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[angelofhell-666]

Hail Hydra part 2

words- 1,687

Warnings- none.

I woke up to the smell of bacon and eggs. Slowly I open my eyes and notice that somehow during the night I ended up lying down. I move my head around and rub my eyes and when I take my hands away I look up and notice I feel asleep in Buckys lap. He must still be asleep because his head is thrown back with his mouth open.

I look down and see that also at some point there was a blanket thrown over me and I notice a heavy weight on myside. Of course it was Buckys metal arm draped over me. How the hell am I supposed to get up.

As I tried to slide of the couch towards to floor I start to push his arm back at the same time trying not to wake him. I started to feel him stir a bit and that’s when I slipped and completely fell onto the floor between the couch and coffee table. Must have been a loud thud because both boys woke up.

“Why you gotta be so loud? Cant you tell people are sleeping…” Sam’s husky voice stirred as he pulled the blanket over his head.

As I sat up I noticed Bucky’s hands were down in front of me, “Here let me help you.” I looked up at him.

I took both his hands as he pulled me back onto the couch. “You alright doll?”

“Yea I’m fine. I just didn’t want to wake you.” I laughed.

“Your fine doll. I’m a light sleeper anyways.” He smiled.

“I’m uh sorry I fell asleep on ya.” I looked down.

“Nothin’ to be sorry about. It was actually comfortable.”

We both sat there just starring at one another until I broke the silence. “So uh wanna go eat?”

“Screw it.” I looked at Bucky in confusion as he came forward and pulled my face towards his as our lips crashed.

I closed my eyes as I brought my hands up to grab his face as we both got lost. He then slowly pulled away as we were both out of breath and I rested my forehead against his. As we pulled away there were a few stray sparks of lightening between us.

We both laughed. “Wow…well that was…great.” I spoke up.

“It really was. Sorry I just couldn’t wait anymore to do that.” He spoke up as his eyes opened and met mine.

“Nothin’ to be sorry about doll.” I mimicked him as he laughed.

“Breakfast is ready…if you guys eat that sorta thing.” Gramps spoke up from the kitchen.

Sam pulled the blanket down from his head as he yelled back, “Hey man that was my line!”

Bucky and I got up and walked towards the kitchen. As we were passing Sam still in the recliner he pulled the blanket right off him. “C’mon Sammy that hangover won’t get any better without food.”

“C’mon man it’s cold!” he yelled as we walked away.

~~

After breakfast and we got all dressed all four of us sat out on the back deck with my laptop trying to figure out where this hydra base could be.

Gramps made us lemonade and Bucky brought out the tray with glasses and the pitcher of it.

“We need to go back to the tower and get our gear before we raid any base first.” Sam said as he sat back with his arms crossed. “And in all honesty, I’m not sure how we’re going to do that.”

Not looking away from my computer, “Gramps you have any ideas on how to get into that tower unnoticed? I mean it’s not like they will kick us out but hydra probably has eyes all over it.”

“There is a way. Not sure if you guys will like it though.” Gramps spoke up as he lifted his lemonade to his lips.

“Anyway is better than being shot at.” Bucky spoke up.

“Going underground through the sewers is your best bet.” A women with dark hair pulled up into a tight bun spoke as she came walking from the gate of the backyard.

I took my eyes off the computer and stood up moving in front of Gramps with lightening coming from my hands.

“Maria! It’s been awhile girl!” Sam said as he stood up and moved towards her as she came closer to the deck.

I looked at her confused and glanced back at Gramps. “She’s an old friend. You can trust her.”

I nodded my head as I relaxed and my lightening went away. She approached me and I noticed she had a briefcase with her. She held out her hand in front of me. “Maria Hill. It’s finally nice to properly meet you Y/N. Your Gramps here talks a lot about you.”

I extended my hand and shook hers in return. “I wish I could say the same.” As I laughed.

Bucky got up and grabbed a chair from the other side of the deck and brought it to the table for her to sit. “Thank you.” She sat down and put her case on the table in front of her.

“How much do I owe you for fixing it up?” Gramps spoke up.

“Nothing Captain. Anything for an old friend.” She smiled softly.

“So you suggest that we go underground? Will they be expecting us to?” Sam asked.

“They shouldn’t. Tony and the team are pretty much the only people that knew there was an emergency tunnel system just in case. So you guys should be in the clear.” She spoke up. She opened up the case and pulled out a blue print and shut the case back up.

She laid it out on the table in front of us to look at. “I’ll be the eyes up top to make sure you guys get in and out undetected.”

“I sure hope we can get in and out. Because all we have for weapons is Sam’s small pistol. Which is basically for women.” Bucky laughed as he looked over at Sam.

“Hey man don’t hate. This helped us yesterday.” He laughed back.

“Y/N you have to make sure you don’t use your power because they have high tech stuff that can detect that.” Maria looked at me as she spoke.

I nodded. “So we pretty much have Sam’s pistol and Bucky’s metal arm. I mean I have strength but it’s nothing compared to Gramps.”

“And you did those martial arts classes and stuff growing up so make sure you use those skills if need be.” Gramps spoke up.

“True.”

I could sense Bucky get tense next to me. “We can’t let any of us get captured. We won’t make it out alive this time. And if they find out my brain is clear of the Winter Soldier, they will for sure kill me. We have to do this as carful as possible.”

I looked over at him and grabbed his hand with mine. “I won’t let that happen to ya.”

We both locked eyes. We then got interrupted by Maria. “There’s also something else you guys have to grab. If you go to my office on the 54th floor there’s gifts in there for you guys.”

All three of us looked at one another, “Gifts? What is this Christmas?” Sam spoke up.

“No. It’s your new tac gear. I’v been making them for you guys since I found out Sam took on the role of Captain America. Y/N, yours is there to. I made a few new adjustments to yours since it got ruined.”

I nodded. “Grab what you need and we can head out in 10.” The three of us stood up as we walked into the house.

I went into my room to grab a few tac knives I had and I sat on my bed putting them in my boots as Sam walked in and took a seat next to me.

He must tell I’m nervous. “It’ll be okay Sparky. I know this is pretty much your first time working with others but you can trust us. And Maria. She’s a great person,”

“I’m not nervous about working with you guys. I’v heard a lot about you guys from Gramps. I pretty much trust you guys with my life. I’m just worried about Buck. What if they get ahold of him again?”

I looked down with my legs jumping up and down. “They won’t. You and I will make sure of it. We can’t let them take him. I know his Winter Soldier is gone but he’s right. If they find out it’s gone then they will kill him.”

I looked at him, “We can’t let that happen. He just got his life back.”

He smiled at me, “I know Sparks. But he has something he didn’t have before that will keep him fighting.”

“And what’s that?” I asked.

“You. I can tell you already keep him grounded. Hell, last night was the first night he hasn’t had nightmares since I’v known him.”

“I see how you guys are with each other already. Even if you both don’t know yet it is love.” I felt my cheeks get hot as I looked down. He put his hand on my shoulder. “You’re a good kid Sparks. Even if you don’t know it yet you both help each other. Almost like your both meant for each other.  Your Gramps is real proud of you.”

“I know. I just don’t want to let him down. Either of them.” I looked back at him.

“You won’t. Plus how do you think I feel?” he laughed, “He handed his shield off to me.”

We both laughed. “Yea I feel like a squirrel would be better than you.”

We both got up and hugged one another. “Everything will be alright today Sparky.”

Little did we know Bucky was listening outside the door with a smile on his face. She might do anything to protect him but he will do anything also to protect her. Not just because she’s Steve’s granddaughter but Steve was right, she is the love of his life.

[freaky--love]

Imagine Eddie Brock obsessing over you part 2

[Part 1]

Eddie wouldn't dream of purposely hurting you, but if you kept trying to resist against him he would have no choice 

Given the circumstances, Eddie would keep you locked away in a shitty little apartment. He would defiantly be the type to keep you chained up to the bedpost. 

There isn't a day where he tells you his promises to go to live somewhere nicer, somewhere that you deserve to live. Some nights, when he isn't out hunting for Spiderman, he will force you to lay your head on his chest or shoulder as he tells you everything he has planned for the both of you. 

At first, you were too scared to fight back against him. With him being bonded to the symbiote he's stronger than an average man, and you didn't want to get hurt by that thing again. 

But after a while you’ve just grew sick of his so called version of "love". You want to escape, you want to see your friends and family again, you want to see something other the peeling walls of the small apartment. 

But Eddie wasn't stupid. He caught on pretty early what you were trying to do, so some nights he would stalk around the apartment building, trying to make sure that you weren't going to attempt to climb out of the window or run out of the door. 

He ended up catching you however, you just managed to get one foot out of the window before a black mass pushed you back into the room. You screamed in fear as you saw Venom staring down at you. 

Eddie would be heartbroken after seeing you try to leave him. His emotions get the best of him, so his actions towards you are random, not very well thought out. You flinched whenever his massive hand came near you body, of the sharp teeth of venom getting a bit too close to your face. 

You expected the worst honestly, you waited for him to hurt you, to tie you back to the bed post, but you hadn't expected him to start kissing you roughly. The black ink-like body of Venom had melted away, hidden beneath his clothes as he continued kissing you. 

You tried to fight him off, shouting muffled by his lips, but his response was to grip your hips tightly. When he pulled away, you were breathless. You gagged at the still remaining feelings of his lips against yours but quickly stopped when he harshly gripped your chin forcing you to look at him. 

His eyes held a dangerous glint in them as he spoke: "You're mine ___, and I will never let you go."

[this-ginger-has-no-soul]

Pietro the little spoon

(A/N): Boys who like being the little spoon just fuck me up

Request: Can you do a Pietro x reader where after a long and hard mission the two of you are cuddling but he won't stop squirming while you try to sleep so you ask what's wrong and he's really nervous and tells you he wants to be the little spoon please

Warnings: none

  Both of you were tired, exhausted really. The mission had been long and excruciating. Bruises littered both your bodies, you were both covered in multiple bandages, and you were both passed out in the Avenjet on the way home but the two of you had each other, just you and your sokovian lover, that's all that really mattered to you. Now the two of you were curled up in bed together, trying to sleep. 

