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anonymityisfunwriter · 11 months ago

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To Know Him Is To Love Him

summary: to know steve rogers is to love him. to know him is to keep handing over your heart over and over again. to know him is to be broken by him.

pairing: steve rogers x reader

an: quick someone give this to a boy to read and ask him what steve did wrong. it's for science.

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to know him is to love him.

to know him is to stand by him.

to know him is to allow him to break your heart over and over again.

to know him is to hope that one day he'll finally see.

to know him is to be broken by him.

you can't count how many times he put you here, put in this situation. and worse, you can't count how many times you've let him put you in this situation.

three months ago...

you fix steve's tie, patting his shoulder to send him off on yet another date - after he invited himself into your apartment to get him ready for his date. you hated this feeling, the feeling of unrequited love.

you can't blame him, he doesn't know. at least, you think he doesn't know. in fact, you're sure he doesn't, he would never hurt you like that.

"i swear if this date doesn't go well, i'm swearing off women for good."

"does that mean i'm out a friend?" you tease.

"no, of course not," steve laughs. "you're my best friend. you don't count."

your smile falls at the words fall out of his mouth with ease. you don't count. you're not even a consideration. "i don't count as a woman?"

"you know what i meant. you're my friend."

you don't know what he meant. not in the slightest.

"right," you clear your throat, shaking your head with furrowed brows. "good luck on your date."

two months ago...

"i would tell him, but he's just - he's confusing," you admit. "i get a lot of mixed signals."

"men are just idiots," nat offers in consolation. "someday, he'll see. you're perfect for each other."

"thanks." you smile, walking back to your table with a fresh round of drinks. "what are you guys talking about?"

"about steve's terrible dating record," sam jokes.

"ah," you hum, you settle in the booth beside him, leaving plenty of room between the two of you.

steve frowns at you, reaching behind you and gripping your waist. without a word, he slides you until you're pressed against his thigh.

sam humorously snorts, "i don't get you two. you're attached at the hip. you're both attractive singles. make it official already."

you look to steve's reaction for any indication of what he's feeling. steve leans over, kissing your temple, "she knows she's my other half, my soulmate. we don't need labels."

"soulmate?" sam teases.

you shift uncomfortably. he never asked you that, never asked you if you wanted a label. he's never even asked you on a real date, but now he's declaring that he's your soulmate.

how blind can he be?

one month ago...

"please, i miss you, sweetheart." you squeeze your eyes shut. the term of endearment rolls so easily off his tongue. "i feel like i haven't seen you in forever."

it's intentional. you're trying to get over him. to move past these feelings. he doesn't make it easy. "i know, i've just been busy."

"how about dinner tonight? my place at 8?"

you chew on the inside of your cheek, hesitant to accept his dinner invite, "i don't know, steve."

"please, i need you."

putting distance between you and steve rogers didn't work. not when he so dutifully sought you out. not when he told you over and over again that he missed you. that he didn't know how to be without you.

his words toy with your head just enough to convince that it's a good idea to enter his gravitational orbit again.

you're not strong enough to resist the pull. you're not strong enough to to say no. you never have been.

you decide that you can't do this. you're going to tell him. you'll tell him. you'll tell him that you want to count. you'll tell him that you want him to see you.

to know him is to love him, you remember. the moment you see him, you crumble. that smile that makes it feel like your life is worthwhile. the eyes that send your rational mind into a haze. to know him is to love him.

he doesn't make it easy for you or your heart. he greets you at the door with a beaming grin, his eyes lighting up. it makes you feel like this is more than just a dinner. it feels like you're finally coming home to him.

you falter as his fingers graze your skin to take off your jacket. the apartment isn't his usual scene either. it feels like so much more than just a normal hangout. it feels... romantic. music spinning on his record player, marvin gaye, you recognize. candles lit in the center of the table. the smell of a home cooked meal simmering over the stove.

you turn to him with a nervous smile, "i thought you we were ordering pizza or something."

"i wanted to do something nice for my best girl."

his best girl.

he spends the whole dinner fawning over you. his hand rests on your leg. the other occasionally grazing the back of your hand. he asks you all about your work, about your love life.

"i missed you so much."

you're so entranced by him that your carefully thought out speech is gone, replaced by a soft whisper, "i love you."

"i love you, too." he smiles down at him. his eyes shining bright and blue. it doesn't even occur to him that you're professing your love for him. "i can't imagine my life without you."

you shake your head, reminding yourself that you had to tell him. you needed to move forward, one way or another. "no, steve, i - i'm in love with you."

an anxious chuckle leaves his mouth. his hand drops from your thigh, leaving you feeling cold, hollow, and abandoned. "what?"

you know a rejection when you see one. at least you can move on now. your heart can begin to heal. maybe in time, you could be friends again. "i just had to tell you. just once."

"i don't -" he licks his lips. "i'm sorry, i don't feel the same."

"i understand."

2 weeks ago...

you sigh at yourself, hearing the familiar ding of another voicemail on your phone.

each one chips away at your resolve, each one shatters your broken heart even more.

you told him you understood. you told him that it was okay. you spent the night consoling him. you soothed his fears that he would lose you.

in return, he made you promise to always be in his life. with a broken heart and wounded pride, you weren't strong enough to say no. you simply asked for time and a little space.

time and space that steve had no interest in giving you.

you made it easy for him. you retreated from mutual friends. from social spaces you occupied. you no longer texted or called first. you just needed time.

still, he sought you out.

you've gained enough strength to stop answering his every call and text. you've stuck to your boundaries, at least, the ones steve doesn't seem intent on steamrolling past.

you clutch your kitchen counter with your head hung low. with a couple deep breaths and reminders that he doesn't feel the same for you, you're slowly glad you didn't answer. you're proud of yourself for being strong and doing what's best for you.

at least, you're glad until there's a banging at your door.

your mending heart regrets the moment you answer.

"steve?"

"you weren't answering," he pants, clutching the frame of your doorway, "i wanted to hear your voice."

"steve..." you sputter. "this isn't - it's-"

"i just miss you," he cuts you off. he looks so heartbroken, so sincere. he misses you. you try to not make anything more of it, but then he says it again, "i miss you so much."

you stand to the side, allowing him to pass, "come in."

"thank you," he sighs in relief.

"what happened?"

"the worst date of my life."

you swear you can feel your heart fracturing. the air feels like its being squeezed out of your lungs.

and still, you stand before him trying to look as unaffected as possible. you don't know how effective it is. you don't think he sees you enough to notice either way. "you were on a date?"

"it was awful. she was vapid and boring and - and pretentious - and - and she wasn't you."

you suck in a breath, "steve..."

these were words from a man who did not love you, from a man that did not count you. they sounded an awful lot like the love he claimed he didn't feel.

suddenly, he cups your face, standing too close to you. this wasn't what friends did. this isn't how friends treated each other. you know that.

and then he kisses you. soft and tenderly. his lips mold against yours perfectly. you swear it's a sigh of relief that leaves his mouth when you don't pull away.

you smile against his lips. a sense of rightness overtakes you. he overwhelms you. he consumes you. he grips your waist tightly. the other hand caressing your cheek.

"steve.." you sigh against his lips.

and he freezes. his hands drop as though you burned him. his lips slightly swollen and shining from the kiss. he wipes his mouth, "i should go."

you shake your head. you don't want to believe that this is happening right now. this is steve. the person you loved with every fiber of your being. your friend. you trusted him. you believed in him. he wouldn't hurt you like that. even if he didn't love you, even as just a friend, he wouldn't take advantage of your love for him like that. "what?"

"i should go."

and he leaves without another word.

your heart isn't just broken anymore, it's crumbled into a million little pieces. you're not sure you'll ever be able to fix it.

1 week ago...

he's blown past all your defenses. he's drained every ounce of strength from you. he's taken everything except your broken heart and your love for him. that's all that's left of you.

to know him is to love him. to know him is to be broken by him.

he calls and this time, you answer. you fear him coming back to your apartment like he did before. your heart couldn't take it anymore.

"hi, steve." your voice is so gravelly and hollow, a shell of the fullness and life it used to contain.

you noticed everything about him. his likes, his dislikes. you could tell the day he was having by the way he said hi, by the sort of smile he gave you. you're not sure why you just realized that it's not reciprocated at all. he once told you he loved the sound of your voice, how could he not hear the broken tone? if he notices, which you're sure he doesn't, he doesn't ask.

you can hear the smile in his voice, "i'm so glad you answered."

you're not even sure that he realizes you've put the phone down. after all, you're just his space filler.

now...

you don't know why you're surprised he showed up at your door again. you're not surprised that you opened the door. you're not surprised that you let him back into your home. you're not even surprised that he's talking to you like everything is normal.

the only thing that takes you by surprise is your unwillingness to hear about the misadventures of his dating life.

"steve," you try to interrupt.

"and all i want -"

"steve."

"is for someone to really hear me, to see -"

"steve." you're surprised by the harshness in your own voice. his eyes flash over to you, widened slightly in shock. "you - you have to go now."

his brow furrow, he's taken aback. it occurs to you that he has no idea what he's done wrong. "why?"

"you know why," you spit at him.

"no, you said you understood. you said we could still be friends."

"friends?" you bitterly chuckle. "friends don't hurt their friends over and over again."

"i don't understand."

"that's the problem, steve. you don't get it. you don't get that i don't want to hear about the girls you date. you don't get that it hurts hearing you talk about what you're looking for in a woman. it hurts when call me at the end of the night because you want to hear my voice."

"they why do you answer the phone?"

"because i love you!" you hopelessly exclaim. "because i’ll do anything for you. i’ll do anything you say. and i think you know that."

"am i just supposed to know that you didn’t want to hear about them?"

"no girl wants that," you whisper. "no one wants to hear about everything they don’t have."

"i don't understand what's happening here. you promised me that you would always be in my life!" his accusing tone offends you far more than it should.

a tear slips down your cheek. "that was before."

"before? before what?"

each word hurts. he really doesn't know. he doesn't think about you at all. not as a consideration. not as a woman. not even as just a friend. he doesn't see you at all. "i can do this anymore. it’s too hard. i can - i can’t keep letting you break my heart."

"i told you that i didn’t feel the same. you knew i wasn’t in a space to - to reciprocate."

"and then you kissed me!"

he stiffens at the kiss that he refused to mention. all those nights he spent on the phone with you, talking to you. it was the one thing he never spoke about. "i - i know that wasn’t right. and i’m sorry, okay? i’m sorry i did that. i was hurting."

"you were hurting?" your breaths come out in fragments, with each heave of your chest you can hear the whistle of emptiness where your heart used to reside. "you - you knew how i felt and you knew you didn’t feel the same and you kissed me anyway."

"it was a mistake. i'm sorry."

your hands ball up in frustration, tear burn at the corners of your eyes. "it’s not just about the kiss. it’s - it’s everything. it’s you. you won’t let me go. let me move on. please."

steve staggers back, "i don’t- i'm not trying to hold on to you."

"why did you call me the other night?"

"because you’re my friend. you’re the person i wanted to talk to. you understand. you always understand."

"i don’t. i don’t understand. it crushed me."

he reaches out for your hand. hurt flashes in his eyes when you snatch it out of his reach. you can't let him blind you this time. "you’re always there for me. even when no one else is, you are."

you snort, "you don’t even know what you did wrong, do you?"

