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suchababie · 2 years ago

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I have NEVER read something like this before and I FUCKEN LOVE THIS SHIT

─ 𝐖𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒

𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗩𝗘 𝗥𝗢𝗚𝗘𝗥𝗦 𝗫 𝗔𝗦𝗜𝗔𝗡!𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 — in which you and steve have a secret pornhub channel.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 — 18+ ONLY; MINORS DNI. pornography. all the smut; unprotected sex, size kink, cum kink, dirty talk, praise kink, little bit of degradation, exhibitionism.

꒰ ͜͡➸ 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐎𝐘𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘, 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆! 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒❜ 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 & 𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑! ♡

YOU WERE PRACTICALLY BUZZING with excitement and nervousness as you sat patiently on your and Steve’s shared bed.

Clad in only his crisp button up shirt, you watched him expertly arrange your film setup. The two of you had been planning this for months. It all started off as a fantasy. A kink that the two of you shared but knew you could not act on due to the circumstances of your jobs as Avengers. You had a standard to uphold and enemies lurking in every corner looking for the smallest speck of dirt on you to use as leverage. A sex tape wouldn’t exactly help your cause.

But one night, you and Steve revisited the topic and came up with a game plan.

Steve took one of Tony’s cameras. The billionaire techy wouldn’t notice one of his many possessions missing. Plus, its hard drive was impenetrable. There was no possible way anyone was going to get into it besides you two. Steve also managed to get a custom built Stark computer. Tony was thrilled his longtime friend was finally integrating himself into modern technology outside of work. When Steve asked him for brand recommendations, the Stark heir scoffed and without another word, began building the next piece of your plan. Just like everything Stark owned and made, your computer was the best of the best in terms of security. The Avengers’ wi-fi wasn’t exactly hackable either.

Once the logistics were worked out, you and Steve came up with some rules. You were only allowed to film at your residence on the Avengers Compound. This way there would be nothing identifiable in the background that could easily link people to your brownstone in Brooklyn. Obviously, your faces would not be showing. After pulling an all-nighter, the two of you managed to program Tony’s camera so that it automatically cropped your faces out of frame. Lastly – another obvious given – you would only go by aliases.

Nomad and Lilac.

They were simple and inconspicuous. Lilacs were your favorite flower. After the accords, Steve was a fugitive living the life of a nomad.

Once the camera was rolling, Steve turned to you with a ravenous expression.

“You ready, Lilac?”

You watched yourself getting bent in half and split open by Steve’s cock on the computer screen. The lewd sounds of flesh slapping against flesh and the squelch of your cunt blasted from the speakers. You sat perched on Steve’s lap, the two of you scrolling through the thousands of comments left on the first video posted on your channel. Thousands.

“Is this what Peter refers to as ‘breaking the internet?” Steve breathed, eyes wide with shock. “About a thousand people in less than 10 hours watched us fuck.”

“For once in my life, I have absolutely nothing to say.” You stuttered, shaking your head in disbelief.

The comment section was flooded with praise.

user1: look at that pretty little cunt

user2: she takes it like a champ

user3: that man is built like a god AND fucks like one too

user4: he’s basically breaking her and half and she’s just like 🥺 that’s love

user5: BRO IS SHE STILL ALIVE AFTER ALL THAT JFC

user6: he has the prettiest dick i’ve ever seen no homo

user7: kinda want them to top me??????

user8: i had to replay this video like 20 times bc i couldn’t decide who to look at that’s bi culture

user9: if my wife cheated on me with him i’d be jealous…of her

user10: this channel is going to be my new addiction i can feel it

It was amusing truly. Everyone was witnessing goody two shoes Steve Rogers, the golden boy, do things to one of the most loved Avengers in the world that would make the devil himself sweat bullets and didn’t even know it. You, always sitting pretty and prim without a single hair out of place, were splayed out and covered in spit and cum. A sight for the world to see, but only for the man you loved to know firsthand.

Steve’s embrace tightened as the video continued to play. His lips trailed your neck, covering every inch of exposed skin in kisses and love bites. He suckled the spot directly below your ear, prompting your eyes to slowly shut and your body to go lax against his. He slithered one hand up your body, gripping your face firmly and slipping his thumb in between your parted lips. Watching yourselves on screen was doing a number on him. He knew it would, hence why he went through with the channel with you, but actually seeing the fruit of his deepest fantasies was something else entirely.

“You like when strangers watch me fuck you?” Steve purred in your ear.

You nodded with a low whine, wrapping your hand around his wrist. Just like that, he had your entire body under his spell. Your back arched slightly, your bottom now flush against his groin. A growl so deep you felt the vibrations from his chest against your back rumbled from your lover.

“I would have never imagined myself doing something like this,” Steve confessed. “You make me fuckin’ crazy, sweetheart.”

No one would know. It was your dirty little secret.

AS TIME PASSED, you and Steve’s channel unexpectedly blew up. Lilac and The Nomad became an adult channel that seemingly everyone was talking about. Twitter and Reddit pages dedicated to reposting your content were being made left and right. Your messages were blowing – no pun intended – up with requests from viewers, some even asking for private shows in exchange for unreasonable sums of money. Every now and then, a couple of overzealous users would ask for in-person meet ups. Obviously, you and Steve paid the latter no mind. It was the praise and the thrill of sneaking around that the two of you chased after. It became addicting. The two of you simply could not stop.

That’s how you found yourself in your current circumstance.

Since recovering post-blip, Tony had insisted upon family nights at least once a week. Said night consisted of having dinner together and following it up with a movie marathon. They were nights of wholesomeness, which is why the feeling of Steve’s rough hands creeping past the band of your cotton shorts felt deliciously lude. With your back against his chest, his arms wound around your front, a blanket covering the both of you, and the rest of the Avengers’ attention focused on the screen, Steve could do whatever he wanted with you and no one would notice. You gripped his forearm tightly as a thick finger dipped into your wetness before sliding over your clit. He circled it in slowly, agonizingly. Your composure began to crumble crack by crack. Each time Scott turned to everyone to deliver some stupid commentary or Wanda asked for you to pass a snack to her, a piece of your sanity chipped away. By the time your baby hairs were stuck to your forehead with sweat and your limbs felt nonexistent, Steve’s hand retreated.

He brought his plump lips to your ear discreetly.

“Get the camera, go to the guest bathroom, and wait for me.”

Like a woman possessed, you got up without hesitating and began to make your way out of the family living room.

“Where do you think you’re going, Mrs. America? Sit down,” Tony snarked.

“Period. Not feeling good.” You excused, keeping the lie short and simple so no one would ask questions.

Tony’s nose wrinkled slightly before he nodded, dismissing you with a wave of a hand. From behind you, Pepper scolded him.

“You’re going to have to get better at that. You have a daughter.”

He sighed deeply.

“We’ll cross that bridge when we get there.”

Once you were out of earshot, you sprinted up to your and Steve’s room to retrieve the goods, then sprinted right back down to the guest bathroom. It didn’t take long for the love of your life to meet you at your rendezvous, his eyes wide and pupils dilated with anticipation. He made quick work of locking the door behind him before scooping you up into his arms and placing you on the granite counter. You giggled quietly as he practically tore off your shorts and panties, pushing his sweatpants down just enough to slide his cock out before taking the camera from you.

“They’re gonna love this,” Steve murmured, turning the device on and hitting record.

He angled the lens towards the treasure that laid in between your legs, gripping his member with one hand and slapping your cunt with it. Its sheer weight against your already stimulated pearl made you yelp. Steve shushed you quicky, letting go of his cock and letting his hips do the work. He continued to glide in between your wet folds, his now free hand sliding up your torso to push the hem of your oversized sweatshirt up. Once your bare breast were revealed to him, it didn’t take long until he was greedily massaging them in large palm. He allowed the camera to linger for a moment before returning it to its initial angle.

“Look at that,” He remarked lowly. “Already soaked me and I haven’t even been inside of you yet.”

Sure enough, his cock was glistening with your nectar. Your mouth watered, excited to see just how gorgeous it looked on camera.

“Think you can be quiet for me, pretty girl?”

You nodded eagerly, wiggling your hips needily. Steve let you play, chuckling darkly when his head caught your entrance, and he began to push into you. All of the oxygen was knocked out of you. No matter how many times you and Steve had sex, nothing could get you used to the first intrusion of his incredibly thick cock. Your inner thighs trembled as he bottomed inside of you, teeth sinking into your pillowy bottom lip as you suppressed a sharp gasp. Slowly, he withdrew his hips before roughly slamming back into you with a long, wanton moan.

“Fuck. You’re such a good girl letting me have you like this,” Steve praised, low grunts and growls reverberating from him as he increased his pace.

Everything was too much – from the pleasure your man was making you feel, the sounds he was making, how gorgeous he looked in the throes of passion, and the need to keep quiet. You felt like a ticking timebomb that could explode at any second.

And yet, things had just gotten started.

The two of you fucked like depraved animals, pouring every ounce of energy into your mutual pleasure. You wanted to badly to reach up and press your lips against his, but for the life of you could not get your brain to work, for your body was a slave for lust. Steve, however, could sense just what you needed. He placed the camera down, making sure it had a perfect shot of you both, before gathering you in his arms. He pressed his forehead against yours before devouring you’re his with his. He continued to fuck you without faltering, swallowing your whimpers and moans like a man starved.

“I fucking love you,” He huffed quietly just for you to hear, punctuating his words with vigorous thrusts. “I. Love. You. So. Much.”

“I love you,” You hummed, too cock drunk and fucked out. “’M gonna cum…so fucking hard.”

“Do it. While everyone out there worries about you because they think you don’t feel good when in reality, you’re too much of a cock slut and just couldn’t wait to get fucked. Do it.” Steve commanded, his own words shaky as he neared his release.

That was enough to push you over the edge. Unable to stop yourselves, you came with a vociferous sob, the tightening of your channel around his cock sending Steve over with an equally enthusiastic exultation. Rope after rope of cum coated your walls until eventually, it began to ooze out of you before Steve could even pull out. When he did, he had to hold himself back from ravishing you once more. The sight of your pussy, swollen from use, painted in his copious seed was one for sore eyes. He sure to get a generous amount of footage of the money shot, already anticipating the audience’s reactions before switching the camera off. You both recovered slumped in each other’s arms, the hulking blond’s face nuzzled sweetly against your bosom until you both deemed it appropriate to leave.

“I can’t go back out there.” You groaned, your head filling with every embarrassing scenario possible.

Steve chortled endearingly, carefully pulling your panties back up and the hem of your sweatshirt back down and over your bum. Putting your shorts back on was not even in question, you were far too sensitive for that.

“I got you, sugar,” He cooed, wrapping one arm under your bottom and scooping you into his embrace once more. You wrapped your arms and legs around him, dozing off as he walked the two of you to your room.

“Go ahead and upload. I’ll tell them that you don’t feel good and needed a nap, then I’ll be right up.” Steve promised as he gently laid you down on your shared bed.

You made yourself comfortable before reaching for Steve’s computer and doing your thing. You were unable to cease your lips from turning up into a devious smile as your nimble fingers danced across the keyboard.

“got fucked in the bathroom in the middle of family movie night”

After double checking everything, you hit upload and watched the views rise. The sensation Steve’s spent leaking out of your used hole as you read the comments your new home movie was already accruing caused heat to rise to your face. It was still a shock that you and America’s gold boy were living a double life as amateur pornstars.

user1: I thought the load nomad had in their first video was just a one off. Clearly this dude can nut like a fucking champ.

user2: this is so fucking hot especially when they were whispering to each other

user3: KJDHS that’s SO much cum???is that a condition or something???

user4: okay but that’s a nice ass bathroom are they making money off of these videos?

user5: idk if i wanna be nomad or lilac 😵‍💫

user6: i’m this 👌🏼 close to dedicating a fanpage to them

user7: not to be deep on fucking PORNHUB of all places but this is some real shit. you can feel the passion, love, and care they have for each other. this is the type of porn we should all be watching, none of that overproduced fake shit.

user7: this mf is built like captain america what the fuck do you eat nomad

The last comment made you laugh heartily, but also arose some concern. Was someone catching on? Worry filled the absence of lust. All it would take for the entirety of your lives to fall apart was for one person to put the pieces together. As much as you and Steve loved the rush, both of you were playing a dangerous game with your respective livelihoods.

But then you remembered Steve.

Steve and all he had sacrificed for the betterment of the world. Steve, the man who hadn’t even lived his life for himself and never once complained about it. Steve, who was finally being selfish and acting on his own desires rather than everyone else’s. Lilac and The Nomad was more than just an adult content channel. It was a symbol of the love of your life’s emancipation from social standards. The first step of him doing whatever the fuck he wanted, not what everyone else wanted. He deserved it. The two of you had taken every precaution to protect yourselves. No one would know. It was just a stupid joke.

“CHEERS!” EVERYONE CHIMED AS they clinked their glasses together.

“Congratulations, Cap!”

Sam beamed widely upon being called his new moniker for the first time. He placed an amicable arm around his predecessor.

“Thanks guys, and thank you for this opportunity, man.” He lauded.

“Literally, out with the old and in with the new.” Natasha sniggered, earning an eye roll from Steve.

“I can still fire you, Romanoff,” He countered.

The ember haired woman simply flipped him off before taking another swig of Russian vodka.

“On a real note, what are you going to do now?” Bruce inquired.

Steve shrugged, placing his beer bottle down casually.

“I don’t know. The only thing I could really think of was getting a place in Brooklyn, which we just did. I don’t have a plan for my next move and for once it feels…good.”

“Well,” Thor grunted. “You can start by finally getting drunk off of Asgardian liquor.”

Thor reached for a decanter behind him and the former captain a generous glass of the amber liquid.

“There you go! That’s my man! Drink up, spangles!” Tony encouraged.

“I’m not getting drunk,” Steve argued, causing everyone to boo loudly. “But…I’ll have this.”

He turned to you, his glass raised in his hand. His azure orbs were capacious, glimmering with hope. He wore a refreshed expression that you had never seen on him before as he smiled dazzlingly at you. It melted your heart to finally see him like this.

“To our new beginning.”

“Cheers.”

Everyone around you gagged playfully. You hushed them with a threatening hiss.

“I have so much dirt on you guys, I wouldn’t make a single sound if I were you.”

“…. Did that do something to you too?” Bucky teased.

“Hey, shut your fuckin’ mouth, punk!”

“OH! He curses now!”

The night persisted wonderfully. Sam was celebrated in the way he deserved to be. Sure, there was still a lot of work left to do in the world, but all of you were on a new life journey. And sure, new territory was scary, but it was also invigorating. To be able to rejoice together with the people you loved most was even more invigorating.

“Women do not watch porn!” Clint yelled. “That sounds fake!”

“Women probably watch more porn than men,” Natasha argued. “Better porn too. Not whatever you call those 5 minutes of pump and grunt.”

“I only watch women’s porn.” Laura added, her husband’s expression twisting into one of perplexion.

“You only what?”

“Speaking of porn,” Wanda giggled tipsily. “There’s this new couple that I’ve been watching and they’re—” She ended her sentence with the chef’s kiss gesture.

“Who?! I love that homemade shit!” Sam yelled from across the table.

“Their names are Nomad and Lilac on Pornhub,”

You and Steve tensed up, not moving a single centimeter for fear oF triggering something. What exactly was unknown. He gripped your hand reassuringly.

No one would find out.

“I wanna see.” Bucky chimed in, brows furrowed with curiosity.

Sam tittered mischievously, hopping to the living room to retrieve the television remote. You turned to your partner with a fearful expression. Steve shook his head discreetly, leaning in to peck your cheek soothingly.

“And that’s our que to call it a night.” He quickly stated, saving face successfully.

“He loves her so much he doesn’t even want to see another woman get railed.” Wanda cried to herself drunkenly. “That’s so sweet,”

“Good night, everyone,” You bid, swallowing the frog in your throat.

“Good night, you two. You know where your room is right?” Pepper questioned politely.

“We’re all good, Pep. Thank you for having us,” Steve thanked, wishing everyone one final farewell before rushing the both of you to one of the Stark guest rooms.

“Steven! They’re fucking watching us!” You panicked quietly.

“I believe the correct way to say that is ‘they’re watching us fuck’—”

“…Are you actually joking with me right now?”

“Sweetheart,” Steve uttered softly, cupping your face in his hands. “It’s okay. I promise. Thousands of people have watched us. This is no different. You and I did a pretty damn good job at covering our bases. If the world hasn’t figured it out, the people closest to us definitely won’t.”

Silence filled the room as you retired to the confines of your intrusive thoughts.

“We can stop if you’re worried. We’ll take everything down, crush up the camera and computer into pieces, toss them into a landmine, and act like nothing ever happened. I want you comfortable, honey.” Steve promised.

You shook your head.

“No, no. I’m sorry. I just got a little shocked. That’s all.” You rushed out.

“Don’t apologize. I got a little scared too. I mean, my heart dropped to my goddamn stomach. I haven’t felt that since Coney Island.”

His belly filled with butterflies when you laughed, all of your worries dissipating into thin air.

“But you know what else I felt?” He proposed, his soft tone taking on a huskier one.

You hummed in response, your heart skipping a beat at the shift in energy.

“Desire. Lust.” He pulled you towards him until your body was pressed against his, your lips barely brushing his. “I want to see their expressions while they watch us.”

It was like you were never worried in the first place when your back hit the mattress and Steve’s body covered yours.

“Let’s calm you down, pretty girl.”

From the living room, the Avengers played each Lilac and The Nomad video one after another. Wanda simply fangirled, loving that her suggestion was actually being enjoyed thoroughly by everyone. The video of you and Steve having a quickie in the bathroom was the best to play. It had become one of your most viewed videos, the reach far greater than you would have imagined.

“This one’s my favorite personally.” Laura critiqued casually as the video reached its halfway mark.

“In the middle of a family movie night, huh? Which one of you nasty shitheads has pulled one of those?” Sam accused, pointing a finger at each person.

“We would all know if someone did.”

“True. It would be obvious. Did anyone even leave last movie night?”

“Steve and Y/N did.”

No one spoke. Everyone went silent before glancing around at each other and then back up at the television screen.

“B-but, he said she was having…lady problems.” Scott stuttered, his expression growing more and more mortified as he began to connect the dots.

“That sweater does look familiar.” Bucky pointed out, gesturing to the display on the screen with a jerk of his head.

“I, uh, bought one just like that for her,” Natasha spoke under her breath. “It was a souvenir.”

“Steve Rogers wouldn’t do that stuff, guys! C’mon! That’s Captain America!” Scott blurted out in pure denial.

“Not anymore.” Tony rebutted. “That is a free man who can do whatever he pleases. As you can see—” He pointed to the TV animatedly.

“That’s definitely them. A couple months ago he asked me for computer recommendations, and I ended up building one for him. When has that man ever cared about computers?”

“Check the date of the video in the description.”

