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crazyunsexycool · 2 years ago

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My little love

Chapter 3

pairing: Bucky Barnes x enhanced!reader

word count: 3.8k

warnings: none really, a taste of domestic bliss maybe, Angel being a sweetie pie

A/N: I’m obsessed with this story!!!!

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Ch. 2

Tony had arranged for a local baby store to close down for the morning just so that you and Steve could shop in peace. The employees were made to sign NDAs before you both walked in. It didn’t stop them from staring, whispering and giggling whenever Steve smiled their way. Currently you stand in the middle of a sea of cribs and beds. Hands on your hips as Steve tested the durability of one of the toddler beds. The frame cracked after he pushed against the mattress.

“Can you try to not break everything?” You whisper yell.

“I’m sorry, I just wanted to make sure it was good enough.”

You giggle at his pout.

“It doesn’t matter, I think we should get one of those 3 in 1 beds.” You say as you point to a sign showing a full crib, a toddler bed and finally a daybed.

“Hhmm, seems like a good idea. What color?”

“White would be nice. Clint and Sam are painting my guest room. I picked out some nice pastel colors.”

“I could paint a mural or something.” Steve adds, his eyes hopeful.

“That would be great. Maybe you could do some fairytale characters.”

He nods as he grabs one of the boxes with the crib you’ve picked and places it on the cart you had been provided. From there you went to get the matching bedroom furniture.

It would have been nice having Bucky here, but since the day you told him about his daughter it seemed like he had been avoiding you. You hadn’t really noticed since you were busy with said child. It wasn’t until a day later when you got a reminder of plans you made before any of this happened that you realized that you hadn’t seen him. Steve tried to not bring up the topic but he confirmed he hadn’t seen Bucky either. So while he decided what he wanted to do you made the choice to move baby Barnes out of the hospital wing and into your apartment. She was the most comfortable with you so it made sense although she was letting Steve hold her now. The rest of the team was slowly introducing themselves into her daily life so that she could get used to having people around that weren’t nurses.

You moved around the aisles as you grabbed some other necessities. By the end of the shopping trip you had more clothes, toys and books than what you would need. Most of them were chosen by Steve. You only said no to certain things and even then you had to take them out of the shopping cart without him noticing.

“Was buying three car seats really necessary?” You asked as you loaded bags into the trunk of your car.

“Yes. One for you, one for me and one for Bucky. Listen I know he’s kept his distance but he’ll come around.” He finished loading the bigger item into the pick up truck he drove and walked around to your car and began to help you. “Back then, in between missions, Bucky and I liked to talk about what we were gonna do when we went back home. Most of the time he kept it light. He wanted to eat all of his Ma’s cooking and sleep on a good bed. Take his sisters to Coney Island. But one night after a close call he told me that what he really wanted was to find a girl, fall in love and start a family. He’s found his girl.” Steve says as he looks at you and quirks an eyebrow. “And I know for a fact that he is head over heels in love with you, and it might not be conventional but now he has a daughter. He has his family, he's just scared.”

The bag with sippy cups that was in your hand falls to the floor as you listen to Steve. He grabs the one that rolled out of the bag and places it back in before moving to store the bag in the trunk. You stare at him, your lips slightly parted like you wanted to say something.

“You really think he likes me?”

“Yeah. I know I’m a bit of a hopeless romantic but you two could have something wonderful if he just pulled his head out of his ass.”

You try to hide your smile but fail. “Ok let's Hurry it up Rogers, I don’t pay you to stand around and look pretty.”

“Oh so you think I’m pretty.”

“Shut up, and let’s go!” You laugh as you get in the driver’s seat.

Bucky stood by the crib and looked down at the sleeping form of his daughter. He’d been there everyday since he’d been told he was a father. Stealing moments alone with her and his thoughts. His eyes were still red and puffy from crying. But anytime he thought of how he had found her, tied down on a table only covered by a thin blanket, he couldn’t contain his tears. How could hydra hurt someone so pure and innocent?

He thought he didn’t deserve the way you spoke so well of him to her. Bucky had turned his back on his little girl. Too afraid that he’d just fuck her up worse than hydra has. But you didn’t doubt his ability to be a good father and he wasn’t sure why. What had he done to deserve your trust so easily? You and Steve had already stepped up to provide stability to his daughter and yet you were so sure he’d step up once he got over the initial shock.

Sweet Angel moved and out of her hand fell a small metal figurine, a kitten. Bucky smiles, he knows that was your doing. There’s a small whimper and Angel pouts before she starts crying in her sleep. Bucky’s right hand caresses her cheek as he tells her she’s ok. She hiccups in her sleep before she settles down again.

“She’s beautiful isn’t she?” Steve asks from the door. Bucky nods as he straightens up but doesn’t look up at his friend.

“She’s leaving the medical wing. Y/N is taking her up to her apartment. If that’s ok with you?”

“Yeah, she’ll be better there.” Bucky clears his throat. “How is she?”

“Y/N’s good. A bit tired but once that little Angel is up in her own room I think Y/N will be more comfortable. You should go talk to her, she’s worried.”

“I will.”

“Will you really or are you saying it so that I’ll get off you’re case?”

“I will,” Bucky finally looked up at Steve. “I talked to the lawyers, I’m willing to sign her birth certificate but I’m not ready to be her guardian. I want you and Y/N to do it. Would you?”

“Of course I would and I know Y/N would too.”

“Thank you. I should go and find her then.” Bucky walks out of the room leaving Steve alone. He sighs as he walks over to the crib.

“He’ll get his shit together soon, sweetheart. I promise.”

You had just finished setting Angel up in the new booster chair for the dining room table when you heard a knock at your door.

“Who's at the door Friday?” You ask the A.I.

“It’s Sergeant Barnes.”

“Let him in please.”

“Hello, Y/N?” You could hear Bucky’s voice from the living room.

“In the kitchen.”

You hear his footsteps get closer while you begin to plate up some food. Bruce had given you the ok to try some soft food with Angel and you wanted to start immediately.

“Hey.” You say as you look over your shoulders to find Bucky at the entrance of your kitchen and dining area. His eyes moved from you to his daughter and back. “Everything ok?”

“Yeah, fine. I wanted to talk but I can come back later.”

“Nonsense. Would you like to join us for dinner?”

He thought about it for a moment and nodded as Angel began to babble, getting your attention. You move over to the cabinet that holds your plates and pull another one out and fill it with everything you’d made for dinner. Bucky is at your side grabbing his plate while you take yours and the small bowl for Angel.

“Are you ready for dinner, sweet girl?” You ask in a slightly higher pitched voice as you walk around her seat so that she could see you.

Bucky smiles as he watches you place the plates down and then kneel next to his daughter’s chair. He moves around the table and takes the chair next to yours, which ends up being directly in front of Angel.

“Can you say hi?” You wave at Bucky, hoping that the toddler would mimic the motion. “Say hi, sweet Angel.” Her little hand comes up, imitating the motion you just did “good job.” She smiled and tried to hide her face from Bucky. “Oh are you getting bashful now?”

While you’re having this one sided conversation with a toddler, Bucky’s heart might as well explode right then and there. If he hadn’t been in love with you before, this right here would be the moment that would make him fall. In a matter of days a dream he had convinced himself he’d never get to live is playing out in front of him and it’s real. He’s starting to question his decision of stepping away from her. What if you and his daughter are his one chance of having something good after all the bad he’d been through?

“Buck?”

“Hhmm? Sorry, what were you saying?”

“I said your food was going to get cold.”

“Sorry.” He looked down at his plate. “Your cheesy mashed potatoes, what’s the special occasion?”

“My cheesy mashed potatoes are only for special occasions?” You laugh. “You really want to know?” You asked as you leaned over to grab a spoonful of the food in question and offer it up to Angel.

“Yeah.”

“Bruce said sweet Angel here could move on to soft foods instead of just liquids. Thought I’d start off with something good.”

“Oh. Well if she doesn’t like them she’s grounded, how about that?” He says with a small smile.

You hear a small ‘mmm’ from her side of the table.

“No grounding for her I guess.” You chuckle as you hand her the spoon. She had been wanting to do what you did, so if you tried to feed her with a spoon she wanted to do it herself. She made a mess every single time but it was good to let her try.

You turn to look at Bucky and find him with a ghost of a smile and a tear rolling down his cheek. He wipes it away but he knows you’ve seen it. Your hand rests against his forearm and you give him a reassuring squeeze.

“I’m sorry it’s just-“

“You need to stop apologizing, Bucky. I don’t even know what you’re apologizing for.”

“For everything. For leaving the way I did the other day. Not taking responsibility for her.”

“Well I would have probably done the same if someone told me I had a daughter I didn’t know about. And as far as taking responsibility it’s something we can talk about.”

“I wanted to talk to you about the guardianship that I want to set up for her.”

“How about we talk after dinner?”

“Yeah, we can do that.”

You both stay silent, unsure of what to say next so you focus back on your meal. For the first time since Bucky had come to the compound there was an awkward sort of tension between you. The only noise coming from your utensils and angel who was babbling away while she spooned food into her mouth messily.

“Ok, I need to get her cleaned up.” You said with a laugh when you realized there was more food on Angel’s shirt than what she probably ate.

“I’ll clean this up for you.”

“You don’t have too.”

“Y/N, it’s literally the least I could do.”

“Ok, but don’t disappear on me after.” You said as you moved and picked up the messy toddler before walking back towards the bedrooms.

You bathed and dressed Angel, in new pastel colored Captain America footie pajamas, and walked back out toward the kitchen to find that Bucky had washed the dishes.

“Bucky?” You call out when you don't see him.

“Living room.”

You walk down the hall to find him sitting on your couch. Bucky had done it a hundred times before. His boots were off and his feet were resting on the coffee table while he held the remote in one hand and a beer in the other. There was a bowl of your favorite ice cream waiting for you. This somehow felt different, with his daughter on your hip and her favorite pink bear, you couldn’t help but think of what Steve had told you earlier that day. The possibility warmed your heart.

A small hand on your cheek breaks you out of your thoughts and you look down to find the second pair of the most beautiful eyes you’ve ever seen looking at you. She smiles and coos as she points at Bucky before waving at him. He waves back with a small ‘hi’ and she hides her face behind her teddy. You sit on the couch settling Angel on your lap while leaving some space in between you and Bucky. This was different too, you’d always sit close together and although you didn’t necessarily cuddle, the feeling of having him next to you was comforting.

“Alright what are we watching?” Bucky asks from his spot.

“I’m not sure I was thinking of a princess movie. To see if she likes it.” You said as you absentmindedly moved your hand over her head the feeling of peach fuzz, letting you know her hair was starting to grow, tickling your palm.

“Ok, how about,” Bucky searches through some streaming services until he finds what he wants. “This one?”

“Snow White?”

“Yeah, I took my little sisters to watch it when it came out in 1937.” He looks over at you and you nod with a smile. Bucky hits play while you turn Angel around to face the tv.

As the movie starts playing you hear a small gasp from the little girl as she looks up at you with wonder and points at the tv. Bucky leans forward and hands you the bowl of ice cream. Even though you know it’s a bad idea you give some to Angel to try. Her eyes widen and her mouth makes a little ‘o’ shape before she claps her hands in approval.

About 20 minutes into the movie she starts to wiggle around in your lap so you set her down in the empty space between you and Bucky. It has been a while since you’ve seen Snow White so you’re distracted and unaware that Angel is crawling her way over to her father. That is until you hear his breath hitching. When you turn to ask what’s wrong you find that Angel is standing on the couch next to Bucky. One hand against his chest and the other holding on to her pink bear, her head tilted to the side. It’s like she was trying to read him or convince him of something as she babbled. Bucky’s eyes go wide as he stares at her.

“I’m sorry, let me get her.” You put your ice cream down and move to pull her away from Bucky.

“No, don’t. It’s ok, as long as she doesn’t cry.”

But Bucky’s daughter wasn’t content with just standing by him. No, in fact she laid her head on his chest and yawned before letting her weight fall on his thigh and getting comfortable.

“Support her back so she doesn’t fall.” You told Bucky, who sat there stunned. His right hand sits gently against her back and she seems so much smaller in his arms. “I can take her if you want.”

Bucky shakes his head. He’s mindful of his movements, just like his Ma had taught him when he first held his sisters. With a gentleness Bucky reserved only for you he managed to move her around so that he could cradle her securely in both of his arms and he rocked her. She looked so peaceful as her eyes fluttered closed, as if she’d never been through the horrors hydra put her through. Bucky took in her features from this much closer point of view and he was in awe. She was so small, so trusting and all his.

Instead of trying to take Angel and putting her in her new crib you let them stay like that. You knew it was important for both of them and hopefully it would make him realize that she needed him just as much as he needed her. As quietly as possible you got up and went to the kitchen to give them space.

You sipped on some wine as you sat on the kitchen counter. Bucky appeared in the entryway with a sleeping toddler in his arms and looked at you for guidance. It was slightly amusing to see the world’s deadliest assassin afraid to wake a sleeping child.

“You can put her down in her crib. Make sure you cover her up with the pink blanket.” You whispered and he nodded before disappearing down the hall.

The glass of wine hides your smile as Bucky rounds the corner again. He leans against the counter in front of you. Arms crossed over his broad chest and eyes so full of mixed up feelings, it made you want to hug him. You’d called his name a few times but he was lost in thought. With a wiggle of your fingers you made his left hand move just enough to get his attention. You’d never use your abilities against his will but he had given you permission for this one thing.

“I’m sorry what?” He said when he finally looked up at you.

You didn’t say anything, instead you just stretched out your hand and waited for him. Bucky knew what it meant, you were offering physical support. You both knew that it was a tricky subject. For a while he didn’t like being touched unless it was absolutely necessary. But the first time he did accept a hug it was from you, on his birthday. He’d been addicted to your touch ever since.

Bucky’s hand slides into yours perfectly. You wrap your fingers around his wrist and tug lightly to get him to move towards you and he does until he’s standing between your legs. Even when you’re sitting on your kitchen counter you still have to tilt your head up to look at Bucky when he’s this close, but only slightly. He slumps forward once he feels your arms wrap around his shoulders, and he relaxes further into your hold once his face is hidden in the crook of your neck and you play with his hair.

You were his safe space.

“What did you want to talk about?” You ask after a few minutes of just holding each other.

Bucky holds your hands in his, making lazy patterns with his thumbs as he thinks about what he wants to say.

“I came here with clear intentions of asking you to be her guardian.” he sighs.

“But?”

“But now I’m not sure. I mean I still think that you’re the best person to take care of her but at the same time she’s my daughter. What am I supposed to do? How do I even raise a kid? I don’t know what I’m doing.”