"you’re my best friend. i just - i wanted you hear your voice."

"you see? you keep messing with my head. you tell me that i'm the person you want to talk to at the end of the night. you tell people that i'm your soulmate. you tell me that you don’t feel the same. i tell you i want to move on. you kiss me. then you go on a date with another girl. when it doesn’t work out, you call me. i'm done. i can’t do this anymore. loving you is breaking me far beyond repair."

"i do love you."

you fervently shake your head over and over again, "you don’t mean that."

"i love you and i know it’s not in the same way but maybe - just give me time."

"time isn’t going to fix this. you don’t love me. you love the way i make you feel. you love being loved."

he scoffs, shooting a glare at you, "that’s not fair."

"no, it’s not," you agree. "and it’s not fair that you know how i feel and yet you just keep hurting me. you do it over and over again. and i keep letting you."

steve reaches for you again, "we can fix this."

you shake him off, striding to your door, opening it for him, "you should go."

"please," steve begs.

"goodbye, steve."

you don't know how you gather the strength to close the door on the man you love more than anything, let alone the man begging to stay in your life. the door clicks shut behind him.

a choked sob escapes your mouth as tears freely fall.

to know him is to love him, and you don't want to know a thing about steve rogers anymore.

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scariusaquarius · 29 days ago

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chicken à la king.

Bucky Barnes x Empath! Fem! Reader

Summary: His blue eyes met yours, and his body responded almost instantly: a slight tremor up his spine, a feeling of breathlessness from the caring expression on your face, and he could feel his fingers tightening around the mug in his hand slightly from the boyish nervousness that suddenly aroused from deep within his mind.

A/n: I swear to god this wasn't meant to be a huge fic. It was supposed to be a cute little oneshot that turned into this huge yearning. God, i missed writing for Bucky Barnes a;lkdfj;sdjf

Genre: Romance, Friends to Lovers Rated: Everyone Warning: Slight Angst, Fluff, Bucky's a bit awkward, Mentions of PTSD/Anxiety symptoms, Dark/Crude Humor, Mentions of HYDRA, Mentions of Torture

Author: ScariusAquarius

The last time he had been on a real date was when he went home for a week-long furlough back in June of 1943. It was the last time he remembered Steve Rogers as the way he'd been before Project: Rebirth made him into the big soldier he was today; small, frail, and knuckles busted from getting into another fight.

James Buchanan Barnes could still remember a time when Steve had to stuff his shoes with newspapers because his feet were too small. Granted, that was during a time when you weren't allowed to be stingy with money, but Bucky digressed.

Three dollars then was a mere blink for today's world, and though Bucky was still getting adjusted to the way the new world was, he wasn't exactly thrilled to find out that a simple cup of black coffee costed a whole five dollars in comparison to a nickel in the 30's and 40's.

But that was the difference that stood out the most: Bucky just wasn't meant for this time.

Like Steve, he was also a man out of time; forced to wake up for tasks he didn't want to do and his mind scrambled over and over for the littlest mistake and sometimes just because. HYDRA, and the world, had been unforgiving to Bucky, but he couldn't complain.

He could only adapt. Like a soldier.

I am not the Winter Soldier. I am James Buchanan Barnes.

I am Bucky.

Bucky's blue eyes fell to his cup of steaming coffee; his reflection almost distorted completely as he raised the drink to take a sip. The bitter taste and burn distracted his nerves for a moment, but he was deftly reminded by the way the December sun glinted on his left hand and the metal shined right into his eyes.

Constant noise and stimulation made his body tense, but when your voice filtered through the chaos, it seemed to melt everything away until he was enveloped in a cocoon of quiet, comfortable distractions.

"You seem like you got a lot on your mind, Bucky."

His blue eyes met yours, and his body responded almost instantly: a slight tremor up his spine, a feeling of breathlessness from the caring expression on your face, and he could feel his fingers tightening around the mug in his hand slightly from the boyish nervousness that suddenly aroused from deep within his mind.

While these feelings were flooding his brain, there was the other part of him that was chastising him for letting his guard down.

A good soldier never feels anything but the need to complete the mission.

'You're my mission,' metal to flesh; the feeling of the wind searing against his face; the smell of smoke and gunfire invading his nostrils as the man beneath him allowed him to carry out his duty.

'then finish it-'

"I'm doing perfectly fine, thanks for asking."

Bucky curses internally at the way his tone comes off as sharp and defensive; apologies beginning to string along his tongue like a Chatty Cathy, but your voice cuts him off before he can say anything more; his head instinctively ducking.

"It's okay if you don't want to talk about it. Would you wanna go somewhere less crowded?"

The consideration within your voice makes Bucky want to second-guess your intentions, but he has to remind himself that he knows you.

He's looked into everything about you. You're not a threat to him.

But you could be. Bucky can't predict the future and he doesn't know what happens when you go home from visiting him.

The thoughts that race through his mind make him almost guilty from how untrusting he is of you, but you never made it a point to be upset with him about it. As someone who had also been a prisoner of war, you seemed to understand him better than most.

He met you through Dr. Raynor, his court-appointed therapist that he was required to see despite being pardoned for years and years of crimes while working under HYDRA (under no consent of his, mind you). His therapy hadn't really been going anywhere, and so Christina had suggested meeting with someone that was like him.

The words always left a bitter taste in his mouth, and the scribbling of her pen made the feeling even worse.

You weren't anything like him when it came down to it. While yes, you had been taken prisoner and experimented on and conditioned, you weren't as seasoned as he was; as broken and old and confused.

Bucky wasn't sure what to say. His chest was starting to tighten, his eyes darting for the door, and Bucky was becoming aware of the weight of the knife in his boot. He was starting to look for danger, but your hand on his made Bucky snap his attention straight to you; the feeling of wanting to recoil making the muscles in his forearm tense.

"Hey, it's okay."

It was simple, short, and sweet. Just two words that held more weight than you realized, and the man couldn't help but to hold his breath. Your touch was soft; a far-cry from what he was used to, but it was working.

You were bringing his heartrate to a slow; his body instantly relaxing, and there was a part of Bucky that wanted to hate the subtle golden glow that shined within your (color) irises.

This was why Raynor wanted you two to become friends: you were an empath. Not exactly like Wanda Maximoff, but you were close; a natural-borne mutant. You hadn't been able to use your abilities for good until him; HYDRA made sure to squash any thought of using your powers outside of missions before you even realized it was a thought.

When you were recovered from HYDRA, Dr. Raynor had been your therapist while you were learning how to use your ability at S.H.I.E.L.D when it was led by Phil Coulson. But then, Coulson was killed, and things became different.

Then, it was discovered that HYDRA had infiltrated the agency, and you went under the radar in fear of what HYDRA would do once they got your hands on you.

You were only found when you showed up unexpectedly in Raynor's home, apparently after a run-in with him.

The Winter Soldier.

He wasn't sure what had possessed Raynor to pair the two of you together for therapy sessions, but from what Bucky had gathered, it was because you had asked to be seated with him.

You asked.

Maybe it was due to the new-but-not-new 'exposure tactics' that most therapists used nowadays. He remembered it being huge back in the 20's when a developmental psychologist named Mary Cover Jones and other psychologists began to use desensitization tactics as a different form of therapy.

Bucky was a bit of a skeptic, but when Raynor suggested that it would be good for the both of you, Bucky had relented and now here you two were months later: having a cup of coffee together while you held his hand.

It wasn't exactly a date, but Bucky wondered if you had begun to think of it that way like he had.

Bucky liked your company. You didn't poke and prod at him; didn't expect him to answer when he didn't know what to say; didn't wait for him to come to the rescue when he was knee-deep in his own shit; didn't get angry at him for what he did when he was the Winter Soldier.

You just held his hand, sent nice feelings to him, and grounded him when his vision began to grow shadowed in the corners and unfocused. You helped him to feel normal, and it was a dangerous game that he played with you.

He was getting attached, that much Bucky knew. Anytime you two went out in public, Bucky kept an eye out for suspicious activity because you were there; not because of his conditioning. He'd search for exits that he could get you through, he'd walk slightly in-front so he could shield you from attacks if need be, he made sure you were completely in your apartment and then-some so he knew that you were safe, the list was endless.

Bucky tried to tell himself that he was just doing this because it was courtesy and amendment; that inner-gentleman that never was completely conditioned out of him, but even Sam could tell that it was deeper than that.

Though, Sam Wilson seemed to know everything about Bucky while knowing completely nothing.

Bucky couldn't keep his fingers from brushing against yours as he intertwined your hands together, and he murmured, shaking his head slightly.

"I hate it when you do that."

"Promise it's just output. No meddling into that big head of yours."

Bucky snorted, rolling his eyes, but the words brought him comfort.

He was deathly afraid of what you would see if you ever took a dive; drowning in the fucked up shit he'd gotten himself into. While befriending an empath with telepathic abilities wasn't exactly comforting, it helped that you allowed him the choice.

A choice he never had while he was with HYDRA.

"My head isn't that damn big."

"I don't know, the longer hair kind of hid that."

His blue eyes were unamused as he looked at you, and you couldn't help but to chuckle, and the golden hue of your eyes went away and he was no longer under the blanket of your powers. Bucky, however, felt rejuvenated; like he'd just gotten 10 hours of peaceful sleep, and his back straightened just the slightest as he asked you.

"Is that offer to get out of here still open?"

Your eyes twinkled, nodding, and Bucky made sure to [begrudgingly] lay a ten dollar bill on the table before the two of you left. Brooklyn was hustling as the new year began to close in; the air still crisp and freezing, and he held the door open for you on the way out.

He was walking close to you; shoulders brushing with every step, and instinctively, Bucky's eyes began to scan the area; looking for danger, and your quiet chuckle snapped him out his focus. Bucky glanced down at you with a raised eyebrow, and your voice held a tone of teasing to it; your expression soft.

"There's nobody out here to get us right now, Bucky."

"Can't be too sure."

And that was that. You didn't fight him on it; didn't question his thinking. You just let him be, and Bucky didn't know whether to thank you or to feel bad because even he could tell that your shoulders were tense.

War never left.

While the physical remnants would fade; leaving off-colored skin and metal parts and ribbons and awards and dog tags that dangled too loudly despite the fact that there was no heart to remove them...it was still active mentally.

Streets were zones, people were potentially dangerous, and there was always a question of 'what if' that lingered in the air like a foreboding warning sign that never shut off no matter how badly the neon flickered.

The conditioning never left, but when you had someone to sit with in the trenches, it wasn't so bad. A deep breath left his body, and you hummed as you took a sip of your coffee, your eyes looking up at the lights that were strung along the street lamps; lit up despite the dim light of morning.

"Are you excited for the new year? You're gonna be what, 107-past-ancient?"

"You kids have no sense of respect for your elders these days."

You giggled while Bucky's eyes lit up with amusement, his lips curling up slightly despite his best effort to keep a poker face.

"So, you do admit that you're old?"

The words slipped from his mouth before he could help it, wincing to himself slightly from the embarrassment.

"Only in mind, sugar."

You didn't say anything, but Bucky could tell that you had heard him loud and clear by the way you had broken your own poker face; biting your lip to keep a laugh from slipping out. Shaking his head slightly, Bucky glanced over his shoulder at the sound of something approaching fast before he turned back to front and placed a hand against your waist and tugged you to him when a skateboarder came from around you; startling you.