Unable to handle the anticipation, Bucky snatched the remote from a shocked Scott’s hand and scrolled down to the description. He scoffed with a smile of disbelief.

“Well, I’ll be damned. I didn’t think the little shit had it in him.”

“These are just coincidences, you guys! We have no confirmation whatsoever that it’s the—”

Something akin to a cry mixed with a moan from a couple doors away cut their words short. One that sounded exactly like the ones coming from the TV. Your teammates had all of the confirmation they need.

“Sooooo….how do we look them in the eye now?”

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ptolomia · 4 months ago

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Poison Either Way - Chapter 1

Summary: Ivory “Ivy” Demetrius, daughter of Demeter, member of the Avengers, and Bucky Barnes’ sworn enemy. Could a two week mission in Milan mend their relationship or will it open old wounds and tear them further?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Asian!OC/Reader

Series warnings: Canon Typical Violence, war, blood, gore, death.

Chapter warnings: Flashbacks, Angst, Bucky being cruel, Bucky calls Ivy a bitch, No beta we die like Loki.

A/N: The flashback is italicised to make the reading experience smoother. Message me to be added to the taglist! Happy Reading🫶

Fury had called, instructing me to pack my things for an international mission. Though begrudgingly, I prepared for the worst, packing as lightly as I could. I sighed when I realised how late it was. Rushing into my car I made sure to inform my friend, Allie I was dropping off my cat, Salem. Once she was taken care of I began speeding to the tower.

“There ‘ya are, Ivy,” Bucky’s accent pricked at my ears. As I slipped off the elevator. “What do you want, Barnes?” the words came out with more venom than I’d intended. “Nothin’ Fury told me to come find you, he’s ready to brief us.” he says lazily.

“Avengers, you’re tasked with infiltrating the bases of a new criminal organisation called INDIGO. Your goal is to confiscate their replicas of Dr. Banner’s Hulk serum, our inside sources dictate that they’re using the radiation to create mutants set to destroy SWORD. This will allow soldiers of Thanos onto earth. Your mission will span two weeks as you will cover 1 of 3 international bases each. Ivy, you will be paired with Barnes in Milan, Roger’s and Wilson will be going to California, While Romanov and Barton handle Russia. Is this clear?” Fury’s words left me appalled. Me, and Bucky? How am I meant to spend weeks in Italy with that him? I open my mouth to object but my mouth runs dry. With a raised eyebrow Nick turns and disappears into the shadows.

As I walk up the stairs of our jet I can’t help but remember how cheerful everyone else was. Natasha and Clint boarded their flight joking about their days in budapest while Sam and Steve walked side by side. It was bizarre, there I was sitting on a private jet, across from the only person on the team I despised. I would’ve been perfectly happy with anyone but him, and still. Fury stuck me with him in a misguided attempt to soften our relationship. He’s wrong, there is no “softening” my relationship with Bucky, not after what he said about me, not after he shattered my soul.

Hungary - 2018

My first international mission, I was paired with Bucky and I couldn’t’ve been happier. I’d been harbouring a feelings for him for months. The weeks we spent together had allowed hope to bloom in my chest. I began thinking that romance was blossoming between us. That was until the pinnacle of our mission came.

We’d successfully made it into HYDRA’s Hungarian base, taking down several of their agents before their tech room erupted in flames. The grenade they had set off filling my lungs with smoke. I scrambled to find Bucky, he had to be here somewhere, he was my partner after all. He had to be here!

Jumping through the broken glass I stumbled down the hallway, opening all of the doors before fire could engulf them. I had to find him damn it! My patience wore thin as I reached the end of the hall, one last door, one last chance to find him before we burnt to death.

I jumped into the office, relieved to find Bucky sprawled on the couch by the balcony. I held him up, dragging us to the balcony where Sam could easily see us and send help our way.

In the helicopter I held onto him, “Ivy, please.” he said squeezing my hand lightly. Using my powers, I asked the medic to let me mend the gash on his forehead. He looked up at me, smiling lightly as i started to pinch his skin back together. I hadn’t noticed the way my venom slowly seeped into him. It wasn’t until the all familiar seizing began that I realised what I’d just done. I held him tight, stilling him as the medic injected him with an antitoxin.

When he came to we were in a hospital room, 5 hours later. When he gained the strength to open his eyes he practically leered at me, “What did you do you bitch?!” his words pierced straight through my heart. “Bucky liste-” he cut me off immediately, “No! Why would I listen to you? You almost killed me! I trusted you and you poisoned me!” he said, his hands still shaking. He yelled at me, instructing me to leave immediately, so I did, abandoning the flora of hope that blossomed within me alongside him.

The memory left as Bucky snapped his fingers at me. I looked up at him, raising an eyebrow wordlessly. “What’s got you twisted?” he asked unamused. “Nothing, I was just thinking about all the ways I’m gonna make this mission miserable for you.” I smiled, masking the ache in my chest. “Yeah? Try not to kill me this time, that way you have someone to keep miserable.” He rolled his eyes at me, standing to get a drink.

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dreamlandcreations · 1 year ago

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Thank you for the tag @kayhi808

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Apprentice - Doctor Strange x sorceress!Reader

Misery loves company - Venom x Reader x Eddie

We broke up - Eddie x Reader x Venom

Once upon a time - King Arthur x royal!Reader

Wicked - shifter!Santi x witch!Reader

Desert Flower - shifter!Benny x (non)human!Reader

Reaper - Venom x Reader x Eddie

The proposal (Would you like to series) Tommy x Reader x Alfie

Kissing Alfie Solomons - Alfie x Reader

Lighten up - Darkling x Fjerdan!Reader

Faeted hearts - fae king!Alfie x half-fae!Reader

Castaway AU - Billy Russo x Reader

Grimm AU - blutbad!Alfie x grimm!Reader

Fearless - Alfie Solomons x Shelby!Reader

I'm here for you - Billy Russo x Reader

Scheming, games and secrets - Alfie x Reader + Tommy

Fortune Favours the Brave - Eddie Munson x cheerleader!Reader

What women want - Billy Russo x genderfluid/nonbinary(afab)!Reader

Slayer - dragon shifter!Alfie Solomons x warrior princess!Reader

See you at the office - Alfie Solomons x ex-assistant!Reader

Weave it into words - (clan leader) king!Alfie Solomons x Shelby princess!Reader (Brave AU)

Crave the love - prince!Billy Russo x princess!Reader

Jeweller - Alfie Solomons x Tatiana's cousin!Reader

What's underneath? - Alfie x Reader

You only need to ask - Raymond Smith x aristocrat!Reader

What about dessert? - chef!Alfie x manager!Reader (modern!au)

The bright side - FO!Poe Dameron x Jedi!Reader

More than seeking comfort - Eddie Brock x Reader

Bait - Derek Hale x hunter!Reader

Cosy on the throne - Tattooed Biker!Boba Fett x Reader

This is not your color - Eddie Munson x Reader

Distraction - Max x Reader (Mad Max: Fury Road)

Three is still a company - Billy Russo x Reader x Frank Castle

You missed a spot - Brother Day x Reader

Behind closed doors - Darkling x Sun Summoner!Reader

Don't mind me - Alfie Solomons x Reader (x Tommy Shelby)

Feeling adventurous? - Eddie Munson x Reader

I can wait - Alina x Reader (Darkling x Alina x Mal)

Why the f*ck not? - Alfie Solomons x Reader x May Carleton x Tommy Shelby

Solace - Boba Fett x Reader

First time - Billy Russo x Reader

I'm all yours - Billy Russo x Reader

Patience - Billy Russo x Reader

The Happiest Day of Our Lives - Darkling x Sun Summoner!Reader

Mirror, mirror - Aleksander Morozova x Reader (xAlina)

Perfect - Darkling x Reader

Necessary evil - Darkling x Inferni!Reader

King of the Seven Seas - Atlantean king!Alfie x Reader

Don't you f*cking dare - chef!Alfie Solomons x manager!Reader

Do you doubt me? - James Delaney x Strange!Reader

Remedy - James Delaney x Reader

Unexpected - Matt Murdock x Reader x Elektra

Sweet torment - Alfie Solomons x Reader

Mr CEO - Billy Russo x Reader

Complications - Darkling x reader

Preying on you tonight - werewolf!Billy Russo x Reader

Sweet victory - Jake Seresin x Reader

The fun kind - Jake Seresin x Reader

Catch me if you can - Jake Seresin x Reader

Black and White - Darkling x Fjerdan princess!Reader

Stay Forever - Jake Seresin x BFF!Reader

In my corner - Billy Russo x Reader

Heartbeat - Milo/Lucien Crown x Reader

Just friends - modern!Alfie Solomons x Reader

That's the rule - Jake Seresin x Reader

Fire and Blood - Daemon x daughter!Reader (platonic)

The Bronze Witch - Aemond Targaryen x Daemon's daughter!Reader

Unity - Darkling x Fjerdan!Reader x Nikolai Lantsov

Risk and reward - Jake Seresin x Reader

Late night visit - Aemond x Reader

Peace offering - Aemond x Reader

The first warning - Darkling x Grisha!Reader

Stay with me - Darkling x Grisha!Reader

Like calls to like - Darkling x Grisha!Reader

Darkest hearts - Darkling x Nikolai's twin!Reader

Nothing - Darkling x Grisha!Reader

Heartbreak - Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Reader

The eternity of this day - Darkling x Sun Summoner!Reader

A dream come true - Eames x Reader

A debt to be paid - Aemond x Reader

Honourable Quest - Xenk Yendar x Reader

Honouring a Debt - Xenk Yendar x Reader

Sacrifice of Honour - Xenk Yendar x Reader

My Queen - Daemon Targaryen x Stark!Reader

Naru - Sesshōmaru x modern!Reader

Fire and Blood, Ashes and Dust - Daemon Targaryen x niece!Reader

Give him to me - Daemon Targaryen x niece!Reader

The Taming of the Dragon - Daemon Targaryen x Stark!Reader

The day you died - supervillain!Darkling x superhero!Reader

#wip tag game #i'm the worst #🙈

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sunshinebuckybarnes · 2 years ago

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Here's the first rec list of 2023!! Please make sure you give these gorgeous stories and writers the love they deserve. As always, you are responsible for your own media consumption. This blog along with the majority tagged are 18+ only and contain adult themes.

Happy reading 🔥

Bucky Barnes ✨

Cordially invited by @navybrat817

Modern Knight!Bucky Barnes x Princess!Female Reader

Dress you up in my love by @jobean12-blog

Bucky x reader

Thin ice by @angrythingstarlight

Beefy Biker!Bucky x Reader

Adventures in babysitting by @navybrat817

Florist!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Relax by @kinanabinks

Nerd!Frat!Bucky x Reader

There's really a wolf by @flordeamatista

DBF!Mafia Bucky Barnes x Mafia!Princess Reader

Ravenous by @navybrat817

Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Good peach by @wndalovebot

bucky barnes x afab!reader

Picture perfect by @angrythingstarlight

Mafia!Bucky Barnes x reader

Peaches and cream by @angrythingstarlight

Baker!Bucky

Covet by @labella420

Dark!Mob! Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Vodka on the rocks by @kinanabinks

Bestfriend!Bucky f!reader

A little help by @mavsstar

DBF!Roomate!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Forever by @callingsergeantbarnes

Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Eddie Munson ✨

Chefs kiss by @jobean12-blog

Eddie Munson x reader

She drives me crazy by @jobean12-blog

Eddie Munson x reader

Made for lovin' you by @beefybuckrrito

Eddie Munson x fem!reader (any race)

One hot ticket by @jobean12-blog

Eddie Munson x reader

Steve Rogers ✨

Wicked games by @honeystevie

Steve Rogers x Asian!reader

Tonight by @springdandelixn

Husband!Steve x Fem!Reader

Run rabbit run / trapped in a tangled web / mistaken identity by @dreamlessinparis

Dark!Steve x F!Reader

Colin Shea ✨

Maybe in the meantime by @rebel-stardust

Colin Shea x female reader

Ari Levinson ✨

Good for you by @flordeamatista

DBF!Ari Levinson x Reader

Little fears by @onsunnyside

Biker!Ari Levinson x naive!reader (biker x baker au)

Solve the riddle by @geminixevans-stan

Retired Pornstar!Ari Levinson x Black!Reader

Our last summer by @summerofsnowflakes

DBF!Ari Levinson x Fem!Reader

Steve Harrington ✨

Unearned confidence by @sharpsapphic666

Steve Harrington x reader

Lee Bodecker ✨

Pressure by @thornsnvultures

lee bodecker x plus size!fem!reader

Andy Barber ✨

Marked with my initial by @frostironfudge

Incubus!Andy Barber x Fem!Reader

Sam Wilson ✨

Love you in a thousand ways by @targaryenvampireslayer

Sam Wilson x female reader

Multiple characters ✨

Late night visitor by @dreamlessinparis

Mob!Destroyer!Chris x F!Reader x Mob!Bucky, Lee Bodecker x F!Reader (established couple, married)

The chase by @targaryenvampireslayer

Dark!alpha!Sam Wilson x female!omega reader x dark!alpha!Bucky Barnes

Three's a party by @traitorjoelite

stucky x reader

#fic rec #january fic rec #bucky barnes #eddie munson #steve rogers #colin shea #ari levinson #steve harrington #lee bodecker #andy barber #sam wilson #destroyer!chris

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ellethespaceunicorn · 1 year ago

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I’ll always reblog this because people complain about inclusivity when I add x black!reader but then do this shit.

Like, honestly? Ima fuck your father for that rudeness. Don’t tempt me.

me: *begins reading fic*

the reader: *turns red*

me:

#steve rogers x reader #bucky barnes x reader #joel miller x reader #frank castle x reader #black!reader #asian!reader #latina!reader #poc!reader #woc!reader #hc sherlock #sherlock holmes x reader #august walker x reader #clark kent x reader #this is also just big in the henry cavill fandom #like seriously #its getting to make me wanna say fuck it

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navybrat817 · 2 years ago

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Stardust Reblog Challenge - December

Hello, lovelies! Below are fics I've shared throughout the month of December and will feature Sebastian Stan and Chris Evans characters (for now). Show these writers some love and please heed any warnings provided. Enjoy and check out the Stardust Reblog Challenge put together by @natrace. Moodboard by yours truly and divider by @firefly-graphics.

12/1 - Come Around Sundown (DBF!Steve Rogers x Female!Reader) by @cockslutpadalecki

Into the Sunset (DBF!Steve Rogers x Female!Reader) by @maladaptivexxdaydreaming

Disarmed (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

12/2 - Sour Holidays (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @nekoannie-chan

12/3 - Relentless (Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader) by @speechlessxx

12/4 - The Fairest Sun (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @rodrikstark

12/5 - Break the Back (Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier x Reader) by @indyluckycharlie

12/6 - Happy Accident (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @thenhewaswrongaboutme

12/7 - Hunting Lodge (DBF!Curtis Everett x Reader) by @onsunnyside

12/8 - You Call it Love But All I'm Left with is This Pain (Lloyd Hansen x Reader) by @mellowsaturns

12/9 - Ride With Me (Biker!Steve Rogers x Reader) by @maladaptivexxdaydreaming

Cloaked (Vampire!Steve Rogers x Reader) by @labella420

12/10 - Need You Now (Nomad Alpha!Steve Rogers x Omega!Reader) by @late-to-the-party-81

12/11 - Overheated (Dark Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader) by @sgt-seabass

12/12 - Forget Me Not (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @sweetascanbee

12/13 - Fists and Feelings (Boxer!Steve Rogers x Reader) by @writing-for-marvel

12/14 - Hearts Beat as One (Roommate!Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @doasyoudesireandlive

12/15 - Goodbye (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

12/16 - Obsession (Steve Kemp x Dark!Reader) by @thebluemage

The Magic Box (Dark!Terry the Terrific x Reader) by @rustytricycle

12/17 - Missionary with Steve (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @becca-e-barnes

12/18 - A House, A Home (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @rookthorne

12/19 - Fluky Jakey Loser Lucky (Jake Jensen x Reader) by @madscape

Law (Sheriff!Lloyd Hansen x Reader) by @boxofbonesfic

12/20 - It's Fun Being Bad (College!Andy Barber x Reader) by @sunshinebuckybarnes

12/21 - Flirt With Me (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @moonlight-prose

12/22 - Glacial With the Blue Ice, I'm Terrifying (Lloyd Hansen x Asian!Reader) by @honeystevie

12/23 - Taste of a Sweeter Life (Hal Carter x Reader) by @the-iceni-bitch

Friday Nights (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @lilacletter

12/24 - Love is Actually, All Around (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @rookthorne

12/25 - Secret Santa (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @buckybarnesandmarvel

12/26 - Coercion (Ransom Drysdale x Reader) by @ramp-it-up

12/27 - Pillow Fort and Pizza (Jake Jensen x Reader) by @foxgloveprincess

12/28 - Making Up for Lost Time (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @sweetdreamsbuck

12/29 - Jealous (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @sweetascanbee

12/30 - A Knight in Rusted Armor (Dark!Lee Bodecker x Reader) by @thecutestlittlebunbunfairy

12/31 - Poison on Your Tongue (Vampire!Random Drysdale x Reader) by @inklore

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tharros-auris-black-asimi · 2 years ago

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We Walk The Line

Pairing: Stucky x Reader

Summary: Instead of Steve Rogers becoming Captain America, someone took his place. Steve Rogers became the infamous Hydra Stomper and fell off of the train with his best pal (and secret lover), James Buchanan Barnes.

You never thought you'd ever become Captain America.

You also never thought about losing the only two loves of your life.

But now, in the present, all three of you are reunited.

Except... you've been keeping them at arm's length.

Steve and Bucky just want all three of you to be happy again.

Warnings: Canon divergence, dark themes, threesome (F-M-M), angst everywhere, a little bit of murder, slight allusions to Dark!Steve and Dark!Bucky, lots of angst, mutual pining, shower sex, double vaginal penetration, spitroasting

Additional Notes: Hello! This was a doc I found in my drafts, lol. I originally wrote a good chunk of this, but then I moved on to different projects. However, last night I found this in the deep depths of my laptop, and I finished it tonight. So, there we are! I hope you all enjoy this little tale!

As always, if you’d like to read this fic on my AO3, you can do so here.

Word Count: 11824

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Clint Barton knew deep in his gut, that something was wrong. Even though the blond Avenger was deaf and needed hearing aids. It didn’t mean he was ashamed of being deaf at all. His family and the love of his life had learned ASL for him.

Most of them, anyway. Thor was still trying. But the blond Asgardian got a pass since he was rarely on Earth, or what Asgard called Midgard anyway.

It also didn’t mean that his other four senses weren’t working. Only, they felt as if they were enhanced. Because that deep feeling in his gut was telling him that something was about to go very wrong.

Or something sus was going on.

To be quite honest, he was sorta leaning on the second option.

He wasn’t quite ready to discover aliens trying to take over the planet again.

Nope.

Noooooo.

No, he was not.