  You thought it would be an easy task given how tired both of you were but Pietro just wouldn't quit squirming. He was never this antsy, especially after such a long and tiring mission. Maybe he was just trying to find a comfortable position? You knew you were constantly squirming because of that (and other reasons too. *cough cough, wink wink, nudge nudge*) perhaps Pietro was too. 

  You decided to ignore it for now, wait a couple of minutes until he settled back down and you could go to sleep but that time never came, he kept on squirming and squirming and squirming until you had had enough. 

  "Pietro," You whisper as you look at him from over your shoulder. "What are you doing? Is everything okay?" Pietro looks rather sheepish, his pale cheeks dusted in a beautiful shade of red and had you not been so tired you would have loved to tell him how cute it was but now you were not in the mood. 

  "I uh- um- never mind, it's stupid anyways," Well now your interest had been piqued and you wanted to know exactly what he had wanted.

   "No," You squirm in his embrace, turning to face him instead. "Tell me,"

   "No, it's stupid," 

  "Come on," you coax him, pressing a soft kiss to his lips as you do. "You can tell me, I won't judge." Pietro sighs, hanging his head a bit in shame. 

  "Promise you won't judge me?" 

  "Cross my heart and hope to die," You smile at him, hoping that it was at least somewhat reassuring. Pietro sighs again, now looking anywhere but your face; The bedding, his hands, your shirt, anything but you.

  "I was wondering if maybe you'dletmebethelittlespoon?" The sentence came out so fast and so quietly you had a hard time catching on.

   "What?" You ask, brows furrowed as you try to decipher what he had said. 

  "See, I told you it was stupid," 

  "No, that's not it at all baby, I just can't hear you is all, could you maybe repeat what you said for me?"

   "I asked if maybeIcouldbethelittlespoon?"

   "Pete, you're really going to have to speak clearer,"

  "Can I be the little spoon?" His tone was perfectly clear now and this time you did hear him.

   So pietro wanted to be the little spoon? That's why he was being so antsy and squirmy? 

   You can't help the large smile that overtakes your features at his words, they were just too cute for you too handle quite honestly. 

  "Oh my god, that's the cutest thing anybody's ever asked me," Pietro groans a bit, blushing even more than before.

   "Forget I said anything," He grumbles as he flips onto his side, leaving his back completely bare to you. You smirk as you wrap your arms around his waist, pulling him to your body. 

  "My cute little spoon," you coo as you rub your nose in his neck, unable to stop smiling. 

  Almost immediately Pietro relaxes against you, sighing contently as he leans back into your warmth. Not even your words could upset him now, not when he felt so safe and loved, so warm and protected. You can't help but nuzzle into his neck, breathing in deeply as sleep finally began to eat away at your body. If you knew having Pietro be the little spoon was this comfortable then you would have been the big spoon from the start.

[multiversecomforts]

Comfort Letters!!!!!

Comforting letters sent from the heroes of the MCU for any occasion!!

[marvels-writings]

Back & Forth (1)

(not my collage)

Maria Hill Masterlist

Series Masterlist

Summary: Being the adopted sister of Dr. Strange was hard enough. After his accident, you trained in the Mystic Arts with him but went back to your job as the medical manager at the Avengers Tower. Maria is left in charge of you. You drive each other crazy, but Maria isn’t sure if it’s a good thing.

A/N: A lot of people really liked this idea, then I got inspiration for it. So here we go.

Being the adopted sister of Dr. Strange came with benefits and drawbacks. One of the benefits was the parties, the galas, and the fame. The lifestyle changed you completely. Stephen had a photographic memory which never ceased to annoy you. But you got along with people better than he had ever hoped. 

The drawbacks were being unable to get along with people. The two of you were reckless, even after becoming renowned surgeons. Stephen worked in a hospital as a lead neurosurgeon. You worked with the Avengers as their medical manager. 

The news of your brother getting into a car accident shattered you. You got him into surgery, trying to give him the best treatment you could. You did everything you knew he would do. 

But it wasn’t enough.

His hands were scarred and unable to function. 

It broke you to see Stephen this way. He lashed out at you and Christine almost every day now. The only reason he wasn’t bankrupt was because of you. You funded him and tried to get him all the operations he needed. It still wasn’t enough for him.

After one big fight you had, he left for Tibet after someone told him it could heal him. 

You took a leave from the Avengers to find your brother. What you found shocked you.

The idea of magic was new to you and Stephen. You struggled as much as Stephen did. Magic was something neither of you had believed. After your brother got a grounding of his surroundings and of himself, you left to return to your job.

“Why not stay?” Stephen asked when you made your decision.

“Because I have something to go back for.” You quipped, frustrated at his pestering for you to stay.

“Don’t tell me it’s one of your idiotic girlfriends.” He groaned. You laughed. 

“Nope, I’ve got a job.”

Stephen sighed and helped you pack, but you could tell something was on his mind. 

“Can you do me a favor?” He asked, voice tight. You nodded and zipped up your bag.

“Tell Christine that I’m sorry.”

“Are you afraid to tell her yourself?” You asked with a raised eyebrow. 

Stephen gestured to his computer, you frowned and looked at it. There were countless emails he had sent to Christine to apologize, but she had never responded. You sighed and agreed to tell Christine once you had the chance. You left with a promise to stay in touch and out of trouble. 

Though, you never kept your promise to stay out of trouble. 

The medical team was happy to have you back. You kept your magical knowledge a secret as long as you could. But after Steve Rogers was about to have a tree crash onto him, you used the magic to create a shield above his head and saved his life.

Now, they were putting you under the authority of someone named Maria Hill to have your powers trained. You wore a denim button-up, navy blue slacks, and black Adidas sneakers to the meeting. Steve and Natasha were waiting for you in the debriefing room when you came. 

They were accompanied by a tall brunette with gorgeous blue eyes. You smirked and offered your hand to shake hers. The brunette raised an eyebrow but shook your hand. You glanced at the brunette up and down, she held a tablet in one hand. She wore a body con, navy blue dress which went down to just above her knees. 

“I’m y/n Strange, nice to meet you, miss…?” You trailed off and let go of her hand.

“Maria Hill, I’m going to be your S/O.” She stated, your eyes widened as you smirked. 

“That’s a bit forward, don’t you think?” You asked, Steve bit back a laugh while Natasha snorted at your reaction.

“She means a superior officer,” Steve stated. You made an ‘oh’ and looked back at Maria who had a light pink tinge on her cheeks. 

“So, s/o, what’s my first task.” You purred, a smirk still on your face. 

“Tony is going to help you make a suit,” She said, glancing down at her tablet and inhaling sharply. “Then, I’m supposed to train you in hand to hand combat.”

“Can’t wait. I have a question.” You tilted your head to the side. 

“Am I supposed to call you ‘Maria’ or ‘Hill’?” You asked Maria to consider it. 

“Agent Hill would be fine.” She answered you winced slightly.

“ 'Maria' it is.” You remarked, smiling at her. Maria opened her mouth to speak, but you cut her off.

“I think we’re going to get along fine, don’t you think?” You asked, stepping closer to her to take the tablet. 

You noticed her breath hitch slightly, you smirked and slid the tablet out of her hands and pulled away quickly. Natasha and Steve were stunned at what had just happened. They had never seen Maria blush. You grinned smugly at their reactions and looked at the suit Tony had been preparing.

“This is going to need some improvements,” You muttered, then gestured to the tablet in the direction of Tony’s lab. “Care to come with me, s/o?” You asked

Maria raised an eyebrow, but you shrugged and went off in the direction of Tony’s lab. The brunette sighed and followed you, unsure of what was going to happen.

| Part 2 | 

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A/N: New series, thoughts?

[certaincollectionlandblog]

Tom vs Sebastian

Stan: Guys I think we've all been a little hard on Holland recently, so to apologize I got him a little gift.

Holland: Mr.Stan you didn't have to do this! I'm Sure whatever you got was * opens the package* you got me spider repellent?

Stan: HAHA I know it's great now when we don't want you around we just spray this crap

Holland: *crying in the corner* Come on guys I just wanna be friends

[boysintears]

It all started in that Coffee Shop // Peter Parker

Warnings: none

Words: 1.927

A/N: this is my entry for @wokeupinawalnut ‘s challenge, i chose the prompt gay pride and coffee shop au wih my baby Peter Parker ; i hope you guys like this, it’s my first time writing for marvel

i’ve got a feeling this isn’t the coffee shop au it started out to be.. also the reader is norwegian/ has norwegian roots

this is college Peter in a world where infinity war never happened

The new coffee shop near campus only opened a few months ago but still Peter has been going there every single day since the opening. The coffee wasn’t the best he ever drank, to be honest. But also the best he ever drank was Mister Stark’s coffee and who knows how expensive that is.

On the day of opening, the shop was nearly empty when Peter arrived. Just a boy behind the counter and two girls cleaning the tables. The shop had a homey feeling, not like a Starbucks or something quite the opposite actually. There were small tables with wing chairs and armchairs sitting around, the tables in the corners of the store had couches, and the lights were always dimmed to a nice warm glow.

The boy was leaning on the counter, a large grin on his face, he looked at Peter. “Look girls! It’s our first customer!” Without waiting for an answer the guy leaned even farther on the counter. “What can I bring you, first customer?”  “Uh,  a-a “, Peter started stuttering.

“Leave the poor boy alone! He’s not only going to be our first but also our last customer if you keep being this weird”, one of the girls called from the back of the shop. Rolling his eyes the boy backed off and turned his attention back to Peter. “How about I’ll bring you a coffee?” “That’d be nice. Thank you” The boy winked at him, “I’m Y/N by the way” “Peter Parker”

Mustering the boy closer he noticed a few pins on his apron. One with the logo of some band, another one with the Iron man mask, a third one, smaller than the first two with a little Spider-man on it, which made Peter fangirl a little bit, and lastly a pin roughly the same size as the Spider-man one completely painted with a rainbow.

Looking up again he noticed the boy looking at him with a thoughtful expression on his face. “If you’re going to say anything against that you can leave and never come back”, he said in a grave voice.