You melted into his side, the warmth of your body heat mixing with his, and you both paused as you breathed a sigh of a relief. Before Bucky could ask if you were alright, you were already smiling up at him, eyes crinkling in the corners as you exclaimed.

"You saved me again! This time from an oblivious skateboarder. Wasn't it a raccoon in a trashcan last time?"

Bucky's cheeks burned, and he pinched your ear, making you yelp and giggle as he quickly let go the second your hand swatted at his.

"Listen, punk, I really thought someone was there."

"The look on your face was priceless, but it's the thought that counts."

Bucky rolled his eyes, and he couldn't help but to wonder if you were more trouble than anything else. Trouble that he liked. Trouble that he was starting to indulge a little too much in.

Trouble that he wanted to get more of.

Shaking his head slightly, Bucky let out a breath again as you continued to chuckle quietly to yourself, and when he made it to your apartment with you, Bucky respectively stood on the outside mat that read 'welcome!' in big black rubber letters.

You turned to him, the key to your door lodged into the lock while your hand was still on the doorknob, and Bucky was giving you his undivided attention.

"Do you have any plans for tonight at all?"

Bucky shook his head, shrugging his shoulders.

"Not that I know of, but I can let you know if it changes."

You were suddenly nervous, Bucky's eyes zeroing in on the way that you swallowed slightly; throat undulating, and he became alert. If he listened closely, he could hear the way that your heart was starting to race; your hands trembling just the slightest as you looked lost-in-thought and unsure of what to say exactly.

"Um, would you...like to come inside? I was...thinking of trying a new recipe and it'd be nice to have someone to test it out with me."

Bucky hadn't been expecting it, if he was honest. In his mind, you'd become nervous because you had sensed some sort of presence or danger and it was going to be a fight.

Not because you wanted to invite him inside.

It was actually cute.

Bucky's shoulders relaxed inconspicuously, and he replied with a tilt of his head.

"You want me to be your test subject? Not the worst torture I've been subjected to."

The joke was in poor taste, and Bucky felt awful for saying it; his mouth running faster than his mind could think, but you were laughing at him; your head thrown back as if the words didn't apply to you either.

"I didn't realize my cooking was that bad."

"I wouldn't know-"

Bucky thought for a moment, and when you opened your mouth to reply, Bucky responded confidently despite the sweat running down the side of his neck from the nervousness.

"-but I'd like to...if you'd have me."

Suddenly, he was back on Sarah Rogers doorstep, a much-younger Steve looking at him with surprise as his mother stood at the stove with a kind smile, inviting him in but making sure to let him know that 'he can't just run away from his folks every time they get onto him' or something like that, Bucky couldn't quite remember what Sarah had said to him that day.

He just remembered how damn good her Hoover stew was despite the Great Depression taking a huge toll. Bucky was brought back to the present by you chuckling and unlocking the door, gesturing with your head to come in.

"You'll always have a place at my table, Bucky."

There was a part of him that expected you to say the same thing that Sarah had, but you didn't say anything else. You just walked inside, hung your coat on the rack, and left the door open for him, and Bucky was washed with the lovely scent of your apartment from the candles he had gifted you for Christmas.

Raynor's idea, but Bucky was happy that you liked the gift.

While Bucky's apartment was bare, yours was furnished down to the last bit of space. Antiques were hung on walls or sat on shelves, some of them things that he'd seen and used back in the day, and Bucky shut the door and locked it tightly, kicking his shoes off at the door and walking into the kitchen where you had a familiar cookbook open.

"I was thinking of making Chicken à la King."

You looked embarrassed and nervous, but Bucky was given such huge whiplash that the poor man didn't even notice.

"You know about Chicken à la King?"

Your heart was racing, sounding like a drum within your ears, and you averted your gaze; looking nervous and embarrassed while you fidgeted from foot to foot. Your throat was tight, the words getting caught in your throat, and Bucky was surprised by how small you seemed to look.

Had he not been a super soldier, he probably would have missed the words that you whispered softly.

"I...wanted to make it for you."

Bucky's heart began to race, drowning out the sound of your own as blood rushed through his ears, and his face began to get hot. Bucky could feel his toes and fingers tingling, and it was almost a fight to stay rooted in place.

You wanted to make him dinner...a dinner that he hadn't tasted since his childhood, no less...damn near forgotten about it until the words had slipped past your lips in a nervous little whisper that he wanted to swallow.

"You...wanted to make me dinner?"

"Specifically this, yes."

You picked up the book, and Bucky's eyes damn-near bulged from his head when he finally got a good look at the familiar cover.. In your hands was an antique cookbook by Fannie Farmer, almost seeming brand-new judging by the leather cover despite the yellowed paging giving away the age. Bucky stepped forward, and he asked you as he looked at the cookbook.

"Where did you get this?"

"Believe it or not: the internet."

Bucky damn-near rolled his eyes, but he relented, shaking his head.

"I'm surprised you even know about this thing."

"I did some research...looked up what was popular back then, and I just settled on this. It seemed easy...nothing too complicated. I just...thought...maybe that you would like it."

You were curling in on yourself; second-guessing your reasoning, and Bucky would have melted if he didn't notice the tell-tale signs of anxiety. Gently placing his hand on your shoulder, he was taken back by the speed your head turned to look at him; eyes wide as you relaxed beneath his touch.

"If you want the truth: I haven't had this for...a very long time...so I'm not even sure if I remember what it tastes like. I remember how to make it though. I can help...if you'd let me."

A bridge was beginning to solidify between you; a trust between you two becoming reinforced and growing and Bucky wasn't afraid of it this time. In fact, he was beginning to cross that very bridge; searching for your hand and your presence and the calming comfort that came with (Y/n) (L/n).

"You don't think it's weird? I mean, I thought it was a bit weird when Raynor suggested it...I asked for her advice on what you might like cause I wanted to do something nice for you, but then I started to think about it and what better way to the heart than through the stomach? I mean, I'm not exactly the best cook, but I wasn't sure what else to do for you-"

Your nervous rambles were cut off by the feeling of his finger against your lips, a soft look on Bucky's face as he smiled with amusement. Your ears were burning, and you almost fainted when he asked you softly.

"You know what you could do?"

Your eyes were wide; doe-like and staring up at him as if he was the only thing in the world, and Bucky's voice became shaky as he asked you.

"Kiss me?"

The cookbook dropped from your hands, your heart skipping a beat, and you rose onto the tips of your toes to grasp at his cheeks, and Bucky cupped your own so he finger was out of the way. Lips crashing into his own, Bucky was finally in heaven. Whether you had meant to or not, your power was going haywire, your emotions flooding into his and vice versa; almost as if the bridge was finally complete.

You never needed to tell him that you loved him. Bucky knew it with the way you handled him even in the beginning when your friendship was just a suggestion made by a court-appointed therapist that somehow turned into more because you both were ripped from the same cloth despite the differences in timeline because you understood each other.

Despite the fact that there was a time where he was supposed to hunt you down and eliminate you due to the fact that you knew too much, you never faulted him for that as if you knew what was hiding beneath that mask at the time.

Bucky wouldn't know that it was because you did.

You had been able to access those locked parts of his mind because of your telepathic abilities at the time, but to be fair, he had never asked. Whether it was because he was uncertain or didn't think it was the right time, you didn't think anything more of it.

Just like now: there were no thoughts except for Bucky. Just him. And he could feel it; hear it even within his mind. Whether you meant for your control to become null in that moment, Bucky felt damn near accomplished for being able to make you falter.

If there was one thing you prided yourself on, it was your control.

Fingers danced at the nape of his neck, and a shiver ran down his spine, and though Bucky was damn-near thoughtless, he refrained from swiping the shit on your counter onto the floor so he could seat you atop of it. Instead, Bucky slowly pulled away from the feverish kiss, and you were vibrating within his grasp. Your voice was quiet, shaky and breathless.

"Bucky, would you...want to start dinner and stay the night?"

"Nice to know I'm not so out-of-practice after so many years."

The moment was broken, but you were giggling; looking shy as you took a tempered step back, and Bucky winced slightly. Probably in poor-taste, but you were still smiling, so he wondered if he should keep going or stop before he got too-ahead of himself.

"Would you...like to help me make dinner?"

Bucky nodded almost enthusiastically.

"I would be honored."

If Bucky thought hard enough, he could hear Steve's smug chuckling as you tied a frilly apron around his waist despite Bucky's protests; grumbling to himself as he began to dress the chicken while you put on a record that Bucky knew all-too-well.

"Shut up, punk,"

No, I don't think I will.

[END]

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #james barnes x reader #james buchanan barnes x reader #bucky barnes #bucky #james buchanan barnes #james barnes #the winter soldier x reader #the winter soldier #marvel #captain america

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b4mpyre-k1zz3s · 6 months ago

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The Jackass Guys Taking Care of You while you’re Sick HCs!

Johnny Knoxville X Fem!Reader, Chris Pontius X Fem!Reader, Steve-O X Fem!Reader, Bam Margera X Fem!Reader, Ryan Dunn X Fem!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of illness, pet names (ie. darlin’), alcohol

An: While writing this, I was actually bed bound for two days to to a nasty respiratory illness, so I think you could guess where my inspiration came from XD Ironically enough, in between writing this and coming out I got sick again. Boy, what an immune system I have! I get sick frequently and one thing I can always count on making me feel better is writing about the guys :)

You had no appetite, you could barely leave your bed, and you had a temperature of 101.9. Yep, with how sick you were, there was no way you’d be able to go to work.

So you called your boyfriend to help take care of you

Johnny

“Oh, darlin’…”

You were in sore shape, and like the amazing boyfriend he was, Johnny went to helping you feel better right away!

Really, he missed his calling as a doctor or nurse with how sweet and considerate he is to you

Helping you out of bed if you’re weak on your feet and to the shower, assuring you how much better you’ll feel after you get a lil’ steam in your system <3

And after you get out, he’d sit behind you and gently comb/brush our hair for you, no matter how many times you mumbled to him that yes, you were sick, but you could take care of your basic needs yourself

But you secretly enjoyed being babied by him

If you couldn’t stomach much, he’d bring you some warm tea and fruit with a kiss on the forehead before he went to set up the humidifier

When Robitussin and NyQuill weren’t making a dent in your fever, Johnny got a little creative,

“If it doesn’t make you better, you’ll forget you were sick in the first place!” He explained, handing you the mug of hot water, lemon, and a splash of bourbon

A hot toddy, he told you it was called, something his mama used to give him when he was sick at home

And that thing worked.

Your eyes were falling close as you murmured, half asleep already,

“Thank you, Dr. Knoxville…”

Bam

“You look like shit.”

Lack of bedside manner aside, he is probably the last person you want taking care of you while you’re sick.

“Well thanks, Bam- I feel like shit.”

Feeling a little bad for you he asked if you needed anything

So you asked for something to eat- maybe soup and warm tea?

But all you received was an uncrustqble (which you bought because bam doesn’t like the crusts on his sandwiches) and a bottle of water lobbed onto your bed from the doorway.

“D’you think you could grab me some tissues too?”

With a groan, Bam disappeared into the bathroom before you heard all this thudding and an exasperated, “Fuck!”

Before he emerged with a roll of toilet paper.

Sure, maybe he wasn’t Florence Nightingale, but he did what you asked and you honestly didn’t even expect this much from him

He mumbled, disticnt affectionate tone in his voice as a smile crept onto his face as he walked by your bedside to ruffle your hair a little,

“You’re a real pain in the ass, Y/N.”

