front of you and lead the way on the hike. Walking behind you will prevent you from trying to run away again. If he’s behind you, he can catch up to you pretty quickly. If you were behind him, you could sneak away and get a few minutes head start. No, he’ll stay behind you. 

Even though you want to keep going, keep on walking so that you can distract yourself from your own thoughts, Bucky makes you stop, saying that you need to rest and drink water. Reluctantly, you listen. 

Taking the bottle of water he offers you, you see him watching you out of the corner of your eye. After taking a good long sip, he sees him smile at you and nod his head. “See how nice this is when you’re not fighting against me?” he asks, but you don’t respond in any way. 

His hand reaches out to your face, turning your gaze to him, making you look at him. And you feel your heart skip a beat in your chest. “Don’t give me the silent treatment. I hate it when you don’t want to speak to me,” he says in a small whisper. 

“I want to speak to Bucky,” you say back, pulling your face out of his grip to look down at the bottle in your hands. “The real Bucky.” 

You look up at him after a moment of silence to find that he’s not smiling anymore, not smirking, or anything like that. He’s just looking at you, with an almost sad look in his eyes. Seeing some kind of emotion in his eyes, you can tell that this has to be the real Bucky. It makes you shift forward, your heart leaping in your throat as you stop yourself to try and reach out to him. You can only whisper his name.

“Yeah, it’s me,” he whispers, his words coming out in a small laugh that doesn’t make you feel better. 

“Bucky, what’s happening? Why are you doing this?” you ask, feeling tears coming through your eyes that you try to fight back. 

He shakes his head at you, casting his eyes to the ground as he folds his hands together. “Because ever since you joined the team, I’ve wanted you. God, I wanted you so bad but I didn’t have the guts. I’m not…as fearless as my other self,” he adds, looking back at you with small tears in his eyes. “When my programming was triggered and I saw you, something else snapped in my mind. I can’t explain it, but it’s like I can choose who I want to be. Me, or the Winter Soldier. I chose to be him after the mission, thinking that he would at least tell you how I felt. I didn’t expect him to bring you here.”

Your hand reaches out to him and you can’t stop yourself from moving closer to him. “It doesn’t have to be like this, Bucky. We can go back to the compound and forget this ever happened. We can work this out, get you back to being you.”

He laughs, shaking his head, and looks back down at his hands. “I told you we can’t go back,” he whispers sadly, looking back up at you. “Do you have any idea what they’ll do to me if we go back? What they’ll do to us?” he asks, his hands grabbing you roughly, shocking you, and making you gasp. “They’ll separate us, do tests on me, God knows if they’ll even allow me back on the team.”

“It doesn’t have to be like that, Bucky. I’ll talk to them, convince them not to do anything to you-”

“Will you?” he asks, his voice going rough and dark as his hold on your hands tighten. “Would you ever want to see me again if we go back? You see, while we’re here, you have no choice. I’m there when you wake up and I’ll be there when you fall asleep and no one can separate us. Why would you want someone to separate us, (Y/n)? Do you really hate me that much that you don’t want to see me again?”

You shake your head, opening your mouth to argue against him. But you can’t say anything because you don’t know what to say. Honestly, you don’t know what you’d do if you convince him to go back to the compound, whether or not you’d want to see him again. He did kidnap you, almost kill you, almost starve you, threaten you, scare the shit out of you. Why wouldn’t you want to see him after that? But why wouldn’t you? You feel sorry for him, for what he’s going through. He shouldn’t be going through this alone. 

But why are you feeling sorry for him? You shouldn’t.

Groaning to yourself, you pull your hands out from his hands and run them over your face. Bucky moves in front of you, kneeling on the ground as he places his hands on your knees. “Do you see how complicated things will be if we go back? We’re happy here. Aren’t you happy?”

“I don’t know,” you whisper, staring down at him with wide eyes. “I don’t know. I don’t know what to think anymore. You keep on…” you stop.

“I keep on what?”

“Keep on putting thoughts in my head. I don’t know what to think anymore.”

“Then don’t think anymore. You don’t have to think anymore. Just feel,” he whispers, his hands reaching up to cup your face, making a shiver run down your spine as you remember the feeling you had in the shower earlier today. 

Before you can say anything again, he leans up and pulls you closer to him, pressing his lips to yours again. You tense up, your hands gripping each other as you stare at his face again, like you had this morning when he tried to kiss you. 

He breaks the kiss and keeps his face close to yours as his hold on your face tightens. He can tell that you’re overthinking this and that’s what’s making you hesitate. “Don’t think about it. Just give in to what you’re feeling,” he whispers, his thumb stroking the top of your cheek. 

As he leans in again, you close your eyes and decide to just go with it and see how kissing him really makes you feel. 

Something changes inside of you. It’s as if you can feel your insides stirring, your stomach irritated with butterflies as you lean in to kiss him harder. A little unwanted voice in your head wants this, pressuring you to kiss back deeply, telling you to ignore the other voice trying to tell you that this isn’t right, and trying to remind you what he’s done to you. 