Frantically shaking his head no, Peter started to stutter once more. “N-no. Nothing against that. Completely fine with it. No problems here. Trust me”

The corner of his mouth twitched slightly upwards as the other turned around again to receive the ordered coffee.

That first encounter with Y/N was gladly not the last, but definitely the weirdest they ever had. The times after that one morning, were of a more normal nature and after a few weeks the boys developed a routine. Peter came in the shop, Y/N yelled his name, or one of the many nicknames Peter now had, and turned around to make him his usual. Sometimes he would make him something new, something that Peter never had before, just so the boy could be amazed by Y/N’s amazing brewing skills.

And Peter loved it. The routine, the coffee, the conversations with Y/N that were the same kind of nerdy and amazing as his talks with Ned, and dare he say that, sometimes even more amazing. There was just something he couldn’t describe. A warm feeling on his insides that came when he saw Y/N.

To be honest, he could not imagine living without this warm sensation ever again. It became a part of him, a part of his routine. And quite frankly his favourite part of the day.

So it was devastating for him when he couldn’t come to see his friend for a whole two weeks. Mister Stark took him on a mission and he was hurt while fighting. The billionaire wouldn’t let him out of his sight until Peter was fully recovered.  

Clearly it was only natural that the first thing Peter did, after he could finally escape Tony’s hawk eyes, was going to the coffee shop. Coming in the shop was nearly empty. Only a small group of people where sitting at a table in the corner and talking quietly. He couldn’t see Y/N. The other two waitresses were standing behind the counter, talking.

Peter slowly went up to them. “Hey, isn’t Y/N here today?” “He’s been sick the last few days”, one of them replied with a smile. “You’re friends right? Maybe you could visit him? He always gets so closed off and cranky when he’s sick”, the other chuckled.

“Uh, yeah, I-I mean sure! Can you give me his address? Please?” “Oh you don’t know? I always thought you two would hang out together” After Peter shook his head in a soft motion, one of them pulled out a small notebook and jutted down Y/N’s address before ripping the piece of paper out and handing it to Peter.  

It took the spider boy a while to find the right apartment building, his knowledge of the city was huge but it was way easier to find your way when your swinging though the air.

He got nervous all of a sudden. If Y/N really got so cranky while he’s sick, would he even want to see him? Or would he just send him away? Oh god, what if he was angry that he got his address and just showed up?

Oh maybe he shouldn’t do this. This was a bad idea. But he was already standing in front of the door. And later on he would definitely regret not talking to Y/N. He also missed the warm feeling that always appeared as soon as Y/N smiled at him.

Squeezing his eyes together he took a deep breath and raised his hand to knock at the apartment door. But before his knuckles could touch the wood the door was pulled open and Y/N was standing in front of him with a small smile playing on his lips.

“Oh fuck”, Peter breathed out as he got a good look at the other boy. He really looked like shit. His skin was as white as a sheet of paper; but the bags underneath his eyes as dark as the night. His hair was falling in front of his eyes, looking like it hasn’t been washed in a while.

Letting his eyes wander further down, he saw that Y/N was only in a really baggy shirt that was long enough to nearly hide the boxers he was wearing.

His eyes snapped back up when he heard his opposite chuckle. “If you’re done checking me out you’re welcome to come in”, he told him, his voice fitting to his ill appearance perfectly, with the scratch and the rough undertone.  

Hesitantly Peter followed his friend into his apartment. “You haven’t be-” “I’m sorry” Confused Y/N turned around. “What for?” “I shouldn’t have gotten your address without asking you first. It was a dumb idea to just show up. I should probably go. I-”, Peter already turned back to the door, ready to leave, when Y/n grabbed his sleeve. “Hey, Pete. Calm down. It’s okay”, he was interrupted by a violent cough, “Sorry. I don’t have anything against you showing up. I’m actually kinda glad you’re here”

“Really?” Y/N gave him a soft nod. Still having a grip on Peter’s arm, he pulled him towards the couch and let himself slump on the pile of blankets and pillows. “I always get so closed of when I’m not feeling so good. I rarely see or talk to anybody until I’m myself again. Also I-I kinda missed you”, the last part of the sentence he mumbled into the collar of his shirt, as he pulled it over his nose. His cheeks also slowly tinted with red, but Peter couldn’t tell if it was because of his sickness or because of the reason he really hoped for.

“I missed you too”, he replied in a sudden flash of confidence, regretting it as soon as it came out of his mouth. Letting himself slouch on the couch he lowered his gaze away from Y/N to his feet, feeling heat crawling up his neck.

He could feel the couch dip as Y/N slowly shimmied himself nearer to him. Laying a hand on Peters neck, Y/N pressed a small kiss on Peters cheek and let his head fall onto his shoulder; only to raise it a second later, falling into a fit of coughs.

“You know, if I wouldn’t know better, I’d say you’re blushing because of me”, he chuckled after. “Well I could say the same about you, you dumb barista” “Well, maybe I am blushing because of you” Looking at him sceptically, Peter let out a small huff of air. “Why would you be blushing because of me. You’re so sick that you’re lies don’t even make sense”

Y/N’s expression moved from startled to angry. “You’re cute and nice and have a great sense of humor. That’s why I’m blushing, because I have this huge crush on you!” Whipping his head around to look at him Peter started to stutter. “Wh- you- w-. You what?”, he replied sheepishly.

“I have a huge crush on you and I was hoping you had the same feelings for me. The way you looked at me and the blushing and the way you laughed at my jokes no matter that none of those were funny. I was so sure! But it’s okay, I understand that I was wrong and I won’t mention it again”, he choked out, his voice breaking and become really quiet.  

Peter didn’t know what to say. Y/N just confessed his feelings for him and he didn’t know what to say. He started to panic when Y/N started to move away from him. “I’m stupid”, he blurted out. The sick boy looked up at him, wetness clearly shining in is eyes. “I’m stupid”, he repeated. “I don’t know what to say, because you just threw your feelings at me and I am sitting here staring at you, while you’re starting to cry, instead of admitting that I too have a huge crush on you” “You don’t have to say that. I rather you reject me now, instead of leading me on”, Y/N rasped out.

Shaking his head furiously, Peter followed him to the other end of the couch, holding him still by the shoulders. “I am not saying that to make you feel better. I really do have this crush on you. And I wish I realized that sooner instead of thinking I’m straight, when I’m clearly not. I wish I realized sooner that this warm, sparkly feeling in my chest is not just brotherly love but real love. That I fell for the most amazing boy. I wish I confessed sooner and wouldn’t make us both cry”, he laughed shakily with the first tear rolling down his cheek.  

“I would kiss you right now if you weren’t sick Y/N” “I would kiss you too”, he snuffled. Slowly Peter laid his face in the crook of Y/N’s neck. “Does that mean I can take you out on cheesy, cliché dates now and introduce you as my boyfriend?” “But you didn’t even ask me to be your boyfriend yet” “Y/N Kjell Thorsen would you do me the honor and be my boyfriend?”, he asked without lifting his head up. Chuckling softly he replied “Why yes Peter Benjamin Parker, I’d love to call myself you’re boyfriend” “I’m glad”, the hero murmured and pressed a small kiss to the skin of Y/N’s neck.

“I know this really cute coffee shop I can take you to when you’re not sick anymore” “Are you trying to take me on a date in my own shop?” “Maybe”

Masterlist • Drabbles • Ships

(my requests are open btw)

[beefybuffybucky]

The Bedroom Mentor

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female!Reader

Request: Hey doll :) I had an idea but I’m not sure if you like it. You’re a recruit for SHIELD and get trained by the Avengers and your Mentor is Bucky. So during the time together you slowly fall in love with each other but you reject him one time cause you don’t want to get in Trouble and leave the Training upset. Later that evening Buck Comes to your room and wants to have a talk with you but he can’t contain himself and you both end up having sex :) then he holds you and asks you to be his ? :) -anon

Warnings: language, smut/unprotected sex (18+), nsfw, some oral (male receiving)

Word Count: 2.9K

A/N: I listened to Africa by Toto on repeat while I wrote this whole fic. I don’t really have an explanation why, but it happened. I really enjoyed this three-day break from my first week of school but now it’s back to classes tomorrow. Anyways, feel free to send in more requests! Hope this is what you were lookin’ for!

A few months ago, Nick Fury had hunted you down in the middle of one of your freelance missions and offered you a position working for S.H.I.E.L.D. Naturally, your first instinct was to laugh in his face. Working for him and the organization meant having to abide by someone else’s rules, which, up until that point, you had always taken whatever missions you wanted, and never had to follow any other rules besides your own. But here you are, three months later, lacing up your shoes to get ready to start your training with the Avengers. Each new recruit - no matter how much experience they’ve had prior to joining S.H.I.E.L.D. - is required to go through the training, and are assigned mentors. You haven’t been told who your mentor will be yet, but honestly, you just wanted to get this over with.

You sigh and push up from the bench in the locker room, and saunter down the hallway leading to the training room as you threw your hair up into a quick, tight ponytail. Pushing through the door, you’re greeted by a bright, natural light streaming in through the skylights of the training room, and spot Fury standing near the main entrance.

“Y/N, glad you could join us,” Fury’s sarcastic voice rings out through the air as you jog up to them. You immediately recognize the other man towering behind him as James Buchanan Barnes - the Winter Soldier. Like everyone else on Earth, you were very well aware of who Bucky is - or, more accurately, was. He was strikingly gorgeous. His thick, soft locks of hair were pulled back into a bun, and the scruff on his face made his jawline look even sharper than usual. The tight black t-shirt stretched across his broad chest looked like it could rip if he breathed too deeply, and it was paired with slouching sweatpants and black tennis shoes. The smooth metal of his left arm glistened in the light. You were convinced you had never seen a man more beautiful than him, and you tried your best to brush away the steamy thoughts surfacing in your mind.

“This is Bucky,” Fury nods his head over his shoulder towards Bucky. “He’ll be your mentor for the next few weeks. It’s crucial that you show up to all the training. We need you to be fit for the job.” He turns to leave the room and pauses at the door. “Oh, and if you don’t think you can handle this, let me know.” And with that, he takes his exit, leaving just you and Bucky.