Chris

“Time for your sponge bath!”

Chris is a firm believer in the fact that laughter is the best medicine

So that’s why he walked into your room wearing one of those sexy nurse outfits.

And while you appreciated the sentiment, you didn’t really need the sponge bath

You also didn’t need the rectal thermometer he proudly offered to you,

“Time to take your temperature! Roll over!” He chuckled that sweet stoner laugh of his, “Kidding, kidding- it’s one’a the normal ones.”

Or when Chris pretended to “accidentally” drop said thermometer next to your bed and bend over to pick it up with his ass in full veiw.

Soon, you began to recognize the click clack of cherry red high heels as the sounds of Nurse Pontius,

And you’d come to anticipate his spectacular bedside manner ;)

In fact, this whole ordeal just left you more endeared to him

Yes, even when he asked to warm your boobies up because in his words, they looked really cold.

“You know, your probably the best nurse I’ve ever had.”

Steve-O

“What’s goin’ on?”

He stumbled into your room, having kind of forgotten why you called him,

Steve isn’t so much of a caregiver as he is a heating pad

But damn it if he isn’t a good heating pad

He’d just walk into the room and lay down next to you, all warm and cozy- a heaven for your shivering, sick body

Despite how nice it felt to cling to him, he isn’t much help besides that given the fact he fell asleep five minutes ago (not that you noticed)

“Hey, do you think you could grab me some-“ Yep. Out cold

So you had to tear yourself from the comfort of your bed to make yourself soup

And when you return, all shivering as you slip back under the covers,

Of course that’s when he wakes up.

You had already started eating when Steve took the bowl from where it was resting on your lap to steal a few bites himself

When you pointed out that he just used the same spoon you did (and would probably get sick too), he just shrugged,

“So what? I don’t care.”

Ryan

“Are you dead yet?”

While there was an unmistakeable tone of sarcasm in Ryan’s voice, he really was concerned

Out of all the guys, he would be the one to get worried sick (no pun intended) about his ill girlfriend :(

But he played it off well, saying that he didn’t have anything to do that weekend despite canceling plans with Bam to look over you

So he might as well sit by your bedside to make sure you’re okay!

Or that he just conveniently rented all of your favorite movies because he wanted to watch them, but you’re free to join him if you wanna watch

And, despite your warnings that you’ll get him sick, he’d have no problem with laying down next to you if you can’t sleep

Because that’s what the two of you usually do! No reason to break routine because of a stupid cold.

“C’mon! With you shiverin’ like that, how could I not? It’s like seein’ a kitten out in the rain…”

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yellowbunnydreams · 1 year ago

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Mechanised Devotion (Part 12) FINALE ~Steve Raglan/William Afton x Female Reader~

~Thank you so much for all your support on this project of mine guys! I really am blown away by how many of you have been enjoying the story and I can only hope that my first attempt of 'X Reader' has been written well! Also this one gets spicy Sorry this one is so chunky!~

Word count so far (all parts:) 25,162

Tag List!: @ruh--roh-raggy @likoplays @perfectlycraftychaos @kawikami @dilfity

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11

CW: Minors DNI, (18+ ONLY), Female Reader, afab reader, legal age gap (Reader- 20's, William - 40's), mention of crimes and violence, blood, mentions of child death (it's FNAF, what did you expect?), past trauma; abusive relationships. Stalking. Religious imagery? Dub-con if you squint, knife play? Biting. Torture? BDSM? Oral (female recieving), multiple orgasms, creampie

William Afton stared at the mugshot that had been placed on the table in front of him. His younger, less bearded self who didn't need the glasses as much and had less lines to betray his stress. A cock-sure grin on his face even back then, it was undeniably him.

"Where did you get this?" He asked, swallowing dryly as he managed to tear his silver eyes away from the flash from the past. Seeking out yours as he held out his arms, palms up as he took a slow and deliberate step towards you, feeling his own stomach turning as you took an equal step back from him. It hurt something inside of him as he watched you purposefully avoiding his eyes, keeping your distance. "Sweetie-"

"Don't call me that." You snapped, choking on your words as you hugged your arms around yourself. Feeling yourself shake as you realised you had been clinging onto some scrap of hope that he would deny it, or joke about how it was some stupid prank he'd pulled when he was younger to try and appear tough to his friends. But there was nothing of the sort falling from his lips.

He sighed your name, taking another step towards you and side-eyeing Vanessa whilst he moved. Scowling his disapproval at her as he knew she must have been something to do with it all. He felt cornered, trapped by his own actions. Afton did not like to be prey.

"I asked, where did you get this? That's all I want to know." Trying to keep his voice as the warm one you knew, but you could hear some of the bass and gravel breaking through as the mask slipped further from the image you knew.

"I'm not going to tell you that Ste-..William." You fumbled over his name again, but spat his name with venom he never would have expected. Like it soured your tongue just to say it. He'd dreamed of hearing you say his name, his real name, but after that kiss that you had initiated, he only thought it would be spoken with tenderness or cried for when he introduced you to his pleasures and pains.

It really riled him up that none of this had gone to plan.

"Please, please just tell me. I just want to know where you got it from, and I can clear all of this up. It's a misunderstanding! A silly little thing gotten out of hand, but we can't have stupid things like going around and ruining my, our, reputation can we?" He cooed, taking another step towards you and feeling that stabbing pain in his chest as you continued to move one back.

"Our reputation?" OUR REPUTATION?!" You found yourself shaking in fear and rage as he tried to pin it on the both of you, weasel his way between the cracks of your question and turn it back onto you. You realised now that it had always been that way with him, how much had you even known about the man before you before you kissed him? You knew what he said his favourite pie was, you thought you knew he was kind and considerate. You thought you knew he was real. "Fuck you, my reputation was with a man who never existed." Feeling your eyes prickling with hot tears, turning your back on him after a few steps, noticing Vanessa giving a sympathetic smile as she gestured towards the door with her head.

Following behind the blonde, you heard the heavier footsteps behind you, calling your name softly, then firmly. Growling it when the sweetness didn't work on you anymore. Hearing him say your name was almost too much, almost made you want to stop and tell him you were sorry. But you kept putting one foot in front of another. Vanessa already outside the front door and waiting for you, her hand extended slightly as if to guide you back out into the forgiving night air.

Behind you, William collapsed to his knees, hitting the wooden flooring with a heavy 'thud'. Feeling his eyes become hot and stinging in a way he didn't enjoy. He hadn't cried many times in his life, and he wasn't sure why he wanted to now, not entirely. Having you ignoring him was frustrating, but it also hurt. There was something undeniably attractive and charming about you, even when you weren't afraid or in pain. He had found himself drawn into your own web when you kissed him and to have that sensation suddenly ripped from him was almost too much.

But he was an Afton, he was William Afton, and that meant he endured.

He put his hands on the floor, head bowed and his breathing turned ragged and shuddering, eyes closed for a moment before he looked up again, watching as your foot was about to cross the threshold out of his home. Out of his reach.

"Doll please, please I-" He choked on his own words as his deep voice began to crack with emotion. "I wanted to tell you. Please," he called your name again, watching as you paused and turned your head, watching over your shoulder. His hands raising up and pointing to his own chest, feeling the rattling breaths in his chest as he tried to blink back tears. "don't make me beg. I never meant for it to go this far, but you.. oh you my doll were too precious for me to lose." He let his guts spill in his words, voice continuing to crack as he fought to hide his shaking hands as he reached out to you again.

"Don't you see? I knew you would see the monster everybody thinks I am, that I- that you deserved better than me. Some freak who felt for the first time in years when you kissed me." He couldn't see you clearly anymore as his cheeks and beard suddenly ran warm with tears.

It was almost pathetic, watching him on the floor with his arms upstretched towards you like a man in prayer. Begging for some deity to save him from himself. Something broke in your heart as you watched tears spill down his face and listened to his voice cracking, babbling between begging you to understand and painting himself in pity. You could see the way his calloused hands trembled, and in that moment, he looked frail, broken and lost.

"He's lying, come on. If you stay you'll die." Vanessa whispered harshly, tugging at your arm as you watched the giant of a man behind you curl into himself on his knees, hands covering his face and taking deep rasping breaths as he tried to contain himself. Rocking back and forth slightly in place.

"Please, please just tell me why you want to leave?" He begged you, and you felt Vanessa's grip tighten on your arm.

"Come on! You can't seriously believe anything he's saying."

"Why have you left me here like this? Why now?"

"Please, he's having a tantrum, he'll wipe away those tears as soon as you turn your back."

"Didn't you love me, even just a little bit?"

His final plea broke you and you began to cry openly. Tears streaming down your face as you looked back at Vanessa, freedom from the monster on the floor just footsteps away.

"Forgive me." You whispered as you wrenched your hand from her grip, causing her to gasp out as you stepped back and locked the door. Hearing her pounding it from the outside before you turned to look at the mess you had made. Drowning out her voice as you cautiously took steps towards William.

He heard you steps approaching, his glasses fogged up and streaked by his tears, sniffling as his hands moved from his face, holding them open to you once again almost in prayer. To be saved from himself, from the loneliness that such a life of sin had led him into. Carefully, as if he might bite, you took his glasses and placed them to one side. Looking clearly at his face and placing your hands on top of his open ones. Feeling the callouses beneath your smooth, soft hands. You were the saint to his sins, uncorrupted, soft and hurting.

But who in all the centuries of religion had anybody prayed for the devil?

He pulled you in as your hands touched his, unable to resist his strength as your body slammed into his. His strong arms wrapping around your smaller body in a tight embrace as you felt his hot, sticky breath against your head and neck, one hand cradling against the back of your head so that your forehead rested against one broad shoulder. Your hands pressed against his chest, trapped between your bodies as he squeezed you tightly, shaking softly and taking deep, rattling breaths as he tried to compose himself.

"Didn't I tell you once, I wanted you to answer my questions when I asked them?" He whispered into your ear, his lips brushing the gentle curve and letting his breath move across you skin to create Goosebumps. Although you took a moment to recognise the words, you had heard them in a more demanding tone before.

He's been there since the very beginning. And suddenly the fact he had found you wondering the roads didn't seem like luck, but cold calculated planning. You began to struggle against him, trying to separate yourself from the embrace but he only held on tighter, his thick fingers moving through your hair as he made soothing noises.

"Do you really think after everything you've made me feel, after everything I have done for you...Everything I will continue to do for you, doll, that I would let you go?" He asked, feeling the grief of loss turn into a cold, hungry anger in his chest as he had you pressed against him.

"Please I-"

"Please what, my darling?" He cooed, still gravelly and voice more even, cracking less as he turned his head and bit your earlobe gently, making you gasp and jump, eliciting a satisfied hum from the giant man.

"Please William, please just let me go. I-I promise nobody will know about-" Another bite cut off your words as he progressed from your earlobe to along your jaw, causing another gasp to fall from your lips as you tried to push him away, yelping as he bit harder as a punishment for not remaining still in his arms.

"You see, I really want to believe that doll, I really do. But I have too many things I want...no, I NEED, to do to you. I told you that you were too precious to me, and I meant it." He pulled back from his attention on your jaw and smiled ruefully at you, fingers tightening in your hair and forcing your head back for him. Groaning and feeling his cock twitch in his slacks as he studied the bruises already showing on your skin from his teeth. "But you hurt me, you hurt my heart, you hurt my trust, and you hurt me physically."