Night had fallen through the Compound. Everyone was mostly asleep. Including Natasha. Who was still asleep against him, her hair splayed over his bare chest. Careful to not wake her, Clint slowly and quietly got up. Getting his hearing aids from where they were charging on the little nightstand on his side of the bed. He slipped them in his ears, hearing the beep. Signaling that they were on, he pulled a shirt and sweatpants on and quietly slipped out of the room.

As he walked down the quiet halls of the Compound, he saw two familiar supersoldiers walking toward him.

Dressed in their tac suits that looked a little bit dirty with streaks of mud, were both Steven Grant Rogers and James Buchanan Barnes.

The blond-haired Avenger waved at the golden-haired and chestnut-haired men in a friendly greeting. Steve and Bucky wore expressions of relief when the three men slipped into the kitchen. Bucky opened the fridge to pull out some orange juice.

“The mission go okay?” Clint asked the two of them. Steve nodded.

“We nearly got caught in an explosion, but nothing we couldn’t handle,” Steve replied to him. Nodding to the other supersoldier as Bucky slid him a glass of orange juice, Clint took a gulp.

“Ross is coming by tomorrow.”

Both Steve and Bucky scowled.

The Avengers as a whole didn’t really like Thaddeus Ross.

Bucky, Steve, and Cap especially.

Clint knew the leader of the Avengers didn’t like authority. They didn’t like pushovers. And after what happened with Hydra back in 2014, they detested the government even more.

With everything that had happened with the almost Chitauri invasion in 2012, he knew Cap wasn’t looking towards another physical appearance that wasn’t saving the world. But, as superheroes and people who protected the world, sacrifices had to be made. You could never get anything you always wanted in life.

Bucky and Steve didn’t like Ross because the man had basically demanded that the two of them were going to be locked up after the bombing of the UN. Mostly because Prince T’Challa had been angry, lashing out due to the grief of losing his father. Erik Killmonger, T’Challa’s cousin, had quietly advised him to keep his cool. And that was after the Avengers broke out the two former Winter Soldiers. And after Cap sent a very nice punch in the face to Ross that was deserved. Their words, not Clint’s. But he would be lying if he said he didn’t agree with that statement.

This would be against the law, but Clint wouldn’t be lying if he also knew wholeheartedly that Captain America would never resist the chance of punching power-hungry and corrupt Senators in the face.

Plus, they were great for viral TikTok and Instagram videos. And Twitter threads.

Not so much for the news though.

Fox News nearly had a stroke the first time.

And the second time.

Clint was fully convinced the Avengers were just full-on trolling them by now. He wouldn’t be surprised if that was the case. He loved making Fox News have a stroke anyway.

Any day. Any time. Anywhere. He would do it in a heartbeat.

Steve and Bucky had already given Fox News a field day when they had explicitly kissed on live TV. The rest of the Avengers thought it had been hilarious.

Speaking of Cap, he knew that they were currently on a mission. They would come home early tomorrow. Until then, all of the other Avengers would see the two former Winter Soldiers brooding and being sad.

As usual.

“Not again,” groaned Bucky. “Doll couldn’t even hold it in the last time he was here. Didn’t she try and punch him in the face?”

Deep sighs that came from Steve and Clint proved his point.

“Yeah,” sighed Clint. “And then before she left, she was talking about how she didn’t want to be here tomorrow. But she will. In the morning. Ross is coming in the afternoon. Talking about that stupid gala we have to attend later this week.”

Grumbles came from Bucky and Steve unhappily.

They had hated galas. They hated being the center of attention. To be around senators and being forced to “play nice”, as Natasha put it. The former redheaded assassin and her younger sister, Yelena Belova, always remarked that the two were always so grumpy. It always amused her when they stood there, stiff as statues while everyone else mingled and had a good time.

Bucky swore to himself that he would get both of his former students to stop teasing him. One way or another.

But for now, the unsettling feeling of them knowing that they would have to attend another gala, once again, made them very unhappy.

“I hate going to those,” Bucky mumbled unhappily. Steve grumbled in agreement. Disdain was written all over their faces. Clint just let out a sigh. “Yeah, well, join the club. Nobody really thinks you’re a liability anymore, so no one’s gonna need to be afraid or extra cautious for the two of you suddenly snapping and going cuckoo cuckoo. Just don’t bring out the pew pews and everything should be good.”

Clint suddenly smirked. Steve and Bucky knew that meant the blond archer was up to no good again. “Sides’,” shrugged Clint, still looking gleeful. “We all know how good Cap looks in her dresses. Tony just makes her look fancy cause she’s the face of us, remember? Don’t tell Cap I told you, but her dress is gonna be a dark blue. Kinda like your old Howling Commando suit, James. You know— the one from way back in the day? That one?”

Oh did Bucky remember.

He remembered it quite well. He didn’t even need to go and catch a plane to DC to the Smithsonian to peep a glance to know what his former uniform looked like.

“… And Tony’s probably going to convince her to wear red lipstick because of good ole patriotism and all…” Clint continued on, rolling his eyes. Even putting air quotes around ‘patriotism.’

“Thank God Colonel Phillips didn’t make her do those damn tours.”

“Only because she was a woman. Colonel Phillips didn’t think that the world would take her seriously if the entire world knew that Captain America was a woman. If it was me, he would’ve made me do those tours.” said Steve quietly. Bucky’s jaw clenched.

“Gotta love the misogyny of the good ole forties, amirite Stevie?” Bucky spat out sarcastically. Steve nodded his head sarcastically. Clearly agreeing with his boyfriend.

“Well, this is where you disappeared off too, Clint?”

Three heads turned to see who was in the kitchen. Natalia Romanov-Barton or Natasha Romanoff-Barton as everyone knew her in the States, with her red hair hastily tied up in a ponytail and a nightgown slipped over her figure and slippers adorning her feet, she stood in the archway of the kitchen. Her arms crossed over her stomach.

She had known something had been wrong when she had heard her husband getting up. A disturbance in the Force, one could say. And when she heard someone opening the fridge door, she knew it wasn’t Sam.

Because she knew Sam wouldn’t be up at this time of day. She knew for a fact that the other Avenger would be dead asleep in his room.

Wanda shared a room with Vision, who really didn’t need all that much sleep, considering he wasn’t human. But the Android enjoyed being in bed with his significant other, so that was that. And, Natasha knew that Wanda was still on a mission with Cap. So Natasha knew the redheaded mutant wasn’t home.

And Pietro, Wanda’s older brother would also be dead asleep. Just like Sam.

So that ruled him out too.

Tony though?

Tony could have been in the kitchen. That could have been a possibility. But she then had heard a soft thudding noise coming from Tony’s workshop, so she knew it couldn’t have been Tony when she had been padding her way down the hall to the kitchen.

Rhodey was off sleeping too. So he was certainly out of the question.

And besides, she had caught a whiff of someone deeply unpleasant. A really nasty smell that reeked of someone that hadn’t showered in a while.

Sounding a deep voice that reminded her of Yasha, she just knew.

Yasha and Steve were home.

Never ever, would she ever forget Yasha’s voice. It was like something you couldn’t wash out of your memory, no matter how hard you could try to. You just couldn’t.

So it didn’t surprise her when she had found Steve, Bucky, and Clint all huddling around in the kitchen drinking orange juice at three in the morning.

It really didn’t.

She expected nothing less from the Three Stooges.

“Tash, I thought you would’ve still been asleep.” Clint groaned in Russian. Natasha just raised an eyebrow. “No.” was all she said. Steve and Bucky just looked amused. “Oh… she’s not here yet? Great, we’re going to see you two mope until tomorrow afternoon. That’ll just go down great with Ross.”

Now Steve and Bucky were scowling again.

“Please don’t mention that name under this roof. It gives us stress, Natalia,” Bucky sighed. Natasha just gave her old teacher a look that basically said, really?

“Whatever, Yasha. I’m going back to bed. You three should too. Although—” Natasha wrinkled her nose. “...you two should shower before sleeping. Seriously. You two are going to stink up this place faster than Thor and Loki bringing that disgusting Space Egg over here last week. And you know how badly that thing stunk.”

At the aforementioned space egg, Clint, Steve, and Bucky all scowled.

That damn stupid space egg was going to be the fucking bane of their existence.

Meanwhile, on the Avengers Quinjet, with you, Sharon Carter, Maria Hill, Melinda May, and Wanda Maximoff that following morning…

“What about Dave from Accounting? He seems nice. Or maybe Mark from Statistics?”

Sharon Carter or Agent 13 as everyone from SHIELD had known her, looked at her companion who was sitting next to her. She gazed at the Stealth Suit, the dark navy blue, complete with the two white stripes and star embedded on her chest. The suit hugged her broad shoulders and beefy stature, which wasn’t really a clash with her French tip nails that she had got done weeks before that were still in good shape, nor was a clash with her hair that was currently tied up.

You hadn’t even had time to get your shield off of your back. It was still there. Secured. It pressed into the seat as you leaned back, closing your eyes a little. Wanda had fallen asleep hours ago, so Maria Hill and Melinda May were currently manning the ship from up front.

“Dave from Accounting measures all of his shit before he eats it. Remember that one time we were in the cafeteria? And he brought out his salad? And then he brought out his notepad and his measuring cups and started measuring his food, not to mention he was counting everything on it, and even wrote down how many calories were in it? He’s a health freak, Sharon. Not to mention, he spends like four hours washing and cleaning his car. If anything, he should just clean cars for a living. That’ll give him good money. Could pay him more than working at the Compound. Plus, it would make great YouTube videos. You know how popular car cleaning videos are these days.”

“He just likes being through!” Sharon tried to protest, to no avail. Because you didn’t look all that impressed. “Mmmm… he’s a bit too uptight for me. I like my partner a little bit on the wilder side. He’d be too boring for me. What’s Mark from Statistics gotta offer me?”

“Well,” started Sharon, “Mark’s really nice. He’s in contact with his family a lot. Family guy, you could say. Doesn’t spend forever measuring and counting everything and anything on his plate, so that should be a plus for you.” A considering noise came from you. That sounded nice. You could work with that, right?

“But,” Sharon paused, so she could see your head cock to the side in concern. “But?” you drawled.

“I heard from Katie from HR that he’s got a dick piercing.”

Both of your eyebrows rose up. Another considering noise came from you that turned into one of concern. “But isn’t that dangerous though? Like, what if we’re fucking and it gets caught in my vagina? And I have to go down to Medical for that? Or even the ER? Can you imagine the headlines for those things? How embarrassing would that be?” You questioned before you yourself shuddered at the very thought.

“Very embarrassing,” Sharon nodded in agreement with you. Although she expressed a snort when seeing you shudder.

“I don’t think I’m ready for that yet. Too many worries,” you remarked lightly. Taking your water bottle out of your backpack that you had carried along with you for the mission, you uncapped it and took a gulp of your water before screwing the cap back on and putting it beside you. “Besides, Mark and Dave— they’re not supersoldiers, right? They’re just plain ol, normal dudes?”

At Sharon’s nod, your lips curled into a frown.

“Nah. Then it can’t work. You know I’m enhanced, right? Like everything’s enhanced. That includes my sex drive.”

“No one needed to know that!” Maria shouted from the front.

“Well, no one asked for your commentary, Maria!” You shouted from the back in response. Melinda cackled from where she was in the co-pilot seat, making you roll your eyes in slight annoyance.

As if that was going to make things any better.

“So like… on average… like let’s just say, scale from one to… thirty, how many rounds can you go before you need to stop?” Sharon asked, curious.

“Thirty, huh? Broad number. That’s nice. Other women usually ask around one to twelve. Which, I guess they’re sorta close.” You shrugged. “Fifteen rounds.”

Melinda nearly spat out her water from where she was up front.

“Holy Jesus Christ on a stick!” Sharon exclaimed. You just shrugged again, still leaning back in your seat. “I mean, it’s not bad. Although I gotta tell you, Sharon, that’s why I’ve been struggling to find a good partner in bed. Nobody’s really a supersoldier like me. No one can keep up, really. Or worse, what if I end up hurting them too? That’s always something to think about, right? What if I get too excited? Or what if I end up breaking their dick? Those things we need to take into consideration, Sharon.” You told her seriously.

And they were genuine concerns.

Very genuine, important concerns of yours. Before the serum, you didn’t have to worry about breaking a guy’s dick, or worry that if you squeezed them too hard, you’d break a bone or something. Or worse, even a rib, if you weren’t careful enough.

Maybe breaking a rib was a little bit of a stretch, but hey— it was something to consider.

“So why don’t you just sleep with Steve and Bucky?”

“Please,” Maria’s voice floated from the front. “You know how stingy they are. I walked by their room one time, and they were still fighting and arguing over who should top. You know how aggressive they are. If they can’t decide who’s gonna top, what makes you think they’re gonna decide who takes turns fucking our good ole Cap?”

You thanked every lucky star in the damn galaxy that you weren’t drinking water at that exact moment because if you had, you would’ve spat it out all over Sharon. And you didn’t want to get Sharon wet.

When the Avengers had outgrown the Tower and Wanda and her older twin Pietro had joined the Avengers and the team had moved upstate to build the Compound, the first thing on Tony’s list was to make the bedrooms supersoldier proof. Like everything from top to bottom. Even the rooms were supersoldier hearing proof. Although, and you would never tell Tony this, but that one time you had walked past Steve and Bucky’s room, you had heard Bucky softly moaning Steve’s name under his breath.

Despite the so-called supersoldier soundproof rooms.

But you would never tell Tony that.

You didn’t want to hurt his ego even more than everyone else did on a regular basis. In good spirit, of course. Tony staying humble was everything’s number one top priority.

“Yeah, and it wasn’t like they could properly choose who would top back in the day either. Plus, the three of us just lived in that one-bedroom apartment. Just the three of us.” You couldn’t help but find yourself sinking into deeper, past memories. You still remembered being in the middle of Bucky and Steve. Bucky curled up at your side as he snored in his sleep. Steve, with that dim lamp that the three of you had nicked from the street on that wooden little desk next to your bed. Heard the scratches of his pencil against his sketchbook as he drew the three of you together, while you fell asleep to him drawing.

“… Do you miss them? Steve and Bucky?” Sharon’s voice brought you back. You blinked.

“Like… being with them? The old times?” you offered awkwardly. “Yeah… let’s start with that,” Sharon replied softly. “I mean… I would be lying if I said no. Because I do. I really do. Those times… I won’t ever be getting those times back. We had… plans. Plans to grow old together, I guess. Live together until we died, sort of thing. I got so terrified for them when Steve wanted to enlist, and then when Buck was drafted I… I really thought they weren’t going to come back. And then Project Rebirth happened and then I became Captain America, and…. you know the rest. I lost Jimmy. I lost Stevie.”

Your eyes drew down to the floor as you thought about it. Mulled over it.

So many years lost.

“Everyone always talks about… how empty they get when they lose their loved one. Or loved ones. But for me… Steve and Bucky were all I had left. Before I had the Avengers… all I had were Steve and Bucky. Even when I had no one… no one left in my family… I had Steve and Bucky. I can’t… I can’t explain how empty I felt when I lost them. They were my boys, Sharon. I loved them. I didn’t eat or sleep for weeks. Not till Morita dragged my ass out of the bed and forced me to eat a month after they had been gone.”

Your hands came to wipe away the incoming tear that was making its way down your face.

You remembered it like it was yesterday.

You had been flying the plane. Solo. You had been looking out at the sky, looking at the clouds. You had gotten Peggy on your earpiece, telling her that you needed to land the plane in the water, to go lower.

You had been headed towards New York.

You couldn’t wait any longer. If you had, people were going to die. You had taken out the little compass that you had gotten from Steve, flipping it open.

It was a picture of all three of you, smiling and laughing at the camera.

“Peggy, I’m sorry.”

“No.” Peggy hurriedly spoke your name, trying to protest.

“Hey, Pegs— I’m going to need a raincheck on that dance with you, okay? Bring your date. Okay?”

“Okay.” Peggy sniffed. “Eight o’clock, on the dot. Don’t be late.”

You could see it. The freezing water and all of the ice.

“Yeah. Yeah, don’t worry. I won’t be late.”

You still remembered Steve and Bucky’s words.

“We’re gonna take ya dancing, doll. Just the three of us. We’ll make it work.” Steve and Bucky had been beaming.

You closed your eyes.

Stevie. Buck. I’m coming.

And then darkness consumed your vision.

“… So yeah…” your voice was low, “I guess you could say there are things I regret, yeah.”

Sharon rubbed your arm in comfort.

“Cap, Agent Carter. One of you wake up Ms. Maximoff. We’re home.”

Later that day, in the afternoon...

“I’m telling you, Tony, for the last time— no.”

“I’m just saying Steve, it could be a good idea—”

“No, it wouldn’t, Tony. And you know it.”

Tony Stark crossed his arms. The Avengers, minus Wanda and you, were all huddled up in the conference room of the Avengers Compound, waiting for the devil incarnate himself, General Ross.

It was safe to say, that no one on the Avengers team quite liked the man.

Like at all.

If the Avengers had the choice between letting go of General Ross or eating ice cream, they’d choose the ice cream.

Steve had his arms crossed too. Bucky stood in the corner, looking every bit a stoic man. Clint and Vision were talking about something. Pietro was animatedly talking with them, even making gestures with his hands.

“Why? Why are llamas a bad idea, Steve? Huh?”

Steve expressed a sigh and his hand came up to pinch his nose in frustration. “Because they spit, Tony. llamas spit.”

“So?”

Steve just groaned in frustration.

“So, what? What do you mean, by so what? They spit, Tony! That should be enough for you not to buy them!” retorted Steve. To which, Tony just scoffed at him. “Yeah, and then what’ll the theme for the gala be, huh Rogers?”

“How about the forties?”

All conversation stopped. Sam Wilson, from where he was sitting at the table, got up and beamed.

“Hey!” The African-American announced in glee. “You’re back!”

You hadn’t had time to change from your stealth suit. Wanda had changed, though. Back to a sweater, jeans, and a pair of sneakers.

Both of you were extremely tired.

You were in dire need of a nap.

You were also extremely hungry.

And thirsty.

Briefly, you wondered if the conference room had any snacks. Usually, they did. Usually, Tony would stash the conference room with snacks. Lots and lots of snacks. Drinks too.

You hadn’t even had time to take your shield off of your back, either. It still was behind your back. Your hands reached from behind for your shield, pulling it off of you. The sound of your shield being taken off of your back caught everyone’s attention.

“Yup,” you even popped the p. “Tones, you got any snacks? Like nutter butters? I’m freaking starving.” You quite happily made your way to your seat, sliding into the rolling chair with a groan. Putting your shield on the table. You felt two hands brush over you.

Steve and Bucky.

You knew it was Steve and Bucky without even trying. Or looking to see who it was who touched you.

Because you didn’t allow just anyone to touch you. They had to be special. Like the Avengers.

Or Steve and Bucky.