“Alright, kid,” Bucky deeply sighs. “Let’s see what you can do.” He walks into the middle of the floor, his arms crossed over his chest. You blink at him.

“What do you want me to do?” You question him, shifting your weight to one foot.

“Gimme your best shot,” Bucky shrugs, a sly smirk tugging at the corner of his lip.

“You want me to just…throw a punch? Or…,” you tilt your head in confusion.

“Yeah,” he lightly chuckles. “Let’s get a move on.”

You straighten up and walk over to him, adding a little extra pep in your step as you approach. When you pause, you meet his gaze. His eyes shine with amusement and anticipation, the smirk still plastered on his face. After a few moments, you sharply inhale and send a fist flying towards his cheek, which he easily blocks, completely encapturing your fist in his hand. You don’t even hesitate to send another counter attack flying towards his gut, which he also blocks, and you drop as he attempts to swing at you. Using your leg, you manage to trip him up a little bit, giving you a window of opportunity to throw in another hit, barely making contact with the side of his jaw as he uses his arm to block it. You spar for several more minutes until he manages to flip you onto your back. You land with a huff as the air is kicked from your lungs and open your eyes to find Bucky hovering above you, pinning your wrists above your head.

“Not bad,” Bucky pants, a few loose strands of hair dangling down from his bun. “You need some work, but you’re better than most of the agents I’ve seen.” He releases his hold on your wrists and rests on his knees, basically straddling your waist. “I like your style. I have to admit, you were a good challenge.” He pushes up from his knee and stands over you, offering a hand for help. You painfully push up and rest on an elbow, clamping your other hand in his. The skin on his hand is rough, but you find your mind wandering to the part of your thoughts you were trying to block out. He pulls you up, and his face is so close to yours that his soft, warm breaths fan across your cheeks.

“How are you with lifting?” His eyes don’t leave yours as he whispers.

“Weights? I can lift more than it looks like,” you smile, allowing yourself to sneak a quick glance to his lips. Your gaze flicks back up, but you catch a glimpse of a muscle in his jaw twitching.

“Show me what you got, darlin,” he smirks again, his pupils dilating slightly.

This is going to be the death of me.

It’s been nearly two weeks since you’ve arrived at the compound. It’s been nearly non-stop training and working with other members of the team to build your skills and knowledge, and today has been no exception.

“One more rep. C’mon, doll, you got this,” Bucky calls out over the music in the training room. Every breath feels like fire in your lungs, and your legs are ready to give out. You huff out a sharp breath as you squat down and grip the bar, mustering all the strength you had left in your to deadlift the weights. As you straighten your body and hold the stance, you catch a glimpse of Bucky in the mirror in front of you, his eyes scanning every inch of you. You drop the weights and they land with a hard, loud thud on the floor mat.

“Atta girl,” Bucky smiles as he slowly closes the distance between you two. “I knew you had it in ya, sweetheart.”

“What’s with the pet names?” You shoot as you work to take off your gloves.

“You don’t like ‘em?” Bucky glances at you over his shoulder.

“N-No, it’s just…I -.” you could feel the heat rising. Truth is, you love the pet names. They would send you into a sort of daydream where - most of the time - you typically imagined Bucky calling you different names, but in the bedroom.

“Why so flustered, doll?” A sly smile pulls at his lips. “Did I say somethin’ wrong?”

“What makes you think you said something wrong?”

“Your cheeks are a bit red, darlin’. Do you have a fever?” His eyes shine with laughter as he tilts his head, the smirk on his face growing even larger. You quietly shake your head. “Then what is it, doll? Did I make you blush?” He suddenly leans forward, getting dangerously close to your face. Naturally, you noticed the way the muscles in his arms shifted with his movements, the tight material of his shirt becoming even more strained.

“I’m pretty tired,” you whisper, lying through your teeth. “I think I’ll head to bed.”

“Mind if I were to join you?” Bucky mutters, his voice smooth and low.  

“Bucky, I…I’m sorry, but I…I can’t.” You could barely manage a whisper as you quickly made an exit from the room, nearly running for the elevator to head back to your level. The ride back up to your floor felt like an eternity, and as soon as the elevator’s doors opened, you made a beeline for your room. Once inside the door, you decide to try and shower to wash away your emotions, hoping that the warm water and the steamy air will calm your nerves, voiding your mind of thoughts of Bucky.

After taking a quick shower, you pad back into your room, only wearing a towel around you. From your drawers, you toss a big t-shirt and some panties onto your bed and start to get dressed. You’re only able to pull on the t-shirt before a soft knock comes from the door. You quietly tiptoe across the floor and slowly open the door a few inches. Bucky looks up from his feet, his eyes shining with a mixture of emotions.

“Can we talk?” A muscle in his jaw twitched.

“Sure,” you hesitantly pull the door open wide enough so that he can step in. Bucky’s boots softly thump on the floor as he walks past you. Closing the door gently, you turn on your heels to face him. He’s standing a few feet away with his hands tucked into the pockets of his dark jeans, his t-shirt clinging to his body in all the right places.

“Look, about what happened down there, I -”

“It’s not your fault,” you cut in. “I…I overreacted. I shouldn’t have just run off like that,” you sigh, crossing your arms over your chest. The hem of the shirt slides up your leg and brushes against the middle part of your thighs, revealing even more of your legs than it already was. Bucky’s eyes take in your body, briefly focusing on the bottom of the shirt. He slowly pulls his bottom lip in between his teeth.

“I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable,” he quietly continues. He slowly closes the distance between you, stopping a couple inches from you. “If you want me to back off, all you have to do is tell me, Y/N.”

“I don’t want you to,” your voice is a soft whisper as you breathe in the scent of his cologne. “It’s just that once I get my teeth into something, it’s hard to let go. And I don’t want to risk getting in trouble here. This is my chance to really get back on my feet, and I can’t let my feelings fuck that up for me.”

A quick flash of hurt darts through his gaze. “We wouldn’t get in trouble, darlin’,” Bucky shakes his head slowly. “Trust me.”

“I want to, but I need to -”

Bucky quickly dips his head down, capturing your lips in a gentle kiss, his hands resting on your hips. As the initial shock subsides, you mold your lips to his, deepening the kiss. After a few long moments, Bucky pulls away, your breaths mixing together in the cool air of the room.

“I-I’m sorry,” he stutters. “I just couldn’t help it.”

“No, it-it’s okay, Buck,” you hum. His flesh hand brushes against your cheek, cupping your face. His gaze locks in on yours. “I want this.”

That was all he needed to kiss you again. He uses his other hand to pull you closer to him, a gentle moan escaping your lips through the searing kiss. His thumb brushes across your cheek as he runs his tongue along your bottom lip. This time, you’re the one to break the kiss, taking his hand and leading him to your bed. You run a finger under the hem of his shirt, your fingertip ghosting over the warm skin of his waist. He swiftly pulls his shirt over his head and dips back down to kiss you. His tongue enters your mouth and tangles with yours as he carefully pushes you back onto the bed.

The cool metal of his hand leaves goose-bumps in its wake as it runs up your leg, sliding up under your shirt and stopping at the side of your hip. A low groan tumbles from Bucky’s throat as he realizes you’re only wearing the shirt. He gently squeezes your hip and the kiss deepens, transforming into a needy, animalistic frenzy of all tongue and teeth. Bucky painstakingly breaks away and pushes off the bed, moving to undo his pants. You quickly scramble over to him, moving his hands away from his waist, gazing up at him through your lashes as you undo his pants for him. Dragging them down his waist, you nearly drool at the sight of his hard erection pressing against his restraining briefs. You wet your lips as you pull those down, too, heat pooling between your legs as you fantasize about what you want to do with him. His hard cock springs free and you take him into your hand, slowly rubbing his precum over his tip.

Bucky bites his lip to suppress a delectable moan that rumbles through his chest. The tip of your tongue lightly teases his head, leaving sweet kitten licks up and down his shaft. His metal hand snakes through your hair, lightly holding your head in place near his tip as your lips wrap around it. Slowly, you bob your head, gradually taking in more of him each time.

“O-Oh, fuck, doll,” Bucky grunts above you. He gently pulls your head back and cups your face, bringing it up to his. You promptly kiss his jaw, lightly dragging your tongue down his neck and nipping at the sensitive skin. Bucky’s hands travel down your sides, stopping to grip the hem of your shirt. You pull away from him so he can drag the fabric up your body.

“You’re gorgeous, Y/N,” he mutters longingly. His flesh hand gently pushes you back down onto the bed and he climbs over you, hovering only a few inches above. His soft lips pepper wet kisses down your neck as he gently sucks and nips at your skin, leaving light marks of his intentions. The cool metal of his hand sends tingles through your skin as it slides up your chest to your breast, lightly pinching and toying with your sensitive nipple. More heat pools in between your legs as your body begs for attention. His warm mouth captures the other one, causing you to moan in pleasure as your back arches off the bed, one of your hands tangling into his hair while the other grips the sheets. A quiet whimper bubbles from your lips as he pulls away, the loss of contact making you insanely desperate for more.

Bucky’s flesh hand travels down your body, one of his rough fingers dipping into your folds and toying with your clit.

“So wet, doll,” Bucky mutters above your breathless moans. “Is this all for me?”

You nod in response through hooded eyes and watch as Bucky takes his hand away and sucks your arousal off his finger.

“Sweet like candy,” he hums with a devilish smile. He moves back up your body to kiss you, the taste of you on his tongue driving you crazy with desire. Your hands explore his shoulders and back as Bucky positions himself over you again, brushing the tip of his hard cock over your wet folds. His eyes meet with yours while he waits for your approval. You nod and run a hand through his hair, stopping to cup his face.

Bucky pushes into you, both of your euphoric groans filling the air around you. He pauses, gripping the headboard with one hand and your hips with the other, suppressing another groan as he waits for you to adjust to his large, overwhelming size.

“M-Move, Buck,” you shakily pant. Bucky nods and dips his head into the crook of your neck as he pulls out and slams back into you. The sheer force of his thrusts sends stars dancing across your vision. Your grip tightens in his hair as you urge him on to go even faster.