You smile sweetly at him. “We could do both.”

“Both?”

“I can still take care of her, she can stay here with me but you can still be her father.”

“What if I hurt her? I could never forgive myself. There’s so many things that I don’t even know I’ll be able to give her.”

“Well how about if we start with one thing. Something that only you can do for her.”

“What’s that?”

“Give her a name.”

Ch. 4

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let-me-love-you-loki · 2 years ago

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Yours to Tame--Ch. 4

A/N: Please be careful with this one lovelies. Strong indications of physical abuse and domestic violence.

Chapter 4: Rampage

I took one breath after another, each one more shallow than the last. For a moment, I was worried that I was going to have a panic attack. My fingers tapped a nervous rhythm on my knees as I fought the urge to pick at my food.

“Are you finished?” Sammy said from my side. His voice was low, but I heard him as clearly as if he’d yelled.

My heart thumped hard once in my chest. “Yes, I’m finished.”

Sammy glanced at my plate before settling the fork against it. “You have a match tonight, don’t you?”

“Yes, I have a match tonight.”

He leaned back and crossed his arms. Before he could say anything else, the chair across the table scraped back along the floor. Anna Jay plopped into place balancing a pair of plates piled high with food. Including two slices of what looked like the best key lime pie ever made. My stomach grumbled at the scent of chicken primavera and garlic bread.

Anna smiled at me as she pushed one of the plates across the table toward me. She snatched the salad out of the way and practically flung it to the end of the table. Her eyes met Sammy’s as she held a fork out to me with a smirk.

“You’ve got a match tonight, More,” she said. “Carb load, sweetie.”

I swallowed hard and glanced to my side. Sammy’s hand was clenched tight around his fork. The other was folded into a fist. He glared across the table at Anna, but didn’t say anything. Anna tapped the fork on the side of the plate before holding it out to me.

“Eat up, sweetie,” Anna said with what could only be described as a triumphant grin.

I picked up the fork and took a hesitant bite of the pasta. It was hard to hold back the groan of satisfaction that built up in my throat at the first bite. “This is amazing,” I mumbled.

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Moxley put his boot up on the edge of a chair as he watched Anna Jay plop down at the table with Morgan and Sammy Guevara. He studied the way that she settled in with something like authority, practically staring Guevara down. It looked to Moxley like the other girl was about to reach over the table and smack Guevara solidly across the face. For some reason, he realized he’d pay to see it happen.

“I like Jay more every second,” he said, thumping his elbow into Bryan’s ribs. “Looks like she’s going to beat the shit out of Guevara just for breathing.”

Bryan chuckled. “I’ll stop him breathing if it annoys her so much.”

Moxley watched as something started to ease and unwind in Morgan. He saw the stiffness slowly melt away, even though there was still something tense in the way she sat. It was as if having Anna Jay there was enough to give her what could only be described as courage. He grinned, one side of his mouth curling up and a dimple showing in his cheek.

“I can’t stand that little prick,” Bryan said with a venom in his voice. Moxley’s grin just got bigger.

“You’ve got it bad, Danielson. Two weeks.” Moxley’s voice dropped and carried a sense of mirth. “That’s all it took.”

Bryan fought back the urge to snap back at his friend. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. I just want to punch that little punk in the face.”

Moxley rocked back on the legs of his chair and let out a laugh that seemed to echo through the whole room. “Sure. That’s all it is. You just hate Guevara.”

Without another word, Bryan shoved his chair back and practically stalked out of catering. If he wasn’t such a pillar of self-control, Moxley was sure Bryan would have punched the wall on the way out.

***

I looked up from my plate at the sound of a deep and almost mocking laugh. It took a moment to find the source of it. When I did, I was surprised to see that it was coming from Jon Moxley. I might not have been in the company long and I’d spent most of my time working on Dark and Elevation, but I’d met Moxley once or twice. It had been in passing, but it was clear that he was gruff and rough around the edges. He was big and intimidating.

So hearing him laugh like that was something I’d never expected from him. For some reason, it made something in my stomach flip flop.

Anna glanced over her shoulder at the sound. When she turned her attention back to me, she rolled her eyes. “He’s so dramatic.”

“I wouldn’t know. I’ve barely spoken to him.”

She laughed. “He’s a good guy. You’d like him if you got to know him.”

“He’s a grade-A asshole,” Sammy said out of nowhere. His fork clanged against the table as he shoved his chair back. “Stay away from him, Morgan. Do you understand?”

I opened my mouth to respond, but when I didn’t answer fast enough he settled his hand on my shoulder and squeezed hard. My teeth sank into the inside of my lip as his fingers dug into my flesh. After a moment, I felt a rolling numbness creep down my arm as Sammy squeezed as hard as he could.

My heart jumped up into my throat. “Yes, I understand,” I whimpered.

“Good.” He gave my shoulder one final, painful grasp before letting go. “Now come on. You’re finished.”

Anna scoffed. “You’ve barely touched your food, More!”

I squeezed my eyes shut and looked from Anna to Sammy and back again. “I’m finished, Anna. I need to go get ready for my match.”

Sammy smirked beside me as he settled his hand on the back of my neck. His thumb hooked beneath the choker necklace that I wore and tugged. My heart thumped hard as he led me out of catering and back toward the locker rooms.

***

Bryan stalked along the hallway, feeling a quiet rage boiling beneath the surface. Every beat of his heart shoved a murderous urge through his body. It was like a white-hot heat that seared through him whenever he thought about Morgan Knox and Sammy Guevara. It was something that he couldn’t explain—this feeling that made him want to rip Sammy’s heart out for daring to breathe. Bile rose up his throat.

He stopped about halfway down the hall and turned toward the wall. The side of his fist thumped against the cinder block over and over again. Bryan settled his forehead against the wall and tried to suck in a breath. If he didn’t know any better, he’d think that he was going to have a panic attack.

“You embarrassed me!” The angry snarl echoed down the corridor. Bryan’s head snapped up and turned toward the sound. He knew that voice and it made his blood boil in his veins. “You don’t fucking embarrass me in front of everyone. Do you hear me?!”

There was a heavy thump and a gasp. Bryan’s feet picked up speed without conscious thought. He ran toward the noise, feeling his heart snap in his chest over and over again as he moved. The sound came again, only this time he was almost certain that he’d heard a crack.

Like a slap.

Or a head against a wall.

Bryan turned the corner, perplexed to find no one there. His brow furrowed with confusion. He looked up and down the hallway, trying to figure out where the sound had come from. For a moment, he actually questioned his own sanity. But he was certain that he’d heard something.

***

My head felt like it was spinning. Stars popped and sparkled in the corners of my vision as I tried to get a solid breath. Each one burned down my throat, feeling like it got stuck halfway down. My pulse thumped hard, as if it couldn’t push enough blood through my body. I staggered along at Sammy’s side. His fingers gripped the back of my throat so tightly that I felt my pulse beating in my temples.

I reached up instinctively to tug at the choker necklace, trying to loosen the pressure on my windpipe. The moment I moved, Sammy’s hold on the back of my neck got tighter. His nails dug into my skin. It wouldn’t surprise me if I had marks there later.

“Are you going to embarrass me again?” he hissed, shaking me by the neck. “Because when I tell you to do something, you do it. No matter what happens or who’s there. Do you understand?”

“Yes, I understand,” I gasped out. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

Sammy practically dragged me into the locker room and pushed me toward the chair in the corner. My forehead smacked against the wall and another bout of dizziness raced through me.

“You’re sorry what?”

I blinked back the tears and tried to catch my breath. “I’m sorry, Sir.”

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falcqns · 4 years ago

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my little flower

pairing: dad!bucky barnes x mom!reader

summary: bucky’s daughter turns one.

warnings: angst, and fluff. probably canon errors but i don’t have the comics on hand sorryyyyy

a/n: just me expressing emotion through mr boobky boobernoobs. also the little letter the reader has written is what i have written for my daughters birthday. LASTLY i know i have a story for Henry Cavill and his daughters name is lavender and i was gonna change it but then it wouldn’t make sense so i just kept it yk. anyways, hope you enjoy.

Bucky glanced at the clock for what felt like the hundredth time that night.

he was alternating between looking at the clock, his phone, and his sleeping daughter.

she turned one tomorrow, and he had no clue what to write. there were so many things he wanted to say, but he knew he had limited space on instagram captions to do so.

he wasn’t into instagram too much, but some how Sam and Wanda had convinced him to post for his daughters birthday. he had a few other pictures of you and her, and one or two of him on there already.

posting those seemed so easy for him. he took the picture, thought of a caption pre war Bucky would use, and hit post.

but when it came to his daughters birthday? the 106 year old was clueless.

he had asked you for advice, and you had just told him to remember what it felt the first time he held her, which was not helpful, because the first thing he felt was fear.

then, an overwhelming and crushing sense of love. like everything made sense. everything was clearer, because of the tiny little baby in his arms. he was terrified. more scared than he was when he was hanging on to that train for dear life, hoping he could just reach Steve’s hand. more scared than when he knew his memories of Steve and Rebecca and everyone in his past was fading due to Zola and Hydra.

a million times more scared than when he watched himself dust away in that beautiful Wakandan forest.

he was scared, but at the same time, he felt so safe. it was the same kind of safe he felt with you, but more intense. he knew that the little girl he was holding would never judge him for his past. all she would do is love him, love her Tătic.

Tătic. he had heard a Romanian child say it when he was seeking refuge in Bucharest, and he knew that’s what he wanted to be called. not dad, daddy, dada, papa, or any other versions of father. he wanted Tătic.

he felt safe, at home even, in Bucharest. yes, his apartment was rather shitty, but it was his. he had something materialistic and tangible that was fully his, after not having anything, not even his own body, to himself for over 50 years.

Bucky refocused his eyes on his phone, and decided to glance at what you had posted. he sighed as he realized that it was absolutely beautiful, and that nothing he could do would top it.

it was a video of all the firsts that Bucky had insisted on recording. he remembered sitting in his bed, in Bucharest, a few weeks after getting there. he had been thinking about Rebecca, and suddenly, a memory of her first steps came to him. he saw her little chubby body wobble before she took her first steps into their mother’s waiting arms. Bucky knew he couldn’t have been too old, but immediately started sobbing when he realized he’d never get to relive that moment. he didn’t stop sobbing for a good few hours. out of happiness, sadness, regret, he didn’t know. he had scrambled to grab a journal and wrote down every detail of that moment, before stuffing it in his go bag.

reliving it wasn’t something he’d ever thought about before, in 1945. there weren’t affordable video cameras, and there was no way to store them forever. so when Lavender came along, he insisted that every little first be recorded so he could relive it over and over again.

he watched as she took her first breath, rolled for the first time, crawled for the first time, said her first word (it was ‘plum’) and walked for the first time.

his eyes drifted down to the paragraph, and focused on reading the words.

‘lavender.

your name represents purity, silence, devotion, calmness, serenity, and grace. i gave you this name because i know you will represent all of those things. i named you after Lavender Brown from Harry Potter. Lavender was a beautiful, strong, and amazing character. she showered Ron with love, and adoration, which is all i have felt this past year of being your mama. you remind me of Lavender in so many ways. from the smiles i get to see in the morning, to the cuddles i get at night, to the way you, just this week, saw another child crying in daycare and went and offered your toy up without a second thought. you then hobbled away, and found a new toy. you never came to me to show you what you did, you never took another child’s toy now that yours was gone, you just did it. that is something Lavender did. Lavender gave everything to Ron without a second thought. she may not have been appreciated, but i will appreciate you and all of the little things that you do to help others, even at just a year old. you bring light and love to whoever is near you. you love with your whole being, which i adore. you’re only one, but you put your hands in the air and sing (babble, really) along to every single praise song, you dance, you sit quietly during prayer, and most importantly you love God with everything in your tiny little body. from the moment the nurses laid your even tinier body on my chest, it was just you, me, and your father. i had dreamed of that moment for years, but nothing compared to it. one year ago today, you were placed on my chest, a screaming red little bundle, and you instantly calmed down. i remember looking down at you and being so happy that i finally had my little girl. i remember thinking “God really sent me an angel in the form of a baby,” which is EXACTLY what he did. you are my sweet baby girl, and always will be. i will love and. adore you for the rest of my life. my sweetie pie, my Laffy Taffy, my love. my little flower, Lavender. happy birthday.’

how could he follow that?

he took another glance at the crib that sat at the end of the bed, and watched as his daughter sighed, and pushed her diapered butt up in the air before continuing to snooze.

he looked down at his phone, and decided to just follow his heart. let the words flow. it didn’t matter if it made sense, but he wanted the world to know just how much he loved her.

he took a deep breath, and began to type.

‘lavender rebecca barnes.

there are so many words that i could use to describe how wonderful, sweet, kind, adorable, and gracious you are, but even all of those could never fully express how much i love you, and how much you mean to me.

when your mom told me about you, i was terrified. i have done so many bad things in my life, why was God rewarding me with a tiny little human? i spent so many nights praying to God that i would never hurt you. that you would never see me as the world does. that you would never judge me for the things that i did.

but i didn’t have to worry. the second i saw your little face, all of those stresses and anxieties melted away. as i held you, i realized that you were mine. fully mine. having something of my own is something that i was deprived of for many years, and one day you will learn about that.

when i held you for the first time, i was petrified. you were tiny. the smallest, but most real thing i had ever held. you didn’t cry, you just gazed up at me. almost as if you knew i was your Tătic. that you knew i was your father.

your mother tells me that when babies are born, they don’t understand the grasp of ‘mother and father’, they more recognize who is a safe caregiver and who isn’t.

you, without a hesitation, recognized me as a safe caregiver, and have stood by that every one of these last 365 you have graced me, your mother, and everyone around you with your presence.

it has been a pleasure to watch you grow, and as much as it makes me sad knowing that one day you’ll know the truth about me, i know you won’t judge me. i know you will love me for me. the man who created you, who helped give you life.

you are such a special little girl, and i can only hope to show you just how special you are for the rest of my life.

i love you, lavender rebecca barnes.’

his thumb shook as it hovered over the post button, but he pressed it anyways. the screen brought up a loading symbol for less than a second, and then the post was there.

he shut off his phone, and placed it on the charger next to him, before getting up and walking to the crib.

he lifted her out, and laid her on his chest, before walking back to the bed and sitting down carefully. he gazed down at his daughter, a fact that still blew his mind, as she slept so soundly, even with the coolness of the metal arm probably seeping through the fabric of her white kitty cat onesie.

he glanced over at the clock, and didn’t stop the tear that rolled down his face when it hit 12:00.