“… Alright you two,” came Tony’s slightly annoyed tone. “Stop hogging Cap. We wanna say hi too.”

Both Steve and Bucky glared at him. Tony just rolled his eyes. Clearly used to their antics.

Catching a whiff of your smell, Sam recoiled back. “Nah, I’m good fam. You smell, girl.”

“Well, you try going to a building and saving people. I fought too many dudes. And then after that, try going to a freaking debriefing. And I haven’t eaten in like, twelve hours. I’m really hungry so—” Pietro slid a Nutter Butter to you. You sighed in relief as you opened the plastic, and you took a bite of your Nutter Butter. You sighed in bliss as you chewed.

With your mouth closed of course. You were upmost first, a lady. You knew your mother if she had still been alive, would have beat your ass with a sandal, a back scratcher, or anything your mother could have yeeted at you.

“Thanks, Pietro. Sides’ y’all know how moody Ross gets when not all of us are here, remember?”

Groans came from everyone at the table.

“… You just had to mention that…”

“Oh my god, don’t remind me…”

“That crazy son of a bitch needs to stop…”

As your fellow Avengers muttered and grumbled amongst themselves, Steve and Bucky’s hands fell into yours. For a moment, all of the conversations became white noise as you leaned into your rolley chair.

Quite happily you squeezed their hands. Signaling that you were here with them. That you were a okay.

Voice low, “Do you wanna go to that Chinese take-out place down the street?” Bucky’s voice was a low murmur in your ear. Making you shudder just the slightest bit. “We’ll get that one noodle dish you like,” Steve whispered in your ear softly, his breath tickling your neck.

Damn the two of them.

They were just so fucking convincing.

Just like how the two of them used to be back in the day.

“Mhmmmm… that sounds great, yeah… we can make it a date, if you'd like…” you were nodding with what they were saying. You were getting it. And it sounded great.

“Okay, and then we can—”

The sounds of the door opening stopped any and every conversation that was being spoken at the table.

Everyone stiffened when they saw who was at the door.

General Thaddeus Ross strolled into the room like he owned it. Your eyes followed him. Your eyes looked hard as ice as you watched him stand at the front of the room. Your chair swiveled around, so your entire body could be facing him.

“Captain.”

“General.” Your tone wasn’t friendly. But, it was civil.

Simply because the last time he had gotten you angry, you had punched him in the face. Steve and Bucky had to carry you out of the government building, all the while you had shouted in Russian. You probably called him a bitch too, but the memories were a little hazy.

Or maybe it was the fact that you had referred to his dick being the size of a Tic Tac? Maybe that had been it?

That had to have been it.

So you leaned back in your chair. Somehow still holding on to Steve and Bucky’s hands.

General Ross cleared his throat.

“So, as you all know, there is a gala net week. And we have decided on what the theme will be.”

“Hopefully not llamas,” Steve muttered underneath his breath so no one would hear, but you and Bucky had caught it. So had Natasha, which made you all the more confused.

What the actual hell?

llamas?

Just what the hell had you missed?

“After some decision making with the government, and due to Mister Rogers and Mister Barnes’ trial finishing…” Ross continued.

“Which nearly cost you your position, but yes, go on.” Pietro butted in loudly. You saw Ross’s cheeks color in embarrassment, or was it anger?

Either or, you didn’t know and didn’t really care.

Steve and Bucky’s grips on both of your hands tightened a little at the reminder.

Ross coughed and cleared his throat loudly.

“You should drink some water, Ross. Maybe it’ll help with the frog in your throat.” Tony suggested cheekily. That didn’t help Ross at all. His cheeks flushed even further.

“Just tell us the theme and the place please, General.” You sighed, already done with the day.

“The theme will be the forties. And the place will be the usual place just like last year.” Ross managed to say through gritted teeth.

Sounds of relief came from the room. Pietro got up, a pep in his step as he dashed out of the room, before smacking face-first against the door.

“… Open it first, Pietro,” Wanda sighed as she got up, and walked out of the room after her brother once he had actually opened the door.

When you let go of Steve and Bucky’s hands, they might have panicked a little.

“It’s okay,” you whispered to them. “I’m gonna go and freshen up. I smell.”

“We could always shower with you,” Steve, being the utter shit he was, suggested coyly. You spluttered in response.

“Uh-uh. No. No. Do not give me that face. Nu-uh.”

You were walking out of the conference room with Steve and Bucky hot on your heels.

“Come on doll, it would be fun!” Bucky suggested enthusiastically to you.

You, being you, made a noise. It sounded very alarming.

“No. My bathtub is way too small.”

“We’ll fit! Just like how we used to!” Steve was backing Bucky up. You just gave the two of them a look. “And risk breaking my bathtub? No, Steven! We are not breaking my bathtub with the three of us in it. We’re not… it’s not like before, okay? We’re supersoldiers now, okay? We could break shit without even trying. Remember the toaster for Thor’s Pop-Tarts that you broke the other day?”

Steve scowled.

“That was an accident,” Steve clarified. “Exactly!” You pointed out. “An accident! It had been an accident! That could also happen to my tub! I’m not risking it!”

Bucky spoke your name.

It made you stop.

Almost like you were a deer in headlights.

“We’re not going to break your tub, doll. We’ll be as gentle as possible, okay?” His words washed over you.

Bucky had always been a bit softer than Steve. Even when the three of you had been together back in Brooklyn, in the ye olden days, Steve had always been the one to punch first, ask later. And Bucky had always been the one to pull him out of shit.

Like now.

You still weren’t looking very happy.

“Fine,” you grumbled. “But if you two break my frigging tub, you’re payin’ for it.”

That following week, on the night of the gala…

“Guys, I hate everything about this.”

Natasha and Wanda spared you a look.

It had been forever since you had put on anything forties related.

To your surprise, you still remembered how to put everything on though.

So there was that.

Putting on the navy blue dress had been like slipping into a second skin. Adjusting the sweetheart collar and making sure the buttons looked good, and brushing off any dust reminded you of all those times you had done it back in your day.

“The heels look terrifying,” was Wanda’s comment.

You just shrugged at her.

“Eeeh… not really.” You bent down to pick up the cream-colored pumps from the floor from where it was near your bed, giving you that nostalgic vibe from all those years ago. You slipped them on your feet, and you got up onto your feet.

You couldn’t help yourself. You twirled around once, twice. Happily hummed along to the Harry James Orchestra that was playing on your vinyl record. Tony had added some things from the forties to make the three supersoldiers feel like home. He had done it for you when you had moved into the Tower, and then for Steve and Bucky.

“My old man might’ve not been the best dad, but he talked about you guys a lot. Mostly about how nice it was to see three people in love on the field, and how it made him feel like he was at home. But he loved you. It’s only right that I do that the same.” Tony had told them once.

You couldn’t be more grateful. Tony had found the vinyl player at a vintage store and bought it immediately.

“… you know, I saw them in concert. With Steve and Bucky. We managed to get enough money so we could watch them live. It was nice.”

Bopping your feet to Kitty Kallen as you took the rolls out of your hair, so you could style them in the victory rolls from back in your day, Wanda let out a snicker. “Yeah?” She asked. “And how much were the tickets?”

You fluffed up your curls, chewing on your bottom lip that didn’t have lipstick on it yet.

“You know, I actually don’t remember that…” You trailed off, giving it a heavy thought. Grabbing your red lipstick, you twisted the bullet up, admiring the little vintage details on the cap.

“You should start wearing lipstick whenever we go into battle more often,” Natasha suggested cheekily. You just rolled your eyes. “That sounds very impractical. It’s like wearing a corset into battle. No thank you. I don’t want my lipstick smearing all over my face. Besides, I’ll be sweating too. If I wear a full face of makeup on, consider my mask ruined. It’ll sweat right off my face and my mask will get dirty. Uh-huh. I’m not risking that.”

Wanda’s muttered “I told you so” just made you snort once you finished applying your lipstick. Smacking your lips together, you put your lipstick down and took a step back, taking a second to look at yourself in the mirror.

It was as if you had gone back in time.

With Kitty Kallen crooning in the background, you almost felt… okay. If you tried hard enough, you could almost imagine yourself in the apartment you had shared with Steve and Bucky. You could almost hear your soft little giggles, Steve’s chuckling, and Bucky’s laughter when the three of you would snuggle together for bed.

Natasha put a hand on your shoulder.

“You should talk to them. Tonight. I’m sick and tired of Rogers and Yasha giving you puppy dog eyes from the other side of the Compound.”

As much as you wanted to tell Natasha that she was wrong, or that no, the boys didn’t give you puppy dog eyes and they do not practically follow you around like lost puppies— she had a point.

A really point. One that was really solid. Like a slap to the face point.

If there was anything you would never admit to, was that Natasha Romanov had a point. Most of the time.

Like right now.

God— sometimes you really wanted to loathe Natasha.

But, all things aside— she still had a fucking point.

Most unhappily, you grumbled something under your breath that had her rolling her eyes.

You didn’t even need to turn around to see Natasha smirking at you.

Little shit.

“I hate coming to these,” a certain brunet muttered under his breath.

It was far too loud.

Not to mention, there were too many people around.

Way too many people.

James Buchanan Barnes took another gulp of his drink, clearly annoyed.

The venue was a huge ballroom-esque-like room that had been decorated for tonight’s event. Billionaires, millionaires, and anyone who was of the elite class was here tonight. Bucky saw someone people in front of him holding glasses of champagne in their hands, deep in a conversation.

“I think General Ross just makes us come to these because he’s a sadist,” Steve’s cheeky remark brought Bucky back to the current conversation at hand, but it also didn’t fly past Clint, who let out a snort. “Please,” the deaf Avenger scoffed, “… he’s a masochist and everyone knows that. Didn’t you know the last time he got on Cap’s nerves, she compared his dick to a Tic Tac? Ross couldn’t look her in the eyes for weeks.”

“I remember that,” acknowledged Rhodey with a small nod. “It blew up CNN and Fox News for weeks. Mostly Fox News though.”

This time, both Steve and Bucky let out snorts of amusement.

Yeah. That sounded like you.

“Yeah. Hannity had a meltdown when she said that.” Clint snickered. “For three weeks,” Rhodey added with a smirk as he happily accepted a glass of champagne from a waiter that had been walking around. He quite gleefully took a sip of his drink. Clearly proud of himself and his statement.

“She was doing the… what did our space visitors call it? Oh! Right. Take names, kick ass.” Clint cackled, clearly basking in his newfound glee as Steve and Bucky rolled their eyes in amusement at the archer.

“The weird alien empath lady was really nice.” a young boy’s voice broke in.

“Alright, who allowed the kid to be here?” Bucky grumbled.

Peter Parker let out a deep noise of offense. “Mr. Barnes!” the teenager whined, clearly in the offense. “I’m a part of the team, remember?”

“… And Tony’s nephew, but we don’t bring that up, do we Little Spider?”

As if she were simply a fairy, the Romani-Jewish mutant had walked onto the scene. Looking very vibrant and regal in her attire, complete with red earrings in her ears. The Vision walked behind her, in his human form. As to not scare any of the other billionaires tonight. His blond hair was nicely combed back, and his black dress shirt looked great too. His slacks were tucked in and his dress shoes were nice and shined to the gods. All in all, he looked great.

Wanda’s hair was curled up into a chignon, and her skirt was a long, pleated skirt that reached to her mid-calf. The material was nice and flowy, and it was a light brown. Her cream blouse was a low-cut, but not enough that she was showing her twins. Quite happily, her brown eyes looked like they were almost sparkling in the boys’ direction as her red painted lips curled up into a teasing smile. “Wanda!” Peter yelped, as the redhead playfully ruffled the younger enhanced boy’s hair.

As the young Peter Parker yelped and tried to escape Wanda’s playful nature, Steve and Bucky’s enhanced hearing picked up on a pair of heels clicking their way towards the ever-growing group.

“Rogers. Yasha. Have either of you seen Cap?”

Bucky was the first to turn around and address his former student in Russian. “No Natalia,” came his deep voice. “… we haven’t. I’m a little worried. I know she doesn’t like these events as much as the rest of us, but she would usually be here by now. Should we send a search party?” he briefly inquired. Worry laced in his tone. Natasha saw two pairs of blue eyes staring at her intently, like the two most feared former deadly assassins of the twentieth century were nothing more than two puppies that were desperately trying to find their human.

Lovesick idiots, the three of them were.

Completely and utterly lovesick idiots.

The other fellow redhead had to resist the growing temptation to not roll her eyes in public. Of course, she knew what the public thought of her. She knew all of that shit by now.

But this?

This?!

Oh no.

Noooo.

She would not go through another day of the three of you dancing around like the three of you were doing ring-around-the-rosie.

Absolutely not.

She would claw her own eyes out if she had to suffer through another day.

“We’ll be fine here,” sighed Natasha. “You know Tony,” she continued on. “He loves the attention. He'll distract them long enough. You two go and find her. You two know her better than the rest of us ever will.”

And it wasn’t that she was wrong.

Because she wasn’t.

As usual, Natasha was right.

The master assassin looked at the two men who had looks of pure determination on their faces.

They had a supersoldier to find.

Meanwhile, somewhere in the building in a broom closet with you…

You had no idea when it happened exactly.

One moment, you had been ready to comfort Steve and Bucky and talk things out, and then the next thing you knew— you had started to overthink every scenario you could possibly think of in your head.

And that had led you to find the nearest broom closet to hide yourself in.

You had your first mental breakdown for the first time in forever.

You were pretty sure that you were hitting what some people affectionately called your “mid-life crisis.”

Full-blown crying and shaking.

It was what Steve and Bucky found when they had managed to hear someone crying in an abandoned broom closet.

Deep away from the current festiveness that was currently going on, was you. You, sunken down to your knees and sniffing.

Luckily for you, your makeup was waterproof. Foundation, concealer, mascara. So none of your makeup was smeared or ruined.

“O-Oh… O-Oh nooooo…” were the only hiccuped words that came from you in disarray, seeing your boys there.

And shit, they looked good.

The black suits really suited them.

No! No! No! That little voice in your head screamed at you.

You were not about to get horny after bawling your eyes out in a broom closet!

No! Nope!

You needed to get a hold of yourself and your precious kitty!

Absolutely not!

You needed to stay focused!

Weakly, you managed to get up. You might have stumbled forward a little because your feet were kinda still asleep. Luckily, Steve and Bucky caught you before you could potentially fall on your face.

It would have been really embarrassing if you did.

“… Nooooo…” you were feeling like total shit. “…. why is my life playing out like a daytime soap opera? What is this, General Hospital? Day of Our Lives bullshit?”

Still, you weren’t done lamenting yet.

“Oh my god… if there is a fucking God or Gods up there or some shit… why do you have to do this to me…” you whined. You couldn’t help yourself! This was a travesty! Truly the biggest scandal you ever had to face in your entire life!

Groaning into Steve and Bucky, you resisted the urge to whack your head on their shoulders to feel the slightest bit of any completion you could find.

Eventually, you just decided to say, fuck it and fell into them. They caught you pretty quickly as you let loose a sigh.

“I’m so tired… I didn’t want to come tonight…”

Hearing how small your voice got made their hearts break. You had buried your face into their shoulders, trying to desperately breathe in the cologne that they were both wearing tonight.

“Well… we can’t really ditch…” Bucky sounded so apologetic that you really wanted to kiss him.

So you did.

Turning so you could be in Bucky’s direction, you kissed him.

It took him by surprise.

You probably hadn’t kissed him or Steve in over seventy years.

Deep in that unspoken part of you, you felt like you were coming home.

Kissing Bucky and Steve felt normal.

This was normal.

You made sure to kiss Steve too. Because if you didn’t, he would look like a wounded puppy and you didn’t want that.

Pulling away from Steve, you had to take a few breaths in.

“God… I fuckin’ feel my age…” your mutters made Steve snort. Bucky chortled.

A scream gathered your attention.

It sounded like it was coming from the huge ballroom.

Your mood was killed.

Totally killed.

“Oh, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” You exclaimed, rushing back to the closet so you could get your shield. Slipping your arm into the little slip, you ran back out.

“You brought your shield?” Steve said in astonishment. “Of course I did Steven! This is an emergency!” You were scandalized.

The three of you dashed off down the hall, getting there quickly thanks to the serum running through your veins.

“Stark!” boomed a familiar voice.

You had to turn your head a little.

“Ew! You really need to shave off that goatee dude. There are only two people who can rock the goatee and that’s Tony and Sam.” You even scrunched up your nose at the horrifying sight.

“Who even is that?” Bucky whispered in your ear.

“Justin Hammer.” Natasha wrinkled her nose. Seeing the brown-haired man with the familiar-looking goatee standing on the weird glider in the middle of the room. From the smashed window, you suspected that he had come through there.

“Justin Hammer? That ultra-rich dude that got thrown in prison for trying to steal Tony’s blueprints for his suits?” You sounded surprised. “I thought he was in jail.”

“He was,” Natasha couldn’t help but sounded disappointed.

“Oh well.”

Throwing your shield his way, Justin didn’t have time to duck. Because your shield smacked him right on his forehead, sending him back. Effectively knocking him off of his glider while Pietro, Wanda’s older twin sped over and caught him just in time before he fell to the ground.

“We apologize for this delay!” Your voice boomed, catching everyone’s attention. “We’ll be dealing with Mr. Hammer soon.”

Getting to Pietro, you picked up your shield and whacked Justin’s face. Knocking him right the fuck out.

“Anybody get me a glass of champagne? I feel like I’m going to really need it.”

A few months later…

The worst day of Steve and Bucky’s life started on a dreary, wet, rainy Monday morning.

They were on a mission with you, Wanda, and Pietro. The Maximoff twins had already cleared out their section, and so had Steve and Bucky.

You had just about cleared out your section.

Steve and Bucky had been making their way towards where you were.

And then just as soon as they had come over the threshold, it happened.

Someone had hit you right in your back.

Your scream pierced their ears.

Seeing it happen felt like they were stuck in a weird slow motion.

As soon as you fell to the ground, they moved.

They moved so quickly, that they barely realized what they were doing.

As they moved, the man above you slammed something on your neck, making your eyes roll into the back of your head as you laid there still.

You weren’t dead, just knocked out.

Steve struck first.

Picking up your shield, he struck it right in the dude’s face. It sent him falling back onto the floor.

Bucky, with his metal arm, clenched into a fist, collided on his throat.

Steve slammed your shield when Bucky removed his fist right back down the man’s neck.

Over and over, again and again, they did this. Bucky slamming his metal fist on his neck, only for Steve to do the same with your shield.

A sickening snap echoed in the room.

Another slam of your shield and the dude’s head came off.

Blood was on your shield. The dark red color muddled with the sharp and pristine blue and white.

It was what Pietro and Wanda saw when they were alerted to your section.

A horrified gasp came from Wanda. Pietro used his super-speed to rush over to you, feeling your pulse.

“She’s still alive. Come on, we have to go.” The Romani-Jewish mutant said.