“F-Fuck, darlin,” he growls against your skin, his warm lips brushing against your shoulder as he continues to pound into you. The coil in your stomach tightens as he whispers more praises into your ear. “You’re so fuckin’ tight.”

Your walls flutter and clench around him as you near your climax, the heat and tightness in your stomach threatening to burst. Bucky releases an animalistic groan and his cock twitches inside of you, his grip tightening on the headboard above you.

“‘M cl-close, Bucky,” you breathlessly manage.

“Come for me, baby girl,” Bucky moans against your ear, his pace quickening as he chases after his own release. After a few more thrusts, your orgasm hits you like a roaring wave and your cries of desire cut through the air. Bucky reaches his own climax a few moments later, his hot seed coating your walls as he works you both through your orgasms. As you come down from your highs, Bucky collapses next to you, nearly gasping for air.

“I’m sorry if I was an asshole earlier,” he sighs. You prop yourself up on your elbow and looks at him.

“What do you mean? It was my fault for being so weird.”

“It’s just that…I like you, Y/N,” he lazily drapes an arm over your waist. “Sometimes I’m just bad at expressing my feelings.”

“You could’ve said something earlier,” you giggle, pressing a light kiss to his lips. “I would love to date you, Bucky Barnes.”

A huge, brilliant smile bursts across his face as he attacks your face and neck with kisses.

“Are you up for a round two?” He cocks an eyebrow, a smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth as he pulls back from your neck.

“Always,” you smirk back. “But this time -” You swiftly move to straddle him. “I’m in charge.”

[brvdges]

cat got your tongue? | sam wilson

Title: Cat Got Your Tongue?

Pairing: Sam Wilson x Reader

Summary: Sam learns of Y/N's interest in cats...

Warnings: None.

Word Count: 426

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Your small gray cat stepped into your lap as you relaxed post mission, it's little paws hitting the blanket you had wrapped yourself in. "Hey, cutie." You mumbled, absentmindedly stroking its head, "How was your day?"

Your own day had been long and absolutely tiring. It started with helping Steve train a recruit before you got called on an impromptu mission that almost ended with bullet holes in your arm. Last minute defensive reflexes kicked in and pulled you out the way.

"I hope it was better than mine." You continue, snuggling up to your cat. "So I had my suspicions after those googly eyes you made at Natasha today, but I take it you're into cats?" A voice says.

You turn and see Sam in the doorway, seemingly amused at the sight of you and your furry friend, Heaven. "That a problem, Wilson?"

Sam steps into the room shaking his head, a grin on his face, "Nah -- not at all." He sits down across from you as you resume running your hand across Heaven's fur.

"Good because then we'd have to fight." You say jokingly as she rubs her head against your hand. A light chuckle escapes Sam at your comment, "That's cute, you think you could take me on in a fight."

"I could and I would." You respond, mischief dancing in your eyes as you look up at him. He only chuckles once more.

"You a dog man?" A grin matching his own makes its way onto your face as he shakes his head vigorously, "No! I'm only a cat man. Nothing more, nothing less."

You chuckle as Heaven escapes from your lap to walk in the direction of your room. You watch her small frame until its gone when Sam speaks again, "So I guess that means I don't have a chance then?" He asks, throwing you off guard.

"Huh?" You turn back to face him, "You're into cats, right? So I take it that I don't have a chance?" He repeats making you smirk. You get up to follow Heaven, stopping behind him as you do. Your lips get very close to his ear as you whisper, "Now, who said I didn't like dogs too?"

Walking towards the door, you pause briefly to look at him. He's processing what you had just said and the thought of him actually having a chance with you. A small smile makes its way onto his face, but he's still at a loss for words. "What's wrong, Wilson?" You smirk, "Cat got your tongue?"

[lumifuer]

Something’s Amiss

Pairings: Donald Pierce x Reader Words: 1,571 Warnings: Angst, swearing, bit of self-hatred Request: @vanessabarnes : hey <3 Can I request # 6 #7 & 10 with D. Pierce?;) Maybe, The reader works for Transigen being a mutant (they know) 'cause she does not like to be at all, but sometimes she just feels bad for that, start crying & Pierce find her or something;3 Summary: Reader is a mutant and works for the Transigen. When the pressure and guilt become too much there’s only one person who’s able to lift her spirits.  A/N: Thank you for the request and I hope you will like it! 

[Donald Pierce + “I won’t tell anyone you were crying”                              “I just don’t want to see you get hurt”                               “Don’t look at me like that“]

I was hunched over medical records, trying to ignore a splitting headache that was successfully putting me off stride. 

I was assigned to a new group of mutant youngsters which was equivalent to a lot of extra paperwork and detailed information to ingest. I had to go through the whole medical history to learn their weak and strong points. My boss was very keen on keeping his possession out of harm's way, after all, the investment wouldn't pay off itself. It wasn't my place to complain. Nobody forced to me seek job inside their walls. On the contrary, Rice couldn't believe that a mutant was willing to help him with his experiments and I couldn't blame him, he might have had some flaws but at least he knew what side he stood on and was keeping it that way. A single knock followed by the sound of opening doors broke my reverie. I didn't have to look up from the documents to know who let himself in so nonchalantly.

"I don't even know why you bother," I said, my eyes were fixed on the records even though I couldn't read the words anymore. My vision became blurry and it was impossible to distinguish one letter from another.   "I wasn't raised in a barn, you know," Donald replied and stepped closer to the desk, placing both of his hands on the wooden desktop, "Busy?"

"As you can surely notice," I sighed and glanced at him. As usual, he was wearing this smug smirk of his. But something felt a bit off, he looked tense and somewhat anxious. I'd never thought he was capable of putting on an act or at least I'd never seen him wanting to hide anything,"Is everything okay?"

"Yeah," he replied, picking up one of the envelopes. He opened it and scanned the piece of paper with no real concern, "Rice wants to see you in the office in half an hour."

"I know, we scheduled the tests yesterday. You didn't have to trouble yourself." I didn't have to read his thoughts to know there was something more. He had it on the tip of the tongue but for some reason refused to share it with me. And I was in no mood to psychoanalyse him, "If that's everything you wanted then I would love to get back to work, I have to finish it before the meeting." He didn't move or offer any kind of response. If I hadn't known better, I could assume he didn't hear me but I could feel him staring at me and the atmosphere in the room was getting thicker with every passing second. I fought off the urge to roll my eyes and peered back at him trying to get him to speak. Apparently, it wasn't enough since he was still standing in front of the table not uttering a single word, looking everywhere but at me. Whatever it was, if it was able to stress Pierce out, it must have been a nightmare for the rest of us. I stood up and came up to him so that we were standing inches apart from each other. He took a deep breath and gave up on his fake smile. "Truth is, I just wanted to check on you," he confessed. "Did I give you any reason for that?" I folded arms on my chest, beginning to feel more and more threatened. I tried to remember if I had fucked something up in the last few weeks but my mind was blank suggestion-wise. The heart was pounding in my chest as I was trying to guess what was the real reason for him to be in my office. "You did actually," he said. He didn't look angry, disappointed or irritated. The only emotion I could read on his face was a concern, "Look, I know you don't want to discuss it but it pains me to see you on edge every time we have to work with those kids." I felt a sharp sting as my nails pinched into my skin deep enough to leave red marks on its surface. I was doing everything within my power to keep my emotions on a leash and not let my coworkers see how exhaustive it was for me. And he dared to show up in my office with an intention to destroy all my efforts. "Look away then, it's that simple," I spat out, smiling bitterly. He didn't even flinch. I knew that my reaction would only assure him that I'm not as fine as I claim to be. To be completely honest, guilt, pressure and anxiety were piling up in my mind for a while now and it became too much of a burden to function properly. I was constantly on the edge of mental breakdown. Being a mutant and working for Transigen wasn't very popular and it definitely had an impact on my mental condition. My mind was telling me that I could do more good for my kind while working for the company. Someone could think that I was there to steal their intel or sabotage their work but truth be told, I was trying my best to prevent a massacre within the compound. But then I also felt deeply conflicted. I was a mutant myself and even if I felt nothing but hatred towards my so-called gift and how it was affecting my life, my gut was telling me that I should stay side by side with those like me. Disobeying felt like a treachery. Sensing that I was on the verge of tears, I tried to turn away and leave the room, but Donald wouldn't let me. He took my hands into his own and squeezed them in a reassuring way before I had the chance to pull away. My lips began to tremble and even though I was trying my best not to cry in front of him, a lone tear involuntarily traced down my cheek. Don immediately reached out and wiped it off with his thumb. I wanted to push him away, I really did. But at the same time, I needed as much comfort as I could get and he was the only one offering it. I gave into his touch and he pulled me closer, locking in a tight embrace. "I just don't want to see you get hurt," he whispered, brushing my hair with his fingers. "I thought I could handle it," I replied, my voice cracking with emotion, "I still want to work here and help. But my conscience is tearing me apart." I took a step back and looked at his face, trying to decide whether he was taking it seriously. His mouth formed a faint grimace and his eyes made it obvious that he cared more than he probably wished he had. "You know, you don't have to take a side. I could arrange something, help you leave this place and let you live a normal life. At least as normal as it gets." "No," I shook my head, trying to think of proper words to use. My mutation was much more needed here. I could manipulate emotions, force someone to calm down or infuriate them with a snap of my fingers, without putting any reason in their head. That's why Rice was using me during his tests when he realised that the kids he'd created couldn't be contained by regular means, it was already too late to change it. I was trying to protect them from potential harm coming from his soldiers,"I might not be the biggest fan of myself or my powers but those kids need me, I owe them that much." He nodded and a slight smirk appeared on his lips. This time it was sincere. "We should work on the not liking yourself part." "Maybe after the meeting," I said, trying to get rid of the wet stains with a sleeve of my blouse. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes for a short while. I had to collect my thoughts. Controlling other people emotions was so simple and yet I still couldn't command my own. When I opened my eyes I felt much better. I was thankful that Pierce stopped by when he did but seeing this amused look in his eyes I knew he was giving himself even too much credit. "Don't look at me like that," I scolded him, but it didn't sound too intimidating, "and Don, can you not-" "I won't tell anyone you were crying," he pressed his hand to his heart and raised the other one as if he was making an official promise. I chuckled at his pretended solemn expression and I knew it must have been his goal because he threw his arm over my shoulder and his muscles finally relaxed. "Let's get it done and then we'll have a moment to ourselves, what do you think?" I agreed with a single nod. I would never admit it to his face but I was scared it was the day that I would finally break down but with his reassuring touch, the world didn't feel so hostile anymore.