“happy birthday, my little flower.”

#bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes smut #mcu bucky barnes #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barns fanfiction #bucky barnes x female reader #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan angst #sebastian stan x you #sebastian stan man you lookin good

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dahliawolfe · 3 years ago

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Rancher’s Daughter

Yellowstone Fanfic. Not cannon

Sighing, Shiloh swung herself out of the bed. The sun had just begun to peek out over the fields. She had to be in Cheyenne by nightfall. Her muscles protested as she stood, drawing tight before unwinding. A knock came from her door, making her frown.

“Sweetie, are you awake?” came her father’s voice. At 25, Shiloh was John Dutton’s youngest child. The baby; and everyone knew it.

“I’m awake, Papa,” she called, shuffling to her closet.

“Jamie’s waiting downstairs for you. Need to leave soon.”

“Gimme five.” His retreating footsteps were the only response. Grabbing her duffle, Shiloh tossed in her good jeans, caramel cowboy boots with poppies stitched on them, and a black button up. Shiloh was a barrel racer. A pretty good one too. But the Dutton’s didn’t do rodeo, so she knew that she was treading on thin ice with her father. He indulged her, more than the others, but Shiloh knew it would only get her so far. She shimmied her jeans from the day before up her hips and threw a AC-DC shirt over her sport bra clad upper body before stuffing her feet into her shit-kickers and snatching her hat off of the hook.

As promised, Jamie was in the kitchen waiting for his little sister. “Hey, Kiddo. Ryan’s loading up Sweet P, then we need to head out,” he greeted, pecking her forehead. Shiloh nodded, grabbing her travel mug and pouring coffee in, adding a healthy amount of sugar and creamer and reaching for her bag.

“I got it,” came the husky voice of Rip Wheeler. Shiloh smiled up at him as he slung her duffle bag over his shoulder and motioned for her to lead the way outside. Rip had been a part of Shiloh’s life since before she could remember. He’d taken her under his wing, and she hadn’t escaped from under it yet. He was overprotective of her, and pushed her to be better. He was the only one who came to see her ride. He was usually in the stands, supporting her. He wouldn’t be there today, and Shiloh assumed that he was going to give her one of his pep-talks before she left with Jamie. Not having anyone there was going to be hard, but she’d manage. Jamie had business in Cheyenne, which is why he was driving her today, but he wouldn’t be at the rodeo.

“You ready for tonight?” Rip questioned, tossing her bag in the backseat.

“Yeah. Guess so.”

“Sorry I won’t be there. We gotta move the herd up today.”

“It’s ok, Rip. I know you’re busy.” Rip sighed at her, rolling his eyes.

“Don’t go church mouse on me, Shi. Listen, go out there and kick ass. I know you will. You always do.” Shiloh smiled at him.

“I’ll try, but I don’t know. I ain’t got my good luck charm there today,” she teased, giving him a shit eating smile. He scoffed, turning to leave.

“I’ll spank that pretty little ass if you don’t bring home a buckle tonight, Little girl,” he threatened, pointing a finger at her as he walked backwards out of sight.

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Sweet Potato Pie, Shiloh’s horse, paced back and forth in the wings of the coliseum. Shiloh was up next, and she breathed through the anxiety that always built before her ride. “Angel Eyes”, her theme song, began to blare, and the horn sounded, and Shiloh led Sweet P into a trot, letting everything else fade.

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The closing ceremony is always bittersweet for Shiloh. She knew her time on the circuit was limited, and she wasn’t ready to give it up just yet. But with new buckle in hand, Shiloh made her way to the parking lot to meet her brother. He was on his phone, as usual, so she loaded up Sweet P and closed up the trailer before getting in the truck.

“Hey, Kiddo. How’d it go?” Jamie asked. Shiloh shrugged, knowing he didn’t really care.

“Won the buckle,” she finally said, reaching in the back for her bag of clothes. “Can you stop at the truck stop so I can change and get a snack?”

“Sure thing!” Jamie was a good guy, and Shiloh loved him, but they didn’t have a lot in common. He was more tolerable than Kayce, but not as kind as Lee. But lord knows, he was a hell of a lot better to deal with than Beth.

Jamie pulled into the truck stop and parked by the front door, and Shiloh jumped out of the truck to make her way inside. After changing into her comfier clothes, she grabbed a coke and a bag of pork skins and made her way to the register. As she was waiting in line behind the long haul trucker, who had loaded up on groceries, a man slid in behind her. He let out a wolf whistle and began to speak.

“I saw you at the rodeo tonight. Ya know, I could give you a better ride than that horse any day.”

Shiloh’s lip curled in disgust. “No thanks. She’s prettier to look at and smells a hell of a lot better.” The man cackled.

“You smell pretty good too, Darlin.’” Reaching into her front pocket, Shiloh drew out her knife, held it just where the man could see, and flicked it open.

“Now, I gotta tell you, I grew up on a ranch with rowdy cowboys, and I am pretty damn handy with this thing,” she flipped the knife in her hand. “And I’d be more than happy to show you my skills.” The man held his hands up in surrender and took a step back. Nodding at him, Shiloh flicked the knife back closed and slid it back into her pocket. She wasn’t naïve, she didn’t doubt that the man would try again as soon as they were out of the store, so she tied the grocery bag that the cashier put her snacks in a knot and made her way outside, staying under all the streetlights on the way out. Her shoulders were tensed, and when she heard boots running behind her, as she was about 10 feet from the truck, she threw her bag down, squatted, and squared her legs. As he rushed her, she threw her shoulder up into his gut, catching him off guard. She lifted her body, throwing her entire weight into the swing, and had him on his back, a boot in his throat, before Jamie got out of the truck. She reached in her pocket and once again drew out her knife. Popping a squat, boot still firmly on the man’s throat, Shiloh held the knife to his dick. “Now, I believe that I promised to show you my skills if you didn’t leave me the hell alone. And I see that you are eager to see them. Let me make something very plain to you. I’ve helped bring plenty of cattle into this world, so I figure taking one pig off of it won’t seem too bad to the big man upstairs, all things considered.” Shiloh heard the hiss right before she felt the warmth of the man’s piss run under her boot. She smirked at him. “But, I am awfully tired. Been a long day, ya see. So, I’ll be kind. But you remember this next time you decide to try and put your hands on a lady. Because I have my ways. And you never know when the rodeo might be headed through. I’m guessing that shitty Tundra over there is yours. Am I right?” The man nodded frantically. “Well, I have your tag number. Funny how something so little could tell me everything I need to know about a man, like where he lives. Don’t fuck around, and you won’t find out. Ya got me, Fucker?”

“Ye-yes ma’am. I’m…I’m sorry!”

“Damn right you are. Now, get the hell out of my sight.” She lifted her foot up, only to kick him across the ass when he made it to his feet. She turned to find Jamie standing, mouth agape. “Jamie, get in the fucking truck.” She scooped up her bag and hauled herself into the passenger seat.

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The sun was just rising over the mountains when Jamie pulled the truck up near the horse stalls. A grinning Ryan was waiting for them. Shiloh knew that Ryan liked her. And for the most part, that was ok, but it pissed Rip off to no end. Speaking of Rip, the man himself, stood under the yellow glow of the porch light, a steaming cup of coffee in his hand and a smile on his face.

Shiloh slid from the truck and patted Ryan on the shoulder as he walked by on his way to let Sweet P out. Ryan was good with the horse, which was saying something, since she seemingly hated everyone but Shiloh. “Thanks, Ry,” she spoke, making her way toward Rip.

“Sure thing. Heard ya kicked ass in Cheyenne. Good ride, Shi!” Shiloh offered him a smile and a nod.

When she was within throwing distance, she underhanded threw Rip the new buckle. He caught it by just a hair.

“And here I was hoping I was gonna get to whoop that little ass of yours,” he joked.

“Rip Wheeler, you and I both know that no one has ever mistaken my ass for being small!” At just over 5 feet, Shiloh was petite and curvaceous. She had wide hips, thick thighs, and a large chest. Her body was hardened and molded by 25 years of ranch life, and she did her best to stay active. Rip let out a hoot, walking over to gently hand over her buckle.

“Good job, Shi. Had a friend in the stands. They sent me the footage. Impressive as always.” Shiloh beamed at him.

“I almost bit that last barrel, but I made the correction just on time.” Rip rolled his eyes.

“Take the compliment, Woman.” Shiloh hip checked him and made her way inside. Her tub and her bed were calling her name.

“Here there, Sweet Pea. How’d ya do?” John greeted from the kitchen table.

“Hi, Papa. I did good. Won the buckle.” John nodded at her and smiled.

On her way to her room, she passed Lee coming out of his.

“Hey, Little One. How’d it go?”

“Pretty good.” Lee was supportive, but John kept him running all the time, so he never got to make it to the rodeos.

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Shiloh was woken up 4 hours later by her father knocking on her door. “Shi, get up and come out to the living room!” he called. Shiloh grunted. She had planned to sleep until nearly late afternoon, when she’d wash Sweet P and feed her. But when John spoke, you listened. So, she stood up and slid on a pair of jean shorts and a white t shirt.

When Shiloh made it to the living room, John was seated in a great chair, and a man in a suit, shiny boots, and a bolo tie, with a cowboy hat rested on his knee, was sitting on the couch.

“There she is! Shiloh, this is Paul Singleton, president of the Montana Rodeo Circuit. Paul, here, tells me that you have turned down going to the PRCA circuit finals four…no, five years in a row.” Shiloh felt the blood drain from her face. She knew she was in deep shit. John was going to make her quit for sure now, because PRCA meant people would be talking about her. And if someone talked about 1 Dutton, they talked about them all.

“I…”

“Shiloh, may I call you Shiloh?” Paul interrupted. Shiloh nodded dumbly. “Shiloh, you are probably the best racer I’ve seen in my 15 years as president. You have a natural intuition about you. And sponsors knock down our doors for days after you ride. I’ve come to see if I can persuade you to accept some of the offers and join the circuit. I think you could take the title.”

“I…Umm…Mr. Singleton, that’s very kind of you, but I…umm…” she swallowed down the lump in her throat. She knew she had to do this now. She had to leave the rodeo for good. “I…”

“Well, I think Shiloh was just a little nervous of the big leagues, but hearing you say she has what it takes has definitely helped with that, hasn’t it, Shiloh.” John spoke, eyes boring into her. “But you see, Shiloh here won’t ride under any name but Dutton. So, let’s talk numbers,” he finished. Shiloh snapped her head in his direction.

“Mr. Dutton, that’s generous, but it takes a lot of funds to pave her way. I’m sure we could find a sponsor…”

“Paul, I can handle whatever it is. You and I will be in touch. Consider Shiloh on board.”

“Well…Welcome to the PRCA, Shiloh.”

…

John showed Paul out, while Shiloh paced the living room. Her father had just signed her onto a PRCA circuit, and she was having trouble processing. She heard his boots come into the room, and she hesitantly turned to face him. “Papa, I…” John held up his hand, silencing her.

“Shiloh, I’m a little hurt that you didn’t tell me.”

“Well, it’s just…I know that Dutton’s don’t do rodeo, and I knew that I needed to retire soon so I could focus on the ranch, and…” She was babbling. She knew she was babbling, but she couldn’t stop.

“Well, Dutton’s might not do rodeo, but you do, and you are a Dutton, so I reckon that means we do rodeo. I know I haven’t shown you as much support as you deserved, and I apologize for that. I get tunnel vision sometimes, but I want you to be happy, Shi. And if this makes you happy, then that’s what we’ll do. And dammit, you’ll make us proud wearing that Dutton patch at your races. Paul is emailing me a list of things that you will need to be circuit qualified, so we will look at it together and go from there. C’mere, Sweet Girl.” He held out his arms, and Shiloh dove into them. “I’m so proud of you.” He kissed the top of her head. “But if you ever turn down another offer like this, I’ll tan your hide.”

#yellowstone #rip #ripwheeler #johndutton #dutton #ranch #fanfiction

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heliosthegriffin · 4 years ago

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Bad Girls love good men, Part II

Part 1

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Jaune returns from the store with a bag of grocery's in his arms with Emerald following behind him carrying some bags as well.

Raven is staring at them as they bring in bags of food, her eyes darting from bag to bag with a feverish intensity, but stays put on the couch.

Jaune goes back out for more grocery, Emerald scowls at Raven.

Emerald: For house mother you really don’t do much, do you?

Raven reclines back into the couch: Perks of seniority.

Emerald rolls her eyes: Perks of being a freeloader.

Raven: Whatever moss-head.

Emerald turns red face and stomps off to the kitchen to put away the bags.

Jaune returns back in carrying the last of the bags.

Raven’s eyes glint at the package in Jaune’s arm and leaps at him.

Jaune casually shifts his grocerys into his other loaded arm and catches Raven with a iron-claw.

Jaune tightens his grip on Raven’s face: What are you doing Raven?

Raven starting to sweat: Um, nothing?

Jaune walks into the kitchen with Raven, puts down the bags, and pulls out a bag of Grimm-Dust Suckers, Extra-POP!

Jaune: You wouldn’t be trying to steal these, would you?

Raven still in a iron-claw whistles innocently.

Jaune sighs: Raven, I know that quitting smoking is hard, but come on, the suckers are for everyone, not just for you.

Raven blushing: Don’t shame my oral fixation!

Jaune raises an eyebrow: I didn’t say anything about that, anyway, I’m not letting you trade one addiction for another. You can have one sucker if you help put up the grocery's, one after dinner, and one after work out. Are we, clear? Three after these three task are done.

Raven mumbles behind Jaune’s hand.

Jaune says sharp: What was that? I couldn’t hear you!

Raven: FINE! I’ll help you put up the stuff.

Jaune drops Raven from his hand, smiling at her: Good, hop too it.

Raven sullenly mutters: You’re lucky I’m not a Faunus, or I’d bitch you out about racism.

Jaune ignores her goes back to putting up grocery's, while still holding onto the suckers.

Emerald smirks dutifully doing her chores.

Jaune pivots on his feet and grabs at thin air above a bag.

Neo is shattered out of her semblance as she starts whistles innocently.

Jaune scowling: That goes for you too young lady. Help, or wait till after dinner for a serving of ice-cream.

Neo still reaches for the ice-cream attempting to ignore Jaune.

Jaune sighs again: Fine be that way.

Jaune touches Neo’s head and whispers: Anima mea cincinno

Neo’s eyes go wide as her own Aura freezes into place trapping her into a prison made of her own soul.

Jaune while going back to putting up grocery's: Don’t worry, Neo, It’ll unlock in around fifteen minutes. Just enough time for me to put up the ice cream.