The ride back on the Quinjet was quiet.

Very, very quiet.

You were laying on Steve and Bucky’s laps, your eyes closed. If anyone hadn’t been told of your condition, a normal person would have simply just thought you were sleeping.

But you were not.

Before you had been knocked out by the dude, you had sustained injuries. Blood had been oozing out of your side and had soiled your Stealth Suit. Your hair had fallen out of its braid and looked awfully messy. You were also pretty sure, had you been awake that you were pretty sure seven of your ribs had been fractured because you had been stabbed many times. And, one of your lungs had collapsed.

At least, that’s what the doctors had told the team when the Quinjet had landed at the ICU.

You had been rushed to the nearest room for surgery.

All while the Avengers waited.

And waited.

They had waited there in the ER for hours, practically. Everyone around them was whispering, but no one had taken out their phones to record them out of privacy.

A couple of hours later, a doctor had come out.

“Mr. Rogers? Mr. Barnes?”

Steve and Bucky had never got out of their seats faster.

“Ah… Mr. Barnes. Mr. Rogers. Your wife is going to be moved to the ICU. Her surgery went well and she looks to be on a good road to be moved downstairs once we have a free bed.”

Steve and Bucky audibly breathed out a sigh of relief.

“… Of course,” continued the doctor. “There is still the price of her surgery which will be very hefty—“

“We’ll pay for it.”

Tony made a noise of protest. “No way Rogers,” was his immediate clap back. “I have the money to pay for her surgery. I’ll pay for it. She’s a part of the team.”

To which, Steve had turned his attention to Tony. “No,” came out of him as a snarl. His eyes were dark and burning with rage. “We have the funds to pay for it. We’ll do it.”

“Is no one going to ask about why the doctor said that Cap’s their wife?” Sam stage-whispered to Pietro, who just gave him a shrug in response. This led to Sam turning to Clint, having an in-depth conversation with the archer and the speedster over if you were really married to Steve and Bucky.

Steve and Tony’s bickering voices soon filled up the room as the two Avengers argued back and forth.

“Give me the paperwork,” sighed Bucky to the doctor. Too much shit had happened today for him to process.

He would really need a stiff drink after this.

“I’ll pay for it.”

Meanwhile, with you a few hours later…

All of a sudden, your eyes popped open.

Wanda and Natasha, who had elected to stay with you and watch over you, looked over in relief.

You were awake.

“Hey… Wans… Tash… have I ever told you about Steve and Bucky’s dicks?”

Wanda and Natasha stared at each other. Complete bewilderment colored their faces.

“Um…” was all Wanda could offer at this time.

“Yeah…” you slurred. “Even before the whole serum stuff. Do you remember how I showed you pictures of a small Steve, Tasha? Steve was fucking tiny as shit.”

Natasha remembered that.

She practically remembered everything you had told her about the boys.

“Uh-huh,” was what came from your companion. “No, I remember.”

“Ooooh boy, have I ever told you this,” you drawled, even hiccuping a little. “Even before the serum… Steve had a big dick. Can you believe that he had a big dick? Cause I sure didn’t.”

Wanda and Natasha exchanged another look.

“Uh-huh…”

“Right so…” you were continuing on. “Steve’s a little curved to the left. Bucky’s just… he’s just so fucking big. Fills me up every time. He learned a thing or two from catching all the dames, I’ll tell you that.”

Wanda looked like she was about to snort out a laugh, but a sudden pained look made her stop right in her tracks.

Somehow, like the time that Steve and Bucky had found you weeping in the closet, you had started crying a little.

“Why did this happen to them? Why couldn’t it have been me who fell off that stupid fucking train?” you sobbed. The sounds of the many machines you were hooked up to and also wired to beeped around you.

“I thought they were gone! I thought they were gone and they weren’t coming back! I crashed that plane in the Arctic for a reason!” you wailed.

It felt as if someone had slapped Natasha Romanov really hard on the face.

You had crashed the plane in the Arctic on purpose?

“I thought that maybe if I crashed it I could see them again… because if nothing made sense or mattered… they did… being with them mattered… it was the only thing I ever wanted...” you wailed on, continuing to spill out your deepest darkest secrets like you were at a therapy session and Natasha and Wanda were your therapists.

In a sense, Wanda felt that.

Growing up with Pietro within Hydra ever since they had been babies, she had never known her parents. All she had known were Hydra’s harsh ways, and when the Avengers had come to clear out the Hydra facility and Tony had offered them visas and you had allowed them onto the team, Wanda never truly knew what the meaning of family was.

The Avengers were her home. Her family. Her life.

So when Wanda had quietly said that she was going to go get Steve and Bucky, Natasha held your hand.

And she held your hand until you eventually fell asleep again, dreaming about your boys.

A little over three months later…

You had made a quick recovery, due to the serum that ran through your veins. So on an early morning, you were out on your usual run of fifteen miles with Steve and Bucky.

The sun had yet to rise as the three of you ran down the perimeter of the Compound. Dawn had not even broken in yet either. You were in the lead, followed by Steve, and then Bucky. But you had cooked up a conspiracy that Bucky just allowed Steve to get ahead of him.

Little shit.

Upon finishing your fifteenth and final mile, you stopped running.

Heavy pants even came from you.

Steve and Bucky were just about done too. The both of them stopped and panted as well.

“Yup…” came out of you in pants. “Fifteen miles. On the dot.”

“Yup,” breathed Steve. Bucky nodded his agreement.

“I’m hitting the showers. You guys wanna come with?”

In the wing of the Avengers Compound, were the private apartments that belonged to everyone on the Avengers team. Your room was smack dab in between Steve and Bucky’s. Originally, when Tony had built the Compound, you were still looking for the two supersoldiers. You searched and searched and searched and searched. Day and night, you had stalked the deep depths of the Internet for any scrap of information that anyone had on them.

Tony had built these three rooms specifically for the three of you. The three apartments were inter-connected, and the three of you could go back and forth whenever the three of you pleased.

You had just got into your apartment, smelling like a sweaty mess. Yanking off your workout clothes, you tossed them in the hamper that you kept for your dirty clothes. Grabbing a fresh set of clothes, as well as a new bra and panties.

Putting them on your sink counter, you turned on your shower, turning the dial a bit to the left. You liked your showers hotter than normal people. Not quite as hot as Daenerys Targaryen from Game of Thrones, but still, pretty hot.

What could you say?

You thoroughly enjoyed your so-called “dragon showers.”

Pushing your shower curtain open, you stepped into your bathtub. Pulling it back so you’d have some peace and quiet, you began to shave and shampoo your hair.

Just then, your shower curtain was opened.

You had nearly jumped.

It was Steve and Bucky. Bucky and Steve. Your boys.

Your mouth open agape, you watched as they, completely unashamed of their nakedness, stepped into your bathtub like they owned it. Bucky pulled the shower curtain back so it would close the three of you off, allowing the three of you some privacy.

“You know, if you wanted to shower with me, all you could do was ask. Not just barge in. We’re not living in the caveman ages.” Your sassy clap back had Steve and Bucky both rolling their eyes and shaking their heads. Even though your face was turned, you quite imagined them doing it.

“See? Proved my point.”

Lathering your loofah with your body wash, Steve had begun to scrub you down as Bucky scrubbed your hair with his flesh and metal fingers.

Seeing the black and gold arm was truly a masterpiece. Shuri had done a fantastic job with it.

“You don’t have to do that,” you sighed to both of them.

“We don’t.” Steve easily agreed with you. “But we want to.”

Crouching to his knees, he scrubbed your thighs and went lower to your legs.

“You almost done with her legs, Stevie? I’m almost done scrubbin’ her hair,” said Bucky. “Almost done, Buck,” Steve confirmed. Once Steve rose up, it was clear that he had finished scrubbing you off. Grabbing your shower caddy, you rinsed yourself off. When you knew that you were done rinsing yourself off, you put your shower caddy back and leaned into your boys.

“We need to talk.” Steve’s deep voice broke you out of your stupor.

Oh, those words.

Oh, how those words made you oh so nervous.

“Bout what?”

You had turned your head a little. You were looking at Steve. And then you were turning your head a little the other way, so you could look at Bucky.

“About us,” Bucky added softly.

You swore your heart clenched.

“Natasha and Wanda told us about what happened in the room. When you were cleared to go down to the ICU floor.” Steve explained to you gently.

“I…” you blinked a little.

Truth be told, you only remembered bits and pieces of what you had told the other two women. You had remembered blabbing about Steve and Bucky’s dicks for one, but everything after that, well… it was a little bit hazy.

“Did you really crash the plane into the Arctic?” came Steve’s gentle voice.

Suddenly, everything came back to you. It was as if reality had crash-landed on you.

Everything hit you. Everything everywhere all at once.

“Y-Y… Yeah.” was the only word that you spoke.

Looking at the shower nozzle, you slowly lost yourself in your thoughts again.

“When I lost both of you on the train… I… I felt like I lost myself. I didn’t eat or sleep for days. Timmy had to bitch at me to get my ass outta bed. I couldn’t… I couldn’t mourn you. I didn’t know how. There weren’t any bodies that they found. All I did was scream and cry. I did it for so many months. Screaming. Crying. Throwing up. All of that. So when I managed to catch Red Skull and I managed to kill him, I still didn’t… I didn’t feel complete. You two… you weren’t coming back. Killing him… it wouldn’t do anything.”

“So when I crashed it in the Arctic, I thought, ‘This was it. If I could crash it and I died, then maybe, just maybe, we’d be reunited.’ I couldn’t bear to think about a world that didn’t have you two in it. I didn’t know how I could possibly go on. Nothing was right anymore. The food didn’t taste right. The weather… it didn’t feel as good. Nothing felt good.”

The sounds of the shower contentiously going down the drain filled the empty silence.

Just then, you suddenly found yourself being picked up.

A yelp of surprise came from you.

“We love you,” Steve announced.

You blinked.

You had to process those words.

You really had to.

“We love you. We really do. We never stopped loving you. We always thought about you. Even when we were getting our minds wiped, again and again, we still thought about you. Even if we didn’t remember you or not. We still did.” Bucky added quietly.

By now, you were pretty positive that you were crying.

But you weren’t all that quite sure yet.

“I…” you breathed out, your chest heaving up and down in shock. “I-I don’t… I don’t… I don’t know what to say…” you whimpered.

“You don’t have to say anything,” Steve said quickly.

Oh, but you did need to say something.

You did.

Desperately.

Because if you did not say anything, you probably would never be able to muster up the courage to ever say these words ever again.

“I love you too. I love the two of you so much.”

Were you picturing confessing your love to your old boyfriends in a shower around six AM like a fantasy?

No. Not really, no.

You hadn’t been anticipating it.

Nor had you been thinking about doing it either.

Something deep in Steve and Bucky’s guts snapped.

And you felt it. Call it a sixth sense, but you didn’t really put up a fight nor did you question why you were suddenly slammed against the wall.

You weren’t really surprised when Steve had been the first one to slam his dick in you.

Nope.

Not at all.

You choked.

Like, out loud.

You might have even gasped.

There was nothing to hold onto as Steve plummeted you into the wall like a madman.

He just couldn’t do it anymore.

He didn’t want to suffer anymore.

He wanted it to be like the old days.

Like in those ye olden days, back in that one-bedroom apartment that the three of you shared.

How he desperately wanted the good old times back.

You cried out in pleasure when your orgasm made your thighs shake. It was a little sore considering the fact that you had run fifteen miles already.

And you just knew that having sex with Steve and Bucky would just make the burn feel even worse.

But was it worth it?

Hell fucking yeah it was.

Briefly, you heard Steve grunt as he came in you, the blond-haired supersoldier gasping. Sucking in as much air as he could.

“Don’t hog her the entire time Stevie, I want a slice of cake too.” Came Bucky’s amused tone.

Almost like a camera rearing into focus, your vision snapped right back.

You were staring into Bucky’s eyes, all the while you took in deep breaths.

When Steve pulled out of you, you swore you felt some leakage down there.

The sounds of Bucky walking closer to you made your pussy clench. You even felt it throb in anticipation. Between Bucky and Steve, Steve was always off working in the comic strip place he had worked at after graduating from art school, and considering that Bucky ended his shifts at the docks early, you and he had sex more than you or Steve. Mostly because of Steve’s condition. You didn’t want to accidentally hurt him in any way.

But goddamn, could he use his dick.

You inwardly shivered when you saw the look on Bucky’s face. Even though the water was still hot, and steam was rising up.

Your mouth dropped open when he thrusted himself inside of you.

Your entire body shuddered.

Cause Jesus frigging Christ, he filled you up so well.

“Shit, Jimmy,” was all that came out of you in pants. “You sound like Becca,” Bucky grumbled, making you laugh a little. A snicker from Steve.

He started moving.

Plowing into you, again and again, savoring the way your back smacked against the marble wall of your bathtub.

“Keep hitting her just right, Buck. The noises our best girl makes should point you in the right direction.” teased Steve as he watched from the opposite corner of your bathtub. He was scrubbing himself off with an orange loofah, one that he had brought from his own shower in his apartment.

“Don’t tell me what to do, Stevie.” snapped Bucky as he slammed into just right, causing your eyes to roll into the back of your head. Pleasure was coursing through you as you reached your peak.

Your second orgasm hadn’t been enough to make you feel like your legs were jelly.

You were still okay.

Not yet.

Bucky breathed into your neck, his hips stuttering when he came inside of you.

One of your hands managed to reach up, gently stroking his shoulder-length, chestnut hair.

The soft moment was interrupted by Steve.

Of course.

If Bucky was a little shit, then Steve was the OG little shit.

And they were your boys.

Boy, you could pick em.

“Move over Buck,” snipped Steve. “Greedy asshole,” was Bucky’s snarky remark. A little whimper came from you when Bucky pulled out. The brunet-haired man had decided to wash his hair, scrubbing his scalp before rinsing it off as the feeling of being empty filled his senses.

The feeling of emptiness didn’t last long, however. Because Steve rammed himself back into you, causing your eyes to roll back into your head as your vaginal walls clenched down around his cock.

Feeling all of Steve inside of you made your body seize up a little. Steve hissed when he felt the way your vaginal walls clenched around his erection.

Right before Steve thought about thrusting into you, Bucky had finished scrubbing himself off and was looking at his best pal with a disapproving look on his face.

“Why ya givin’ me that nasty look, pal?” Steve huffed at him.

You were trying really hard to make sure you still remembered you were still in your shower.

“Don’t be so greedy, punk.” Bucky slapped his shoulder. “Yeah Steve,” you were helpfully adding, “Don’t be so greedy. There’s plenty of me to go around Rogers.”

A yelp filled the bathroom as you felt Steve pull out of you, just for him to slam himself right back into your pussy. His release, yours, and Bucky’s smeared and trickled down your legs. Your pussy was so wet from taking both Steve and Bucky.

Luckily for you. You were a supersoldier. So this was no sweat.

But what happened next…

Yeah… you were not prepared for that.

Something akin to a whine of protest came from you when Steve pulled out. Only for Bucky to take charge and push himself completely inside of you. Causing your head to loll, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as you gasped.

Your hands clenched into a fist as water streamed down from the shower caddy onto your head. Water dripped down your face and down your body as you tried to frantically take all of this in.

“No more keeping us at arm's length, Doll,” Steve told you sternly as Bucky pulled out, as Steve slammed back in. It made you cry out. You were also pretty sure everyone else was about to wake up right now. Or at least, they were about to.

Steve and Bucky took turns pounding into you, making you come again and again. They both held your body tight, watching as your orgasm overcame you.

Your body twitched. Deep gasps and whimpers came from you.

Coming so hard, so deeply inside of you, Bucky and Steve grunted. Gasped, just like you. Breathed in deep as Steve’s hands fell to grope your ass tight, keeping you in place as his fingers slid up into your messy, abused, slopping mess of a pussy. Plugging you up, determined to keep as much as the combined fluids that were you, him, and Bucky.

The water continued to run down the drain.

When the three of you had decided to finally get out of the shower, the boys couldn’t contain themselves.

No.

They could not.

After the stint in the shower, you had been thoroughly brought to completion with Steve and Bucky on either side of you. You, sucking off Bucky while Steve, bless him, was pounding your ass like his life depended on it.

And it did.

It really did.

Could you fault him? You had a great ass.

Coming with a shout, Bucky swore loudly in Russian. Possibly so loud that probably even Natasha heard it from the kitchen.

You nearly choked on his dick when he came down your throat, his sac tightening as he gave and gave all he could to you at that very moment.

It was around this time that Steve came inside of you, filling you up. Bending his head down so he could sink his teeth into your shoulder, leaving a mark. Not necessarily breaking the skin, but it would leave a mark.

The three of you, with you, sandwiched between Steve and Bucky. Taking in deep breaths as the apparent stench of sex filled your bedroom.

A loud knocking on the door disrupted the peace.

“Hey! Yasha! Rogers! Cap! Get downstairs or else you won’t get any breakfast!” Pietro shouted from the other side of the door.

The three of you got up in a panic.

Meanwhile, the rest of the team was happily eating their breakfast.

Tony was nursing a cup of coffee as he blindly swiped at his tablet, looking at the news.

Clint and Natasha were eating together, Clint with his plate piled high with eggs, bacon, and potatoes. Natasha with some pancakes that had been well dressed with maple syrup.

Sam had his plate pilled high like Clint and was eagerly chewing on his potatoes while in a deep discussion with Rhodey over what they were going to eat tonight at their usual place.

“There’s this new place that opened up in Harlem, my sis Sarah overheard that it’s really good…”

Pietro was happily eating his pancakes, topped with peanut butter and chocolate sauce. And you know. Powdered sugar and copious amounts of maple syrup. Wanda was the same. Vision was still in his Android form, informing the team here and there about the things that they needed to catch up on.

Such was the sight when you, Steve, and Bucky finally walked into the kitchen.

“Oh, there you three are!” Tony shrieked. All you did was blink, while Steve and Bucky openly rolled their eyes at the eccentric Avenger. Fixing the three of your plates, Wanda happily slid them over as the three of you took your seats.

“You woke us up! All of us! What with your debauchery!”

Now you were rolling your eyes in Tony’s direction. “It was worth it,” you shrugged. Tony just made a noise in his throat as you started to eat and chew.

“Milk? Tea? Coffee? Apple juice? Orange juice?” Wanda offered.

“Coffee. With milk and two sugars, please.” You replied kindly.

“Coffee. Black, please.” was Steve’s reply as he scarfed down his food.

“Coffee with milk and sugar, please.” Bucky’s kind reply as he swallowed his food.

“Three coffee’s, coming right up.” Her chipper voice made the three of you smile.

As the team continued to eat and talk, you couldn’t help but smile.

This was where you were supposed to be.

This was where you belonged.

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The Merchant's Daughter by pagesoflauren - Chapter 2

Steve Rogers or Ransom Drysdale x partially named! Southast Asian/East Asian!Reader

Important Note: I gave the reader a last name in order to make her easy to identify when she’s addressed and referred to in later chapters. I don’t want to give her a first name, which is why I still consider it a reader-insert style story. You can name her whatever you’d like.