Thank you for reading and as always - comments are greatly appreciated! 

[wildcard47]

I just binged all your Terror fics and I lovelovelove the aweome mirroring of Sophia catching Francis going down on James in one and James catching him going down on Sophia in another and I'm just imaining some point later where francis gets to be the one to watch to complete the trilogy.

Okay, I forgot this was an ask and not a kinkmeme prompt, so I just spent like fifteen minutes in dreamwidth, all, “but where IS it???” 😂Anyway, hope you enjoy this threeway in three ways! I got experimental.

larking (R, 2648 words)james

If Francis went to town for more than a day or two at a time, James and Sophia often found themselves rather at loose ends. For so long, the majority of their energies had been diverted towards drawing Francis into some game or another. Thus, when it was time for diversions to end and the practicalities of the house to begin, neither she nor he enjoyed settling down to such responsibilities. James disliked it because he – by his own admission – lacked the patience and sense to do it half as well as Francis, whilst Sophia had been tasked with the administration of a house for many years while living with her aunt, and had merely tired of the role.

And so it was that one summer day, as they were reviewing the household budget for the next few months, Sophia put her pencil aside and turned to James, her mouth a moue of excitement and her eyes flashing bright. “James, I would not object to a round or two of larking, if you are so inclined.”

He glanced over, intrigued. “Rather oblique for such a common request, my dear.”

“Oh! So you are amenable. Then I should like to sit on your face.”

Although James could not have been accused of heedlessness in his past dalliances with ladies, he found that today, and with this particular lady, refusing such a striking picture was quite beyond him.

“Ah. Well, yes. Let’s––” distractedly, he extended his hand to her, as gallant as if they were preparing to sweep out onto the dance floor. “Lead the way.”

“On the sofa.” She took his hand, and rose from her seat. Although her additional bulk made walking rather slow, she was as graceful as a ballerina as she swept her housecoat from her shoulders and discarded it into the floor. “Lie on your back. I shall kneel over you.”

James made quick work of her laces and stays, so she was bared nearly entirely to his eyes, save for her breeches. “Wherever my lady commands.”

“Your lady is rather ungainly as of late.” With a smirk, Sophia gestured to the taut slope of her stomach, now as round as a ripe melon. “And she is currently being kicked in the ribs by an unfeeling tenant, so she has ample need for relaxation.”

James began to roll up his shirtsleeves. “That can be arranged.”

Sophia merely laughed. “You would not believe how distempered I have been without.”

He sat down onto the sofa and promptly lay backwards; slowly, she kicked a leg over his chest, leaving the other foot planted on the floor.

James raised an eyebrow at her assertion as she walked, in a rather bow-legged fashion, up to the level of his neck. “I do live here, you know.”

“You do.”

“And I understand how much Francis worries,” he added, as she guided herself into position above his head, now a bit unsteady, given that her belly hid his face from view. “About all of it.”

Sophia let out a snort. “Well, we cannot help that. The man would worry e’en on the golden streets of Heaven.”

James’s eyes had fixed on a loose thread on one of the cushions, but the conjured image made him laugh again, and turn his attention back to the task at hand. As Sophia reached down to loosen her bloomers, James stayed her hand. His thumb swept up and across the slight divot in her wrist, where her heart hammered in time with his.

“Allow me to lead now,” he murmured, which coaxed a soft laugh out of her, and caused her to relax. “I assure you, I am every inch the gentleman.”

“Country gentleman, perhaps,” she countered, but he was already palming her beautiful backside in both hands, fingers sliding beneath pale ruffles and worn cotton to tease her most secret places. When his thumb brushed fully along her little button, she squeaked, and her hand dug into his shoulder as she whispered, “Oh, god.”

He hummed in pleasure and increased his ministrations, chasing after her with his mouth and tongue, one hand blindly teasing at her belly and the other occupied between her legs.

Normally, James could draw her out at their leisure, and build such excitement to a calculated frenzy at the most opportune moments. But on this afternoon, when the air was humid with desire and her shaking thighs were pressed insistently against his face and her free hand kept tightening around his forearm, he knew she would not last. Her happy moans and sighs soon became loud and full-throated.

“Jesus Christ, James, ‘m going to – I’ll – oh!”

The last exclamation pitched as high as a gleeful scream. His fingers got slicker and his cock jumped noticeably in his trousers, but James was heedless now; he was going to make her swear the way Francis did when he was too far gone, hear all those sinful words drip from her lips and hoard them in the night like molten jewels.

“Fuck,” whispered Sophia, as James’s fingers curled forward, hitting the spot that could bring her incredible pleasure. “Fuck, James, God almighty, I – I – oh, don’t stop.”

He sucked that little button into his mouth, now, timing the delicate movement with each gentle thrust of his fingers till her hips bucked above him, and a deep gasp tore from her throat.

“Harder.”

James could hardly think through the haze in his head, but he obeyed her command. His cock pulsed in desperation against the seam of his trousers, though he could not touch it, and Sophia was panting and rutting against his mouth and –

“Watch him,” she was groaning now, voice strung out and pitchy, “ah! Watch – goddamn, oh, Francis, look how much we need it, don’t stop watching, don’t – hm – James!”

Groaning, he worked her through the second one, till she pulled away and stumbled backwards. His own need now became too much to bear, and he choked out a desperate noise as she perched across his waist. “Oh, god, Sophia. Please.”

“I would have Francis see you this way,” she whispered, caressing his slick jaw and mouth with the pad of her thumb as she ground down against him. James moaned at the thought of it, nearly going over the edge as she kept talking. “You look so beautiful, so – can you not tell how much he enjoyed it?”

Whipping his head right, James met Francis’s blown-wide gaze. The shiver tripped up his spine and lodged somewhere in his throat as he came.

##

sophia

It was always so dreadful when Francis was gone for more than a day or two at a time, Sophia thought as she put down her pen. Not because she and James were not well matched in their own right – they got on quite well, really – but because Francis’s absence left the poor man so forlorn. Given everything, it was difficult for him to go more than a few days without seeing Francis. He was not used to the waiting.

Between the quickening of the creature in her belly, who seemed to believe he was in some sort of regimental march upon her innards, and the plaintively despondent expression on James’s face, something had to be done.

So she caught James’s eye with a smile, hoping to entice him by catching him off guard. “I should like to sit on your face.”

He went very still, face twitching slightly, and then got to his feet. His mouth had fallen open. “Ah. Well, yes. Let’s––lead the way.”

As they got into position, she could not help musing aloud. It had been several weeks since the three of them had enjoyed any intimacies together, not least because she had been sicking up at the slightest provocation. Francis worried about her condition, too; she suspected that was why he had not initiated any of their usual games, and perhaps why he had jumped at the chance to go to London.

“I understand how much Francis worries,” James said now, as she slowly guided herself down.

Which explained why James had held back, also. Sophia just snorted. She was not fragile as all that. “The man would worry e’en on the golden streets of Heaven.”

Despite the ache in her lower back and breasts, it took no time at all for her to be swept away by e’en the slightest touch. James seemed equally affected by her ardor, and was soon caressing her the way she had so craved.

“Jesus Christ, James,” she hissed, marveling at how she had even begun to sound like Francis at times even as James’s sure mouth and fingers sent a shock through her entire body. “Oh!”

She had screamed, she was reasonably sure, but nothing else mattered save chasing the building pleasure between her legs––except for the moment she raised her head, still clutching the arm of the sofa in both hands, and saw Francis in the open doorway.

The wave that pulsed through her body threatened to topple her, and so she tightened her grip on the sofa, rasping, “Harder.”

Francis mouthed the word with her, perhaps without even knowing it; his face flushed red and his hand drifted to his trousers and Sophia wanted him to see every bit of this, go over the edge with them after so many weeks without. She was not sure if Francis had ever seen James in this particular position by day; the sight clearly affected him, though he might not admit it aloud.

Thus, she would say it. “Watch him.”

Watch us. How much we have missed you.

Francis wasted no time. His eyes went soft and unfocused as he touched himself through his trousers, sharp eyes roving over every inch of her body, her skin singing as he lingered on each feature. Below her, James was groaning and panting and using his tongue to full effect––oh!

“Goddamn,” she hissed, knowing how much the boys loved hearing her swear; Francis particularly. “Look how much we need it, Francis, don’t stop watching––don’t––James!”

Every muscle in her body contracted at once, she arched her back as the crescendo of delight swept her away. When it was over, and she had some semblance of control again, she quickly moved down James’s body. Poor man was shaking, now.

“Oh, god,” he whispered, as Sophia traced over his mouth and chin with the pad of her thumb. “Sophia.”

“I would have Francis see you like this,” she said, grinding down against him. James made a strangled noise in the back of his throat. “He would delight in that––you look so beautiful––can you not tell how much he enjoys it?”

She tipped her head left, indicating James should follow her gaze; when he saw Francis leaning against his favorite chair with one hand on his cock, eager and ready, James shuddered apart beneath her, with Francis following close behind.

##

francis

Exiting the carriage in the heat of the spring afternoon, Francis sighed and stretched. He was always glad to leave London, but never more so than after spending several days away.

“D’you need a hand up to the door?” asked the porter, who seemed ready to jump down at a second’s notice.

Instead of taking him up on this rather practical offer, Francis bristled, and got down to one knee to pick up his overnight case, which had already been unloaded. “Not necessary, thank you.”

“Oh, all right, then,” huffed the porter, and the carriage drove off, Francis glaring after it till it was barely a speck of dust on the main road.