But God, the feeling inside you as you kiss Bucky. Your hands involuntarily reach up to touch the side of his face as you lean closer to him. He stands, pulling you up with him, and his hands come to rest on your hips as his lips move against yours. 

Your head feels fuzzy, like you can’t pin down a single thought. Everything just blurs together and all you can feel is the stubble growing on his face - a prelude to a beard - and the way his hands tightly grip your hips as if to stop you from going anywhere. 

It’s only when you feel his hands sneaking to the hem of your shirt, his fingers slyly curling under it that you pull away to break the kiss. You breathe out a heavy sigh as you try to pull away from him, but his grip on you keeps you in his place. You don’t have the courage to open your eyes and look at him, but you can tell that his eyes are open and that he’s staring right down at you. 

“See how it feels when you just give in and not fight against yourself?” he asks in a whisper, his face still close to yours as his eyes stare into yours. “Imagine what it will feel like if you just give into me completely, Дорогая.”

His words send a shiver down your spine, making you breathe out an audible shaky sigh as his flesh hand traces your jawline and then runs down the length of your neck. It’s as if your knees go weak at his touch, his words from the night he brought you here ringing in your head. 

“But I won’t fuck you. Not until I know you’ll be begging me to not stop instead of begging me to stop, Дорогая. And I won’t fuck you until I have you moaning at that name instead of hating it.”

You won’t deny that you’ve gotten used to being called by that nickname, sometimes you even expect for him to call you that instead of using your name. And you wonder if his words are coming true now. 

He steps back away from you, smiling down at you the way that Bucky would as a way to greet you in the morning at the compound. He then holds out a hand for you to take the lead on the trail again. But you don’t want to carry on walking. You want him to kiss you again because when he kissed you, everything didn’t matter. You had forgotten about your situation, about everything else wrong in the world. 

You want him to push you against the closest tree and kiss you, making you forget about everything again so that you can live in a moment free of any worry and pure bliss. 

But you carry on walking, reveling in the feeling of his hand touching the small of your back as he walks close behind you. 

The trail loops back to the beginning where you and Bucky make your way back to your safe-house cabin. The rest of the walk is done mostly in silence, neither you nor Bucky speaking. If it weren’t for the sounds of leaves brushing against each other in the wind and the sounds of the birds singing above you, it would have been awkwardly silent the entire walk. Yet, the only thing on your mind is his presence, his touch, and the steady breathing from him that sounds close behind you. 

As the sun begins to set, everything gets a bit darker, you two hear a howl in the distance from local wolves that live in the woods. It makes the both of you freeze for a moment. And though the wolves are far away, you feel a sense of fear fill you, thinking about what could happen if they come upon you two while still in the open. You don’t have any weapons to defend yourself and you could be outnumbered very easily, depending on the size of the pack. 

Bucky places a hand on your back again, making you jump slightly as you turn to look back at him. “Don’t worry. We’re almost home.,” he comforts, running his hand up and down your back as he smiles at you. 

You know that he will be able to easily fight the wolves off with his metallic arm. He can protect you and you start to feel safe knowing that he’s here with you. You feel safe with him, and it gives you the courage to continue walking.

Arriving home soon as Bucky had said, you breathe a sigh of relief when he closes the front door behind him once inside the house. You put your stuff down neatly by the door, wiping the sweat from your hands on your legs as you stand up again, turning to face Bucky. 

He’s watching you closely, a small smile on his face as he takes a step towards you. “Thank you, for not running away,” he chuckles, his laugh making you smile lightly as you drop your gaze to his feet. He lifts your gaze back up to him by placing two fingers under your chin. “I enjoyed myself today.”

And you don’t know what comes over you, but you lean forward to place your lips to his. Perhaps it was the sound of wildlife outside that reminds you of the wandering wolves you heard, reminding you of how safe you felt with him closeby. Maybe it was the feeling of forgetting everything when you had previously kissed him. Whatever it is, you don’t pay it anymore mind the moment he kisses you back.

Your arms go up to wrap around his neck, pulling him closer as your hands go to his hair. His lips move against yours, his tongue urging you to open your mouth, turning the kiss more passionate, more intense. 

His hands resting on your hips grip them tighten as he pulls back to end the kiss. And when he tries to step away and say something, you hold him in place and shake your head. “Bucky,” you whisper, the carefree courage still inside of you pushing everything else out of your mind. You don’t want him to leave you. 

“You should get some rest,” he whispers, resting his forehead against yours as his hands come up to cup both sides of your face. “Дорогая.”

You shudder at the nickname, releasing a shaky breath as you take a small step back. You wait for him to stop you again, pulling you in for another kiss to finish what you might have started when you went in for the kiss. You expect him to take control of you again. 

But he lets you go. Even though it seems that his hands twitch to grab you again, he lets you walk to the room, silent and timid, his eyes scanning over your body as you walk. The desire grows in his body. 

When you’re out of the room, Bucky takes a deep breath and runs his hands through his hair as he turns around. “Fuck,” he whispers to himself as he rests his hands on the cabernet by the front door. He closes his eyes and all he can picture in his head is having you bent over the back of the couch, naked under him as he fucks into you at a relentless pace, taking what he wants as you whimper beneath him. 