Summary: Just before the beginning of your first season out to society, you meet one man in the rain while your father hosts another as his esteemed guest. With your attention divided, both men stand a great loss in light of your possible rejection.

Warnings: swearing, reader is backed into a lover corner (no throuple), racism/racial prejudice, misogyny, eventual smut, angst. More warnings to come!

A/N: Everyone can read this and feedback/constructive criticism is more than welcome. If any Asian readers want to drop some suggestions, please leave them here, send me an ask, slide into my DMs!

HUGE THANK YOU goes to @eightcevanscentral for beta'ing this. And I must thank @myoxisbroken, the queen of all things historically accurate, for all her help and advice. ❤️

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The rapping at his door startles Ransom, making his neck strain as he pulls his head up from the cushiony surface of his pillow.

His temples sting and ache as he rolls over in his bed, the curtains still drawn to prevent as much sunlight from coming in as possible.

The mattress squeaks under his weight as he shifts to sit up and he groans as the blood rushes unpleasantly to his forehead, the resulting throbbing sensation making him groan in complaint.

“Hugh Drysdale, open this god-forsaken door immediately!”

Recognizing the stern voice with a slight tremble, Ransom’s head rolls back in irritation.

It’s far too early for this, he grouchily thinks to himself.

His grandfather knocks again, louder and faster this time. The younger man feels his teeth grit in irritation and he throws the covers off his legs and violently swipes up his robe that hangs from the frame at the foot of the bed. Pulling the silky material over his shoulders, he aggressively ties the string around his waist before pulling the door open.

His eyes sting from the sunlight pouring into the hallway of the boarding house he’s renting a suite in, the pain making him flinch away dramatically.

“Hell and the Devil confound it,” Ransom whines like a child.

“Oh, come off it, boy,” his grandfather gripes, nudging the door further open with the head of his cane. The motion forces Ransom to step backward to avoid getting his toes caught underneath the wood.

Harlan cries out in disgust as he enters the suite, waving his hand to clear the repulsing odor of alcohol and sex from his nose. The door clicks closed and he grabs the center edges of the curtains, pulling them apart and letting light in despite his grandson’s protesting.

“Heaven and Earth,” Harlan sighs in relief as he pushes the window open, breathing in the fresh air that floods into the space. “You’d think something in here died,” he wrinkles his nose as the smell slowly dissipates and looks around.

“On the contrary,” Ransom presses his fingers into his eyelids, “I feel as though I am dying with the bloody sunlight coming in.”

“As I said before, come off it,” the older man commands, folding his hands over the head of his cane and tapping the ground with it.

The sound is familiar from Ransom’s childhood, something that signaled he needed to give his grandfather his full attention.

However, Ransom is no longer a child, so he pays it no mind.

That doesn’t stop Harlan from trying again by clearing his throat.

Shaking his head and shrugging with his hand, Ransom wonders sarcastically if he should call for some tea.

“This is not the time for your sarcasm, boy--”

“Stop calling me that,” Ransom protests, annoyance clear in his voice.

“If you want me to stop calling you a boy, then I suggest you start acting like a man,” Harlan replies.

“Look around you, grandfather,” Ransom opens his arms and gestures to the room. “This is me being a man. I live on my own, do as I please, with no one to answer to--”

“I’m certain you know what I mean,” his grandfather interrupts, tapping his cane against the floor again. “A man doesn’t live in a suite in a boarding house. A man doesn’t gamble away his grandfather’s money. A man doesn’t visit the brothels--”

“Then enlighten me, dear grandfather,” Ransom requests in fake curiosity. “What does a man do by your standards?”

“A man gets married.”

Scoffing and rolling his eyes, Ransom sits in the lounging chair in the corner of the room, propping his feet onto the ottoman.

Harlan continues, “He is head of a household. He takes some damn responsibility!”

“Grandfather, it is so unlike you to use such vulgar language,” the younger man feigns offense, knowing fully well he has used worse language across his lifetime compared to him.

Pointing a warning finger at him, the gentleman cuts to the quick, “You will listen here, boy,” he puts more force into the way he addresses his 28-year-old grandson, “You’re eight and twenty, old enough to take a wide and set up your nursery. I will no longer provide for this wretched lifestyle you lead.”

That captures Ransom’s full attention, wiping all dismissal of his grandfather’s words off of his face. Harlan can see it--anyone with eyes could, frankly--he was scared.

“Grandfather, what are you implying?” he wonders, sitting up and placing his feet on the floor. He’s listening intently, now.

“If you are not married by the end of this year, you’ll not get a single penny from me, or your parents.”

He rises to his feet. “You cannot do that!”

“As God is my witness!” Harlan counters, tapping his cane on the floor as a judge pounds his gavel and matching Ransom’s volume. “Not a single pound or shilling!”

“Grandfather, please,” Ransom implores pathetically. “Marriage is so odious, there’s no woman in the world who has kept my interest for more than a week--”

“Then I suggest you start cleaning yourself up to help you find a suitable lady to court and take on as your wife,” the older man states with finality. “And I suggest you do it fast. My mind is made up.”

The two of them stand in silence, Harlan letting his words sink in and Ransom slowly absorbing them.

Clearing his throat and adjusting his coat, the gentleman excuses himself, “I’ll leave you to it, then.”

He makes his way to the door and opens it, the creaking sound seeming to jar his grandson.

“Grandfather,” he says, sounding like a child. “Why?”

Sighing and taking his hand off the doorknob, he folds them over the top of his cane again, “I have my reasons, and there are many.”

He pauses, sifting through them, trying to decide which one he should mention now. “When I agreed to finance your bachelor lifestyle, fund this suite, and provide you with an allowance...this way of life,” he looks around once more, wrinkling his nose. “This is not what I agreed to. I never expected you to continue down this road for this long. You’re nearly thirty years old, for God’s sake!”

Harlan points out the obvious with his explanation. “It’s time for you to take some responsibility and fully realize your adulthood.”

Ransom is silent for a moment, before speaking, “Is there no way--”

“None,” Harlan shakes his head firmly. “You marry by the end of the year or your generous inheritance goes elsewhere. By the way you’ve been living, it would just go to waste in your possession.”

With that, Harlan tips his hat and leaves the room.

Slumping back into the seat, Ransom kicks the ottoman in a burst of rage. He regrets it shortly after, however, because now his feet have nowhere to rest but the cold, hardwood floor.

He props his elbows on the arm of the chair, pressing his fingertips into his temple in frustration.

His grandfather created a losing game for him. If Ransom continued to do what he wanted, he would stand to have nothing next year.

If he married--the mere thought of it makes him shudder.

He’ll admit, he likes women. He likes them in his bed, moaning his name; on their knees, worshipping him; in his lap, fawning over him.

Conversing with them can be stimulating, but after a while, it grows so dull. To be fair, it’s the same with men, too.

In general, people are rather boring.

Find a suitable woman, his grandfather had said.

A woman who would please him in bed, keep to herself but be interesting enough when he was forced to talk to her. That would be an ideal woman. The perfect wife.

Where in Hell is he going to find her?

At breakfast, your father calls to you from his seat where he lounges for the afternoon, “My lotus blossom, you have a letter.”

Gasping eagerly, you place your novel on the table and get up from the sofa, walking as calmly as you can to him where he holds it out for you to take. Your mother places her teacup down and watches you intently, waiting to see what message is in store for you.

It’s a beautiful envelope with a red wax seal to keep the flap shut. It feels surreal in your hands--before being out to society, you would get invitations but your parents would withhold them from you, saying it was not the time for you yet.

You had heard the words “perhaps next year,” plenty of times. Little did you know that last year was finally an instance where that phrase was true.

Back in your seat, you break the seal, opening the envelope and pulling out the invitation.

“I’ve been invited to the Forsters’ ball!” you inform your parents excitedly.

Your mother lets out a sound of exclamation, her face lighting up and she reaches for the piece of paper.

“Well, I should hope so,” your father scoffs. “They are some of my best customers.”

You laugh as you hand the invitation to your mother, “Father, I believe everyone in London is your best customer. You’re the most prominent silk trader in town.”

“Well,” he dismisses, spooning another heap of jam onto his toast, “all the more reason for me to believe you should be extended more invitations for such affairs.”

You purse your lips, silently taking a bite of your own breakfast. The toasted bread is a little on the tough side, you couldn’t wait until the cook would prepare a fresh loaf. As you take a bite and chew, you consider how long it’s been since the season started.

You count the weeks, wondering how many balls and parties and dinners have passed that you were not invited to.

How many hosts did not want you there.

“Of course, there’s nothing to fret about, lotus,” your father quickly adds, “There’s still plenty of time in the season. And perhaps you’ll make acquaintances at the Forsters’ ball which will lead to more invitations!”

Despite his intention to encourage you, you can’t help but continue to worry. You’ve waited so long to be out in society, you’re quite late compared to your peers and have had so few interactions with people outside of the household. The only exceptions to that are the late Mrs. Thrombey and the men of the Rogers family.

The Commodore has been a pleasant guest for the most part, though you don’t get many opportunities to speak to him. Granted, part of it is your mother trying to prevent the house staff from gossiping. But, the majority of the reason is your father.

He’s always so eager to speak to him about anything in the world. You figure it’s him finally having someone who can resemble a son; you’re not offended, though.

In your spare time, when your mother is occupied with other things or when it is late at night and your father is in his study, you’d sit with him. He taught you nearly everything there is to know about silk distribution, maintaining a business, and communicating with buyers. With the demand for silk slowly growing, so was his business. He got busier and busier as the years went on, and you followed along, silently observing from the shadows.

Somewhere in the back of your mind, you had considered that you were the best option to take over the business when your father was ready to retire. There were some obstacles to overcome; you are a woman and there was still more you had to learn, but it could be done. Perhaps you would read more--

“My dear,” your mother speaks, jarring you from your thoughts. “Be sure to have your reply ready. We’ll send a footman to the Forsters’ as soon as you’ve written it.”

Now, there are more important things to focus your attention on; the thing that your mother is so hyper-fixated on that you are nearly not permitted to think of anything else: finding a husband.

And hopefully, the Forsters’ ball would be the start of it.

Nodding, you gather the letter and envelope, bunching your skirt in your hands as you excitedly run out of the dining room before your mother can scold you.

As you make your way up the stairs, you nearly run into another body at the top.

“Oh!” you exclaim, stepping back to give him space, but gravely overestimating how much room you have behind you. You gasp as you feel yourself falling backward, arms flailing as you try to find something to grab onto.

Commodore Rogers catches you instead, large hands coming around your waist and pulling you with him as he steps back into the hallway so that you have room to steady yourself. Your palms and the letter slap onto his chest as you clumsily try to find your balance.

You mean to look at him out of politeness when you thank him, but the words die in your throat as your eyes meet his.

“Are you alright?” he checks, voice soft so as not to startle you.

“Oh,” you say again, eyes wide and lost in his cerulean gaze. Blinking, you gather yourself and shake your head. “Yes, thank you, Commodore,” you answer his question and step back.

The two of you stare for a silent moment and it’s hard to think with your heart hammering in your chest.

Then, his stomach grumbles.

He laughs, looking down bashfully while you giggle in amusement.

“I believe you are overdue for breakfast, Commodore.”

“You’d be correct, Miss Lascar.”

Curtsying, you sidestep around him, “Well, I’ll leave you to it. There’s plenty of food to go around. And I’m sure my father will be pleased to see how well-rested you look.”

“Thank you, Miss. Good morning.”

He turns to descend the stairs and you stand tacked in your place, watching the golden head of his hair disappear below. Pursing your lips, you feel the rough texture of the paper in your hands and remember your task.

You continue down the hall, enter your room, and sit at your writing desk to confirm your attendance to the ball.

Two Weeks Later

The carriage ride home from the Forsters’ ball is rickety, but you’re grateful for it nonetheless. You sigh in relief at the sight of your home coming into view. It’s far too early in the morning--you’re not sure what time, exactly.

The sky is just beginning to turn a lighter shade of blue, but as you look up and see the clouds hanging above, you know it will be overcast later on in the day.

You do your best to step lightly despite your aching feet and keep your shoulders up despite your exhaustion. The night was long, filled with delicious foods and wines, standing for long hours and even a fair share of dances.

You step carefully as you pass the Commodore’s room, making your way down the corridor until you reach your bedroom.

“Sleep well, my dear,” your mother whispered, catching your attention in the middle of blissful thoughts of lying underneath your sheets.

Remembering yourself, you turn back to her, taking her hands and pressing your forehead to hers. “You too, mother.”

Facing your door again, you find your handmaid placing a cup of tea on your vanity.

“Chamomile and ginger, miss,” Rosie says with an enthusiastic smile, which is impressive given the time. She must be tired. “The master of the house said it should prevent you from getting sick.”

You manage to chuckle at your father being so overbearing, even when you aren’t home. “I doubt going to a ball will make me ill,” you say, sitting in front of the mirror and taking a sip.

“Is it to your liking, miss?”

“Rosie,” you sigh, “You know you’re the best at making tea for me.”

Her smile turns pleased and she gently places her hands on your shoulders to ensure you’re in an optimal position for her to get you ready for bed.

“Hold still, please, miss,” she requests quietly, reaching for your earrings. When she removes them, she meets your gaze in the mirror. “Will you tell me about your evening, miss?”

With the excitement in her eyes, you consider lying to her, conjuring up a fascinating story in the moment about how you made countless amounts of friends and danced with dozens of men.

Your sigh gives you away and her face shifts to one of concern.

“Miss?”

“I can’t say it was particularly stimulating,” you reveal, choosing to be honest. “Three men asked me to dance, which was lovely. Though, only in the way that nobody stepped on my toes or my dress.”

She takes off your necklace next, eyes still flicking to look at your face in the mirror to indicate she’s still listening.

“And it was easy to tell they did not want to dance with me.”

“Oh, miss,” she sighs and shakes her head, placing your necklace into your jewelry box before closing it, “You cannot make such an assumption.”

“But I can,” you insist as she begins to remove the pins in your hair. “There was some conversation, but they were not listening much. The number of times I had to repeat myself…” you trail off. “Not to mention how once the dance was over they all but disappeared.”

She looks thoughtful as she wrestles a particularly stubborn pin buried between some strands of hair, but when she finally pulls it out, she looks triumphant. Then, she meets your gaze again. “Surely, you made some new acquaintances, though, miss?”

“You are far too optimistic, Rosetta,” you laugh sadly, using her proper name so that she knows you do not mean to joke. “I was invisible the entire night.”

There were only three instances where you were acknowledged by others: when Mrs. Forster greeted you upon entry, when another young lady accidentally bumped into you, and when Mrs. Forster saw you off at the end of the ball. You recount these as the last of the pins are removed, your scalp tingling and relaxing after your hair was pulled every which way to look presentable.

“For a young lady participating in the social season,” you begin bitterly, your voice becoming watery as tears sting your eyes, “I’m hardly socializing. Not that I do not want to, but because it seems no one wants to engage with me.”

Rosie is silent, picking up your hairbrush and beginning to run it through the tangles.

“If I may be so bold to request to speak freely, miss,” she requests, continuing when you say nothing, “I believe you surpass all the ladies in beauty and they mean to act so coldly to you because of that.”

“What do you mean?” your face scrunches up in confusion. You look nothing like anyone else in London. Your skin is a different tone, your eyes a different shape. Even your hair stands out; where the epitome of beauty is blonde like sunshine with curls, your hair is dark as a night sky, slick and straight.

Rosie seems to know what you’re thinking, “Nobody else looks like you, miss. At least, no one who is out in society. Your features are unique and difficult to miss, but that does not mean you are not beautiful. In my opinion, it warrants a second glance. And your skin is radiant and smooth, such beauty that would make any lady in any ballroom envious. Your hair may not have curls like theirs, but it is so plentiful and healthy and shiny…”

You smile as she gushes about you, unable to prevent yourself.

“Not to mention, miss, I’ve been working in this household for years, and your mother’s face has not changed at all compared to the other ladies of her age. Neither has your father’s. I reckon in ten years’ time, you will be the same.”

You laugh at that, a sense of gratitude washing over you when she places a hand on your shoulder. Covering it with your own, you give it a squeeze.

“Perhaps last night was just others seeing you for the first time and not knowing how to react,” she posits as she resumes brushing your hair. “The longer the season goes and the more they see you, the more they will begin to see just how lovely you are, miss. And who knows?” she shrugs, “The other ladies may then want to imitate you because so many men will fall at your feet.”

With your hair finally detangled, Rosie picks up a ribbon and places it at the edge of the table within reach.

“Besides,” she smiles as she weaves your hair into a long braid at the back of your head, “It’s not like you won’t get any attention from any man at all. Not with the Commodore here.”

You mean to ask her more, but a yawn takes over your mouth, drawing your attention to how tired you are.

“Alright, miss,” Rosie says quietly as she ties the ribbon around the end of your braid. “Time to get you into your nightgown and into bed.”

Undressing is quick with her help, which you thank her for as you walk around the side of your bed and lie down. She helps you pull the covers up to your shoulders, patting the sheets down to make sure you’re cocooned comfortably.

“Sleep well, miss. I’ll be back in a few hours just to check on you in case you get hungry or need anything.”

“Thank you, Rosie,” you reply drowsily, words slightly incoherent as your face presses into the pillow. “You get some rest as well.”

You hear her footsteps recede before the door creaks open quietly and shuts softly.

As you drift to sleep, Rosie’s comment about the Commodore echoes in your mind.

Perhaps that was the only wish you had for the past evening: you wished he was there with you. With a friend at your side, you would not have been so alone. Perhaps then, you would not have been invisible.

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profoundtyrantharmony · 3 years ago

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Title : Free Time

Warning : None.

Pairing : Steve Rogers x Asian!Female!Reader

Words : 1575

Request : @svetlana-beilschmidt "On their rare day offs both like to relax and cook y/n smiles and mentions she has a recipie of home meals from her childhood and both are foodies and gives it a go".

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Being an Avengers is a pride that few people can brag about, and no one does. We dedicate our lives to our line of work. We save the world from aliens, robots, secret nazies organisation..., we protect citizens..., we are your shield. Thanks to us, you can live freely without fearing for your lives every other days. Being an Avengers is an honor and we are all glad to be part of such an amazing team, a familly.

But as you can imagine, there is also days where we'd wish to be normal citizens, not supersoldiers, gods, spies or else. Being able to walk on the street without being recognise by passerby is something that most of us can't do anymore. People, you, love us, respect us, but the fact is, you don't really know us or what it's like to be one of us, the concessions we must do to protect ourself and our familly or possible loved ones. What you also might not know is that we don't have hollidays or as much as free times schedule in advance as you common people. Between fighting, training, writing reports, meeting, fighting again...free times, hobbies or hollidays are not easy to plan, especially when we don't know if a mission will be during longer or shorter that what was planned. Plus, villains have the tendencies to always repeat themselves no matter how many time we stopped them which is particularly annoying.