A single tear goes down Neo’s face.

Emerald and Raven shiver at the sight, but continue doing their chores unfaltering.

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Vernal throws a stick at Jaune as he’s reclining in his chair.

Vernal holding a wooden bokken: Fight me, nerd!

Jaune lets the stick hit him, it bounces off his aura and falls to the ground.

Jaune: Vernal, not now sweetie, I’m just got back from work, I don’t want to play right now. Go ask Raven.

Vernal goes red-faced: I’m not your sweetie! I’m a cool, venomous bitch!

A brief popping is heard before a marble-sized aura bead hits Vernal in the forehead. Vernal falls to the floor clutching her forehead.

Vernal: OW OW OW!

Jaune scowling at Vernal: Language, watch your language or I’ll watch it for you. Now, I know you didn't’ have a good childhood, but I’m trying Vernal, just give me a moment to rest and I’ll fight you.

Vernal looking sullenly at the floor, her forehead red from where the aura marble hit her.

Vernal: You promise?

Jaune nods: On my word.

Vernal: Ok, you better, otherwise you’re a coward.

Vernal say the words not having much heat.

Jaune chuckles and lets her be.

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Jaune has Neo tied up in a chair, he scowls at her.

Jaune: Alright you little gremlin, what did you do?

Neo innocently bats her eyes at Jaune changing her eye color as she does so.

Jaune flicks her head with a aura-charged finger knocking Neo’s head back, shattering her semblance showing she was trying to pick the lock.

Jaune with a smirk: Fool me once, shame on you. Try and fool me, twice? Not gonna happen.

Jaune pull up a chair and turns it around to rest his arms on the back.

Jaune: You’re trying to fool a guy who can see your soul and aura movements, you’re not as slick as you think you are.

Neo scowls and sticks her tongue out at him.

Jaune: Anyway, you gremlin agent of chaos, what did you do today? You’ve been quiet too quiet.

Neo smiles innocently and moves her head from side to side like a pendulum, tapping her fingers to sound like ticking.

Jaune rolls his head and shoulders: Nice try, Gremlin, but you can only play the I’ve hidden a bomb in the house card, so many times before I figure out how to disarm of them you can make.

Neo pouts.

Jaune: I found seven bombs, did I miss any?

Neo looks confused and the word Seven appears on her right eye and ? on the left.

Jaune: Actually eight, but that on my car from some White-Fang saboteur. I got admit, I’m curious where you got the materials for C-4 and how to make pipe bombs.

Neo reels back and struggles with her bindings.

Jaune unties her, and she quickly signs: I didn’t plant that many bombs! At least not the dangerous ones! I just did pranks bombs, like planting fire-crackers in Raven’s toilet and setting up a banana cream pie bomb for Yang!

Jaune looks unfazed: Huh, I wonder who’s bomb these are then and why they are setting to go off in my house?

Neo goes pale as a sheet.

Neo signs: Aren’t you worried?

Jaune laughs: Ha, no, not after my first house got bombed, I started thinking crafty, I got together with some Atlas Scientists and Professor Peach, and we spit-balled the idea of a living house made of aura-awakened trees. Long story short, not very feasible as tree don’t have a very strong sense of self so they dissipate aura quickly, but as long as I amp up my house, it’s sturdier than any shelter and capable of regenerating any damage.

Neo nods confused.

A loud thump is heard up-stairs.

Jaune nods: There goes one, and two, and three. I’m losing my edge, Neo start hiding more bomb for me to find.

Neo nods amazed and mildly terrified, lifting a shaky thumb with a the words ‘Can Do!’ floating above her.

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#Jaune Arc #neopolitian (rwby)#Emerald Sustrai #rwby vernal #Raven Branwen

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writingsbychlo · 4 years ago

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you know what??? the more i think about it, the more i think that whole ‘the most unrealistic thing about teen wolf is that nobody wanted to date stiles’ thing is bullshit. now you’re sitting there thinking ‘why is it bullshit, chloe?? tell us.’ and i fucking will.

here’s why.

lets start right at the very first episode. who was that girl chatting to scott and stiles at the lockers? whoever she was, she seemed nice, and she was just talking to them of her own volition in her free time, and she was interested int he conversation, before stiles basically says that line of ‘beautiful people herd together’ or however it goes, and basically called this chick ugly. nice going stiles, she was trying to be nice.

second point up is erica. erica was a sweetie pie, who outright told stiles she had a crush on him, she told stiles she was into him, and he never even gave her a second glance, because she wasn’t pretty enough for him before she had her wolfy-makeover. she literally states that they would have been way more perfect together, she knows all the sci-fi dramas, she wanted stiles the way he was, and she had a heart of gold that just got messed up.

then we have heather, who was hot, lets be honest, and was thinking to herself ‘who do I not want to date, but would definitely be happy to look back on and know that I lost my virginity to? ding ding ding, stiles stilinski!’ and she was putting that plan into motion! she didn’t want to date him, admittedly, but she found him attractive enough to have sex with. sex for the first time, it’s a big deal, she would never forget it and that it was with stiles and she was more than happy with that.

then there was caitlyn (caitlin? katelyn? kaitlyn? kaitlin?) at the party. staright up kissed him, danced with him even though he was being goofy, was clearly into him before he ran off. yet another example of someone who was attracted to stiles stilinski, and probably would have dated him.

then there’s malia. she was hot as fuck. tall, in shape, cutie pie, independent, bad ass, legs that go right up, she pretty much had the full package. I know they didn’t work out, and you’re probably thinking ‘chloe what about all that anchor bullshit stiles was just her first connection blahhh’ okay but might I counter that with she still fucked him many many many times, they had some real love at one point, and that shit lasted for a while, even after malia had adjusted and could literally have had any guy she wanted, she still wanted stiles.

then, of course, we all know about lydia but she didn’t have feeling for him until he’d blatantly saved her life a couple of times and I am absolutely not getting into the whole thing of lydia only wanting stiles because of the hero-complex surrounding him in her eyes, we aren’t even discussing it, those are just facts.

so, to conclude, many people wanted stiles. many. okay? and that is just the girls. I bet danny wanted him too, jackson probably thought about it, there’s more, I am not getting into it.

point is; loads of people wanted stiles but he was too busy gawping at lydia and setting up high standards to even notice any of the other gals (or guys!) that really liked him for him.

#am i going to be writing an angsty as fuck fic based on this????#you bet your ass i am #it's gonna have so much fucking angst #all the emotions #oof #dylan o'brien #stiles stilinski #teen wolf

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waywardimpalawriter · 4 years ago

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Could you do a Bucky/Reader fic for 16 on the smut prompts?

The intimacy of shaving

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader, Sam Wilson x Reader

Bucky Bingo Square: New haircut square

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Sarah Wilson

Setting: three months after the end of Falcon and the Winter Soldier

Rating: M (Mature), E (explicit), NSFW, +18 only please

Warnings: fluff, angst, bickering, smut, oral female receiving, yearning, pining, unrequited love, smutty dreams, broken bones, mention of torture, Bucky’s old memories,

Word count: 10,800

Summary: Frustrated with being left behind, worry taking hold after finding out just a fraction of how bad your boys are. Making you start to search your feeling's for both men. Especially with the intimacy of giving Bucky a hair cut and shave. Unexpected emotions surface on all parts.

Notes: Sequel too “My own worse enemy," filling in a bingo square for #buckybingo and also an Anon request asking for smut prompt #16 “I’m going to die if you don’t let me cum.” Hope you don't mind me adding Sam into the mix sweetie. Also for my head cannon Sam uses Delacroix LA for his base of operation. Wanting to help take care of his family while taking on the mantle of Captain America. Hope you enjoyed doll.

Tag list’s: Are open

@buckybingo

Forever’s: @jedi-mando @chickensarentcheap

Bucky Barnes list: @learisa @eclipses-and-moondust

Story list: @sammyissassy @feelmyroarrrr

Wearing a path from the kitchen to living room ignoring Sarah’s stare, thumb nail damn near nibbled to the bed with how much your chewing the poor abused finger. Cell phone pressed to your ear, listening to Sams deep baritone, “What’d ya mean three places Samuel? How the f-ing hell did you both managed to get so banged up?”

“Explanations will roll out once we touch down Y/N for now know at least he didn’t break his funny bone that’s still none existence,” glancing towards Bucky stretched out over the metal helo bench. Right arm in a sling snug to his body, thick plaster cast covering from mid bicep to mid palm, fingers still visible.

“I heard that and I do to have a sense of humor just not your brand of stupid jokes bird brain,” deep voice unmistakably Bucky’s catching a wobble in the cadence not there when last they spoke.

Swiping a hand over your face wanting to kill them both for leaving you behind. Plans to do just that forming in your mind while snarking, “Remind me again why exactly you chose to leave me behind?”

Staying home you could’ve possibly worked with, the unknown danced on your nerves more than you’d give credit to. Having grown even closer to both men over the last six months, always brushing those pesky feelings and thoughts away that surface during weak moments of worry or sleep.

“To dangerous and I’m not arguing with you on those semantics it’s bad enough cyborg got the shit beaten out of him,” quickly pulling the phone from his ear at the high pitched sound from down the line. Forgetting a moment your attachment to both men, “You finished?”

Low growl in answer, biting off the curses you wish to fling at both Captain America and the Winter Soldier. “Don’t worry you’re in for it once you get home. ETA?” Checking the watch strapped to your left wrist, “I’ll come pick y’all up, gotta stop in town for supplies anyway.”

“No worries my trucks at base I’ll get Buck and myself home.” Glancing at his watch, “Landing in about two hours, think you can grab a couple of Miss Bridgette’s pecan pies?”

Too many years working with that man not to know what he likes, “For the shit you and Barnes pulled get your own pie man.” Soft chuckles lets you know Sarah heard you. Eyes locking with her’s for a moment seeing the worry in those warm browns matching as you knew in your own. “Just bring you asses home so Sarah and I can roast them.”

Almost feeling the deep groan from over the phone line, “What did you tell her?”

“Nothing since that’s what I got,” shaking head tips to the side picking up on Sam’s easy breathing and the helo’s engines in the back ground. “Just get home dumbass,” affection in your tone. Ending the call, slipping the cell into your front pocket to flop down into the worn out but still comfortable couch.

“They get hurt?” Anxiety tainting her voice from across the room.

Peeking through your fingers at her, dropping them to your thighs to run the length of denim covered skin, “Don’t know really, Sam sounds fine but a concussion or another type of head injury wouldn’t show it’s self right away. From what I did gather they finished up the mission a little over four hours ago, in flight for the last two.”

“What about Bucky?” Meeting your eyes having confided in her years ago about the crush harbored for a certain metal armed ex-assassin turned Cap’s left hand man. Always leaving out the other part of your secret crush. “Speaking of which you ever gonna tell them how you feel?”

“Busting chops about that again Sarah?” Exasperated sigh marches passed barely parted lips, “Something’s broke in three places that’s all Sam ‘Stubborn ass’ Wilson would say. Just not which one of them or what body part exactly.” Firmly ignoring her last question and not picking up on the fact she said them instead of him. To stand hands to hips, leaning back to stretch and possibly pop your spine. “I’m going to town you wanna come or need anything.”

“And you call Sam stubborn,” head shaking with a fond smile tipping her lips upward. Picking up the subtle shift in your demeanor as relief floods your system with knowing they're coming home at least safe. Having guessed your feelings for her older brother not long ago however, keeping that little tidbit to herself. “I’ll come with, give you company and grief along the way. The boy’s won’t come home till later anyway.”

Eyes roll you reach for the car keys on the coffee table, patting your back pocket to check for wallet and the front for cell phone. “Ready to roll?”

Hour and a half later arms loaded with grocery bags, making sure to hide Miss Bridgette’s pie’s from Sam, you and Sarah set to work putting everything away. Setting to work fixing dinner efficiently dancing around each other like a well oiled machine working together in tandem getting each task done. Back door quietly trying to open, Sam poking his head around the well loved oak wood door. Showing a face littered with cuts, a busted bottom lip and dark shadow of a black eye around his left. But his smile still widens flashing pearly whites at seeing the two of you. Entering, Sam places a large locking suit case and round leather carry case not far from the door.

Soft gasp leave’s Sarah’s lips, quickly moving towards her brother to look him over, “You were ugly before now it’s just worse bro.”

Snort existed through his nose, stepping fully into the house with a limp on his right side, accepting the hug she gives him carefully. “You should see the other guy.”

“I’m the other guy,” voice slightly strained but still light almost playful unlike the Bucky of months ago. Though seeing him coming around Sam, arm cradled close in a black cloth sling. Peeks of plaster noticeable making you groan, head shaking at the very sight of him. Assortment of bruises littered his face, his own busted lip, and a three inch cut circling just above his collarbone. Seeing the storm brewing in your eyes, “No we didn’t fight and Sam didn’t cause these wonderful souvenirs.”

“Stupid ass got captured, wouldn’t listen to my plan…”

“You didn’t have a plan Sam not a logistical one…”

“Oh, so you bulldozing in like a raging bull in a China shop worked so well. Who got capture?” Pressing a finger behind his ear to lift the shell listening for Bucky’s answer. “I’m sorry I can’t hear you. You’re gonna say you right Robo soldier cause that’s the correct answer.”

Exasperated with them both, “Shut it and sit down dinner’s ready. I swear the two of you fight worse than Cass and AJ.” Authority ringing through Sarah’s tone cutting eyes at both men.

“Oh sweetheart Cass and AJ have nothing on these two bone heads, more maturity in their little bodies than both of them put together.” Rubbing your temples trying to fend off the building migraine behind your eyes. “Listening to constant bickering I wanna put them in a ‘Get along shirt.'”

Scowl in place while giving them a full once over. Cataloguing the damage you could see and wondering about that which you couldn’t. Noticing the length of Bucky’s hair almost a shaggy just falling a little over his ears and brushing the collar of the black t-shirt he’s wearing. Full beard dusting his cheeks and chin reminding you of those days long gone back in Wakanda. In contrast to Sam’s neatly kept mustache and goatee, close cropped haircut smartly framing his handsome face. Looking much like the day he and Bucky left three months ago on their reconnaissance mission. Knowing better as looks deceive and clothes cover up places eyes can’t see without stripping them naked. The very thought peeking interest but pushing those thoughts back with a frown. Of course it doesn’t stop you from wanting to hug them both mindful of injures unseen that brings a scowl to your features.

“You wouldn’t?” Traces of fear slicing through those deep russet browns. “I thought you loved me Y/N?”

Speaking over Sam, “What’s a ‘Get along’ shirt?”