Glaring at his overnight case, which he had still not picked up thanks to the now-obvious ache in his lower back, Francis took a deep breath, stood to his full height very carefully, and walked the remaining quarter-mile or so up the drive, intending to fling open the door, walk into the sitting room, and demand someone younger and prettier (James) should fetch this article for him. The perfect jape. Sophia would giggle, James would grin, they would kiss him hello, and he would be able to rest and be at his leisure as soon as possible.

This plan went awry by the time he reached the front door, when a little scream echoed through the air, and all went silent.

Forgetting his intended jape, Francis tore off his coat and rushed through the house, and he did not stop until he burst into the sitting room, where – where –

“Harder,” gasped Sophia, as her febrile eyes locked to his. She was half-naked and dewy with pleasure, canting against James’s jaw in the most perfect rhythm as he sucked and licked and thrust his fingers into her – James, who was groaning and sweating and hard as iron in his expensive trousers, twitching visibly against the fabric as Sophia babbled.

“Watch,” she huffed, holding Francis’s shocked gaze with heavy-lidded eyes, her half-bare body a riot of color, blooming pink and red and peach. “Ah, goddamn! Oh, Francis, look how much we need it, need you, don’stop watching him – don’t – hm –” he could see the visible shudder pass through her body just as she pitched forward and stiffened, shrieking, “James!”

Fucking hell.

Francis forgot about the soreness in his lower back, and the earlier shock at hearing Sophia scream; he reached between his legs as if in a fever dream and stroked himself through his linens, pulling and rubbing and tugging until he felt the familiar jerk behind his navel. Almost there.

Poor James had yet to reach his end, and so Sophia carefully dismounted and made her way back down his body, till the bottom of her swollen belly brushed the tip of his straining cock.

“Oh, god, Sophia.” James squirmed and thrust up, his face contorted in ecstatic agony. “Please.”

“I would have Francis watch you next,” she whispered, cupping James’s face in one hand. “You look so beautiful – so – can you not see how much he enjoys it?”

Gasping, James’s eyes flew to Francis’s; the second he saw him, he bucked up hard, hands digging into Sophia’s bloomers as she gently rocked back and forth atop him.

Francis’s climax overtook him like a freight train. By the time he came back to himself, he was laughing, soft and raw and helpless, now slumped in a sitting position on the ground.

Meanwhile, Sophia got up, stretched, and promptly sat down again on the arm of the sofa, grinning at the two of them as if she were the proudest woman in the world.

Francis just shook his head, still laughing. “Almost let the porter bring my case up to the door.”

“Oh. Well.” James let out a breathy giggle, swiped at his face with the top of his sleeve. “He’d’ve had questions, then.”

“Yes, he bloody well would have done.” Francis fixed his trousers, got up from the floor, and winced as his back twinged anew. But he held out his arms to Sophia all the same as he crossed over, so she could kiss him. “As do I. Hello.”

Releasing Sophia, who patted his chest with a hand, then tottered off to the head with a satisfied noise, Francis went to James’s side, and raised the back of James’s hand to his mouth for a kiss. “And hello to you, too.”

“‘Lo. ‘M sleepy,” sighed James.

“You can nap better in bed,” Francis told his Second sternly. “As can you.” He turned a pretend glare on Sophia, who just smirked as she peeked back through the doorway. “Seems we all need our rest, hm?”

“Mmm hm.” Fitzjames was dozing already.

Francis prodded him with the toe of one boot. “Come on. Up you get. I didn’t spend six days in London to be left alone by a layabout.”

“Come to bed, James,” Sophia added.

Dazed and content, they retired to the bedroom.

[this-ginger-has-no-soul]

Morning dances

(A/N): ehhh, I actually like this one 

Request:Hey! I love your writing and wanted to ask if you could do a gender neutral reader x Natasha? I was thinking something related to slow dancing while talking about something and just being fluffy and great

Warnings: slight suggestive themes

  Nat and (Y/N) slid around on the kitchen tile effortlessly (fuzzy socks made for great ice skating), some soft, cheesy romance song played in the background. The two were as close as can be, chests pressed together, hands clasped tightly, forehead touching. The smell of unfinished breakfast hung in the air; coffee, eggs, and bacon. 

  Nat had meandered into the kitchen while (Y/N) was cooking and she could feel her heart stop. It was domestic, so much that it made her want to puke, but she loved it too. She loved being able to walk into her kitchen and see her spouse making her food, even if she had told them a million times not too. She loved the fact that she could walk up behind (Y/N), wrap her arms around their waist, and pepper their bare shoulder in kisses. She loved how she could kiss (Y/n) with no repercussions, or how she could damn well please dance with (Y/N) in her kitchen at six in the morning if she felt like it. 

  Nat smiles as (Y/N) softly hums along to the song, their own wide smile upon their face. "You're adorable," Nat whispers, her lips brushing against (Y/N)'s with every word she spoke.

   "So are you," (Y/N) smirks a bit as Nat sighs shakily, her lips almost touching theirs but not quite. "You know our food is probably soggy by now-"

  "I don't care," Nat whispers, shaking her head. "I'll help you make some more," (Y/N) chuckles softly as they pull Nat impossibly closer, so much that there was no space left between the two.

  "I love you," (Y/N) whispers against Nat's mouth, making the redhead gasp softly (she'd always been a sucker for barely there kisses). 

  "I love you too," Nat whispers back, her voice quivering softly as she spoke. (Y/N) smiles as they finally connect their lips to Nats, much to the woman's appreciation. 

  Nat hums (it was more like a whine than anything else) against (Y/N)'s lips, her dancing stalling for only a moment but Nat quickly picked the rhythm back up, slowly swaying along with (Y/N) as they kissed.

   "Love you so much," (Y/N) whispers against her lips, sending a wave of need and belonging throughout Nat. "Love you so much Nat,"

   "I love you too (Y/N)," Nat whispers back, her lips barely moving from (Y/N)'s to state the words.

   (Y/N) smiles as they continue to kiss Nat, a slow, soft, loving kiss that had Nat's knees weak and yet they still kept dancing, the danced to every known love song in the book and even after that they continued their dance party. (Y/N) and Nat would take turns humming or singing songs which made the moment even more sentimental. 

  The two swayed about the kitchen for what felt like hours, talking, singing, dancing. They danced for so long that by the time they finished it was well past the time for breakfast, guess there was no need for Nat to help (Y/N) Cook after all.

  "How about a late brunch, I'll make some hash browns to make it extra special, yeah?" (Y/N) smiles and nods as they peck Nat's lips, savoring her sweet taste while it lasted.

  "(Y/N), if you don't let go of me then were never going to eat-" 

  "I could eat you?" Nat laughs as she pushes (Y/N) away, wrinkling her nose in disgust.

   "That's gross," (Y/N) hums as they pull Nat back, wrapping their arms around the woman's waist. 

  "That's not what you were saying last night," Nat blushes profusely, her cheeks nearly as red as her hair. 

  "This was supposed to be a romantic day, remember?" (Y/N) hums as they nod, smiling just a bit. 

  "If you think about it it still is,"

  "Not when you make sex jokes-"

  "okay, so cutting back on the sex jokes, got it." (Y/N) beamed at Nat as they slowly began to sway again, making Nat chuckle softly. "Come on, I wanna dance," Nat turns around in (Y/N)'s arms, immediately wrapping her arms around their neck.

   "How could I say no to that face?" Nat chuckles as she presses a kiss to their nose, causing them to scrunch it up in the cutest way. Nat smiles as she rests her forehead against (Y/N)'s once again, sighing contently as she does. "I love you so much," Nat whispers. "Even if you do spoil breakfast by talking about my vagina," (Y/N) laughs, a loud, hearty sound that made Nat's heart beat faster.

   "Best breakfast there is," (Y/N) winks at Nat, making her laugh loudly. And so for the rest of "breakfast" the two danced and gently kissed each other, they laughed and joked, and the two were falling deeper in love with each other as the morning stretched on.

[notnaturalanahi]

Friday, I’m in love... with your writing! (Week 3)

Wow, 3rd week in a row!!

PREVIOUS WEEKS 

My first crush of the week, is this gorgeous lady. She’s an unbelievably wonderful writer, that often complains about being a bit wordy. And I have to say, she’s not only wordy, not a complain, but also worthy of our devout admiration!

Now I want you to go to @kayteonline‘s blog and follow her immediately, if you aren’t already.

Her entire MASTERLIST is fascinating but I’m here only to present you 3 of my favorite stories. 

No Babies in Baby! - To Be Alone With You *Smut*

A two parts miniseries (over 13k words length. Wordy, yes, but sooooo worthy!) Dean x Y/N become parents, and although parenthood can be a bed of roses sometimes, it also brings A LOT of sexual frustrations along the way and it’s captured perfectly in this amazing story.

A Hairy Situation

So not what I had in mind when I read the title. Super fluffy, Sam x Reader (College AU? not sure). 

Last but not least Bela Donna series (In progress)

Sinfull Nightmare - Born To Be Wild- Million Dollar Man *Mild Smut - masturbation*

Dean meets you in a dream, and can’t get you out off his head ever since. What would happen when he sees you in real life? Also, Bela Talbot, that’s a warning because I know she’s gonna ruin everything. 

So, there you go, just 3. But can always go check her full MASTERLIST if you go follow @kayteonline 

For my second crush of the week I’m gonna intruduce you all to Laura, aka @just-another-busy-fangirl I haven’t really talk that much to her, but I can tell she’s super sweet! 

This is the first series I read from hers, and I have to say you will probably die from the sexual tension between Y/N and Sam Winchester.

Neighbors (AU) The Apartment - Night Out, Or In?  -  Awkward *Mild smut - masturbation*

Moving in to a new apartment can be stressfull, so what would happen when you find out the wall you share with your new super hot neighbor it’s extemely thin... What is it with me and male masturbation lately?

Solstice 

Dean x Reader, Titanic inspired AU, I must say this one caught me by surprise, not the ending I was expecting, this was perfect in comprison with the one I had in my mind! 