Controlling you by the back of your head, he used his teeth to unwind the bandages around his right arm, revealing mostly healed, sunken pinkish-white scars in a strange pattern of dots and rings like those you had seen on his back whilst he was shirtless. Confirming what you knew about him being the one in the Spring Bonnie costume, the one who had hurt you. Saved you. Made you melt. Made you freeze.

"So how about this? I get to mark you up and show the world who you belong to really. Steve Raglan would never do such a thing to a pretty cry-baby like yourself, but I, William Afton, am a great believer in symmetry." his voice was husky as he unfolded himself from beneath you, making you cry out as you were dragged up by the back of your head, feeling his heavy footsteps carry you easily across the floor despite your kicking and fighting protests.

He led you up the stairs, still holding onto you before taking you to the end of the hallways which you recognised as his bedroom. You struggled against his vice-like grip, but he was far bigger and stronger than you as he opened the door and flung you on the bed like you were nothing to him. Not quite recognising the yellow tube that bounced as you hit the mattress, but as he quickly straddled your thighs as you tried to sit up, you saw the dark hunger back in his eyes. Grabbing something from behind the headboard as he loomed over you.

Pulling out a length of rope, he worked quickly, pulling on your left arm and sliding the thick heavy tube over your arm. Cold metal filled the inside and you swore that you felt what you would have called knives lining it, his large hands expertly tying your smaller wrists above your head and leaving you no option for escape from him.

Leaning in, he brushed his nose against yours, speaking slowly and softly, but in that hungry tone that made your core heat up even as the hairs on the back of your neck stood up.

"That doll, is part of a springlock costume. You've seen me wear it before, well, inside of that beautiful piece of kit is lots of metal holding back the animatronic parts. You should remember what happens when you set it off." He chuckled, gesturing to his forearm as you got the cold realisation that he had placed the same thing on your arm. "So what I'm going to do, is I'm going to give you matching scars with me darling. Consider it a belated punishment for hurting me." He smirked, his breathing hitched and excited as he looked at you, vulnerable and helpless beneath his larger body.

You sobbed as you tried to pull against your bindings, but William looked down at you and felt himself aching, you looked so pretty beneath him. Manoeuvring off of your thighs, he seemed to drink you in with dark eyes, almost all of the sweetness you had know gone from them. His large hands gripped your thighs, lifting them easily and sliding them along your body, across your hips and pausing as his thumbs slid up your hoodie, feeling your warm skin beneath them and he took a moment to look back up at you before his fingers moved deftly, unbuttoning your jeans and pulling them down in a swift motion. Another tug and they were thrown into the corner of his room, and you felt the shame burning in your chest as the cold air hit your body that you were turned on by him. Your hands clenching into fists as you tried to squeeze your thighs together and hide yourself from him.

William was stronger and faster however, levering them back apart at the knees and taking a shuddering breath as he looked at the black lacey thing you had on beneath. Growling lowly in his chest, his rough hands moved up the inside of your thighs, setting the skin afire despite your sobs and the fear burning through your mind. Feeling small parts of it replaced with arousal as you looked down at the man, watching him lean in closer to your body.

"W-William please, what are you doing?" You sobbed, watching as his eyes snapped away from your core to your face, giving that warm, lopsided smile that made your heart flutter as he crawled up your body, hands either side of your chest and his hips sliding into place between yours, letting his weight fall against your smaller body as he leaned in and licked your cheek following the path of one of your tears. One hands reaching up and wiping the rest from your cheek with his thumb as he seem to contemplate what to say.

"I'm proving to you I'm not as much of a monster as you think I am, sweetie. See, if I was a monster, I would have brought the whole suit and let you experience everything all at once! But instead, I'm only letting you have a tiny bit," tapping the suit piece on your arm and making you wince as you imagined it going off then and there "and I'm going to give you pleasure even. Won't that be nice? Pleasure and pain all mixed together so perfectly?"

His hand snapped to your throat, holding it up and humming, squeezing just under your jaw and making your head spin as he avoided crushing your windpipe and instead just restricted the blood-flow to your brain. Making your head spin and throb as you were forced to stare into his silvery eyes, trying to figure out what he was waiting for when you recalled something from earlier. Swallowing desperately as you tried to speak.

"I-I'm scared William, this i-isn't how I wanted it to be." His eyes softened for a moment as he released his grip on your neck, allowing blood to rush back to your head and see stars once again as he lovingly stroked your neck, trailing down your chest and gripping one breast through your hoodie, rough and harsh, making you cry out as he hummed again.

"Good girl, you remembered I hate having questions not answered. I know you're scared sweet girl, but I don't want that feeling to go away. This isn't how I wanted to take you either, I mean, I had so many plans. There was going to be a whole time-line, stripping away pieces of myself until you fell in love with the real me. But you had to ruin my fun and make me act, didn't you? You pretty little thing."

William pressed himself against your core and watched as you bit your lip, fighting back making noise as you wanted to moan for him. Your shaking body beneath him was exquisite, and he began to kiss down your body, taking time to feel through your hoodie how the valley of your breasts fell along your sternum, the dip and curve of your stomach as you tried not to hyperventilate. The flare of your hips under his hands as his fingers hooked into your panties and pulled them down swiftly. A mix of eager and patient that seemed just right to him given the circumstances you were both under.

Even under the low light, William could see the slick coating your lips and shuddered as he knew you had been being turned on by his sick actions. Grabbing your hips with a growl, he lifted you up, barely supporting your lower back with one massive hand as he swung his body round. Pulling at your restraints as he positioned himself correctly, just how he wanted it to be. Laying on his back with his mouth beneath your dripping pussy, breath hot against your skin and his beard tickling the inside of your thighs. He grinned as he noticed how your back had to remain arched, pulling up his knees so you could lay your back against them should you fall back.

You jumped when his tongue slowly, teasingly lapped against your skin. Biting back a moan as he paid attention to the sensitive folds and unable to hold back a gasp as he pressed his lips to your swollen clit, kissing and sucking the sensitive little bundle of nerves and making your body shake more above him. His hands on your hips and holding you in place as he watched your expressions intently, arms still somewhat extended above your head by the rope. The older man focused on your pleasure, letting his tongue flick across and roll around the bud just to hear your gasps and repressed whines of desire.

Your eyes stung from crying, your shoulders and arms hurt from the position he had pulled you into. But the pleasure running through your core and sending shivers up your spine as you tried not to give him the satisfaction of hearing you made you melt.

Denying yourself to him was an almost fruitless exercise.

He growled into your body as he slipped his tongue from your clit to your hole, pressing it in and moaning as he fully tasted you for the first time. The grip on your hips tightening to an almost bruising force as you failed to stop a moan falling from your lips. The hungry fire in his eyes sparking at the sound and making him almost feverish to hear more, redoubling his efforts as he subtly pulled your hips back and forth, grinding you across his face as he lapped at your walls, wanting to hear you. To feel you give yourself over to him.

You tried to hold yourself together as William Afton worked to unravel you on his tongue, somehow knowing that as soon as you came undone, you would never be able to leave him again.

"William." His name fell from you like a whispered plea, a bitter prayer to an unfair god and you felt the vibration running through your body as he growled beneath you hearing his name in such a way. Removing his tongue from you and causing you to whine needily as the pleasure stopped, your legs forced apart further as he moved and slipped you over his shoulders, laying you back against his legs.

"Say my name again, doll." He demanded, sitting up and licking at his lips, letting the taste of you linger on him unlike your first kiss with him, his hands stroking your thighs as you laid against his legs, feeling your back being forced to arch by his slightly bent knees.

"William." It slipped out without thought, the walls of your resistance crumbling as your fear was replaced with arousal. You knew it was wrong, you should be attempting to escape, fight, anything but-

The thought was cut off as he slid his middle finger inside of you, making you moan as the thick digit stretched you with a rough intrusion. Hearing his shuddering breaths as he admired you under his control, under his spell once again even as you tried to deny it. A grin spreading across his face as he forced a second finger to join the first, relishing in the cry that came from you. Eyes watering as the stretch was painful and oh-so-good at the same time, your walls clamping around his fingers as he seemed to stroke at a part of you that made your body convulse and his fingers become crushed by your insides. William bit his lip as he too held back, trying not to snap and lose control as he watched your expressions, how your brow furrowed and your eyes fluttered for him, your lips parting and quivering as you gave him his own symphony of noises which only served to encourage him more.

You could feel your orgasm rapidly approaching, and your eyes fluttered back into your skull, clenching tighter around his fingers and more frequently, the lewd sound of your wetness finally reaching your ears as your brain finally gave in, desperate for release even if it was at the hands of monster.

"William I-... Oh god please I want to..."Your words cracking and broken, making William smile as he pushed his bottom lip out in a fake pout, looking down at you and the mess you were in his lap. So pretty. So vulnerable. All for him.

"Can't you use your words sweetie? Tell me what you want." He cooed, making you whimper as you tried to pull enough breath into your lungs so you could answer him.

"I need to cum, please William, please make me cum?" It had meant to be statement, but the whining, breaking tone in your voice made it sound like a request. One that the man was all too happy to oblige.

Rapidly changing his position, he laid besides you on his side, making you shake and gasp as suddenly the heel of his large hand had a chance to meet with and grind against your clit and you cried out. Feeling his warm breath against your ear and making you turn your head, the other arm snaking around your back and squeezing onto your shoulder, pulling you closer as he whispered against your lips.

"Give yourself to me."

And you came undone.

Your back arched as you cried out, hands clenching and unclenching as you squirmed, your wetness coating his fingers and hand. As the dopamine and euphoria washed through your body, you suddenly screamed as pain shot through your left arm, making you spasm harder and your eyes snap open, your hand clenching against it as you looked up, watching the white pillows become red as blood seeped from within the springlock suit. William's fingers pressing a thin rod into a small hole on the sturdy outside structure. You realised as your body convulsed from the searing pain and the orgasm that William prolonged by continuing to finger and palm your clit, that he had waited for your euphoria to inflict the pain on you.

He removed his fingers from you and brought them up to his face, cleaning them off and moaning as he tasted you again, looking down at your pained, confused expression as your body registered more pain than pleasure. Cuddling his face into your neck, he kissed along your ear as he whispered sweetly to you.

"That wasn't so bad was it? And you did so well for me. You make me feel so fucking hard when you call my name like that sweetie."

Moving again, he forced your legs apart again with with knees, reaching back and forcing off your shoes before focusing on you again. His large fingers worked deftly to tie your wrists, admiring the roped pattern they still held in pale bruises afterwards, then working on removing the springlock from your arm. Careful and considerate as he managed to move the pin and get them to reset, freeing your now bleeding arm. With your arms free, he made quick work of pulling your hoodie off and unclasping your bra, throwing both articles of clothing off into a corner to join the rest. His hungry gaze wandering your naked body as you cradled your injured arm against your chest and quietly sobbed.

And now, you were just like him. An angel and the devil bearing the same marks, more bonding than any ring or vow.

He took his time removing his shirt and undershirt, revealing his broad, muscular and scarred chest to you again. Your eyes naturally following the trail of hair down his chest and to his waistband before you even realised what you were doing. The smile on his face was almost cocky as he noticed it too, and his hands quickly worked on undoing his slacks, watching with relish as your eyes went wide at seeing his bulge for the first time.