Caught between wanting to roll her eyes and chuckle, “It’s a big shirt we’d put the two of you in till ya stop bickering like children and actually get along.” Dishing up dinner, Sarah looks towards both men. Trying hard not to burst out laughing at the sour look on Sam’s face nor the still slightly confused one on Bucky’s.

“I see smoke coming from his ears,” snarky quip receiving a back handing smack to his arm.

Bowel’s placed at the table, “Aim for the head next time Sar.” Taking the seat on Sam’s right offering him a cheekily smile, “Might actually knock the few brain cells he has left around and jump start the hamster running the wheel.”

“You both wound me,” clutching his chest dramatically. “With friends and family like this who can you trust.”

“Dramatic’s must come with handling the shield,” cerulean eyes rolling edged with teasing tone. Glancing towards Sam first then you beside him, going to explain for Sarah’s benefit. “Steve could put on some high melodrama back in the day. Much like Samuel here.” Scratching at his chin with vibranium fingers, a low hiss only you catch sounds when the plates catch the little hairs.

Scoffing, “Only Sarah calls me that first off, second look who’s talking Mr. Bionic Staring machine scaring off everyone who comes within two feet. Dramatics run through your veins just as well. ”

“Children,” both women exclaim hands coming down to slam the table at the same. Before time digging into dinner as the back door opens with Cass and AJ storming inside with excited chatter upon seeing both Sam and Bucky.

Each asking about what happened, how’d the mission go and why exactly Bucky’s sporting a sling and cast. All questions peeking the interested of both women with brows raised and narrowed eyes.

“Settle in first and eat dinner,” Sam intones wanting to keep most of what happened from his family. “For the most part the mission went successful.”

Very unladylike snort leaves your nose hidden behind a glass of sweet tea you sip from, “At least you came back in one piece or three in someone’s case.” Eyes narrow even farther on Bucky who has the good graces to look sheepish and divert his eyes.

“But the super serum why didn’t it help like that,” AJ snapped his little fingers for emphasis on the quickness the serum should work or so he thinks.

“Doesn’t quiet work that way AJ,” Bucky starts running a hand through his longer than usual hair. Giving a short frustrated tug before returning to the topic at hand. “Yeah the serum helps speed up the healing process it’s not instantaneous and,” pausing to side eye you not wanting to admit there’s more injures than just his arm.

Scowl returning having a feeling you know why he’s paused in explaining, “Takes longer to heal when multiple injures are involved.”

Dinner finishes with other questions, skirting the full truth about the mission, discussing the coming week with work and school. Sam’s boyish smile appears when Sarah brings out the pie, cutting out slices to pass around with Reddi-whip, coffee for the adults, milk for the kids. Silence settles for a moment the enjoyment of pie more important to savor and only once done do you raise to start cleaning up.

“I’ll,” shooting Sarah a look with a shake of your head.

“You got paperwork to catch up on babe I’ve got this, besides Sam volunteered to help. Didn’t you Sam?” Shooting a look his way, clearly speaking volumes if the answer comes back no.

Brow arched in question but thought better then to ask, though he flips the script on you, “Of course, Bucky volunteer’s.” Quickly moving away from the hand threatening to land a hard punch to his right thigh. Almost toppling to the floor in his hast to move Sam tweaked his hip a twinge of pain slicing through his features.

“Serves you right Wilson,” thought a slice of regret skates across your thoughts. Head shaking you stand gathering plates as the boys excuse themselves to play video games.

“Homework first or I’m taking those games away,” Sarah yells after them looking in your direction for a second. “You got these two?” Pointing at each of them in turn with her own frown dropping her lips downward.

“Sadly yes,” exasperation clearly written in the rigidness of you stance and narrowing to slits of your eyes. “Blissfully unaware or want to know everything?”

“Unaware I’m just happy their back whole,” nodding Sarah takes her leave, heading for the home office.

Times flown, six months in fact since Karli’s death and Sam taking over the mantle of Captain America. Going above and beyond to change how the worlds become and see’s the shield. Using Delacroix as home base to keep himself grounded and around for his family. Surprisingly enough including you and Bucky the house feels a touch over crowded but wouldn’t want things any different.

“Care to explain what that means?” Limping with hands full towards the sink, Sam places his arm load down watching you move around the kitchen. Putting leftovers up, setting to work on the dishes, the familiarity you exude warms a place in Sam’s heart. Always pushing those thoughts from his mind, your his best friend and wouldn’t see him in any other way. Especially with your heart firmly filled with Bucky.

Giving your back to both men and only acknowledging their presence when Bucky comes over with a bowel. “Thanks,” leaves your lips with a nod.

“We’re sorry for leaving you behind Y/N, but Sam and I agreed things were to dangerous neither of us wanted you to get hurt,” trying to reason Bucky leans his back against the counter beside you. Tugging once again at his too long hair that gets slightly tangled in the plates of his fingers.

“You actually agreed on something?” Catching his actions, your head shakes grabbing for the towel to dry soapy hands and help with his dilemma. “Instead you both come back looking like train wreck’s all beaten, broken and bruised. With a busted arm,” finished with untangling his fingers to point at his arm. Whirling around to assess Sam who’s trying not to put weight on his right leg, “Banged up hip and God know what else internally. Neither one of you are spring chickens for heaven’s sake.”

“Don’t know what your talking about Y/N? I’m not a day over twenty-five,” taking an aim to make you smile and ease the tension in your shoulders. Frown appearing when your countenance doesn’t change but deepens, “Talk to the resident Centurion who got his ass captured and tortured for over a week.”

Low growl leaves your lips pursed together in a grim line, “Do either of you think about the consequences of your actions? Of what’ll happen without either of you in this God forsaking world?” Tossing your hands up and turning back to dish washing, something to keep from chocking the life outta the two of them, or spilling your inner most thoughts. Afraid to loose either man the very thought making your heart clinch painfully in your chest, breathing picking up as tears gloss over your eyes. Plates clang loudly, forcefully slamming them into the drying rack making both men wince at your actions.

“Y/N,” coming up behind you large warm hands carefully rest on tense shoulders. Aware of your feelings for a certain cyborg the thought a little bitter to take but Sam resigns himself to the role of best friend. “We’re sorry really,” taking a breath and clearing his throat wanting to make amends and explain. “We thought, planned, things just…”

“Went to shit around us, it’s not like Sam or I wanted to get the crap beating out of us doll it just,” shrugging vibranium hand coming to rest on your shoulder beside Sam’s. “Got complicated.”

Taking a deep breath drawing in the scents of Sam’s citrus and cider wood cologne you couldn’t put your finger on naming, mixing with Bucky’s old world sandalwood base cologne of 4711. Eyes close for a moment blinking back the tears, and to gather thoughts, righting them in an order that makes sense. Trying to keep out the feelings currently jumbling up your brain. “I know,” body sags back against Sam’s strong chest while unconsciously leaning towards Bucky’s hand. “Neither of you will do that shit again. Do I make myself clear?”

“Not if things go dark side like this time, we’re not putting you in harms way,” feeling you stiffen Sam steps back, Bucky’s hand drops back to his side when you whirl on the man behind you. Stance ridge and firm, Sam crosses his arms adding his own glare and not backing down. “My decision is final on the matter and no amount of arguing will change that.”

Understanding Sam’s position, however the thought of staying behind, waiting to find out if… no you push those thoughts aside. “Mine, that’s who makes the choice not either of you,” heat of annoyance flaring to life as you look between the two men. “Knowing what I signed up for, choose to stick around and help put this broken blue marble we call home back together. I won’t sit out the next mission we clear on that?”

Rubbing the back of his neck, barely audible hiss leaves Bucky’s lips at having hair yanked out by the roots. Though his voice is steady when asking, “Why did you stick around? Thought once Walker handed over the shield, the Flag smashers agenda crashed and burned you’d skip out on the next train back to normal.” Not that he minded of course, in fact Bucky rather enjoyed your company, reminded him of those first months out of cryo getting to know each other. Plus his questions distracted you from getting an answer that won’t satisfy.

“I have my reasons,” giving a half hearted shrug you turn back to finishing up the dishes not really wanting to explain. Not fully sure yourself why you’ve stuck around though deep down you know it has to do with both men. “Reasons neither of you need to know.”

Sharing a look with Bucky, “Don’t pull that shit with us sweetheart you demand answers now we ask the same in return.”

Sure they still argued like an old married couple but a begrudging understanding has built between the pair, coming to an almost friendship neither would fully admit to. Both wanting to protect the small family friend’s circle patched together like grandma’s old quilt. Tattered, frayed and a few wholes but well loved and always cared for. Eyes landing back on you to watch the forward slump of your shoulders rounded inward along with your chin dropped to your chest.

“I have the two of you house broken,” idea forming to steer the conversation away. “Don’t need that headache on repeat and I wouldn’t leave the two of you bone heads alone to kill each other or drive poor Sarah crazy,” quicker than either can react you’ve scooped up hand fulls of soap bubbles to smash into both their faces. Deflecting the conversation away from having to answer and lightening the mood. Or so you hoped with the playfully murderous looks both men shoot you. Skirting Sam’s grabby hands heading to put the kitchen table between yourself, Captain America and the Winter Soldier. “Now boys that’s just all in good fun and your both hurt so I suggest you think about your actions before retaliating.”

Wiping the remains of soapy bubbles from his face, thick fingers making wet tracks over denim to dry hands. Sam edges a little closer intent on trying to snag your arm. That ghosts through his fingers, “For now but remember paybacks a bitch sweetheart.” Bright smile tugs his full lips, head shaking though he knows there’s so much more your hiding from both he and Bucky. One day he’ll crack that secret you hold so dear, for now Sam lets you cling tightly.

Watching him go you turn towards Bucky who’s smirk sets you back a moment. “I don’t think I like that look Barnes,” arms crossed mustering a half glare. “Sam’s right you really can see the smoke rising from your head.”

“Hahaha that jokes getting old,” light hearted quip falling from his lips, eyes raking your form as you near the sink. Catching you looking between finishing the dishes and making sure Bucky’s not going to retaliate. “I come in peace promise besides I’m too old for revenge I’ll leave it to you young whipper snappers,” throwing his voice to sound like an old man.

Laughter rings full and deep from your parted lips, soapy hands gripping the sink to keep from toppling over in mirth. His own chuckle exists on a grin, cerulean eyes taking in how carefree you look. Tension and worry melted away with his well played grandpa joke. Making Bucky wish he got to see you like this more often but then he remembered why he never searched. Why he left you alone and only within the last ten or so months managed to reconnect the missing dots in his life. Sure there’s still blood on his hands he tries to scrub clean with each mission, to make those amends and not just avenge. But truly help people in ways that didn’t require lead or blood.

Still wondering, so he gives voice to those thoughts, “Why didn’t you go back to your life doll?” Feeling he’s perpetuated a grave error in asking the question but a part of him wants. No needed the answer to know why you’d give up a happy life for one of danger and uncertainty with him and Sam.

Sobering, his question hitting you like a ton of cement bricks keeping you from turning to face him. Wincing when another hiss echos around inside your head from your right side. “Tell you what Buck you let me cut that hair and beard of yours I’ll answer your questions.”

“I get you don’t… wait… what?” Not sure he’d heard you right. Pain making a return to fog his brain for the moment as throbbing radiates across his broken clavicle to the dislocated shoulder, dancing along the fractured radius and painfully tingling his fingers. Soft curse exists his lips reminding himself to take Sam’s suggestions next time though he wouldn’t let the other man know. “Don’t happen to have any pain meds do ya doll?”

Eyes narrow, “Which parts did they break?” Holding up a hand to stop him from answering while you head towards your room. Grabbing up the small med kit Sharon gave you months back for times like these. Pausing to scoop up the hair scissors and trimer, along with a shaver and cream, both of which belonging to Sam. “Now you were saying?”

Placing everything on the table, unzipping the medium size unassuming black bag pulling out a small bottle to pop the top and wiggle out two pills. Handing those over to Bucky who just stares at them resting in his metal palm.

“Trying to kill me doll?” Teasing tone to the cadence of his words while popping them into his mouth and excepting the glass of water. Downing in one go and handing it back, “Never did like pills reminds me of Steve.”

Resting a gentle hand on his bad shoulder, “If I tried to kill ya Buck you’d see it coming,” snickering at the wide eyed look he gives you. Sobering with understanding filled eyes that stay locked with his, “I’m sorry it”s not my intentions to bring up the past.” Moving to put the glass down, you stay at the sink looking out over the backyard, orange and reds dancing over the rippling surface of the bayou. Sinking sun creating a cornucopia of color heralding the on coming twilight and the end of another day.

“You didn’t Y/N,” coming to stand next to you watching the golden ball of life giving light slowly sink into the horizon. On the tip of his tongue to speak about Steve, the abandonment he felt acutely with the absence of his best friend. Slowly filled by your present, that of Sam’s and his family. “I guess ‘Till the end of the line’ meant just till he could get back to who he really missed.” Anguish heard loudly through soft spoken words not meant for your ears but once uttered there’s no going back.

Out of your peripheral vision you study Bucky for a moment heart breaking for the man who’s lost so much to then fully face him. His own gaze staying straight ahead staring unseen out the window with tan lace curtains framing the coming twilight. Over head light casting shadows in the hallows and angles of his features, bringing out the bruises highlighting the cuts, making your heart ache for this man in ways you’ve tried to push aside. Ways you didn’t want it to feel in case of rejection but couldn’t help the tightening in your chest nor the want to embrace and hold Bucky close.

“Come on,” without thinking your hand slips into his vibranium palm tugging till he follows and only dropping to scoop up trimmer, combs and scissors before heading out the back door.

For a moment Bucky stood there thankful to Shuri for the ability to feel warmth and the weight of your hand in his vibranium limb. The very thoughts your simple gesture conjures damns his heart making it beat triple time. When your head pops back around the door sweet smile crossing those kissable lips. Bucky has to remind himself you’re off limits friends nothing more and to breath. Your beauty stealing the air from his lungs, making it hard to focus on anything except your present.

Catching the out of focus look in his cerulean eyes mind swirling with questions as to what he’s thinking about. “You gonna stand there taking root or get your silly ass out here,” motioning with a jerk of your head over your shoulder smile still firmly in place. Making sure he’s actually moving before existing to place a stool about middle of the back porch. Patting the hardwood barstool then reaching up to tug on the pull string as light floods the area casting a bright glow.