Hunter 

Sam x Reader, phone sex, masturbation Again? I just can’t help myself, and sort of fluffy ending, leading to what I’m imaining will be the hottest sex of your life.

This girl has an incredible selection of a wide variety of ships as well of plenty of reader inserts for you to enjoy. You just need to click the follow box when you enter her blog @just-another-busy-fangirl and then accede to her MASTERLIST. 

The you have them, week 3 crushes. Remember to tag me in all of your SPN related works or if you feel like spreading the love, you can always recomend me some fellow writer so I can fall in love with them! Now go READ the works of these marvelous writers, and REMEMBER TO ALWAYS LEAVE FEEDBACK!!

Tagging a bunch of people below the cut because I really want this to become a thing.

@nadiandreu7 @winchesters-princess @loveitsallineed@whywhydoyouwantmetosaymyname@death2thevirgin @mogaruke @isis278@marygracewinchester@lbug1025 @deathtonormalcy56 @babypieandwhiskey @impala-dreamer@authoressskr@fangirl1802 @ria132love @pickles4mythighs @policeofficerdean  @donnaintx

@anokhi07 @leather-moccasin-hero @dancingalone21 @hunterintraining1967 @deansbaekaz2y5 @missmotherhen

@atc74 @helvonasche @plaidstiel-wormstache @itswitchcraft-not-googlemaps@avasmommy224@deals-with-demons @iwriteaboutdean @chelsea-winchester@chelsea072498 @sleep-silent-angel@roxy-davenport@imnoaingeal @dr-dean @wevegotworktodo @ruined-by-destiel @feelmyroarrrr@sinceriouslyamellpadalecki @just-another-busy-fangirl @just-a-touch-of-sass-and-fandoms @deanwinchesterforpromqueen@daughterofthebrowncoats@winchesterprincessbride @imagineteamfreewill @femmewinchester@wayward-mirage @jalove-wecallhimdean @jessiedangerous @chaos-and-the-calm67 @l8nitl0vr@like-a-bag-of-potatoes @iwantthedean @thorne93 @crowley-you-sinnamon-roll @smoothdogsgirl@supernaturallymarvellous @annoyingobsesivechick @samwinchesterondemonblood@rainbowpitofdoom @a-screaming-ghost @spnyoucantkeepmedown @plaid-lover-bay25@bulletscrossbowpie @tankcupcakes @bloodstained-porcelain-doll @you-are-not-in-my-contacts-list @littlefreakingfangirl @book-of-charlie @ohmygoshwirt @ruby-loves-supernatural@thewonderfulworldofwinchester @i-stare-sometimes 

If you wan’t on/off this list just say the word (This list was selected randomly from all of you that reblogged my PSA for Spn writers)

[riseupimagines]

Where’d You Sleep Last Night 1 (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Masterlist

Part 2

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Genre: Angst with a Happy Ending

Summary: You fell in love with your roommate Bucky Barnes, but your relationship-as roommates and friends- is complicated by a series of misunderstandings about your feelings for each other.

 You had done something really really stupid. As you stated at your too mate it dawned on you that you had done something really stupid that you had tried so hard not to do. You'd fallen in love with your roommate. A part of you had known you felt something for him but you never thought it'd come through. 

Bucky ran into the room, shirtless, still wearing pajama pants. There was a washcloth in his hand as though he hadn't finished washing his face. He leaped onto the couch and turned up the volume. 

"Buck I'm sure your tv show will be on later. Don't you wanna finish getting dressed?" You asked him. 

He didn't tear his eyes from the tv as he shook his head. 

"This isn't a tv show. This is the future. This is the Space X rocket launch. I set an alarm to tell me when it's on because I want to see this live. Come on Y/N. Come watch the future with me." He said.

You grinned at how adorably geeky he was. This guy who was a fierce and amazing fighter (the bulging muscles you could see from his lack of attire highlighted that) also happened to be a huge science nerd and he was really sweet and adorable-you stopped that train of thought as you recognized the warmth blossoming in your chest. Love. You were in love with-or had a crush on-Bucky Barnes. 

"Y/N?" Bucky asked. He turned to you, his hand reached out. You grabbed it and he pulled you onto the couch. You fell into a giggling heap right next to him, your body touching his. You felt sparks from the contact. You were drawn to him. Your body was drawn to his and you wanted to curl yourself against him, soak up his warmth. You resisted the urge but...how could you have ever thought you wouldn't fall in love with him?

It had been a month and you'd kept your feelings strictly under wraps. You didn't want to mess up your friendship or your living arrangements and you didn't want to get hurt. 

But even though you'd been hiding your feelings from Bucky, you couldn't hide them from Steve. 

You and Bucky were sitting on the couch watching your favorite show. Your legs were across his lap and you were leaning against his chest and it was so peaceful. 

                Then the lock clicked and the loud voices of a rowdy Steve Rogers and Sam Wilson flooded the apartment. 

                Steve came barreling into the room, a joke poised on his lips, but he stopped when he saw you two. His eyes widened, eyebrow quirked up. You snatched every part of your body away from Bucky and moved to the opposite side of the couch. You were so busy scrambling away you didn’t notice the hurt expression that flashed across Bucky’s face.

                “Am I interrupting something?” Steve asked with a smile. 

                “Nope. I guess not. It's nothing." Bucky said.

Steve noticed the stiffness in Bucky's voice. A tension filled the room. Sam stumbled into the room completely unaware.

"Steve. Remember why we came here?" He asked. 

"Yeah. Bucky we were gonna go out. You wanna come with us?" He asked. 

"Sounds fun. But I was hanging out with Y/N. I don't just wanna ditch her." He said. He scooted closer to you and picked up the remote. 

"That's alright. Y/N can come with us." Sam said, completely oblivious to the fact that Bucky was reluctant to go.

"Sounds like fun. Give me five minutes," you said. You hopped up from the couch and ran up to your room to change. 

*****

    Within an hour you were sitting at a table with Sam, Steve, and Bucky talking and laughing and enjoying yourself. Even Bucky had finally started to stop brooding. 

     "He's salty that I ruined his cuddle time." Steve joked. Bucky glared at him. You laughed. 

    "We weren't cuddling. We're just friends." You said. 

     Bucky got up and went over to the bar. You were about to follow him, but stopped when you heard Sam mention it.

     "Naw the Tiger's just hungry." Sam said. 

     You turned back around. Steve was giving Sam a death glare. 

     "1. Stop talking about him like that. The nickname doesn't even work. It sounds ridiculous. 2. Bucky isn't like that anymore." He said. 

     "What does that mean Sam?" You asked him. 

     "Bucky's a bit of a ladies' man but he hasn't been with a lot of ladies lately." Sam said. 

     "Ladies' man?" You parroted. There was another reason not to love him. Another reason you shouldn't love him. 

     Steve face palmed. 

     You turned to the bar. Buck was sitting there and a redhead approached him. She was smiling flirtatiously and leaning over in her low cut shirt. You didn't want to see anymore. 

     "Nice to know. I'm gonna turn in for the night." You said. You got up and left. As soon as you were out of earshot Steve turned on Sam.

     "Really Sam?! Did you not get the hints?" Steve asked him. 

    Sam shook his head. 

     "Dude what's wrong? I was just saying the truth." He said. 

     "You said unnecessary things about Bucky's past that can mess with his future." Steve said. 

     "How?" Sam asked, still confused. 

     "Bucky's not a player. At one point in his life he used sex as a coping mechanism and he had sex with girls who only wanted sex. Then he decided he wanted a real relationship. He's been looking for a real relationship. That's why he hasn't slept with anyone in so long." Steve explained. 

     "...and he wants Y/N?" Sam asked. 

     "He's been in love with her for a while now." Steve muttered. 

     At the bar Bucky turned the redhead away. He got his drink and walked back to the table. 

     "Where'd Y/N go?" He asked. 

     "Don't worry about it. Buck, do you love her?" Steve asked. 

     Bucky's eyes widened and his cheeks tinged red but he nodded. 

     "It's that obvious?" He asked. 

     Steve nodded. 

     "But I'm pretty sure she feels the same way." He said. 

     Bucky grinned. 

     "Really? You think so?" He asked. 

     Steve nodded. 

     "You should show her how you feel." Steve told him.

     "I will." Bucky responded. 

*****

     It had been a week and Bucky hadn't told you. He hadn't figured out how to. He couldn't muster up the words. So next he tried notes. All of them ended up in the waste basket. Then he tried flowers. But you thought he was just being nice. 

     Finally the opportunity presented itself and Bucky hadn't even planned it. You had called him into your room to show him a song you liked. 

     He stepped into your room and he was immersed in you. The room smelled like you and the posters on the wall were your favorite things and your music was in the air. You were dancing to the song. When he came in you grabbed him and pulled him into your dancing. 

     He smiled and joined you, in dancing to the rhythm. Then he gradually slowed down and pulled you closer to him. You didn't even notice until you were pressed against his chest and his lips were inches from yours. He dove in for a gentle kiss. 

     The warmth in your chest ignited into something more as his gentle lips worked against yours. You wanted more. You wanted to taste more of him and feel the warmth of his skin and be closer to him-suddenly you remembered why you couldn't be close to him. He didn't want to be close to you emotionally, only physically. And you wanted more than that. You wouldn't be just another one of the girls he played. 

     Bucky moaned into your mouth and tried to pull you closer to him. You dragged your lips from his. He opened his eyes and for a moment it seemed as though his eyes were filled with love as he looked at you. He leaned forward, chasing your lips for another kiss and you were so tempted...but you put your hands on your chest and pushed him away. 

     Bucky stumbled back, hurt flooding his face. 

     "Bucky-" you tried to explain or ask if he meant that kiss. But you didn't get the chance. 

 Part 2 

[marvels-writings]

Back & Forth

(not my collage)

Maria Hill Masterlist

Summary: Being the adopted sister of Dr. Strange was hard enough. After his accident, you trained in the Mystic Arts with him but went back to your job as the medical manager at the Avengers Tower. Maria is left in charge of you. You drive each other crazy, but Maria isn’t sure if it’s a good thing.

Part 1 

Part 2 

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Part 5 

Part 6 

Part 7 in Progress