Standing for a moment, he stripped off fully, his erection pulsing even without touching it, although as he looked at your bleeding, bruised body laid out before him, he couldn't help as he gave himself a few languid strokes. Groaning as his eyes fluttered before he finally crawled back onto the bed.

His knees forced your legs apart again, and he laid his weight against you oh-so carefully, like he was afraid he would crush you despite the fact he had just hurt you. Letting you feel his size lined up against your stomach and where it would reach inside you as he pulled your arms from your chest. Making you shiver and squirm as he licked up your bloody arm and he eyes darkened, moaning as he tasted you in a different way.

"Is there a part of you that doesn't taste good?" He asked, whispering your name as his nose rubbed against yours sweetly before he brushed his lips against yours.

"I-...William it hurts."

"I know sweetie, and you're going to hurt for a bit longer, but I know you're not going to make me hurt you like this again." He reassured, before you felt his lips capture yours again. Biting at your lip and making you gasp as he took to opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. Your arms automatically wrapping around his back and scratching your nails across his skin, making him moan and move his hips against you. His cock sliding between your folds and collecting your arousal, making you shiver each time he moved over your over sensitive clit, moaning into the kiss that tasted like iron and your arousal.

The weight of his body was reassuring, and the way he moved so sweetly against you almost made you forget about how your arm stung and felt too warm and wet. That hand moving into his hair and lacing into his greying hair, holding on as one of his hands similarly cradled your head, the other roaming your body as if committing it to memory. Squeezing and groping with a bruising intensity across your breast and hips. His tongue met with yours and letting them battle for dominance even though you knew that there was no way you could win. His kisses became sloppy, desperate as he growled and moaned, his hips rubbing against you faster as you felt the hot drool of precum smear across your stomach before he reached down from your hip.

Your breath was stolen as he slammed himself into you, a silent scream as he bottomed out in one motion and moaned your name. His fingers tightening in your hair as your nails scratched down his back. You could feel his cock pulsing inside your tightness for the brief moment he paused to savour you before he began fucking you with a burning intensity.

The lewd sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room as both of you prickled with sweat under the intensity. William released your hair to sit up, kneeling on the bed and gripping your hips, pulling them up his lap as he slammed into you, knocking the breath from your lungs as he stretched and filled you in a way you had never felt before.

Even though he seemed to fill you everywhere, each stroke of his cock against your walls seemed to stoke another fire in your stomach, watching where you met for a few moment as his cock disappeared inside you. Hitting the spot that made breathing and thinking hard repeatedly as he moved feverishly, an intense look on his face as his brow furrowed, lip curled up into a snarl as he growled and grunted. Focused on how good you felt wrapped around him.

Noticing your lack of attention on him, he snarled and moved forwards, one arm caging you in whilst the other held your throat again, squeezing tight as he forced you to look into his dark eyes. Wide and wild as he felt himself coming closer and closer to his own orgasm, wanting to claim you utterly as his.

You were his. Utterly and entirely, and he would kill you before he let you go.

"William I'm... I'm going to cum again." You whined out, making the large man snarl. No words escaping him as he held your throat tighter and redoubled his efforts, slamming his hips into yours with furious intensity as he watched your face, glancing to where his cock slammed into your pussy and moaning, feeling his body shudder as he released your throat and leaned in, biting your shoulder harshly and making you yelp between the moans and whimpers that drove him into becoming feral.

"Fucking cum for me,... be mine. Never leave me again." He growled into your ear before biting at your skin again, being sure to leave painful hickeys across your skin as he slammed into you. Hearing you crying out his name as your body spasmed and arched under his, William's name falling from you like a pleading chant as you were wracked by your second orgasm. Coating him in your slick as he continued to thrust into you, becoming sloppy as he reached his own peak.

He moaned your name into your shoulder, holding you close with his arms wrapped around you, pressing you into his body as you felt his thrusts slow and become jerky. Feeling him filling you with thick, hot ropes of cum and making you shudder more as even as the ropes finished, he languidly rolled his hips into yours a few more times.

Laying together, both of you breathless as your bliss washed over you. He began to kiss your neck softly, paying attention to where he had bitten and bruised, trailing it over your arm and onto each deep cut that the springlocks had inflicted, making you wince before he brought his now red lips to yours. Kissing you softly, as gently and slowly as you had imagined your first kiss would have gone before your world fell apart and was rebuilt again by the same man.

Carefully, he pulled himself out of you, watching your body shiver as he reached over to the bedside table and pulled out a roll and bandages and gauze. Sitting on the bed and pulling you carefully into his lap so your back laid against his, kissing your head and shoulder before taking your arm and wrapping it carefully. So gently your heart fluttered that he was taking care of you, making sure he was soft after being so rough with you before.

"Never leave me, please sweetie? I wouldn't want to have to teach you another lesson if you tried to leave me again, I don't want to hurt you like this again. I want you to enjoy me, stay with me." William whispered as you turned your head to look at him, letting your lips meet in another soft and slow kiss before you rested your forehead against his.

"I promise William. I won't leave you again." and you meant every word of your mechanised devotion. Automatic, intense and everlasting, as you remained in the arms of William Afton and whispered sweet nothings to each other between kisses and bandages.

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gummydummy19 · 1 year ago

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Movie night

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x male reader

Summary: The boys catch their girl getting an early start on movie night and it makes the night take an interesting turn.

Content Warnings: Threesome, smut, dom/sub dynamics, watching porn, squirting, P/V sex, mentions of anal

A/N: I'm genuinely ashamed at how long this took me to write... thank you @hauntedkittenfun for the request and the incredible patience lol

Word Count: 2800+

You were out with Steve, walking around the grocery store looking for snacks. Tonight was movie night. It was a tradition Steve and Natasha had for years and when you joined the Avengers, it didn't take long before they invited you to join. The three of you were basically inseparable. Always goofing around together, flirting and teasing.

'Found it! Steve chirped, dropping two big bags of popcorn in the shopping cart you were pushing.

'Great, I think that's about it' you said, scanning the cart to make sure you had everything.

The both of you loaded your shopping bags in the car and drove back to the compound.

You glanced over at Steve who was sitting in the passenger seat, looking all pretty.

'Hey, eyes on the road,' he joked

'Aye aye, captain,' you grinned back

When you arrived home, you expected Nat to come out and help you put the groceries away, but she was nowhere to be found.

You had agreed to watch the movie in the living room since that room had the biggest TV. So that's where you decided to look first.

'Do you...do you hear something?' Steve mumbled halfway down the hall.

'No...what do you hear?' you asked Steve, knowing his super hearing never let him down.

'I...uhm...' there was an undeniable blush creeping up Steve's cheeks, and quite frankly...it was adorable.

You raised your brow, curious at what he was hearing, so you walked closer to his door.

As you got closer to the living room, you started hearing it too. Soft moans combined with high-pitched ones.

It couldn't be? Right?

Well, only one way to find out. Your hand moved faster than your brain as you threw open the door, catching Nat in the middle of the couch with her hand between her legs, watching a very...interesting piece of film.

"That's not the movie we agreed on missy," you grinned.

Steve stood behind you red as a tomato and very quiet.

“I thought I had more time before you guys came home...” Nat pouted. She didn't look embarrassed at all. It was almost like she wanted to get caught...

'Is that so?' you teased, 'Well, don't let us spoil your fun...'

'Want me to keep going?' she asked innocently

'Hmm...' you dared.

'Only if you guys join me...'

You raised your brow again, only a tiny bit surprised at her request.

'What do you think, Stevie?' you asked, looking slightly over your shoulder.

He was a mess already. His cock had been straining against his pants since he heard the sounds from the hallway.

You backed up a bit into him, letting your ass rub slightly against his bulge as you tangled your fingers in his hair.

'Should we join her?'

You slowly guided Steve to the couch with you. You could tell he was having trouble deciding where to look; you, Nat, or the girl wantonly pounding her own pussy with a considerably large sex toy on the television.

The decision was made quite rapidly when said girl suddenly let out a particularly loud moan. The three of you simultaneously turned your heads toward the screen, just in time to catch the girl squirt all over her bed.

'Christ...' Steve nervously mumbled, 'there's no way that's real...'

It was Natasha's turn to raise her brow, as she gave Steve a curious look.

'Sure it is, Stevie...why wouldn't it be real?'

'It's just...it's so...I just don't buy.' He stated

'Steve, I'm telling you it's real, I swear. It's called squirting.' she explained

'Oh yeah? Well...prove it then.' He dared, clearly gaining a bit more confidence as his brain turned to full on horny-mode

'Yeah? Want me to show you?' she drawled

'Hmm...'

Natasha wasted no time in turning off the TV and placing herself down in the middle of the coffee table.

You and Steve plopped down on the couch, watching Natasha as she started teasing her fingers up and down her folds before sliding two of them inside her pussy in one swift motion.

She had been playing with herself for quite some time before she got caught and it had left her wetter than ever.

The sight of her with her legs spread and her head thrown back is better than any porn video you'd ever seen. You couldn't help but slide your hand down to your crotch, squeezing your bulge.

'You can't do it, Nat.' Steve taunted, trying to keep his voice steady.

fucking brat, you thought.

'O-oh no?...' she moaned, speeding up her movements.

Barely a couple seconds later she let wailed out as she started squirting so hard you felt your dick twitch, making you groan.

You looked over to Steve and noticed his face was a little wet...

'That's what you get for calling me a liar...' Nat mumbled cheekily, making you chuckle.

'Look at that, Stevie, Nat's not the only one who is wet anymore...' you laughed, pressing a kiss against his cheek to sneak a taste.

'I wanna see that again...' was all that Steve said before getting on his knees in front of Nat.

'Hey, don't get greedy...sharing is caring, Stevie,' you pouted, taking a seat next to him as he gave you a warm smile.

'You're right...' he mumbled, pulling you closer, 'C'mere...'

Steve pressed a needy kiss to your lips as you felt his big hands rub all over your crotch, making you groan in his mouth.

'Can you...?' he questioned, glancing over to Natasha's glistening pussy. 'You're better at this...show me how to do it...'

God. How could anyone ever say no to him?

Your eyes moved from Steve's pleading gaze to Nat's desperate one.

'Can I?' you checked, although you were pretty sure what the answer was gonna be.

'Please...' she whined, wiggling her hips a little.

'Open up,' you told Steve before gently putting two of your fingers into his greedy mouth. He sucked on them eagerly, making your cock twitch again.

'Take my cock out,' you commanded, 'but keep your eyes on her pussy, you don't wanna miss anything now do you, Stevie?'

'No, Sir' he whispered after he released your fingers, moving quickly to do as he was told.

You rubbed your spit-covered fingers over Nat’s clit first, making her shudder.

'See that, that's a very important spot when you wanna make her cum,' you explained as Steve took out your throbbing cock.

'But we don't wanna wear her out too soon, do we?' you taunted, letting your finger slide down a bit before stopping at her dripping hole.

'No, we wanna get her a little desperate first...' your finger teased around her entrance.

You looked at Steve to see his eyes glued on Natasha's pussy just like you told him to, all while he kept stroking your cock perfectly.

'Good boy, Stevie...' you praised lowly, 'now this next part is very important...'

You slowly pushed both fingers inside of her, immediately curling them up against that sensitive, spongy spot, making her whine and buck her hips a bit.