“You want her.” Hearing his Winter Soldier self whisper in his head, his gaze snaps up to the mirror hanging on the wall in front of him. And his image in the mirror seems to reflect the HYDRA assassin inside of him. “Take her. It’s clear she wants you too.”

He shakes his head, his hands gripping the edge of the cabernet tightly. “I-I don’t think I have that kind of courage. She’s just warming up to being here,” he says, staring at himself in the mirror. “I don’t want to go back to having to tie her up again if this doesn’t go right.”

The Winter Soldier chuckles in his head, but Bucky can see his wicked smile in the mirror. “That’s why I’m here. You need to be fearless and I don’t know what fear is,” he says, leaning a bit closer to the mirror. “Let me take over and I can give us both what we want.”

Bucky stares at himself, swallows roughly and then nods his head. “Okay.”

You don’t know when you fell asleep, but you did. Hearing the bedroom door open wakes you, but you don’t register it for a moment as you turn over on the bed. You open your eyes as you shift to get comfortable and your heart drops when you see a figure standing in front of the window, blocking the moonlight from filtering in through the window. 

Gasping in shock as you shoot up in your place, your breath catches in your throat when he moves towards you, kneeling on the bed so that you can see his face. It’s Bucky. But the look in his eyes tells you that it’s actually the Winter Soldier. 

“Easy, Дорогая,” he whispers, crawling over you with his hands either side of your body. “You really think you’d get away with that innocent kiss?”

Your whole body screams at you but you don’t know if it’s telling you to run or just give in to avoid his wrath. But all you can do is freeze in place as you stare up at him creeping closer and closer to your face. 

“Then again, it wasn’t so innocent, was it?” he whispers, smirking at you in the dark as his face comes close to yours. “I could feel how much you wanted me to fuck you right then and there.”

Words don’t come easily to your lips, leaving you just sitting there. “Bucky,” you call, your hand reaching up to grab his bicep. You don’t want the Winter Soldier to be in control at the moment. For some reason, you don’t feel safe now with him hovering over you. You’d feel safe if he was there in the woods with the threat of wild wolves, but you feel as if you need Bucky to be present in this moment for you to feel safe. 

“Bucky’s right here, Дорогая. Right in the back of my mind, watchingyou, wanting you,” he whispers, pushing his body against yours where you can feel his hardness pressing against the inside of your thigh. “Needing you.”

You quiver under his words and under his gaze as his foot pries your legs open. Your hands rest on his shoulders as you shake your head, trying to get a decent thought to come through. “Wait.”

“No more waiting. I’ve waited long enough for this,” he growls, grabbing your hands off his shoulders to pin them down to the bed. When you try to fight back against his hold, his grip tightens around your wrists as he forces you back down on the bed. 

“Not like this-”

“If not now, Дорогая, then when? Don’t make me get those handcuffs out again,” he growls, staring down at you as you freeze under him again. 

You don’t want to be tied up again. The first days you were here and cuffed to the bed were the worst days. You hate the idea of going back to that. So, you have no choice but to do what he wants. 

He leans down closer to your face, his lips barely touching yours as he stops for a brief moment. “Don’t think about it,” he whispers before he presses his lips to yours. 

The kiss is different from the one Bucky gave you. This one is more intense, it makes your heart beat faster in your throat and all you can think about is what the Winter Soldier has in mind for you now. What he will do to you if you give in and what would happen if you continue to fight back. 

Damned if you do, damned if you don’t.

His lips leave yours only to find a place on your neck as his hands travel down your body, keeping you down on the bed as they make their way to your hips. His burning fingers, each side contrasting from the metal digits of his left hand and the flesh of his right, dig under the hem of the shorts you’re wearing. Your legs twitch at the thought of him undressing you. His bionic hand slips in under the elastic band, making its way to your cunt like a homing missile ready to wreck your body. 

His kiss leaves a mark on your neck, something you can feel throbbing on your skin before his lips before moving down your collarbone as he begins to descend down your body. It’s a natural response that you know he won’t appreciate, but your hands push on his shoulders, trying to stop him from going any further down your body. 

He growls at your resistance, grabbing your hands again and holding them firmly as he sits up, still straddling your hips. “Seeing how you can’t be good now, guess I’ll have to intervene,” he says, holding your wrists in one hand as his other goes to undo his belt. 

You shake your head and try to pull your hands out of his hold. “No, please. Don’t do this,” you beg, watching in shock as he wraps the belt around your wrists.

Then he moves your arms over your head, looping the belt once more around the pole of the headboard. “Fucking keep them there,” he orders when he looks back down at you. The look in his eyes tells you that even though you can slip out of the makeshift cuffs, it will be better if you don’t even try. 

You nod your head, tears starting to well up in your eyes as he strokes your cheek with the back of his hand. “Good girl, my Дорогая.”

Trembling at the nickname makes him smile down at you, his hands on your hips pushing up your flimsy t-shirt to just below your boobs, exposing your stomach. As he returns to where he was before you tried to push him away, his hands coming to your hips again to slowly pull down your shorts and panties. His eyes flicker back up to yours, a wicked smile growing across his face as he pushes your legs even more open. 