But we made it work. Some people would give up...but not us. It's important for a team and a group in general to maintain a certain amount of relaxation time in order to always be ready in case of an impending mission, and for our mental health it's evidently an added bonus.

Today is one of those day, we just came back earlier from an important mission in Siberia, where a Hydra base was found collecting pieces of alien technology to make weapons of mass destructions out of it. Again !! It was a tough mission but we made it successfully. As we came earlier that means we have more time off duty. Each member have their own way of relaxing after a mission. First of all, we all take a shower and refresh ourself (washing all the dirt, the blood and sweat sticking to our skin to erase the smell of death), then we have to write the mission's report (this way we won't have to do it later), finally we usually hang out together in the living room. The day after we often disperse ourself. Clint and Natasha go to the farm for some familly time as well as Sam and Bucky who go to Louisiana to see Sara and her sons (Bucky internally hopes Sara and him could be a thing in the near future). Wanda and Vision spend time together visiting cities near. Bruce takes advantage of his free time to go watch seminaries about science and societal problems. Tony works in the lab as far as Pepper isn't here to dissuade him. Loki goes to see some art exhibitionniste and visits Museum. Thor stay at the tower since him and Jane are over. Just like Steve and I, we always try new recipes (that Thor will validate or not) after a mission.

Steve and I are huge food lovers. We try our hands on french food with dishes like le bœuf bourguignon, la quiche Lorraine le pot au feu, la tartiflette and some french desserts too like le Mille Feuilles, le Paris-Brest, le baba au rhum... We also tries some Spanish, German and Italian foods. The fact is we both love to cook and to eat, but we also appreciate to discover new flavors, taste and recipe typical from certain country. That is why we enjoyed the asian food so much, it's totally different from the occidental countries. We already try to cook Japanese Gyoza, bo bun from Vietnam, Korean bibimbap, pad thaï from Thaïland and Chow Mein from China. I am from the Philippines but I still never try and cook some traditionnal food from my homeland with Steve.

Cooking with Steve is our ritual, the best one that exist obviously. When we cook together, it is always calm and relaxing, we both take our time, we each help the other when one of us is in difficulty. Steve often makes me listen to old thirties and fourties musics which is incredibly calming.

This morning I woke up early to prepare the ingredients for our meals. Actually it's been a while since I wanted to cook this typical dish from my homeland. It's a special recipe that my maternal grand-mother would do to me when I was a little girl. I was eager to see the face of Steve when I'll suggest it. Right now he was doing his jogging like everyday so that left me some time to sort of all the food.

One hour later, I hear the elevator bell ring and see Steve coming out of it.

"Hi sweetheart, did you sleep well ?" He asks kissing me on the forehead.

"Like a baby, what about your running ?" I answered smiling genuinely back at him.

"It feels good actually, refreshing. Not a lot of people this early in the morning." He takes me in his arm, this time kissing me on the lips.

"You're all sweaty !" I say laughing while trying to get out of his grasp. "Go take a shower and then we can snuggle if you want."

"I know you love me, don't even try to resist my natural musk we both know you like it." He says with a wink and a huge grin adorning is baby face. He then looks at the ingredients on the kitchen table then at me : "What are we cooking this time ?"

"It's a traditionnal meal from my homeland, it's call a Sinigang na baboy. Basically it's a Filipino stew characterized by its sour and savory taste. It is most often associated with tamarind, although it can use different sour fruits or leaves as the souring agent. My grand-mother used to cook this meal to me everytime I came to see her...it's been a long time and I'm a bit nostalgic."

"I'd be honored if you'd teach me how to cook this familly recipe." He tells me while taking the side of my face with his big hands. "Plus, the way you describe it makes it seems incredibly delicious, I'm sure even Thor would say that and he's not particularly into sour food."

"Ok, then go shower and we'll start cooking right after."

After the shower Steve heads to the kitchen to cook with his best girl, Me. We always cook together during our time but today is a bit different. Indeed, this time it's a familly recipe so I'm a bit more demanding than usual, which apparently is kinda cute in a way. I'm giving him very specific advice about the best piece of pork, how to cut the veggies and so on for a better aspect in the plate. I also tell him about my grand-mother, some anecdotes about my time in the Philippines. Steve listens with attention but sometimes he just stops listening to look at me. The way I speaks with such knowing and passion about this is simply addictive (that's what he told me).

When we finish and are proud of ourself, we call Thor for his judgement.

"What do you say the name of this meal is Lady y/n ?"

"Sinigang na baboy, it's Filipino. Now taste it please." You answer with a smile.

"It's different...the first bite it's like a taste I don't really like, the sourness is really present but the other ingredients makes it bearable and the more I eat it and the more I love it. Which make this dish really excellent ! ANOTHER !!" He screams with enthusiasm.

"We're gonna let some for the other buddy." Steve tries to reason with the him without laughing at the pouting god.

"Next time we could do an other Filipino recipe, like some Adobo for instance."

"Lady y/n you too precious !" He exults. "What is it exactly this...Adobo ?

"Basically, Adobo is the immersion or raw food in a stock or sauce composed variously of paprika, oregano, salt, garlic, and vinegar to preserve and enhance its flavor."

"It looks strange but I'd like to try. May I ask if you could do something now, something sugary maybe ?"

Here goes the tooth rooting god.

"I suppose we can do some Halo-Halo, it's a supreme shaved ice dessert ; or we could do some Lengua de Gato which is our version of butter cookies. There are so much more dessert we can do I can't think of everything." You tell them rambling a bit at the end.

"That would be amazing my Lady, it seems perfect for my goddly appetite." He is grinning like a child on christmas, so adorable coming from this giant man. I look at Steve but he is already staring me in the eyes with such tenderness I thought for a seconde I would fall.

"Alright Gentlemen we got work to do." The rest of the day passes calmly without interuption except the ones from Thor himself who wanted to taste absolutely everything.

Besides this we spend an amazing free time day, with friends, lover, and of course with delicious food.

*This is the end my second fic, hope you enjoyed reading it*

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onsunnyside · 2 years ago

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dumpling feeding your soulmate while he carries your baby in a wrap is officially a love language

Could I pls request either a Steve/Ransom x wife!reader where they’re married and the reader is teaching one of the boys how to swaddle their baby?? 🥺 And he keeps messing up like leaving either leaving a leg or arm out or maybe like the blanket keeps unfolding? 😂 and maybe she rewards him with delicious warm dumplings?

dad!steve rogers x wife!reader (fluffy fluff!!)

author's note: ehehe i did steve bc i have another request in the works for ransom. i took some liberties but i hope u enjoyyy 💕💕 they're at dimsum btw 😌 warnings: reader is asian/poc coded :)) no appearance descriptions

“No, no honey. That’s not where your hand goes.”

It’s apparent his daughter takes after him because she just extends her squishy arm further out of her sling. “No- don’t.”

The ladies across the shared table aren’t even trying to hide their cooing anymore. Giggling and waving at his baby girl still rebelling.

“Please.”

“She can put her arm out, Stevie. It won’t hurt her.” Gently, you tug at the wrap to block out more of the light.

All around is porcelain clinking and multilingual chatter but she has her own natural lullaby, pumping effortlessly. steadily.

“Here, we came here to eat, remember?”

Steve doesn’t look away from the little head just under his chin. Not even when you poke his lips with a dumpling until he grumpily accepts.

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thereoncewasagirlnamedjane · 7 days ago

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go frost yourself! ↳ a winterlicious special

it’s nov 1st, so i am officially allowed to be in a festive mood now~ come celebrate the season with me! i got my original start on this hellsite with an xmas fic, so i guess it makes sense that i’m making my official tumblr return with some more + a few winter-themed specials 😌 enjoy these pure fluff, rom-com style one-shots, and i hope your upcoming winter days are merry and bright!

disclaimer — i’ll do my best to stay on schedule, but depending on how the writing process goes, some of these may or may not be delayed… stay tuned! <3

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release schedule.

12/03 ✩ deck the halls — ft. ransom drysdale ↳ hate to love, moonlighter!reader

as if knocking over the grand holiday display at macy’s wasn’t already embarrassing enough, the absolute jerk who keeps snickering at you from somewhere between the aisles certainly isn’t helping.

12/17 ✩ wrapped in red (~2.9k) — ft. ari levinson ↳ annual traditions, friends to lovers, asian-coded!reader

all he wanted was some takeout. yours was the only restaurant in town still open on christmas day. neither of you expected the encounter to change anything, nor did you expect it to become a yearly tradition.

12/31 ✩ snow birds — ft. frank adler ↳ frenemies to lovers, the one that got away

people flying to florida to escape the winter blues, normal. going christmas tree shopping with his picky niece and an even pickier cat, normal. falling in love (again) with someone from his past while fighting over said tree… hm, maybe a little less normal.

01/14 ✩ you’re a mean one — ft. lloyd hansen ↳ new year’s resolutions, this couple is unhinged tbh

your infuriating boss has made it his mission to turn over a new leaf this year, much to your unending dismay. if there’s anything scarier and more erratic than a gun-wielding lloyd hansen, it’s a gun-wielding lloyd hansen who’s trying to be nice.

01/28 ✩ resolutionary road — ft. nomad!steve rogers ↳ forced proximity, (reluctant) road trip!

a long-awaited vacation for a stressed out workaholic takes a disastrous turn when she is unexpectedly—accidentally!—kidnapped by a former superhero and current fugitive of the law.

02/11 ✩ stupid cupid — ft. bucky barnes ↳ greek mythology elements, cynic x festive

for the first time ever, cupid’s arrow misfires. now, before this unprecedented event upsets the balance of nature, he must try to unravel the newly formed bond between bucky barnes and a woman who the fates have decided is not his soulmate…

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fushic0re · 3 years ago

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━ 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤

ghost!steve rogers x asian!reader

⁀➷ summary ━ the lost ghost of captain steve rogers lingers around your home. ever so lonely, he takes solace in you — the new object of his obsession.

⁀➷ warnings ━ 18+ only — minors dni. dark themes. mentions of war, violence, and death. exophilia (you're literally fucking a ghost so). smut; somonophilia, fingering, penetrative sex, slight dubcon.

You thought you found paradise in your vintage Brooklyn home.

It seemingly landed on your lap out of the blue. You had spent month after month apartment hunting. The housing market was in absolute shambles and with seemingly every person in the entirety of New York looking for a new place to live, only those that could afford to outbid other buyers were coveted with a new humble abode. Each rejection chipped away a small piece of your optimism. You were just about to give up and tough it out for another year in your miserable, rickety apartment until you found it — your hidden gem. Your quaint little slice of heaven.

The listing was almost too good to be true. You thought long and hard before calling the complex and scheduling a viewing, fearing that you were going to be scammed or even worse, lured into a murder plot like the movies. But things only got better from there. The apartment was in perfect condition, fully functional, and absolutely charming. Touches of the 40’s when the building was originally built remained, giving the place character and charisma that your current home didn’t possess. There were no caveats either; no noisy neighbors, no leaky faucet or damaged utilities, not even chipped paint or stained carpet. You snatched up the place immediately, giddy and surging with hope at the new phase of life you had entered.

“I’m surprised no one has occupied this place sooner,” You admit. “A place like this with so much history at this price? In this market right now? This is a miracle!”

The realtor chuckled, shuffling through a folder of documents.

“When people hear of vintage they imagine everything they touch falling apart and not the fact that they could possibly live in the same space a World War II soldier lived in.”

You sighed dreamily at the new piece of information, another piece of character added to your new home. You were filled with nothing but pure happiness as you signed your new lease, the pair of eyes glaring holes into your back going completely unnoticed.

As soon as you got the keys to your new place, you wasted no time settling in. Immediately, you lit your favorite candle and decided to fully bask in the ambiance by playing oldies from the ’40s. You flittered around the place to the melodious Doris Day track, singing along quietly to yourself. Peace and tranquility settled over you like a blanket and soon you found your body swaying along to the rhythm, wandering through your home aimlessly as you admired your progress. The sensation of watchful eyes caused goosebumps to rise on your skin. Exhaling, you shook your head in disbelief, chucking up the feeling to new-home jitters. Just like that, your nervousness dissipated as quickly as it appeared.

“The place just needs to be lived in a little,” You thought to yourself. “That’s all.”

Steve Rogers never had much in his life.

He had lost his father to the first war to a mustard gas attack. The memories he had of the man were sparse and foggy, merely stories his mother had told him to keep his memory alive. As a sickly child, Steve never had many friends either. Or any for the matter. But he had Bucky and his dear mother - a hard working nurse who poured every inch of her heart and soul into her son - and Bucky and his mother were always enough. The times where the very little amount of money they owed had to be stretched, the love Bucky and his mother never grew short. When Sarah Rogers tragically passed away, Steve had his first of many run ins with loss. The hole in his stomach would remain as he followed in his late father’s footsteps and joined the war, learning how to familiarize a small part of his soul dying with every life lost on the battlefield.

And then he lost Bucky. Right before him, his best friend — his brother — fell to his death from where they both previously stood on a train.

It was all over for Steve Rogers after that.

Shortly after, the war was over and they had won. But at what price? Steve, a man who welcomed loss like an old friend, had found himself completely and utterly empty. Void of all life and willingness to live. He had nothing now. While his troops celebrated, settling down with beautiful dames and starting families, their captain who had seemingly fallen off the face of the earth had never left their mind. Meanwhile, Captain Rogers had sought out comfort through vices. Spirits were the only thing that numbed the pain. His days were simple: wake up, drink, shout, cry, drink, shout some more, and then drink until he passed out and woke up the next morning only to repeat it all over again.

But one day, the captain never woke up and loss had welcomed him one last time into his forever home; the afterlife.

For decades, the lost soldier was left to wander through the same confinements of the very apartment he had grown up in. Left all by himself to replay all of the memories that had manifested themselves into the walls; both good and bad. Steve hated it. There was nothing he wanted more than to be reunited with Bucky and his mother in whatever realm they resided in. Why him? Why was he abandoned once more? As time went on, anger and resentment consumed the captain. He screamed and screamed until the taste of iron flooded his mouth only he couldn’t bleed. He was dead. He lashed out on house workers that came in to renovate the home — his home — and watched with sullen eyes as they removed remnants of his childhood. They painted over the pencil markings on the frame of the door where his mother would measure his and Bucky’s heights. Tore out the carpet spotted with various shades of paint from the times Steve’s art sessions got a bit messy. His home was no longer a home. All of the nostalgia and magic that made it his was gone. And yet, he still remained. Unable to crossover no matter how hard he tried. From then on, he lived his days the same. Sleep, wake, wander, sleep, then wake again.

And then there was you.

The prettiest thing he had ever seen since his days touring with USO girls in tiny skirts, kitten heels, and perfect curls. Even then, those women dimmed in comparison to you. You were a ray of sunshine and for the first time in years, Steve felt happy. While you chopped up some vegetables for dinner, Steve simply admired you, leaning against the kitchen entrance with a lazy smile on his face. He found himself doing that quite often. Especially when you were asleep and he had uninterrupted access to you. Any chance that you were too occupied to pay attention to your surroundings, Steve allowed himself to get a better look at you up close. Reaching out his hand, he grazed the apple of your cheek ever so gently. All he could think about was how unmatched your beauty was. You flinched at the sudden cold sensation on one side of your face. Instinctively, you rubbed your cheek before resuming your task. But as a faint deep chuckle filled your ears, preparing dinner was the very last thing on your mind.

Your entire body froze.

There was no one in your apartment aside from you. There was also no possible way someone else was in here. And even then, the laugh was right in your ear, taunting you. For what could have been a few seconds to a few hours, you stood there in the middle of your kitchen unmoving, attempting to reason with what had just happened. Eventually, you decided it was time for bed. You were overworked and in a new home. You were probably just delirious and unfamiliar with the normal creaks of the vintage home.

That night you laid your head on your pillow unknowing of the chain of events that take place next and how they would change your life forever.

Even odder occurrences began to take place in your home. Ones that you couldn’t make excuses for. Freezing cold grazes on your cheek became normal. You felt as if someone was watching you at all hours of the day and eventually surrendered to that feeling. Missing items began to appear seemingly out of nowhere. On cold nights you woke up warm, bundled up in a second blanket that you hadn’t even brought to bed the night prior.

And that chuckle.

You heard it all the time. Sometimes it sounded mischievous. But most of the time, it sounded sweet. You even found yourself smiling at it, anticipating hearing it at least once every single day. All of the superstitious stories you had been told by your family growing up crossed your mind at least a dozen times on a daily basis since you had started noticing the oddities occurring in your home. The crystals and bundle of sage that sat disregarded in one of your drawers weighed heavily on your mind. Whatever was intruding upon your space could be gone with a simple cleansing of sage. But for some reason, you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. Some part of you — some sick part — enjoyed the company of whatever lurked around.

At that point, you had decided that you were going stir crazy. Cabin fever had been getting to the best of you and you desperately needed fresh air. On a whim, you decided to have a girls’ night with the woman next door who you had befriended. While you ran the shower and waited for the water to get hot, you laid out a chic outfit before mumbling a quiet “fuck it” and paired it with a lacy bra and matching panties. Whether you were getting laid tonight or not, you were going to look good anyways. Stripping free from the confinements of your clothes haphazardly as you walked towards the bathroom, you paid no attention to the invisible force picking up your clothes after you and placing them in your hamper.

Wasting no effort, you pampered yourself to the nines, even busting out your favorite body scrub and shower oil. By the time you were done, you felt completely refreshed and ready to conquer the world. Humming along to the music playing through your phone speakers, you applied your makeup delicately and styled your hair to perfection. Walking over to your bed where your clothes for the night sat, your eyebrows immediately furrowed upon noticing that your panties were missing from the pile. Frowning, you pulled on the remaining articles of clothing before making your way to your dresser to fish out a different pair of panties before a lightbulb went off in your head. You shut the drawer with a tiny, wicked smile on your face. You had always wanted to wear a dress without panties on, why not now?

As you gathered your coat, keys, and purse, Steve stared at you with a slack jaw completely awed by your behavior. With the small lace of your undergarments bunched up tightly in his fist, he began to count down the seconds until you arrived home.

Hours later, Steve heard the familiar jingling of keys and turning of locks. His unbeaten heart soared when the door opened and your pretty little face peeked through. His joy didn’t last long though as he noticed someone behind you.

A man.

A man that wasn’t him whose arms clung on to you too tightly. Whose lips were on your skin for far too long. Who made you laugh and sigh blissfully when only he was allowed to make you feel that way. Steve shook with anger as the two sauntered to your bedroom, watching with his teeth clenched as the man tossed you on your bed before crawling on top of you and continuing to assault your mouth. The man trailed his kisses to your neck, causing you to grip his shoulders tighter as breathless moans left your mouth.