Transfixed for a moment in the doorway with the peek of skin allowed to his eyes. Your heather grey band shirt riding up teasingly tormenting him. Cursing internally, tongue trapped between indenting teeth to keep the sounds at bay. Till the hard slap of your palm against wooden seat draws his attentions and he robotically takes the seat. Stiffening with the fluttering of a barber’s cape hating to have things around his neck. Only to settle once you have it in place and buttoned reminding him your not there to hurt or torture him. Fingers brushing lightly over the exposed skin of his neck, creating goosebumps to dance across his flesh.

“Not too tight?” Gently running nimble fingers through his hair, blunt nails scratching the scalp. Finding it hard to keep from rubbing into your hands and fighting the urge to purr with each pass. You work the larger knots out carefully, pulling a comb from the back pocket of your jeans to run through his hair. “You with me Buck?”

“Hmm?” Simple noise issues from the back of his throat lost in the tingling sensations your fingers bloom across his body. Wanting to chase the feeling bringing peace to his mind much like the soft cadence your voice takes on with the intimacy surrounding the two of you. Sweet chuckle music to his ears and snaps him back to now, noticing you’ve paused your hands waiting for a response, “Sorry no I’m good.”

“Enjoying yourself Barnes?” Teasingly quipped while adjusting the cape to cover his back. Making sure all his hair lays over the edges and carefully combing out the smaller knots your fingers missed. Secretly enjoying the soft chestnut strands as they curl around your fingers. Massaging his scalp hoping to relax his tense posture when a particularly stubborn knot has you accidentally giving a not so gentle tug. Garnering a low moan from the man in front of you. “Sorry Buck,” working the knot out with a little more care taking the sound as one of pain.

Throat clearing, thankful his crotch is currently covered to not give away the secret he’s concealing. Praying to all the heavens you’ve taken the moan as one of pain instead of pleasure that’s surfing through his veins with a simple hair pull. “Yes, and it’s fine,” words pushed passed lips held taunt to keep from letting any sound out. Searching his mind for a topic to settle on, willing his body to stop reacting to the warmth of yours.

Each brush of fingers sends heat flaring to life along his nerves. Knowing the pain killers don’t worked through his system that quickly. Yet, the throbbing ache once present has diluted to a low annoying thump with the heat of your hands on his cotton covered shoulder. Wanting to lean back into your body but holds himself ridge from doing something stupid like enjoying the moment. Therefore clears his throat, “You’ve got me at your mercy doll ready to answer my questions?”

“Should I worry what you’ll ask?” Moving from behind him to head back into the kitchen. Grabbing the empty spray bottle to fill with warm water and head back out.

Eyes close with the first spritz of water, chin dropping to chest as you work to wet his hair. “Why?”

“Why what?” Knowing what he’s asking, your distracted for a moment putting the spray bottle’s trigger through a belt loop incase its needed once your satisfied with the wetness of his hair. “I’ll need more specifics than just why. Why’s the sky blue? Why’s it so damn hot? So many why questions you gotta stop wasting your breath Buck.”

“Cheeky doll very cheeky you know damn well what I mean,” keeping his head still to prevent you from severing an ear.

Smirking, setting to work on trimming up the top back portion of his head, trying to keep from childishly making faces. “Sure don’t Sarge.”

Groan slipping passed before he’s able to trap and swallow the sound at the off handed use of his military rank. Wondering which deity had it out for his ass today. Cursing the fact he’s let you so close to breath in the flowery scent of your body. Gentle use of those skilled fingers through his hair not making things any better for the growing problem tenting his jeans. Returning to himself when you move to his left shortening the hair over his ear. “Why’d you stay with us? I thought,” remembering those painful words back in Madripoor. “I thought you had a happy life to go back to.”

“Ear hustling Barnes?” Switching sides and glancing down with a raised brow you know he doesn’t see.

Looking up to try and catch your eye your focus on cutting his hair makes the attempt impossible. So he settles on, “Don’t know what you mean doll. Just asking a question,” trying to hold the shiver at bay when your fingers brush over the shell of his ear.

“Since your asking it means you didn’t hear everything Sam and I talked about,” thankful that’s the case or things would get a whole lot complicated. ��I lied.”

Head whipping to the side so quickly you fear he’s damaged his neck with the wince taking over his handsome features. “Lied why?”

“Reasons,” ‘Ones I won’t tell you James,’ speaking the last words in your mind, careful probing fingers check for anything popped out. Garnering a hiss of pain when you’ve found the break in his clavicle. “What did you break besides the hamster running your wheel brain?”

Bitting off the curse as pain flared over his right side. Gritting out, “Clavicle, dislocated shoulder, fractured radius, you can see the cuts and bruises so take it a little easy on this old man.”

“How… Why did you get captured?” Worry fights fear both dance with anger marching through your veins as a Thanksgiving Day parade band would down the streets of New York City. The very thought of both your men hurt and so far away from home torn a hole in your heart. Thoughts you try to push away and focus on the job of cutting Bucky’s hair.

Finishing up what you could on the back of his head, Bucky feels you come around to the front. Knees spread to accommodate your body, closing his eyes to keep from staring at your breasts. Licking suddenly dry lips with having you extra close, he tries to gather an answer to your question. “We needed an in so I made a decision.”

“One I’m sure Sam disagreed on,” carding your fingers through the top, snipping pieces checking length. Jealous over how soft his hair feels between your digits. Woodsy pine scent reaching your nose that twitches in pleasure at the fragrance matching what you always thought he’d smell like.

“Yeah well we ran out of time doll. Couldn’t let what remains of LAF get away,” eyes quickly open only to slam shut again with having you still too near for his own good.

Every brush of your fingers, thighs brushing against his with every move, your flowery scent wrapping around his heart to squeeze tight. Breath punched from his lungs when your knee makes slight contact with his erection. Shooting pleasurable fireworks off behind his closed lids. Wishing for your hands on his body, wondering what they’d feel like over bare skin. If you’d shy away from the scars littering his flesh or… he wouldn’t, didn’t need to think about the alternative.

Unsure why he gasped you move from between his legs and look upon his face confused as to his ridge posture eyes held tightly closed. Insecurities rushing through your mind, setting up shop to remind you no man let alone someone as handsome as Bucky would ever want to look at you. Shoving back those thoughts to ask, “You okay Bucky?”

“Fucking fabulous doll,” bitting out the words while trying to reign in the need to grab hold of your hips, bringing you back against him. Wanting to find out if you’d fit as good or better than what he’s imagined during those dream filled nights he doesn’t talk about with anyone. “Finished?” Praying you’ll say yes, the temptation becoming almost unbearable.

Unconvinced by his words but pushes that aside and stepping farther back to round him, grabbing up the trimmer on the way with a numbered comb. “Almost but then I still have your beard to do.”

“Fuck,” low gravely voice intones the single word hoping you’ve not heard and cursing the heaven for this test of his will and desires. In another life Bucky wouldn’t have hesitated to ask you out, wine and dine with dancing till midnight. Taking you home with a simple kiss of promise with more to come. But he’s different now and you don’t deserve to have a broken man on your hands.

Swallowing harshly to cover your growing need to escape and bury yourself in another program or book to distract from those awful thoughts running around in your mind. Replaying all the brush offs and look aways as rejection shattering your heart. Pushing you to finish his new hair cut that much quicker. “Done, now how short you want your beard?”

“Gone,” knowing exactly what he’s saying and damning himself to the torture of a different kind.

Coming back in front of him, you slip between his parted knees so easily a thought you try to push away while switching the trimmer combs and flicking the on button. Carefully cupping his left cheek while shortening the right for a closer shave once your done. “Surely you didn’t just let them capture you.” Returning to a safer subject other than how good his bearded jaw felt in your warm palm. Wondering how it’d feel in other places.

“Offered myself up for a little bloody torture and a few broken bones. I’m here to tell the tale instead of those guys Y/N. They're off the streets and we have the information needed to finish taking down LAF.” Teeth gritting to keep from rubbing his jaw into your palm, from turning to kiss the center and devour you with his mouth.

Pausing a moment, “But you could’ve gotten killed James.” Sorrow coloring the cadence of your tone, eyes filled with fear at what could’ve happened. “You should’ve called me, I could’ve helped.”

Heart stopping, never had you spoken his first name, always Bucky or Buck, Barnes when your angry but never James. Opening his darken cerulean orbs breath trapped somewhere between lungs and mouth at the sorrow written deep in those eyes he never could not stare into. Heart hammering back to life with the subtle brushing of your fingers over his cheek, “Would it have matter?”

Confusion tips your head to the side, “What you dying or me helping?”

“Dying,” single word dropped like a bomb destroying everything in the path.

“James,” softly spoken with so much emotion held within the countenance of your features. Watching the ghosts float through those beautiful cerulean eyes, memories of a time he couldn’t control, of deeds done to people who didn’t deserve the pain and death he dealt out as the Fist of Hydra. Tears gloss over your eyes once again trying to blink them away to keep them from clogging your emotions filled throat. “It matter’s Barnes, matters to a lot of people you’re just too stubborn to realize that.” Shaking your head to clear the fog and get back to work.

Speechless Bucky just sits there letting you finish up trimmer the hair away as if trying to erase the past months, the torture he let happen with no regard to his personal well being. During this time your words chase around his mind, combined with Sam’s out right demand of him to never put himself in harms way like that again. Adding more questions added than any true answers. Delicate fingers brush over trimmed facial hair bringing him back to the present right as you move to take the barber’s cape from around his neck. Missing the warmth of your touch, heat radiating from your body, your scent filling his nose and making him drunk on you.

Folding the cape to drape over your arm, “I’ll shave you as well come back inside.” Voice slightly rough with unshed tears avoiding looking directly at Bucky and missing the longing written in the ocean pools. Mistaking his lack of response for rejection of your words and feelings. You enter the house placing the small hand load down and moving a chair over towards the sink. Returning to grab up the shaving cream and razor, pulling a fresh wash cloth from the draw by the sink too wet it hot.

“You don’t have to,” entering and closing the back door with the heel of his boot. Bucky leans against the counter watching you with a closed expression. Pain dull but still worming its way through his veins along with so many thoughts.

Glancing his way, “I know,” motioning with a wave of your hand, “but if I don’t that beard’ll come back in short order and we’ll have to do this all over again.” Going for playful to ease the tension built from the lingering words of out on the porch, “Bring your ass over here Buck.”

Your change in mood has a confused frown pulling his mouth down but complies with the order. Taking up the seat with spread legs and turned up face watching you wring out the wash cloth. Using your elbow and tipping his head back to gently place the hot cloth around what’s left of his beard to soften the hair and wake up the pores. Catching the small muffled groan, “To hot?”

“No, perfect,” faintly hearing the two simple words you grab up the shaving cream to put a generous amount in your palm before pulling the quickly cooling cloth from his face. Tossing it towards the sink and applying a layer of cream to his skin. Left overs rinsed from your hands quickly before drying and grasping the razor with steady hands. “Just a little off the top if you please,” boyish smirk slips over his lips tipping cream covered cheeks up while trying to be funny.

Eyes rolling, “To late for that one top’s already taken care of.” Using the pad of your thumb to push the skin of his cheek taunt. Carefully dragging the razor over his flesh intending to keep your gaze directed towards working the blade over his check. However, you’re unable to do so while cleaning the razor as your eyes dart up catching the fact Bucky’s gaze firmly rests on your face. Heat blooming across your body, eyes drop back to his cheek intent on getting finished quickly to avoid any farther embarrassment.

Meanwhile Bucky maps every feature of your face, the slant of your nose, set of your eyes, cupids bow of your top lip. Visions of drawing the plump flesh in for a bite and pull before letting go with a wet pop, filter through his mind. Finding himself in a rather precarious predicament, thighs spread to accommodate your body, his palms itch to grasp and tug you into his lap. Bitting back a moan each touch brings, the gentleness tearing a new hole in armored covered heart. Wanting to keep you out but finding it harder to do every time you show the kindness his life lacked for decades.

Minds eye drawing the curves of your cheeks, lips twitching to caress, fingers tapping trapped in plaster and cloth against his body. Wanting to brush his knuckles over your throat to gently grasp the back of your neck and bring your lips against his for a slow sweet drink of the tempting cavern of your warm mouth. Only snapping back to reality with the soft brush of your fingers along his jawline.

Searching for any hairs left behind, soothingly palming his cheeks with cool hands desperate to taste his skin. Drag your lips over the same spots the razor just graced. Teasing the tip of your tongue along the hard edge of his jaw to place a kiss just below his ear. Tempted to even suck a mark for everyone to see. You swallow harshly removing your hands from his cheeks to rinse and warm up the cloth to clean off any residual shaving cream from his face.

“Finished,” clearing your emotions clogged throat, stepping towards the sink, your profile the only side Bucky sees as you work to clean up the mess.

Feeling rather than hearing him stand heat radiating of his body just a few inches shy of brushing against yours. “Thank you doll,” impulsively leaning forward to brush his lips over your cheek. Lingering longer than he should but unable too stop himself from pressing soft slight chapped lips to the corner of your mouth. “Next time I need shavin’ I know who to come too,” breathing the words before pulling away, taking his leaving quickly to keep from doing something even stupider. Like wrap you up into his arms and actually kissing those pillow soft lips. Backdoor swinging closed a little harder than he meant in his bid to get away from your warmth and tempting body.

Frozen in place, skin tingling from just that slight press while your heart beats almost out of your chest. Pounding against your rib cage so hard fear it’ll crack a rib any second now. White knuckles grip the sinks edge, heat flaring across your body to pool low and throb through your lady parts. Thighs unconsciously rub together needing friction to alleviate the ache growing between your legs.

“Did you cut him or take a hunk of hair out and now he looks like Frankenstein monster?” Teasing tone to his quip, Sam enters the kitchen still staring at the back door. Having watched the exchange from the darkened hallway. Reverting his eyes to your back, taking in the ridge posture of your spine with a slight very subtle shake. “Y/N what’s wrong?” Swiftly coming up behind you, hands gripping your shoulders to turn you around. “Did Bucky say or do something wrong?” Worry creasing his brow the want to hold you close growing with each second your not in his arms.

Looking up into the kind russet eyes flashing with concern and worry, “No,” head shaking, “no he didn’t Sam just…” unable to stop yourself from burying your body against Sam’s firm chest. Trying to figure out how to explain what’s running around in your head. The indecision, thoughts you know shouldn’t roll through your mind doing just that as your arms wind around his trim waist.

“Just what sweetheart?” Wanting to help smooth things over between his two best friends even if it meant swallowing his own feelings.