With your lower half exposed, he crawls back over your body, his face coming above yours as he stares down into your eyes. “Say his name so that he can hear that you want him to do this to you,” he whispers, his hand cupping your pussy, fingers just teasing you at your entrance. “Beg him to fuck you.”

Your eyes screw shut as he slips a finger through your folds, brushing over your clit, and making your body tense up as you take in a sharp breath. “Bucky, please,” you whimper, a tear escaping your eye and rolling down your cheek. You moan as he slips a finger into you, curling as he thrusts them into you at a slow pace. “Oh God.”

“Fuck, you do want this,” he mutters before pressing his lips to yours, catching your moan before it leaves your mouth when he rubs his thumb in a circle on your clit. 

Your body arcs, pressing against him and his hand as he picks up his pace. You want to grab his wrist, have some control on his hand as it fucks into you roughly. But you can’t with your hands still bond above your head. All you can do is kiss him back.

Once again, you’re at his mercy.

His thumb continues to rub your clit, making you moan into his mouth, your body trembling in pleasure as you feel your climax rising. He can feel you clenching around his fingers, your thighs pressing together the faster his fingers thrust into your soaking pussy.

“I shouldn’t let you cum,” he whispers in your ear, his hand stopping and he pulls his fingers out of you, making you whine at the emptiness you feel inside you and the sudden loss of pleasure, your climax now ruined but leaving you wanting more. “Seeing as how you don’t want this at all.”

“No, no, no. Please,” you beg, pulling against the belt tying you to the headboard. “Please.” You almost cry out, pressing your lower body against him. 

He chuckles, standing up on his knees so he can get a better view of you pleading and begging for him to fuck you. “Since you asked so nicely. But you’re wearing too much for me.”

And without another word or breath, his hands rip your shirt, the tearing sound causing you to gasp as the rags fall on the bed. He licks his lips at the sight of your exposed breasts and when you quickly glance down to his crotch, you see a prominent bulge in his pants, straining to be released. “I should fuck that beautiful mouth of yours,” he growls, cupping the side of your face to run his thumb over your bottom lip. “But soon. Right now, I want something much sweeter,” he says, glancing down to the spot between your legs. “After all, you did beg me to fuck you.”

Did you? Did you beg for him to fuck you? You can’t recall saying anything like that, but you can’t think straight at the moment. 

You watch him undo the zipper of his pants, shoving them down past his hips and disposing them to the side. His cock is hard, springing up straight against his stomach. He’s big too. And thick. It makes you swallow roughly and flinch slightly at the thought that he will fuck you relentlessly with that and nothing you say or do can stop him. 

“You can take it,” he moans, pushing your legs open to position himself between them. “I know you can,” he whispers, guiding his cock to your entrance. 

He pauses for a moment, the head of his cock teasing your entrance, and his eyes locking with yours. His hand comes up to wipe a tear from your cheek. Then, he slowly pushes into you, making your mouth fall open and your chest filling with air as you stretch around his girth. “God, you’re so tight,” he mutters, his head falling between his shoulders to glance down at where your cunt swallows his cock. “Fucking perfect.”

“Bucky,” you whimper, your hands grabbing the belt around your wrists as you shift to get some kind of movement going.

His lips crash down on yours as his hips begin to thrust into you. He pulls out of you slowly so that just his head remains inside you before slamming into you, groaning at how you clench around him every time. His hand grabs your thigh, gripping it tight enough to probably leave a mark in the morning. He places your leg around his hip, allowing him to thrust deeper into you, causing new levels of pleasure and arousal to fill your body. 

You can feel the sweat starting to coat your forehead, and a mixture of sounds from you and Bucky moaning in ecstasy to his hips slapping against yours fills your ears. All you can think about at the moment is the pleasure filling your body, leading to your climax growing again. All you can think about is that you need this. You need a release. 

You grind your hips against him, meeting his thrusts as they grow faster and harder, your face falling in the bend of his neck seeing as how you can’t touch him even though your fingertips burn to touch him. 

“Bucky.”

Your voice makes his head snap up to you, his eyes telling you that it is Bucky above you now. The Winter Soldier is gone. Bucky doesn’t say anything though and he continues to thrust into you, fucking your cunt and making you moan his name again. 

“(Y/n). Fuck, you take me so well, doll,” he growls, pressing his lips to yours in a sloppy kiss that makes your heart pound faster.

He angles his hips in a certain way that hits your sweet spot, almost making you scream in pleasure, your body convulsing and trembling on the bed. “Right there?” he asks, repeating the movement and causing a loud moan to leave your lips as you throw your head back against the pillow. “Right there.”

“Yes. Fuck,” you moan, your eyes screw shut as he sucks on the mark on your neck. “Oh God,” you whimper when he does it again, thrusting into you roughly. 