You were entirely lost in the moment, basking in Jake’s undivided attention. But when your eyes opened for a split second, you felt your blood run cold. There looming over your bed staring daggers into your soul was a man clad in what looked like a 40’s army suit. His ocean blue eyes were fixated on you, filled with rage and jealousy. You took note of the tension in his square jaw. Whoever this man was didn’t matter to you, all that mattered was the obvious rage brewing in his soul. And yet, through all of the scariness, you couldn’t help but notice how handsome he was. His golden locks were neatly coiffed, not a single strand out of place. His uniform was pressed perfectly despite how old it looked. The pins that adorned the lapels of his suit jacket were spotless, shimmering in the low lights. Despite his thick brows being drawn down over his eyes in a grimace, they didn’t obscure you from admiring how stunning they were. The soldier shook his head at you disappointedly then, disappeared before your very eyes.

Without a second thought, you instinctively leaped away from Jake’s touch.

“Hey,” He spoke softly, taking his hand in yours. “What’s the matter?”

Still in shock and unable to find the correct words to use, you simply shook your head and shut your eyes tightly.

That can’t be real. No way was that real.

“I’m sorry,” You sputtered out.

“Don’t apologize, we don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with.” Jake soothed, rubbing circles on the back of your hand with his thumb sweetly.

“I’m just so—” You began only for your shock to take over once more.

“You have a lot going on right now, babe. New apartment, new location, settling in — it takes a toll on you. I understand that.”

Smiling appreciatively at your long time friend, you pecked his cheek chastely.

“Thank you. Sorry, I don’t know what’s gotten into me.” You excused, clearing your throat nervously. “You’re the best, Jensen.”

“That I am.”

With a warm smile, Jake got up from your bed and began to lace on his sneakers.

“Where are you going?” You quickly blurted out in a panic, not knowing whether or not you wanted to be alone in your home after what you just witnessed.

“Relax,” Jake chuckled, placing his glasses back on before caressing your face. “I’m not leaving because I’m upset you didn’t put out. I just know you need to be alone right now to, you know, finally breathe.”

Figuring it would be better for Jake to be away from the angered spirit in your house, you accepted his departure.

Slipping on his jacket, he left one final kiss on your forehead before leaving your room.

“Make sure you lock the door, babe.”

As Jake exited your front door, he didn’t miss the way it swung shut forcefully, nearly knocking him on his feet. Thinking it was you slamming it shut from the other side, he dismissed it.

“The fuck!” He hissed to himself. “Why do I always go after the feisty ones.”

Little did he know he had been cast out by something much greater.

You couldn’t move from your bed. Your muscles were practically paralyzed with fear. It killed you not knowing whether or not the soldier was still standing right over you watching your body shake with trepidation. There were only two things you were entirely sure of and that was that you had seen a ghost. First, a ghost haunted your apartment. From his uniform, it was safe to assume that he was a soldier in the ’40s who possibly died in combat. Second, you needed more answers. Swallowing your fear, you leaped up from your bed and into your closet, pulling on comfy clothes for the long night you had ahead of you. Stuffing your laptop and chargers into your purse, you ran out the door and caught the train to your local 24-hour library.

For hours upon hours, you delved deep into the history of your vintage Brooklyn home. It was a frustrating process at first. You encountered so many deadends that you almost considered giving up, going home, and letting a ghost live in your home rent free.

Then you stumbled upon a name; Steven Grant Rogers.

That name unlocked every piece of information you needed.

The apartment that you currently resided in was the very apartment he was raised in. His mother, Sarah Rogers, died in said home in her own bed after battling tuberculosis. Shortly after, Steven — who everyone called Steve — joined the army alongside his best friend James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes. He became a captain, a highly respected one at that. You found numerous newspaper articles of his comrades praising him. Not just for being a good soldier, but a good man in and out of the battlefield. A photo of him dressed simply in a pair of khaki’s and a white t-shirt with no shoes saving a child from a Nazi confirmed their sentiments. When the war was over, Steve had seemingly dropped off the face of the planet. While other soldiers celebrated, their captain was nowhere to be found. Six months later, Steve was found dead in his apartment. Coroners stated that the golden boy had basically drank himself to death, seeking comfort in alcohol in an attempt to cope with the loss of his best friend to war.

He died right in your apartment.

According to records, he was unmarried and single when he died. He had no kids, no family, he died alone in the world he dedicated his entire being to saving. Admittedly, you shed a couple of tears imagining how he must have felt. How he must feel currently wandering the Earth alone. You’d gotten your answers. Now it was time to face the music.

It was approximately two in the morning when you got back home. Steve was unworried, already knowing what you were out doing. His girl was too smart for her own good. You were calm as you navigated through your nighttime routine. The total opposite of how you were when you initially left earlier, but that relieved Steve. He didn’t want you to be afraid of him. Only others should be. But never you. He watched you lay down and settle in bed just as he had done every single night since you had moved in, waiting for you to fall asleep so he could tuck you in and admire you. He was shocked when you began to speak to him.

“Hi Steve,” You spoke tiredly, hesitation lacing your voice. “If I can call you that.”

Steve stood still in his tracks, staring at you with disbelief. You were the first person to acknowledge him in decades.

“I’m sorry you were alone for so long. You’re a good man. You deserved better than what this world gave you.”

As you continued to speak to him until you fell asleep, tears welled up in his eyes. His love for you only grew, manifesting deeper into his soul and intertwining with yours. You were meant to be — you and him. You were his and he was yours.

Overwhelmed with the need to be close to you, Steve slipped off his boots and slowly slid into bed beside you. Apprehensively, he reached out to gently grasp your waist, pulling your body against his. Burying his face in the side of your neck, he nudged it with his nose before nuzzling it into your hair and inhaling your scent. His arms wound tighter around you before his hands began to wander, first caressing at your soft thighs before slipping his hands under your shirt and grasping your bare breasts. Completely frenzied, Steve’s hips began to undulate. His hardening member ground against your backseat. A small whine left your lips as you subconsciously sunk back into Steve’s body. He growled lowly, cupping your bare mound under your sleep shirt. His fingers lightly grazed your folds before sliding over your damp slit. Using your arousal, he began to massage your clit in slow circles. Another whine left your lips, this one more wanton than before. He growled against the skin of your neck, sliding his middle finger into you experimentally. Steve moaned as your velvety walls clung to his finger, sliding his ring finger alongside it. Curling them upward, he made sure to hit the spongy patch that would send your body into overdrive. Your body jerked in his arms before a wave of your nectar covered his digits. Cautiously, he removed them from you then brought them to his mouth. Steve’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as the taste of you overtook his taste buds. Hastily, he undid his belt, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his stiff member. Hiking up your shirt and repositioning your hips, he teased your entrance with the head of his cock before sinking into your heat. Sounds of pleasure fell from his parted rosy lips as his body absorbed your warmth. He grunted primally, thrusting in and out of you languidly.

His noises and movements roused you out of your slumber. Eyes shooting wide open, you gasped loudly at the sensations your body was feeling and pure shock. Sensing that you’ve woken up, Steve grasps your face in his hand and turns it so that you’re facing each other.

“Sweet girl,” He coos, his thrusts gaining in strength and speed.

You clutched his arm tightly, whimpers spilling from your lips as the captain, somehow someway, fucked you thoroughly.

“You were made for me, you know that?” Steve panted against your lips. “I have waited so, so long just for you.”

Steve closed the space between the two of you and pressed your mouths together, meshing his lips over yours sensually.

“How are you— You gasped, a loud moan cutting your inquiry short.

Steve laughed breathlessly as you stared into his eyes in awe, amazed that he, a ghost, was able to even touch you.

“I told you, sweetheart. We were made for each other.”

“Please!” You pleaded, each thrust bringing you closer and closer to your peak.

“I got you, honey. I got you,” Steve praised. “Let go for me baby, you can do it.”

His encouragement was enough to send you completely over the edge and to the deep end. Your back arched, nails digging into the flesh of Steve’s arm as you writhed with pleasure. He reached his high shortly after with a loud moan. You shuddered as he filled you with rope after rope of his seed. The two of you lay in each other’s embrace as you caught your breath. Once the veil of your pleasure driven haze was lifted, the gravity of what you had just done hit you like a bus.

You had slept with a ghost. One that was irrevocably and manically in love with you.

And by doing that, you had sealed your fate. Steve wasn’t letting you go.

Feeling your body go tense, Steve knew what you were thinking. He chuckled darkly before caging you in his embrace.

“I can’t wait to spend the rest of our lives together, sweet girl.”

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we'll meet again | 1

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐓

pairing: steve rogers x oc!reader

summary: if you are given a name, you would answer only to yourself.

warnings: alcohol consumption, guns, murder, dark and mature themes, 18+ MINORS DNI

word count: 2.2k

a/n: first chapter, here we go!! also, for any language other than english spoken in this, i used google translate! please message me or send in an ask if there are needed corrections! and this does not follow the exact plotline and timeline of the mcu!

the following work is my own writing. do not plagairise or copy and paste my works onto another platform. message me about credit.

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"online, маленький."

little one. the darkness dissipated as her eyes slowly unveiled the deepest pools. the light was blinding, contracting her pupils before she could adjust. the man in front of her wore a white coat, with tweed pants and shiny polished shoes. on the chest of his coat was a circular, golden bin, carved with a small letter 'H'. suddenly, it was cold--her blood was chilling and she shivered from the ice in her bones, but why could she not react? why did she remain still in her chair, hands folded in her lap and back straight.

her left eyebrow arched, head cocking slightly to right. "who are you?" her mouth whispered. she doesn't remember ever learning vocabulary, but the words seemed to flow. "where...am i?"

the man looked down to the band of metal around his wrist and noted the time. "thank you for keeping calm," he nodded, lips slightly curving into a smile but it looked as if invisible fingers were forcing it. "my name is iosif pavlovna. i'm a friend," another forced smile. "can you guess where you are?" his accent was thick and hard to read through. there was a melodic beat while his thumb rhythmically tapped against his wooden clipboard.

she was silent and ignored his question. her eyes danced from the floor, to the wall, and back to the man's face. "iosif," she whispered almost inaudibly, letting the name play out on her lips. it slightly tickled when she spoke with a breathy voice. "what is my name?

a silent laugh erupted in the depth of his eyes as iosif stood from his metal chair, the clipboard still stiff in his hands. "no name," he shifted his weight on his left leg. "if you are given a name, you would answer only to yourself. and you, защитник," protector. "you were made to answer to others." the unanswered question that still lingered in the air was not forgotten but ignored as the subject changed. "but as a prize for doing so well, i have a treat." the smallest of smiles grew on her lips as she clasped her hands together on her chest. iosif looked to a small black camera that hung in the corner of the room. it whirred as it shifted to the right, capturing her in its frame.

it was the beginning of a series of tests that would take course over however long needed. her excitement calmed as the room suddenly took on a darkness, one that was impossible to see through. not a single morsel of light managed to peak its way inside, not even from the hallway when the door buzzed open. she could hear footsteps, heavy ones that sounded like clunking metal against concrete. whoever was there had been trained in agility and silence, for even their tiny inhales of breath were inaudible.

"маленький, i'd like you to meet the soldier."

brooklyn would always be the star of the country. it didn't matter of monuments stood in other cities, if celebrities lived in others, this place would always be aurora's home. it was hard for her to feel small. she was well-known throughout the underground community of secret trading and experiments--she was a revolutionary step in the world of engineering and artificial intelligence. bystanders strolling past her on the street, taking no notice to her presence, didn't even know it, but she was a walking database. she had traveled to every nook ion the planet, seen even the smallest towns, the most deserted civilizations. but something about new york always drove her back.

polished black heels clicked against the sidewalk. there was a cheeriness to her step, evident in the way she held her chin up. she was dressed in the most expensive fabric and looked incredibly out of place in this part of the city. however, confused stares and arched eyebrows did not dull her light and she continued her fast-paced stroll down the road to wear a flight of stairs dug underneath the ground. they led to a matte black door with flakes of paint chipping off of its wood. there were no windows, no secret entrances, nothing to show the lights that were on inside. it appeared as an abandoned basement and that was exactly how they intended on keeping it.

her gloves that covered delicate fingers knocked against the door. when she pulled her hand away, a chip of wood and paint snagged a thread from the satin that hung loosely and depressingly. with a frustrated sigh, she ripped it off of her limb and shoved it into the pocket of her jacket. her ears caught sound of muffled footsteps behind the barrier before they halted. she imagined whoever was there had their eye pressed against the tiny peephole. a lock unlatched with a click, followed by a questionable grunt and a long, ear-splitting beep as the door slowly opened.

"can i help you?" a shriveled, gravelly voice questioned her. the voice belonged to a old, white-haired man that went up to her nose with big dirty green eyes, and it was dripping with a sneering sense of disrespect. she saw it in his eyes too. he took one good look at the clothes on her body before muttering a, "i don't know what you think you're-"

"mr. arbatram, that's enough," this voice spoke from the back of the building. it was deep and rusty, and just hearing it made her insides curl with disgust. she gave the old man a tight-lipped smile and brushed past him, making sure to let the mud on her heels trail on the floor. when the door was slammed shut, followed by muttered curses, she entered a room that was dimly lit and found her spirits lifted.

a jazz club. a light saxophone played through a speaker system. at least twelve circular tables were scattered over the room, each one adorned with a small oil candle in the middle. on the walls were countless framed photos of musicians and artists. they looked indescribably beautiful--each one was a precious moment in which they were so deep in doing what they loved. she wished for that.

"защитник," the voice spoke again, hidden by a newspaper that crinkled with every turn of its page. defender. only one table in the front was taken. in a chair sat an auburn-haired man, clad in a pearl-ish grey suit. he flipped the newspaper closed and threw onto the table. its headline read "PRIVATE HYDRA DATABASE RAIDED BY CAPTAIN AMERICA" and below it was a black and white photograph of the one and only. "they didn't manage to steal much. if he wasn't admired by every person in the world, i'd have steve rogers shot in his sleep. he's a pain in the ass, you know?"

she took her seat beside him and hummed a laugh. "he gets the job done," a waiter set down a thick glass next to her arm. it was filled halfway with ice drenched in an amber liquid but she wouldn't touch it. "pierce, i'm not sure why i'm here."

just then, a woman in a skin tight black dress that shimmered underneath the spotlight walked onto the stage-like platform in front of them. it was almost impossible to notice, but a fat bead of sweat traveled from her forehead, down her temple and cheek, and to her chin. she looked to alexander pierce and cowered. it was then that aurora noticed a brawny man standing behind the curtains, a long handgun in his palm. on the barrel was a long, cylinder silencer.

alexander clapped his hands together before taking a long draw of whatever drink he'd ordered before aurora had made her appearance. "i think i'd like to hear some nina," he smiled at the woman, but it was passive and threatening. "i don't need the whole band. just the piano's fine." the woman nodded as her body began to convulse with every step towards the grand piano on stage. she took her seat and began to play the familiar intro. "oh, sinnerman," pierce began to sing under his breath, closing his eyes as if drifting into another world.

aurora rolled hers and took her turn with her drink, downing the whole glass and raising her hand for another. "where's the soldier?"

his eyes remained closed and he hummed, "siberia."

the music seemed to increase in volume when she jumped from her seat, knocking the glass onto the floor. it shattered and spread across the ground, waking pierce from his haunting trance. "what?" she snapped, causing the women at the piano to strike a wrong chord. she looked to pierce with fear-stricken eyes like he held her life in his hands...

"it's alright, jasmine, just..." pierce sighed and tiredly rubbed his fingers over his eyes. "keep playing." he turned to aurora and adamantly motioned for her to take her seat. she did so with a puff of air. "we wiped him two weeks back. one of the worst ones we've done."

"why?" aurora gritted through her teeth; it was hardly a question.

in pierce's chest sat a heart. it functioned perfectly fine, pumping blood and oxygen through his body. it kept him alive and well and he didn't need much more of from it. which is why deep inside, it was moldy and black with carelessness and ignorance. "he hasn't seen you in 20 years. and when he woke," he paused, chewing the inside of his cheek. "he asked for you."

she grunted out a blunt laugh as another offensive chord rang through the club. "i'm flattered." as the woman played, it was clear this wasn't a talent. this was truly who she was. but her eyes would crawl over to the silenced gun less than five feet away from her, and her fingers would tremble over the keys as if someone was violently shaking her shoulders. deep in aurora's heart, whether it was real or not, she had a soft spot for the soldier. she had protected him and cared for him for what seemed like a lifetime, but never did he remember her. "one day, his hair will turn white and his skin will wrinkle," she spoke bitterly, not fond of the memory that rang through her head. "what will you do then?"

her smirk did not falter him. instead, he leaned forward, elbows on his knees. "we'll use you." pierce spoke threateningly, because as much as aurora wanted to deny it, one day it would become true. the soldier would pass on, a monumental name in HYDRA history, there was no doubt. and she would be morphed into him. "for almost 55 years, you've achieved great things that no man ever could. not even the soldier. you're a revolution waiting to happen. all it takes is time." he stands from his seat and strolls to the stage, hands stuffed in the pockets of his pants. aurora's expression remains still. "unfortunately, time seems to be running out.

"the world is begging to be saved. i can see it, and so can you," his hand twists under the wooden platform and pulls a 466 viking from a hidden slot. a split second later, he pulls the trigger directed at jasmine's temple. the bullet pierces her skull, blowing through the inside and out the other end. the curtain behind her is sprayed with a crimson blood and her black, shimmering dress is stained dramatically as if this were a movie scene. when her body crumpled, aurora felt something like pity inside of her. she knew how a shot like that felt, only she would wake up from it with a raging headache. "that's why this mission is yours."

a guard behind her pathetically throws a stiff black, card stock folder on the table. her fingers delicately flipped it open. "what am i supposed to do with this?" she pursed her lips as the metallic stench of blood wove its way in the air. the first page, crisp and white and newly printed, read in big bold letters,

STEVEN G. ROGERS

his picture was poorly-taken. it had been quick and for identification purposes only, but just at the bottom where it cut off she could see the straining emblem of red, white, and blue. it seemed that he hadn't gotten the message of what year it really was. his hair was neatly combed to the side with a sticky gel and aurora's memory flashed back to her early years. the photograph below it was slightly newer and his hair was shorter. his face seemed deeper and the patriotic costume was now darker and sleeker.

"captain rogers is a threat to our program and what it stands for," there's a few drops of blood on the pristine white collar of his shirt and pierce tries his best to wipe them off, but it only smudges the red staining further into the fabric. "he's a national hero. i told you, the world loves him. he can't just disappear. it has to be slow and progressive."

she slaps the folder shut and pushes it to the edge of the table where the guard retrieves it, sliding it into a thin briefcase. "i still don't understand how this is on me."

"because, защитник," he leans forward and it's sickening. his lips are dripping with power and control. he has the advantage here and he knows it. a wrong move and he could shut her down--this time, it would be permanently. "steve rogers needs someone to love."

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