Keeping your eyes closed, breathing in his cedar wood and citrus scent, burying your nose against his collarbone. Always able to calm the raging storm of emotions boiling through your veins. Confusion setting in with those same tingles you feel when Bucky touches you now dances across your body at the warmth of Sam’s arms cradling you close. Reminding you of earlier when his chest pressed to your back strong hands gently placed on your shoulders. The shiver you suppressed at the touch of both men. At the memory your eyes pop open and you quickly push away from Sam as if he’s burnt you. Needing to escape and figure out what’s going on.

“Nothing, it doesn’t matter, I’m sorry,” feet quickly taking you from the kitchen into the safe arms of your bedroom.

Missing the confused look marring Sam’s face that turns into hurt at the way you’ve shoved him aside. Body sagging against the counter, hand rubbing at the back of his neck searching for what’s changed in such a short period of time.

“Men, blind and just plain foolish,” landing a hard hit to his shoulder, which he rubs to alleviate the pain. Sarah comes up beside her older brother with a raised brow. “Still don’t get it? Searching for exactly why she reacted so strongly? Think Samuel use that big brain you have and actually put it to good use.”

Frown creasing between his eyes and drawing his lips down, “Left behind sucks Sarah that’s all it amounts to. But we… I couldn’t have her along, wouldn’t risk her life like that.”

“Has nothing to do with leaving her home Sam,” giving him a meaningful look that still bewilders him. “Why didn’t you want her along but you took Bucky with you?”

“He’s a super soldier Sar he can take the hits not that I want him hurt either. Shit when he let himself get captured,” moving towards the abandoned chair to plop down heavily. “He scared the living shit outta me, I thought…” hard to swallow the memories of watching those men pulling an unconscious Bucky into a van. Driving off before he could plant a tracker and barely able to get up with bruised ribs making breathing painful. Sam runs a hand over the short hair unsure when things got so complicated between the three of them.

Pulling up a chair in front of Sam, “You’d lost him?” Seeing the nod Sarah’s features softened knowing from the tell’s she picked up watching the three of them for so long. “You love them?”

“What?” Head whipping up so quickly making Sam wince. “Of course I do but not like that I mean their family, you know I’ll do anything to protect my family.”

Hand resting on his shoulder, “You keep telling yourself that big bro maybe one day you’ll actually believe it and able to push those feelings away good enough to keep them at arms length.” Looking up at her, “Just a word of advice,” seeing him nod, “don’t push those emotions away, you deserve that love they both would readily give you.”

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Softly closing the door behind you heading towards the ensuite bathroom for a nice cold shower, preforming your nightly routine, and shutting off every light except the one beside your bed. Falling into the soft mattress with your current book keeping you company for the rest of the night. Eyes start to droop, words blur and you read the same sentence half a dozen times. Book falling against your chest as a yawn takes over your features.

Body stretching out against cool sheets jumping when a soft knock echos around your room, eyes darting towards the clock to see its just a little passed mid night. Slowly getting out of bed, pulling the extra long dark blue with little pink flowers dotting the sleep shirt down to cover your ass and thighs. Thinking its Sarah checking on you, eyes shocked wide with the small crack you open the door to spy Bucky standing there fidgeting.

“Everything all right Buck?” Opening the door wider to lean against the casing arms crossed just under your breasts.

Swallowing, glancing from your eyes to lips repeatedly. Trying to form the words he wants to speak when the decision makes itself clear and Bucky surges forward. Gently wrapping vibranium fingers around the back of your neck and bragging you against his strong chest. Slanting his lips against yours, nipping your bottom lip to make you gasp and slipping his eager tongue passed into the warm depths of your mouth. Leading the kiss and praying he’s not wrong.

Rewarded by your arms winding around his neck careful of his injures. Fingers tugging at the now shorten strands thanks to your expect hands. Garnering a low moan from the depths of his chest, one that rambles with a pleased hum as you return the kiss. Tangling your tongues together making nothing soft nor gentle about this melding of mouths. Only breaking apart for both of you to gasp for air.

“No, nothing’s all right doll. I can’t stop thinking about you,” resting your foreheads together sharing common air. Fingers at the base of your skull massaging the tension with surprisingly easy pressure. “I’d done fighting, done pushing you away, I need you Y/N.”

“James?” Lips tingling from a kiss you’ve only dreamt about as confusion marring your tone, eyes blinking a few times to make sure you’ve pushed the sleepy haze from your mind.

Soft groan issues at hearing you whisper just first name, hand slipping down to wrap around your waist and pull your taut to his body. “If…” trying to push the next words past his lips, “if you don’t want…”

“Us, we need to know now sweetheart. We won’t push you into anything you don’t want,” Sam’s voice full of desire and longing cuts across Bucky’s for a moment.

Making you look up from eyes locked with Bucky to stare at Sam trying to process his words, the look in those beautiful russet eyes you can’t pull yours away from. Till Bucky presses a kiss to just below your ear, “We know it’s a lot to take in doll and you can say no…”

“I,” gulping like a fish out of water, heat thumping through your veins at the unspoken promise both sets of eyes show. “I don’t know what to say.”

Stepping forward to push you back a step so Sam can fully enter your bedroom and close the door. He comes behind you sandwiching your body between two walls of muscle and masculine warmth. Pressing a kiss to the opposite cheek, lips brushing over the shell of your ear, “There’s no going back sweetheart you’re ours if you say yes. But if the answer is no I’m not going to lie things will change. Awkward as hell yes especially at first but I,” Bucky clears his throat to which Sam nods, “we would work through that with you. Loosing your friendship can’t happen no matter what.”

Removing yourself from between their warm bodies to collapse at the end of the bed, head in your hands. Mind so confused, a jumbled mix of desire and lust touched with a heavy dose of love that scares the living shit outta you. Feeling the bed dip on either side, removing your hands to glance at both men. Seeing the reassurance in those cerulean and russet orbs you swallow to wet your parched throat. Gaining strength to finally speak, “I don’t want to loose either of you,” looking between both men. Taking each hand within your own, “But this last mission taught me I don’t want to deny my feelings any longer.”

“What feelings doll?” Giving your hand an encouraging squeeze.

Looking into Bucky’s cerulean eyes, “I’m in love with both of you.” Switching to Sam’s russet orbs seeing the blatant want shining only boosts your confidence to lean over. Cupping his jaw and bringing your lips against his. Different from the kiss you shared with Bucky. Who’s bottom lip begs for a nibbling, Sam’s fuller lips press against your own in tender caresses.

Gentler too, a soft slant of his mouth against yours, pressing twice at different angles before tracing over your bottom lip. Gaining entrance on a sigh of need to check in with your tongue before tangling together. Heated palm cupping your cheek, thumb brushing over the apple twice while he artfully pillages your mouth. Drawing out a low moan squeak following when a set of lips slide over the side of your neck nibbling a short path to suck a mark behind your ear. Making you weak and boneless against Sam, who releases your cheek and hand to grip your hips, having you straddle his thighs.

Kiss breaking for air, “I’m to heavy Sam, your hip.”

“You’re prefect baby girl no arguing understand?” Cupping your ass in both hands to roll your hips against the hard bulge of his erection. Teeth gritting at how good you feel in his arms, the damp heat of your core only serving to make him grow harder with each brush against your cloth covered pussy. Sam reclaims your mouth, this kiss much different. Desperate and demanding taking no prisoners this time as he immediately slips his tongue back into your mouth. Pulling a groan from deep within your chest, arms going around his neck to help move your body against his. The delicious friction sending jolts of pleasure radiating out over your body, clit throbbing with a need you’ve never felt before.

Hissing at the cool sensations of Bucky’s vibranium fingers drawing circles across your back. Pushing your sleep shirt off your body arms raising, breaking the kiss to accomplish the task. Looking over your shoulder at the bare chested Barnes, mouth salivating at the sight eager to touch and kiss every inch. Brought back to Sam with the heat of his mouth connecting to your pulse, adding his own mark to your body while his callused fingers dances across your back.

Cursing his rotten luck for not having use of one hand, Bucky steps forward lowering to his knees carefully. Brushing his lips along your spine while cool alloyed fingers sweep around your body between you and Sam to trace a line between your breasts. Head dropping back to Bucky’s shoulder and baring your breasts to Sam’s hungry glaze and Bucky’s questing fingers.

“So beautiful,” words whispered reverently from Sam’s lips against the damp column of your throat. Mouth tasting each inch of your skin he can reach. Till moist heat circles your nipple, wet tip of his tongue coming out to flick the tightly budded peak before sucking harshly. In contrast to the cool patterns Bucky draws, taking the time to tug before pinching just hard enough that your back arches into Sam’s mouth.

Pushing into Bucky at your back a whimper parting your gasping lips. Needing more of both men surrounding you, slick coating your trembling thighs as you clinch around nothing. Dragging a whine of desperation from you soul,“Please,” single word escaping your mouth.

“What doll? What do you want?” Drawing his lips up to your ear, nipping the lobe bringing it between his teeth giving a sharp bite at the same time Sam flicks his tongue over your nipple.

Letting go with a wet pop, smiling at the whine exiting your heaving chest, “I think out girl needs more Buck. Any thoughts on how to please her?” Brow wiggling over your shoulder at Bucky who just smirks.

Fingers sliding down then under the band of your panties to find you soaked and pulsing. Cool metal meeting heated flesh makes you jolt in Sam’s arms. Grinding down into those wonderful fingers and against the thick ridge of Sam’s cock.

“Don’t stop please,” gasping head lolling back, your eyes close as sensations crash through your veins. Tight coil starting to form with just the brush of his fingers.

Maneuvering closer to slip two fingers into your clinching channel. Deep groan vibrating through his chest and into your back, “Fuck Sam she’s tight and so wet for us. I bet she tastes just as good as she feels.” Rocking your hips, fucking his fingers desperate for that high traveling up from the bottom of your spine. Tickling your tummy with jolts of pleasure only to have it diminish when Bucky pulls his fingers out.

Frustrated whine leaving your lips only to choke on air when Bucky offers one of the fingers perviously buried inside your cunt to Sam. Who doesn’t hesitate to wrap his lips around the single digit, groaning at the very taste of your essence. Circling the tip with his tongue, making sure to clear every drop off while keeping eye contact with Bucky. Mimicking with his mouth how he’d suck Bucky’s cock, garnering a growl from deep within his chest. Letting go with a smirk, “Even better Buck and I bet from the source it’s simply heaven.”

“Only way to find out,” answering grin firmly in place he raises from the floor. Helping you stand on shaky legs turning you to face him. Capturing your lips in an open mouth kiss, flicking his tongue against yours, teasing your bottom lip and drawing out another frustrated groan making him chuckle. “Don’t worry doll we promise you won’t go unsatisfied we’re going to take care of your every need.”

“Don’t tease her Buck it’s not fair,” glint of mischief sparking through those russet eyes that only Bucky catches since your still face him. Sam comes up behind to pressing his bare chest against your back, hands resting on your hips, tugging and letting the band of your panties snap back against your skin. “You can still say no.”

Wiggling back against Sam then pressing forward to feel the hard line of Bucky’s erection against your lower tummy. Knowing why he’s asking, seeing the same sentiment mirrored in Bucky’s eyes that warms your heart filling with love for both men. “Now who’s teasing Samuel,” reaching behind you to slide your palm over his ridged cock giving a squeeze at the same time you palm Bucky. “I’m sure my loves,” enjoying the answering growls from both men. Before another word leaves your lips Sam tugs down your panties letting them pool at your feet as Bucky moves you towards the bed.

Swiping the book from the mattress to lay on the nightstand, smile on his lips at finding the well loved copy of The Fellowship of the Ring. Bringing you to sit then lay back against the cool sheets, trailing his vibranium fingers from your cheek down between your breasts. Circling each nipple, giving the right a light pinch that has your back arching and a gasp existing your paired lips. Distracted till Sam gently grips your left ankle, spreading you open to slide between your legs. Pressing kisses alone the inside of your leg towards your thigh. Soft bread tickling your skin making giggles erupt from your mouth.

“I think she likes that Sam,” the comment spoken against your ear. Placing a kiss to your cheek, “Have to remember to let my own beard grow back out.”

Whimpering softly at the thought one hand fisting the sheets as Sam draws his tongue over the crease between thigh and groin. Purposefully avoiding the spot you want him most, “Payback is a bitch boys,” words growled out right as Bucky envelopes your left nipple into the heat of his mouth.

“Teasing half the fun sweetheart have patience,” looking up from between your legs. Stiffen tongue drawing up from your entrance to clit, circling the little throbbing nub and making your back arch, gasping for air.

“Fuck,” single word breathed from deep within your body. Sweat starting to bead across your forehead. Head tossed back into the pillow free hand carding through Bucky’s chestnut hair tugging the strands harshly till he lets your breast go with a wet pop. You guide his mouth up to yours, demandingly taking the kiss over, slipping your tongue into his mouth this time. Swallowing your moans of delight with each thrust of his tongue. Matching the pace Sam sets against your dripping cunt.

Rutting into the mattress to find the prefect friction hoping to ease for a moment the throbbing of his cock. “Stop stealing all those pretty noises Barnes I wanna hear our girl,” reaching up to smack the other mans thigh hard enough to break the two of you apart.

“Sorry not sorry,” giving him a smirk while licking his lips from the heated kiss.

Filing away the fact Bucky knows what means only to have any thought fly from your mind as two thick fingers enter your quivering channel. Slowly thrusting, his mouth suctioned onto your clit, drawing little short patterns making your thighs shake around his head. Slacking off to lazily place kisses over those thighs but still pumping his fingers, crooking them into a come hither motion to brush over that special spongy spot.

Blooming stars behind your tightly closed eyes, “Watch him doll, see how much you loves devouring that pretty cunt.” Voice rough with arousal against your ear, Bucky’s metal fingers dancing over your chest only adding to your heighten state of desire.

At his command you eyes open to lock with Sam’s passion blown blacken eyes. Moaning at the picture he presents you with, panting breath as you keep drawing closer to your orgasm. Only to have Sam back off creating frustrating tension in your body. Gritting out, “I’m going to die if you don’t let me cum.”

Smirk showing in those beloved eyes as he doubles down on your clit. Lips puffy but forming a perfect O too suction and flick his tongue over the engorged nerve bundle. Fingers, third added to stretch you open and picking the pace up as your mouth drops wide in a scream Bucky devours with a deep kiss. To keep from waking the kids or Sarah, his own body on fire with a need to have you both.

Tingles quickly dancing through your veins, breath panting as you break from Bucky’s mouth, one hand gripping the sheets below the other still buried in his hair. Body on fire as you near that perfect orgasm Sam’s intent on giving you.