You can feel your release coming, your walls clenching around his cock, milking him toward his own climax. “I can feel you’re close,” he whispers, his lips coming to your ear as he places a hand on the base of your neck. The fear that he could wrap his hand around your throat and choke you makes your heart skip a beat. And yet, it only adds to the pleasure building inside of you like adding fuel to a flame. “You gonna cum around my cock?”

All you can do is moan, your head weakly giving a nod as his thrusts turn harder and deeper. “Say his name. Scream it. Tell him that you’re his.” 

It’s the Winter Soldier speaking and you don’t know who is fronting at the moment. But that’s not what you care about. All you care about is the pleasure you feel in your body, building and growing making it feel as if your body is on fire. 

“Bucky!” 

You have no control over your voice as you scream his name, your climax reaching its peak as immense pleasure washes over you, clouding your already foggy mind. Feeling you clenching around him and the sound of his name leaving your lips makes Bucky fall over the edge himself. You feel him spilling inside of you, his hips stuttering lazily against you to ride out his high, uncaring about how you whimper at the sensitive feeling between your legs. 

He pants above you, his face buried in your neck as he stills inside of you. Slowly, he lifts his face to look at you, blinking as the hair curtains his face. “I’ve wanted that for so long, this almost seems like a dream,” he whispers, resting his forehead against yours. 

Your shoulders begin to ache at the position of your arms, your eyes falling shut as you let out a shaky breath. “Things could have been different if you had said something,” you say, your voice hoarse. 

“But things are perfect now. No use thinking about the past when we have a whole future to look forward to now,” he says, nuzzling your face before placing a quick kiss on your lips. 

With that, you know that you’ll never see the compound again.

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[billysnotdead]

good because that’s what i want. i want to be marked up and limping for days

And every time you sit down or your clothes rubs against the marks, you'll get wet all over again

[smolhornygf666]

a newer, darker chapter

with every loss of life, comes another to start something new.

a modern, perhaps greater afterlife understood by quite a few.

but life is not always what it seems.

the light at the end of the tunnel isn't seen by every being.

some don't know the light exists,

consumed by darkness and nothingness, must feel like bliss.

then again could be another reason for getting hurt.

completely unaware to the life ending in your eyes makes it sound worse.

we're all cursed.

to experience life after death, it's our fate

when we're at our last and reach our final date

you think to yourself that it was all a mistake

but it's too late

it's all over.

you've become the unknown and it's taking over.

everyone's gone and you're left with tears but no shoulder

..to cry on.

might take you some time though,

but you'll move on

know why?

because you're just another character

that's ready for a newer.. darker chapter .

- star.

[pinkydevil16]

DARK MEAN DOM XAVIER THORPE SMUT PLEASEEEEE WITH SIZE KINK TOO BC HES SO TALL

"Look at you, god you're so tight, i feel like i'm splitting you in two, fuck, you should see how well you take my cock like this." Xavier muttered as he held Y/n'd thighs over his shoulders, drool coming out her mouth where his fingers were laid flat on her tongue her eyes closed as she moaned, moving his other hand to her stomach and pressing down making her squeak.

"do you feel that? Taking me so well, you're so tiny and warm, fuck. You should see your pussy right now, barely took two of my fingers before and now you're begging for me to fuck you even deeper." Y/n crying out his name as he thrust deeper loving how she bounced on his cock, his whole body covering hers as he pressed her thighs into her stomach moving his hand over her throat.

"Such a small throat, make my hands look huge when i'm choking you, need to see you suck my dick like this, bet you little mouth can barely fit. You'll probably choke and whine like the little whore you are." Xavier moaning as Y/n sucked on his fingers, barely able to fit them in her mouth as he pushed deeper loving how she gagged slightly.

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[itssmerafecameron]

i miss you today :( i was just in tannyhill all by myself while you were “working”

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Blunt Force Trauma

[He’s Hazardous To My Health Series]

Paramedic!Bucky Barnes x Resident!Fem!Reader

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Summary: While out for an unusual date night, Bucky and you witness an emergency.

Warnings: strictly 18+, car accident in which cars plough into storefronts (not involving reader or Bucky), multiple injuries including the drivers of the cars, someone trapped under a car having trouble breathing, description of lacerations, blood, no casualties, Bucky doubting himself and being insecure, discussion of money/disparity in wages, John Walker because he is always a warning

Word count: 3.4k

A/N: a BIG thank you to @skittle479 who gave me the inspiration for this part, I hope I did your idea justice darling ❤️ I apologise if this is a little rusty, I haven’t been writing consistently for a little while. Banners by @vase-of-lilies

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Bucky usually feels adept and influential sitting in the front seat of an ambulance, uniform proudly donned with the badge above his heart, perched higher than most of the traffic and capable of speeding past with sirens blaring whenever required.

But when John Walker sits beside him in the driver's seat, all he feels is agitation.

“You got any plans this weekend?” His annoyingly snarky voice fills the otherwise silent cabin as they pull up to a red light.

“Yeah, I’m taking my girlfriend to see the new Barbie movie on our mutual day off. And then probably just grab some food afterwards.” Bucky tries keeping his answer short and to the point, not wishing to divulge any more information than he needs to fundamentally answer the question without being rude, nor the giddy fluttering of his heart at referring to you as his girlfriend.