'Theeerree we go...' you chuckled, moving your fingers a little.

'This spot right here, Stevie....that's a very important one when you wanna make her squirt...'

Natasha moaned louder as you kept pumping your fingers inside of her. You slowly picked up the pace, hitting her spot a bit rougher each time.

'Feel that pressure build, baby?' you looked at Nat.

'Yeah...fuck...oh...' she whined, throwing her head back again.

Your free hand reached down to stop Steve's movements. You brought his hand up to your mouth and sucked his fingers

'Still watching, Stevie? The next part is gonna be really fun...' you groaned as you felt his grip tighten on your cock.

All he could do was nod furiously as he watched you move even quicker. Natasha let out another loud moan and before you knew it she was squirting again.

'That's a good fucking girl,' you groaned.

Steve had halted his movements. Too mesmerized to focus on jerking you off.

When Nat blinked her eyes back open she noticed both you and Steve and a couple drops on your shirts and faces.

She let out a tired giggle, hiding her face in embarrassing as she let herself lay back on the coffee table.

‘Oh my god…’ she mumbles with her hands still covering her face. ‘I wanna apologize but technically it’s really not my fault…’

'Hmm...don't be embarrassed, baby' you chuckle, hungrily licking your fingers clean. 'Tastes even sweeter than the popcorn...'

"I wanna try..." Steve mumbled, pushing your hand away to make room for his own.

Nat immediately moans at the touch, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as Steve stuffs his large fingers in her pussy.

'M'sensitive, Stevie...' she whines.

'Yeah? What if I find that special spot, huh? Is it sensitive there?' he taunted, his demeanor switching from subby to dominant in an instant as he wiggled his fingers a bit, immediately hitting the spot he was talking about.

Natasha keened in response, arching her back off the table as she squirted again.

'Fuccckkk!!' she whined as Steve moved his other hand to press on her lower belly, stretching out his thumb to rub circles over her swollen clit.

'SHIT I'M CUMMING! DADDY!' she screamed out, squirting even harder than before.

Steve fingered her through her orgasm with the smuggest of smiles before pulling his fingers out of her.

He was going to lick them clean, but you grabbed his hand and put his fingers in your own mouth instead, moaning as you tastes Nat's wetness.

'Don't forget who's in charge here, baby.' you teased before pulling him in for a dirty kiss.

'Lay down.' You commanded him and he happily obliged, wiggling off his jeans in the process.

You turned to Nat, who was just starting to come back to her senses before you kissed her breathless again.

'Get on top of him.'

'Yes sir...' she said with a smile, eagerly obliging just like Steve.

The second Natasha sinks down on his dick, Steve enters his dominant mode again, grinning at her as she struggled to take his cock.

'There you go...take all of me.' Steve groaned, guiding Nat down on his cock with his hands on her hips.

Nat huffed out a breath as she adjusted to his size, planting her palms against Steve's broad chest as she slowly started to bounce up and down on his cock.

Steve allowed her to have her fun.

For a minute...

'My turn now, sweetheart.' he smirked as he grabbed her shoulders, pulling her down on his cock as he started pounding into her.

Hard.

It didn't take long for her to squirt again all over his cock and stomach, making her moan out as she did so.

'Look at that, Stevie. You're turning our girl into a damn water fountain,' you joked as you watched him pound into her, stroking your cock as you observed.

Hearing you call her 'your girl' made Natasha's stomach flip. If it wasn't for Steve holding her up, she would have toppled over as another orgasm coursed through her body.

Steve really put his super soldier stamina to good use, pounding into her with no signs of stopping.

'Shit, shit, S-Steveee....' Nat whined, trying to push her hands against his stomach to get him to slow down.

'P-please, please stop, please...' she begged until he finally let up with a big grin plastered on his face.

'Too much?' he chuckled as she dropped her head to his neck, trying to catch her breath.

'Hmm...' she mumbled, unable to speak, making him chuckle again before he pressed a kiss in her hair.

'You okay?' you asked, sitting closer to the two of them as you gently rubbed up and down her back.

'Yeah...more than okay,' Nat smiled shyly.

God, she was so fucking gorgeous.

'Okay enough for another round?' you smirked

Her grin told you all you needed to know and you wasted no time in helping her off Steve's lap.

'Holy fuck...' Steve chuckled, finally admiring all the wetness that covered his body. 'how do you even squirt that much?'

'Well, I don't know...just kinda happens when you have a huge cock ramming into your g-spot over and over again...' she joked, making Steve throw you a smug look.

'Yeah yeah, keep smiling like that, Stevie. I bet you I can make her squirt harder.' you teased, crawling on top of Nat as she laid back on the floor.

'You're just talking shit, dude.' Steve shot back

'Oh yeah? Let's see who can make her squirt the most then.'

'Deal.'

You started pounding into Nat again almost immediately. The three of you went at it for hours. Leaving not only Natasha but the entire living room a mess.

'There we go....give me another one...' you groaned, making Nat squirt for the 6th time, 'good fucking girl...'

A few messy kisses later, Steve was pumping into her from behind, making her drip all over the carpet, groaning all kinds of filthy stuff in her ears.

It was kinda hot seeing him get all dominant with her, knowing he got all subby for you in the blink of an eye.

'What was that now, huh? Number 10? Number 11?' Steve taunted.

Nat was a blubbering mess. Mascara streaked down her cheeks as she giggled through the tears, all blissed out.

'I...I don't...just...uh...I-' she tried to string a sentence together but to no avail.

'My turn again.' You grinned, flipper her over so you were lying on top of her as you slid your throbbing cock into her abused hole.

You leaned down to kiss her, slow and passionate as you picked up the pace a little, making her whine.

'Need to cum...gonna let me cum in that fucked out pussy of yours?' you groaned, grinning when she nodded a bit too fast.

'Please...fill me, Daddy...need it so bad."

After basically edging yourself for yours, it didn't take long before you blew your load into Nat's pussy, letting your head drop against her shoulder, relishing in the way she ran her nails over your scalp.

'fuck....that was...jesus christ...' you huffed out, trying to catch your breath.

'Hmmm...' she smiled sweetly

'I think I lost track tho...Stevie, do you remember how many times that was?'

'M'not sure....maybe we should start over' he grinned, causing Natasha to throw the nearest pillow to his face.

'Next time we can check to see who out of the two of you can cum the most…I wonder if you will still laugh as much then'

'Okay okay...m'sorry...' you chuckled, pressing a kiss to her forehead before pulling out.

As you moved to lay down next to Nat, Steve got a full view of Natasha's open legs. Watching as your cum leaked out of her made his eyes twinkle.

'See something you like?' Nat giggled, seeing how Steve licked his lips as he stared at her cunt like it was his favorite snack on the planet.

'Hmm...lay back, princess....just let me have one more taste...' he mumbled before attaching his lips to her stuffed hole.

'Fuck...Steve....' She moaned while he ate her out with vigor.

Nat was too caught up to notice, but you didn't miss Steve bucking his hips into the pillow you threw at him earling as he whined at your taste leaking out of Nat's pussy.

Soon he stuffed two of his think fingers inside her, pressing that sensitive spot one more time.

'Just give me a last one...just one more...' he moaned, attaching his lips to her pussy as he fingered her.

Nat trembled as she came hard, squirting right into Steve's mouth while he groaned loudly, bucking his hips into the pillow fervently, covering it in his cum.

'fuck,' Steve groaned out, the blush on his cheeks increasing by the second.

'U okay there, Stevie?' you teased, making him hide his face in embarrassment.

'Shit...that was not how that was supposed to go down...' he explained, 'It was just so hot, and it tasted so fucking good....'

You laughed at Steve's adorable embarrassed face, pulling them both close to you on the large couch.

'Are you guys okay?' you asked earnestly as they snuggled up to you

'Hmm...' It sounded from both sides before silence took over for a minute.

'I definitely won, tho' you stated smugly, anticipating Steve's reaction.

'The hell you did!' he shot up, making you laugh

'Maybe we need a rematch sometime…' Natasha weighed in, making you both turn to her with a hopeful look

'You wanna do this with us again?' You asked

Your heart lit up a little when she gave you an adorable nod, snuggling close to you again.

'That was the best sex of my life...and besides...I've had a crush on you guys for months...' she admitted.

'Y-You...You have?' Steve studdered.

'Yeah....I was hoping you would walk in on me earlier...'

'I'm glad we did.' You promised, relishing in the feeling of your two favorite people snuggled up to you, warm and satisfied.

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testingthewatersss · 1 year ago

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Where you left me Trigger warnings for PTSD, mentions of war, torture, flashbacks etc. Bucky Barnes x F Reader Chapter 5 5600 words fluffy, fluff, mild angst. 18+ MDNI

Truths, bets and burgers

Tony leaves in an uncharacteristic silence. She decides to drop food off to the lab later, she knows talking about his parents still hurts, even though he’d been the one to broach the topic so publicly.

There’s a beat of silence following his departure, it’s only broken when Y/N pushes up from the games table she’s been leaning on, meeting Natasha’s waiting gaze.

“So are you gonna call, or would you rather I took care of it?” she asks patiently, “You seem to understand the process fairly well-”

“I thought-”

Y/N rolls her eyes at Steve’s interruption, and shrugs at Nat’s offer.

“and now Tony thinks” the red-head explains, as though she’s speaking to a toddler, “he has to know that he can’t just keep her locked up in here for safe keeping”

“Smart” Bucky says, understanding, if a little quiet.

Y/N clicks her tongue, considerate, eyes still on Romanoff despite the way she can see that Steve is still burning with questions he wants to ask.

“I want to swing by, pick up some bits, the rest can go into storage” she decides, “There’s not much I need to hang on too, no point carting it all here just to put it into boxes and ship it to a warehouse later.”

“Good call” Nat agrees, “Can you go tomorrow? If you can, I can have the place emptied by Thursday?”

“Sure I can” Y/N says, beaming gratefully, “Thanks, Nat.”

“No problem” she replies, before making to leave, “you can owe me one.”

The laugh that answers her is real, but so is the nod that follows it.

“I’m gonna regret that” she murmurs, turning back to the boys that are watching her, somewhat bewildered.

“I didn’t know you worked for SHEILD” Steve says first, letting himself start to press for answers he didn’t know he’d wanted until a few minutes earlier, “Must’ve been before my time”

“Must’ve been” Y/N agrees, “Although, I’m sure you were off ice when I was around, not that I payed the whole ‘Captan America’ thing much attention”

He gives her a scoff and paws anxiously at his hair. She thinks he looks an awful lot like the man beside him, especially when he locks his jaw and readies himself to continue his line of questioning.

“Did you get up to much ground work?”

“Ground work?” Bucky echos, confusion showing in the crease between his brow.

“Y’know? as a medic-”

“-I wasn’t strictly employed as a medic” she replies somewhat cryptically, “But I guess ground work would cover what I actually did, too”

He hums, unsatisfied, and she can’t help but notice how her partner’s attention is clearly spiked, too.

She sighs, and faces them fully.

“I was trained in basic combat before I got pulled in” she explains, “Tony was fresh out of the whole ‘torture in the desert, hole in the chest’ thing’- I’d helped patch him up, and then the whole situation with Obidias came to a head. It was quiet for a month or two, but then I got a call from Tony, out of the blue, saying he needed my help.”