Denial’s not just a river in Egypt as your eyes pop open at the knock on your door. Reminiscent of what your sluggish brain comes to understand as just a very vivid dream. One that makes your heart drop with the book that’d lay on your chest now face down on the carpeted floor. You stand checking the time of mid night before heading to the door and finding Sarah on the other side with ice cream in hand.

“Figured you might need some cheering up,” letting her in and taking the bowl of your favorite ice cream.

Vivid dream lingering though you don’t share feeling a TMI moment she doesn’t and most likely wouldn’t want to know about her big brother. You steer the topics away from the non existent love life to plans for tomorrow and the coming weekend.

#Buckybingo #New Hair cut square #Sam Wilson x Female Reader #Bucky Barnes x Female Reader #Sam Wilson x Fem!Reader #Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader #Bucky Barnes x F!Reader #Sam Wilson x F!Reader #TFATWS fiction

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Fanfic Friday #6

Welcome to Fanfic Friday! Each Friday I will post a new fanfic here and on A03. Enjoy x

Read and save it on A03 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/32370130

{Peter Parker’s Field Trip to Stark Industries}

Ships: peppertony, wandanat, sambucky

Warnings: mild anxiety, swearing

Status: married or dating

Wc: 3,281

“-and so that wraps up this lesson. Your homework is to do this worksheet, please hand a sheet back to everyone. I have a quick announcement, and it is very exciting. Given that this is one of the most advanced classes we offer, the school has arranged for us to have a field trip!”

Peter refocused on the word field trip. He didn’t have a good track record for those.

“We will be going to Avenger’s Tower! This is a very exclusive opportunity and you all should be very excited-”

No, no, no, no, this couldn’t be happening to Peter. Not now. Oh god. He had a suspicion this was set up by his basically-father. He was going to kill Tony. His teacher went on to blabber about permission slips and NDAs.

“Class dismissed. Please hand your forms in tomorrow as the field trip is on Friday.”

FRIDAY? How could it be so soon. Peter wanted to die. He headed for the door, but was stopped in his tracks by Mr. Blaze calling his name.

“Yes?” he said, turning around. The class had mainly cleared out by now.

“Peter, you're a good kid, and I understand not being the most popular student in school, but we need to talk about the lie you made up about working at Stark Industries.”

“But the internship is re-”

“This field trip is a great opportunity, and I do not want your lies ruining it for yourself or your classmates. Please do not mention it whilst we are there, or there will be serious consequences.”

“It’s a real intern-”

“Please Peter. You should know better than this. See you tomorrow.”

He was tired and fed up of school when he headed into the hallways to see his best friend.

“Hey,” Ned said, meeting him in the hallway.

“Hey,” Peter replied weakly.

“What’s up? Something happened?”

“Nah, just that field trip.”

“Oh the one to Stark Tower! It’s going to be so fun!”

“Right..”

“You’re not excited? I know you work there and stuff, but still.”

“Hmn uh yeah. No it was more Mr. Blaze being a bitch,” he replied, half lying.

“Still thinks you're lying about the internship?”

“Unfortunately.”

“Wanna come over to mine? Build some lego?”

“Nah, got to be home. Too much work to catch up on with all the patrolling I’ve been doing.”

“Gotcha. Well, see you tomorrow.”

“Yeah, yeah see you.”

Peter walked to the carpark expecting to find Happy in his black SUV. He was, instead, met by Black Widow.

“Nat?”

“Hey spider boy.”

“What are you doing here?”

“Figured I’d pick ya up and bring you home. Had a second free.”

He jumped into the passenger seat of the jet black convertible.

“How was school паук?”

“Не очень хорошо,” he said easily slipping into Russian. (Not very good)

“Зачем? что-то случилось? (Why? Did something happen?”)

“Да. У нас есть производственная практика в Stark Industries. Что было бы не так уж и плохо, но мой глупый учитель не думает, что я действительно проходил там стажировку, поэтому он отругал меня. Плюс мое паучье чутье сегодня сильно пошло на убыль.” (Yes. We have a field trip to Stark Industries. Which wouldn't be so bad, but my stupid teacher doesn't think I really have an internship there, so he told me off. Plus my spider sense were going off so much today.)

“бедный ребенок. Я могу чем-нибудь помочь?” (Poor kid. Anything I can do to help?)

“Убить Tony за это? (Kill Tony for setting this up?”)

“Нет, детка. Сожалею." (No can do kiddo. Sorry.)

“Разве ты не можешь рассказать другим Мстителям? Особенно папа.” (Can you not tell the other Avengers? ‘Specially Dad.)

“Я не обещаю.” (I won’t, promise.)

"Спасибо.” (Thanks.)

They’d arrived at the tower. There was more to it than he was telling. Ever since he’d moved into the tower, he’d been his safe space. It was his and his families. And he knew it was supid because so many people used it, but still. It felt awful for people from his school to come there. Peter pulled his security card out of his bag, scanning it.

“Peter Parker-Stark, clearance level Alpha 5, all access. Hi baby boss,” Friday, the building's AI called out, “Shall I tell Mr. Stark you’re home?”

“Yeah sure. I’m going straight to my lab, though.”

“Okay sir. Morgan would also like to inform you that she is looking for you.”

“Send her down to the lab.”

“As you wish.”

He hopped in the lift and allowed Friday to take him to floor 89. It was his personal lab. Oren, he’d reprogram Karen, allowed him entry through the glass door.

“Hello Peter, welcome back. What would you like to work on?”

“I’m going to do some work on my web shooters. Play my “workin after school” playlist on, please.”

“Yes, sir.”

He worked peacefully on his shooters design and mechanics for about 30 minutes before Oren alerted him that Morgan was coming up.

“Morgan Stark is requesting entry.”

“Granted.”

The door opened and revealed his basically little sister.

“Hey Mo,” he said, picking up the little girl, “Who let you roam around all on your own?”

“Mummy sent me up,” she smiled.

Peter nodded.

“What are you working on Petey.”

“I’ll show you,” he said, placing Morgan on his work table. He’d quickly made sure there was nothing that could hurt her.

“Web shooters?” she guessed.

“Yep. See I wanted to make them even more efficient so I changed the gears and trigger mechanism.”

She nodded knowingly. She was very smart for her age.

“Nice! Can we build our robot?”

“Sure thing. Oren, pull up the files for Petey-Pie and Morgana’s Robot.” He’d let Morgan handle the name for their creation.

Peter went and grabbed the box that had all their pieces in it. Being careful around the young girl, they continued to work on building the robot, Peter teaching her little things on the way.

So he had a normal evening. Did some fun work, some homework, ate dinner with the lunatics called the avengers, and went to bed.

“If it isn’t my two favorite small children!” Tony said, entering his lab.

“Daddy!” Morgan said, running into her father’s arms.

“Oren, I thought I told you to lock Dad out.”

“Unfortunately your father runs the building, so I could not follow your wanted protocol.”

“Love you too kid.”

“You set up the field trip.”

“Field trip?”

“Yeah. My school’s coming here on Friday!” Peter said, looking up from his work.

“Really? Nope wasn’t me. It was likely someone from PR, kiddo. You do go to one of the best STEM schools in the country.”

Tony had a point.

“Right...sorry.”

“It’s good, kid. What’s got you so wound up about it?”

“Daddy, I’m going to Mummy.”

“Okay kiddo, Friday take little Potts to bigger Potts,” he said with a smile.

“Yes sir.”

Once Morgan left, Tony asked again, “So wanna talk about it?”

“Just, just this is home. My home. And I know that’s stupid because it’s a fuckin 100 floor tower, but I know it. I know it so well, and I just don’t really want kids from my school here. I know I can’t gatekeep a building bu-”

“Hey, hey, it’s not stupid. It makes sense. This place is home and you don’t want them messing with any part of it. I bet most kids in your class wouldn’t love it if people came into their home for a field trip.”

“Yeah. And i-its my safeplace. From everything.” Everything being all the people he lost. His parents and uncle and aunt.

“I get it. Want me to have Pep cancel the trip?”

“N-no, no. All the kids in my class were so excited.”

“Always so selfless,” Tony smiled, “When is it again?”

“Friday.”

“Kiddo, I promise it’ll be fine. If anything, anything happens just get Fri to call me or Pep. Most of the avengers will be around too so you can call ‘em too.”

“Yeah. Thanks. They’ll just try to embarrass me, though,” Peter laughed.

“They will. Do I need to sign something?”

“I’m just going to have Mum do it because her signature is less recognizable.”

“Yeah, okay. Your teachers still don’t believe you?”

“How did you know th-”

“Come on kid, I’m Tony Stark.”

Peter smiled, “Fair enough. Yeah they don’t. I mean they will after the trip.”

“Yeah, that’s the bright side.”

“Yeah.”

“Okay, I’ll leave you to it then. Don’t stay in here too late.”

The night before the field trip he was so nervous. He ended up eating dinner in his lab. Pepper complained but Tony just told her he’d had a long day and deserved a break.

He knew he should have gone to bed but as each hour passed, he got more and more anxious about the trip. He needed something to take his mind off it, so he just kept working and working. Suddenly it was seven in the morning and he needed a shower. Finishing his eighth coffee of the eve, he headed to the 91st floor where he stayed. Hoping that neither of his parents would notice his all nighter he crept into his room.

After getting ready for school, he made his way back out of his room.

“Morning,” Pepper greeted him, “How was last night?” She wore a knowing smile as she continued to tap on her computer, presumably doing work.

“Fine,” he smiled, “Don’t tell dad.”

“I won’t. You're turning into him, though.”

“What else was expected?”

Pepper just smiled, “Sam and Bucky had loads of pastry delivered to the main kitchen if you wanna pop in there.”

“Yeah, sounds good. Thanks.”

“By sweetie, have a good day at school.”

“Thanks. Love you.”

“Love you too, hun.”

Peter jumped in the lift taking him up two floores to the Avengers hang out space.

“Spiderling!” Sam and Bucky greeted

“Old Man, bird boy,” he smirked.

“You look like shit, паук,” Nat said from the sofa.

“Thanks,” he said, putting a few of the delicious looking treats onto his plate. He also grabbed himself another cup of coffee. He plops himself down next to Nat on the sofa.

“Did you not sleep again? You look like hell.” Tony said, entering the kitchen to get himself another cup of coffee.

“Right back at you dad.”

“Fair.”

Steve entered, coming back from his run.

“Hey,” he said, addressing the room, “God kid, you look like yo-”

“OKAY NEXT PERSON TO TELL ME I LOOK SHIT IS GETTING IT!”

“Oh sorry,” Steve said, rolling his eyes. Clint came in with Pietro at his side, “What’s this about Peter looking shit?”

“I hate you all,” he said, finishing his last bite. He laid down on the sofa.

“Oh ah kid, something I needed to tell you. Right, you can stay here. No need to go to school and back. Pepper wrote a note saying you’d meet at the school because you had a doctor's appointment or some shit.”

“Why is spider boy here?” Sam asked.

“School field trip.”

“Only you Parker,” the White Wolf laughed.

“No embarrassing me, please,” he begged.

“Hell no, this is a great opportunity,” Sam said, looking over to bucky.

“I won’t,” Nat said with her hands up.

“I’m in, team embarrass Peter,” Clint said, high fiving Bucky and Sam. At that moment, Wanda walked in heading straight for her girlfriend’s arms. Nat happily let her fall into her lap.”

“What’s wrong with you?” Nat asked with some level of concern.

“Everything,” Wanda said.

“Drama queen,” Pietro scoffed. Peter closed his eyes and let the conversation happen around him. At some point, Tony had left. Clint had gone off to train with the Dumb and Dumber, and Steve claimed he had a mission brief.

Friday’s voice startled him, “Peter, I recommend you head downstairs as your class is arriving in 5.”

“Five what?” Peter questioned.

“Four,” The AI continued.

“A LITTLE MORE WARNING WOULD BE NICE!”

Peter grabbed his shit and jumped into the private elevator as fast as he could. Luckily, he was in the lobby mere moments before the class entered. He pretended just to be standing around.

“Peter,” Mr. Blaze called, “Please come and join the class.”

Peter nodded, spotting his best friend amongst the crowd.

“Hey,” Ned greeted.

“‘Sup.”

“Good morning everyone,” said the tour guild, “My name is Tamiko Hiroki and I will be taking you on your tour today. To start, I will be giving you all badges. When I call your name please step up and collect it.”

She made her way through the basket and by the time she was done only one student had not received a badge.

“Hey, Peter didn’t get a badge,” Cindy Moon, a kind girl in his physics class, called.

“Apologies, there doesn’t seem to be one in here for a Peter.”

“Uh I-i, I have m-my own. Thanks Tamiko.”

“Oh okay, cool. Please follow me to security.” The class seemed shocked. Was the kid telling the truth about his internship?

“So, there are many different levels of pass here. Guests get Beta levels 1-5 depending on what they are doing. Then there’s Omega’s who are interns and such. Next is the scientist and important employees with Zeta. Finally there’s Alpha for major important roles such as department heads. The top level, Alpha 5, contains the most important people like the Avengers who live in the tower and CEO Pepper Pots.

“Tamiko Hiro, Clearance level Beta 5.”

“Don’t worry everyone, that's Friday, the AI who runs the building. Just keep passing through.”

“Philip Maiko, Clearance level Beta 1.”

“Michelle Jones, Clearance level Beta 1.”

Peter headed towards the back, allowing all the students to go in front of him. He prayed they didn’t hear his security protocol. The rest passed through with Beta 1. Then, Peter came up.

“Peter Parker-Stark, clearance level Alpha 5, all access. Hi baby boss,” Friday, the building's AI called out, “Shall I tell Mr. Stark you’re home early?”

“I’m on a field trip, Fri. No need to tell D-Mr. Stark. Thanks.”

The class, once again, looked shocked.

“Why does Penis Parker have all access?” Flash called to Tamiko.

“I do not believe I have clearance to disclose that information, but Peter here may answer,” Tamiko said, glaring at Flash.

“I mean I’ve said it before. I am a personal intern of-”

“PETEY!” Bucky yelled, giving him a hug from behind.

Deflated, he responded, “Hey Buck.”

“Is that all I get?

The two settled on one of the many sofas in the lab. Pete’s head in Tony’s lab.

“Sorry about that, Pepper explicitly told all tours to stay off this level, but it seems as though her assistant made an exception because she thought it was okay as you were on the tour. Pepper fired her.”

Only his mum, “She didn’t have to do that.”

“She was furious.”

“Oh I’m sure.”

“I know this is your safe space, so-”

“It’s okay. No one came in.”

“Yeah.”

“You feeling any better?”

“Just tired. Thanks.”

“Always kiddo. You wanna go upstairs? Take a nap?”

“Sure.”

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