Not only does John Walker have a reputation of doing a rushed job in the field, with somehow thinking his skills are far superior to anyone else in the force, but he is also too nosy for his own good and incapable of keeping topics discussed in confidence to himself.

Steve’s learnt that lesson a few times.

“Dinner and a movie?” The inflection of John’s voice makes it seem like a query, but it’s muttered under his breath in what Bucky would classify as an almost disgusted tone.

“Is there something wrong with that?”

“Just that… she’s a doctor right?” The intonation of John’s question has doubt settling like led in the pit of Bucky’s stomach. That there is inherently something erroneous about a paramedic like him being with a doctor like you.

“Yes.” He confirms without questioning how John even knows that information given Bucky has never mentioned directly to him who you are or what you do for a living.

“Well don’t you think she’ll be after something a little more… upmarket than dinner and a movie? She’ll be friends with other doctors and surgeons at the hospital, they’ll be able to afford fancy dinners in the best part of town, seeing expensive shows, musicals, operas that cost a hell of a lot more than seeing a movie. Girls wanna be treated like princesses, not some commoner.”

Bucky’s heart drops. He specifically remembers you telling him about how for every date night Wanda and her new boyfriend, an anaesthesiologist, try out another lavishly expensive restaurant in the richest part of the city.

Was that you dropping hints that’s where you wanted him to take you for date night? Is he greatly disappointing you by instead taking you on such a generic date?

He hates to let anything John tells him get under his skin, but maybe he has a good point in this instance…

Of course you deserve far better than something so plain, but Bucky doesn’t have the savings to be able to take you to Michelin star restaurants that charge exorbitant prices for such small servings.

But if he doesn’t do this, at least once, will it be the reason you leave him? Will you want someone who earns more money than he does and can spoil you like the queen you are. He has no experience in this area, no real idea about what it takes to keep a partner happy in a relationship, and he knows John is, at least from the outside, happily married.

“I guess I could try something more upmarket.” Bucky suggests, though he’s not thoroughly convinced. You’ve never once expressed this is something you want, but perhaps it’s one of those parts of a relationship you want the other to take control of without needing to convey out loud. That directly telling him defeats the purpose all together.

He supposes that once you’ve spent a couple months with someone you need to shake things up to keep it interesting. Besides his bank account, there really is no downside to treating you both to an extravagant night out.

“I’m telling you man, you won’t regret it.”

They continue on with their shift in complete silence, Bucky’s mind churning with gears of insecurity and reservation.

He loves you and he sure as hell doesn’t want to fuck this up before he finally gains the courage to tell you.

* * *

“Can’t you give me a hint of where we’re going?”

Bucky’s fingers are interlocked with yours as you casually stroll down the sidewalk. You’re in a much fancier part of town than you’ve ever been to together before, and all of a sudden the informal pink dress you chose to wear to the earlier showing of Barbie Bucky treated you to makes you feel underdressed and completely out of place.

“We’re almost there, but I want it to be a surprise!” Bucky kisses the back of your intertwined hand, but you sense from the stiffness in his broad shoulders that even though he’s by your side, he doesn’t quite feel comfortable here either.

It’s only a short walk before Bucky stops outside a sleek restaurant where a group of smartly dressed patrons are queuing for entry. The waiters are dressed in black pants, white shirts with bow ties, and velvet vests - which gives away how high end the place is before you even have a chance to glance at the prices on the menus.

“I’m sorry I can’t take you anywhere fancier, I know Wanda and Vis keep trying all these upmarket restaurants…” His intentions for taking you to this part of town become as apparent as a lightbulb turning on in pitch darkness.

You place a delicate hand on his cheek to direct his uncertain gaze to your own. He looks like a nervous puppy.

“Bucky, it isn’t how expensive the restaurant is, it’s the fact that we’re together that’s important. You could take me to McDonalds and I wouldn’t care because I’d be with you.” You emphasise the end of your sentence, wiping your thumb across his cheek affectionately as his eyes brim with both hesitation and tenderness.

“Are you sure? Is this one of the things girls say but they actually mean the opposite?”

There have been a few fleeting occasions in your relationship with Bucky where you’ve seen glimpses of an inexperienced, naive and slightly insecure man who is navigating his first long term relationship. This is one of those moments and all you want is to eliminate all wavering doubt swirling in his mind.

It’s honestly endearing how sweet he is. You’re sure the only reason he is anxious is because he cares so much.

“Bucky, who’s gotten into your head?” You ask, shaking your own. You’re sure neither his best friend nor his mother is responsible for this line of thinking. “I promise you, I don’t need you to spend an entire paycheck on a single dinner at a restaurant where I can’t tell the difference between their cheapest and most expensive bottles of wine. And remember I’m only a couple years out of med school, I’m still drowning in years of student loans. All I care about is spending time with you.”

“You really mean that? You’re not just saying that to be nice cause I can’t afford pricey places like the anaesthesiologists and surgeons at the hospital can.” Your heart drops below your stomach. The concept that Bucky thinks you would ever want anyone other than him, simply because they happen to make more money, has the centre of your chest aching and makes the corners of your eyes prickle with tears.

“James, I care about you so much.” You declare, standing on your tiptoes and kissing him gently. “And that has absolutely nothing to do with the number that’s written on the bottom of your paycheck. One of the reasons I initially fell for you was seeing how you interacted with Sasha in the ER - no anaesthesiologist or surgeon I know has shown that kind of rapport with a patient.”

The smile tugging at the corners of his mouth abates the sting punching your chest.

“Really?”

“Mhmm. You’re one of a kind baby. Please don’t you ever doubt that you are the one for me.” You affirm as you thread your arms around his waist, placing a delicate kiss on the underside of his jaw.

There are tears in Bucky’s eyes he’s trying, and failing, to conceal. He looks in absolute disbelief, but as he gazes down at you, you could so easily be fooled into believing there is also so much love in his eyes.

“You are-, I am so-” You wait in anxious anticipation as he stutters.

Is this it?

Is Bucky finally about to say those three magical words you have been dying to hear for the past few weeks? That overwhelming feeling of pure love and adoration you feel for him and so desperately wish he reciprocates.

But before he is able to finish his sentence, you hear a vehicle’s tyres skidding along asphalt and two consecutive, deafening crashes sound close by, startling you.

You feel the ground shake violently and Bucky’s arms instinctively fly around your head and pull you into his chest in what you can only assume is an attempt to protect you from flying debris.

Before your mind can comprehend what on earth just happened and even look towards the origin of the booming impact, Bucky’s set off at a sprint, launching himself directly into action.

Once your brain is able to catch up to what your eyes are seeing - two cars, who potentially swerved to miss each other, ploughed through the shopfronts of two different restaurants only a couple stores away from where you are standing - you feel a surge of adrenaline in your chest and you begin a chase after Bucky, the screams of onlookers the soundtrack as you assess the scene.

You’ve seen some horrible and gory injuries during your time as an emergency medicine resident, but you’ve never seen it as raw and gruesome as you do right now in the field for the first time. It’s dedicated paramedics and EMTs like Bucky who do the initial triage, treatment and transport so that the patient arrives at the ER in the best possible condition. Seeing the carnage here, is confronting.

When you reach the incident, wails of pain fill the air, shattered glass covers the concrete ground and panic clenches tightly in your stomach. You first notice the driver of the car, dazed at the wheel, the airbag having cushioned his impact.

“You!” Calling out to a young man seemingly unharmed but immobilised with fear, you point to him and continue. “Call an ambulance.”

Seeing him fumble to pull his phone out of his pocket, your attention switches back to the inside of the car.

“Sir, try not to move. You’ve been in an accident.” You advise as your hands fly out to keep the man inside the car, groaning in pain as he turns to exit the vehicle. Reaching across him, careful not to move his position or cause him any pain, you put on the handbrake, shift the car into park and remove the keys from the ignition. “I’m a doctor, please try to keep your neck still.”

You do a quick assessment, his breathing is quick and shallow, but most of his impact seems to have been absorbed by the airbag. He has no signs of external bleeding, though you are concerned about internal bleeding as well as whiplash and other head and neck injuries.

“Can you help me?” You ask the man who you had instructed to call an ambulance. He rushes over despite his hesitation earlier. “I need you to keep this man’s head still, hand on either side of his face, just like this, making sure he doesn’t twist his neck. Keep him awake and talking, and scream out to me if he loses consciousness.”

In the chaos and mayhem of the scene you’ve lost sight of Bucky. He’s no doubt somewhere close by providing medical assistance, probably at the other restaurant doing exactly what you are here.

Inside the restaurant the air smells of engine fuel, powdered plaster and metallic blood. It’s encouraging to see those that are unharmed lend assistance to those injured and in pain.

Your eye catches a lady in a blue pantsuit lying on the ground, back against an overturned table, face contorting in excruciating pain as she grips both hands onto her trembling leg. Her suit has ripped open and you can see a long laceration through the muscle of her thigh weeping blood. A man beside her has a look of pure terror in his eye, wavering hands unsure of what to do in this situation.

“Wrap a tourniquet around her leg above the laceration, as tight as you can!” You direct as you notice a patient out of the corner of your eye, closer to the car in far greater need of your assistance, your heart squeezing in terror and the pool of blood growing slowly bigger each second before you get to him. When you see her friend's mouth open in question you continue. “Your jacket, the tablecloth, anything you can tie tightly!”

Rushing over to the underside of the front of the car, you observe a young man in a waiter's uniform trapped between the car, ground and the rubble of the shopfront displaced by the force of the car. Your hands fly to apply pressure on his chest wound, the source of the pool of blood surrounding him.

“Help me.” He wheezes, his eyes dilated, alarmed in a life threatening way you’re unfortunately used to seeing having worked in emergency medicine.

“I’m a doctor and I’m here to help. I know you're in pain but I have to put pressure to quell the bleeding. Try taking a deep breath for me.” He tries to do as you request but all he is capable of is panting in short, shallow breaths. The already terrified young man starts hyperventilating when he realises that he can’t use the full capacity of his lungs.

“What’s your name?” You ask, feigning a calm smile, trying to distract him in any way you can from his current predicament.

“Noah.” He can barely get the sound out, and you intuitively press down harder on his chest, feeling warm liquid trickle through your fingers.

“Noah, I am going to get you out of here. Just hang on for me.” You look around at the resources available to you, stomach churning knowing there’s nothing within reach which can assist.

Your gaze rises to those who still remain in the restaurant, but everyone else is tending to other victims, until a familiar face rushes into view.

“Bucky!” You call out and his eyes instantly meet yours, concern flooding out of those baby blues as he swivels to the sound of your voice. Having him beside you brings a buoyant relief to your chest, despite the gravity of the situation. “We need to get the car off him. He can’t breathe.”

As if Bucky hadn’t heard you, he rushes out of the restaurant. Fear replaces any alleviation you felt, believing you are now truly alone to do what you can for Noah.

You can’t lift a car by yourself.

Especially considering you’ve also got to keep pressure on his seeping wound to ensure he doesn’t beel out in front of your eyes.

You don’t want to feel completely hopeless with this young man’s life literally in your hands. But unless you get some help soon, you know he doesn’t stand a chance.

“Paramedics will be here soon. Just hang on for me. Keep your eyes open. I’m sure you have someone in this world you love - your mom, dad, maybe a partner, your best friend. They’ll want you to fight so you can see them again. I know it hurts but you stay with me. You got someone in mind?” He nods in response to your question, a ghost of a smile appearing on his features and you know unequivocally this boy has experienced some form of love.

You think of Bucky, that if you were in a life threatening situation, he’d be the one you fought to stay alive for. To tell him you love him. To kiss him again, to hold him in your arms and revel in the solace he provides you.

Out of nowhere, as if your imagination of him conjured him next to you, Bucky appears by your side, sweat mixed with dirt on his forehead. He flashes you his signature smirk as he places a scissor car jack beneath the rocker panel near the front tyre.

He’s an absolute genius.

How did you ever doubt him?

Bucky carefully, yet quickly, starts turning the handle and jacking up the car. You immediately see the alleviation on Noah’s face as he takes a slightly deeper breath, but in turn you need to apply even more pressure to his wound, the force of the car on him having previously done part of your job for you.

“We need to move him, in case the jack slips.”

Bucky steadies Noah’s head as you both manoeuvre him away from under the car by placing a detached, flat tabletop beneath his back. As you perform the action, you hear sirens approaching.

Help has arrived.

“Bucky, I wasn’t expecting to see you here.” It’s Steve’s voice behind you, and you sigh in relief at seeing Bucky’s best friend on scene.

“He was trapped under the car, a penetrating wound to the abdomen, crushing injuries to the chest, and a potential pneumothorax. Breathing is shallow and his pulse is weak.” You list off, maintaining pressure on Noah’s abdomen as Bucky, Steve and the other paramedic you’ve seen around the ER shift him onto a yellow spinal board.

You refuse to move from your position as they load Noah into the ambulance, knowing releasing your pressure even for a moment could result in catastrophic blood loss.

Bucky hops into the back of the ambulance behind you, placing a small kiss to the back of your shoulder when Steve isn’t looking. You flash him a sweet smile that makes his stomach somersault and forget for a moment that he’s in an ambulance on his day off.

“Bucky, not in front of a patient.” You bashfully protest, but he just can’t help himself. His chest burst with pride at seeing how natural you were out in the field, saving lives even on your day off.

“Y’all probably saved my life, you can do whatever you want.” The young man mutters breathlessly with a smile.

Though Bucky wants to kiss your shoulder again, you made a point of not wanting him to do so in this scenario, so he refrains. He’ll just wait until you’re alone tonight to show his awe of you, and maybe find the courage to finally tell you he loves you as he was attempting to outside of the restaurant before the incident.

Once inside the hospital, the additional staff ensure Noah can be transferred safely, Steve having radioed ahead so they could prepare for the severity of his injuries. Wanda is one of the faces who assist with the handover, starting a blood transfusion right away before Noah is whisked away towards the surgical wing.

“They’ve got it from here guys, thanks to you Noah should be okay after a fairly routine surgery. Go enjoy the rest of your date.” Wanda comments as she not so subtly shoots you a quick wink. It’s only then, when Bucky realises both your jobs are finally complete, does he recognise he is indeed exhausted.

You turn to him and flash an equally tired smile, which, even in the face of how your night ended up, makes him feel like he’s floating on a cloud.

“Let’s go home, yeah? I’m beat and have to be back here in like 9 hours.” You chuckle and the sound is music to Bucky's ears. He swears that sound alone sustains him.

How did he get so lucky?

“Yeah… home.” Bucky murmurs, placing a kiss to your hairline which Wanda notices out of the corner of her eye with a smile.

You don’t clarify where home is. Your place? His place? You simply take his hand in your own and walk out of the hospital. But it doesn’t matter where you’re going, because to Bucky, home is wherever you are.

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