Steve nods, urging her to continue;

“That was a big deal” she says, “especially back then, y’know? He was Iron Man, and, well… he was Tony, I’d known him most of my life, and he never asked for help, not unless he was really in trouble- so, I agreed, he turned up at my apartment, and took me to a meeting with Fury, they were trying to recruit him for the avengers initiative, I figured the same as he did, to start- that they wanted him to pick up where his dad left off, makin’ things to help them fight- but, it got heated pretty quick, they all started yellin’-He stormed off, and I stayed behind, ended up being recruited in his place, as a kind of middle man, the idea was that I’d work on the front lines so he wouldn’t have to, and then I’d report back, and bring him in if I deemed it necessary”

Both men are silenced by her recollection. Neither of them were expecting that level of background information, and it’s clear they don’t know what to do with it, now they have it.

“It worked, too” she continues, “for the most part, anyway- T was angry, when we told him, but I was still spending a tone of time with him, fixing his chest piece and all that, so, he made peace with it, I was paired up with agent Hill first, worked some low-level reckon jobs, and then they shipped me off to France, as part of a unit that were tracking some suspected HYDRA activity in Paris.”

Bucky’s head snaps up,

“I remember you tellin’ me ‘bout that” he recalls, “Y’said Stark pulled you out?”

Y/N smiles at him and nods, moving towards the juice on the counter, to take another swig.

“That’s right” she confirms, wiping her mouth on the back of my hand, “He heard that SHEILD had commissioned me for active combat, and he freaked out, got in his suite, and half dragged me back to the states”

He looks content with that, Steve, however, does not.

“You were a field agent?”

“Kind of-”, She shrugs, “- I guess that was their plan for me, but after Paris, Even though I collared Tony, told him he couldn’t do anything like that, ever, again, it didn’t quite sink in the way I’d hoped. I helped out on a few missions without him, but, he was too paranoid, kept causin’ a scene, fightin’ with Fury, anytime my name came up. We compromised eventually, decided I should just work directly with him and Rhodey, they didn’t really need a medical officer, not with the suites, but havin’ a sniper came in handy, and I made a pretty good decoy every now and then.”

“Decoy?” Steve repeats, like this information is blowing his mind,

“Mhm- It might have passed ya’ by, Cap, but the whole Iron-Man, War Machine, thing, doesn’t lend itself to espionage, they both lack subtlety, and havin’ a pretty girl on the ground to weasel information out of perps made a lot of things run smoother”

Bucky gives her a chuckle that Y/N thinks sounds awfully awed.

The expression on his face is one of total admiration. She averts her gaze before she can blush.

“Why’d ya stop?” is all Steve can think to ask,

“Because” she begins, “Just before the whole Loki invades New York Episode- I was workin’ with them, takin’ out some underground arms dealers, and one of the bad guys noticed that Tony had a soft spot for me, scooped me up to use as bait”

He looks horrified-

“I got out before Tony even had time to find me” she promises, using a deliberately calm tone, “I’d had tones of training by then, I can handle myself well enough- but it scared him, he begged me to stop workin’ for SHEILD, told me that with HYDRA making such bold moves it was only a matter of time before I got hurt, and I-” she stops herself, looking at the pair genuinely before running her hand through her hair, “and I, knew, that if I didn’t, if I didn’t stop- that he was going to end up gettin’ hurt tryin’ to keep me safe- I couldn’t have lived with that.”

Steve nods, understanding, a contrite look on his face.

“and that’s just the tip of the ice-burg” she teases, sensing how overwhelmed he is, “We grew up together, Steve- We were always makin’ trouble, that didn’t stop just because we got old”

“I bet it didn’t” Bucky murmurs, opening his arms in what looks like an awfully hopeful invitation, she obliges, sinking down into his lap, kicking her legs up across the other mans thighs, “I’m sorry, doll- ‘bout Howard, I didn’t know-”

“You have nothing to be sorry for, Buck” Steve cuts in, palm settling on Y/N’s shins, “It wasn’t-”

“Don’t start, Steve” he gristles, “You know damn well I have plenty to be-”

“Boys” Y/N chides softly, silencing the blonde before he can argue back, “it’s alright” she says, pressing a kiss to Barnes’ cheek-

He turns into the contact, ignoring Rodgers awkward position as he catches her lips instead.

The weight of her in his lap is grounding. The fact that she’s still willing to be so close to him, to be pressed against his chest is everything, to him right now.

With the new knowledge that she’d been close to a man he’d killed, that she’d been so involved with a family he’d destroyed, it’s more than he could’ve wished for.

The fact that his oldest friends eyes are on him as he kisses her, doesn’t seem to matter.

“So what is your plan, for the hospital?” Steve asks, coughing to try and distract from the couples affectionate display.

Y/N smiles, stroking Bucky’s cheek as she turns to look at the other man,

“I’ve taken a few days leave” she answers, letting Bucky wrap an arm around her shoulder, “when that’s up, I’ll work from here for a week or two, then if everything’s under control, I’ll get back to it properly, it’s not a bad commute, and I bet Tony’ll give me my pick of the cars”

“I’ll drive ya, Doll” Bucky is quick to offer, nuzzling her hair, “You don’t have to-”

“You’re not my chafer” she replies playfully, “but I gotta say, a ride home now and then wouldn’t go a miss”

He laughs softly, holding her as tightly as he dares. He hopes Steve can’t see how delicate he is, although when he offers the other man a smile, and receives a sympathetic look in response, he suspects it’s showing, anyway.

“I’m sure we’ll work some kinda roster out” Rodgers says, “between all of us, you won’t ever have to make your own way”

“Christ” Y/N says, “Cut it out, already”

Steve laughs, giving her knee a squeeze.

“It’s just” he sighs, “real nice, havin’ you here, Y/N/N- I know we all just wanna make it easy on you-”

“It’s already easy, Steve” she says, “This is probably the most expensive place to get a room in the whole of New York city, and I’ve got one for free-”

“Oh is that why you’re stayin, doll?” Bucky teases, “The rent in your old place gettin’ too much for ya? You just tryin’ to find a cheap bed for awhile?”

She laughs, letting him stroke her cheek,

“Or maybe it’s the company”

When she looks back at Steve, he’s beaming, it’s clear that seeing the pair engaged in such a jovial exchange is worth the blatant awkwardness he’s experiencing. She smiles back at him, settling back to listen as Bucky starts to run through a plan for sparing and grabbing something to eat.

Y/N barely tunes in, already knowing that she’s going to decline their offer of going with them to the gym;

“Whattd’ya say, darl?” Rodgers asks, “You’re always welcome to join”

“No thanks” she says politely, “You boys might ‘swell actually get some exercise in without me crampin’ your style”

Bucky snorts, but strokes her arm, letting her know he’s getting ready to move,

“I’ll go to the labs, check in with work, see if there’s any jobs I can do for the day”

Steve nods, and Barnes pecks at her brow as she moves to stand.

“I’ll come find ya for lunch?”

There’s an edge to his voice that Y/N really doesn’t like. It’s almost as if he expects her to say no, but it’s more than that, she thinks, it’s like he expects her to say no, cruelly.

“Sure, sweetheart-” she’s quick to accept, “Lunch sounds good”

Bucky’s smile splits his face. His cheeks flush red, as he whispers out an “It’s a date” that she thinks is awfully charming.

“It sure is” Y/N agrees, giving both men a hug, before leaving the room, back turned on where her lover is watching her walk away with a wistful expression.

It turns out, the board of directors over seeing her requested leave have decided that there is nothing for her to do for the remainder of the week.

The general consensus of everyone she manages to speak to seems to be that she’s owed time off, and that if anything comes up that requires her attention before she’s back on her regular schedule, they will be sure to let her know.

She suspects Tony at first; it wouldn’t be totally unrealistic to hear that he’s bribed a couple of higher ups to give her an easier time, but that moment of distrust passes as soon as she sees him, sitting behind an angle grinder in one of his ‘dirty labs’.

It’s essentially an overly stocked garage.

He wipes a smudge of oil from his cheek with the back of his hand, and asks her why she looks so glum.

“Bored” is the only word she has to say, for him to understand.

Music is blaring from inside the metal door, when Bucky arrives to collect her.

He’s surprised the pair can stand it, the volume must be nearly unbareable, if the vibrating of the concrete wall is anything to go by.

Or maybe he’s just sensitive.

“Lover boy’s outside” Tony’s voice rings through the intercom, “Better get your coat-”

“I don’t have a coat”

Laughter mixes with static as the door buzzes open, Y/N emerges in the same jeans and t-shirt she’d been wearing that morning, but her hair is tied back now, and there’s a streak of oil by her temple.

Bucky smiles at the sight of her, and reaches out for her hand.

She takes it, happily, and steps away from the now sealed room.

“What do ya’ feel like eatin’?” she asks, looking at him sweetly,

For a second, he forgets how to speak, he’s lost in the way she’s watching him, in the way her fingers are laced through his own.

“I-” he swallows, “I don’t mind, doll, I’ll have whatever you’re havin’”

Y/N feigns a tut, squeezing his palm to offset any hint of genuine displeasure.

“You, invited me” she jokes, “normally, that means you’ve got a plan”

Bucky feels his cheeks burn hot. He knows the interaction is playful, but he can’t help the way his heart drops at the idea of having disappointed her somehow.

“We could get ice cream?” he offers, because it’s suddenly the only kind of food he can think of

Y/N laughs, a happy, musical laugh.

“It’s October” she reminds him, “ and It’s raining”

“Oh” he says, heat spreading down across his neck, “I-”

“I’m gonna get three scoops of chocolate”

His eyes snap to hers, and just like that, his blazing embarrassment is gone, and he’s nothing more than a love sick teenager.

They take one of Tony’s BMWs. It’s matte black, and has windows so tinted that it’s impossible to see inside with them rolled up.

A crowd gathers as they park it outside a family owned gelato stand in downtown manhattan.

Y/N reaches into the glove box and pulls out a folded up cap. She hands it to Bucky with a smirk he only understands when he catches his reflection in a store’s front window, and he notices the embroidered ‘Captain America’s Shield’ that’s on the front of it.

“Why do you own this, again?” he asks, as they head inside.

“I don’t” she replies honestly, standing in line, “It’s Tony’s”

He snorts, edging closer to her side as the tightness of the space sinks in.

The small room is filled with metal tables, lined with lacy clothes, the front holds the till and a glass refrigerator that holds the ice cream they offer.

It’s deserted, bar the old man serving them, and a couple of school kids to their right, but still, it’s unfamiliar, and he’s nervous.

Y/N pretends not to notice the way he’s surveying the room. She orders for herself, and again, pretends not to notice the way that Bucky just stares at the choices before them, with a lost look in his eyes.

“I’ll have the same” he murmurs at last, shifting uncomfortably on his feet.

They pay, and say a polite thank you and goodbye before heading back into their car, ducking under the rain that has just restarted.

“How’re you likin’ it?” Y/N asks, as she kicks the car to life, her own cone half way eaten already,

“’s good” he says, “…cold”

She chuckles at that, before humming in agreement,

“That’ll be the ice part”

He snorts in response, and puts his free hand on her thigh.

It stays there, a warm, constant weight, until they pull into the parking lot of a diner on the outskirts of the city.

Y/N hadn’t told him she was heading there, but he doesn’t mind. He’s long finished eating, and so has she, and he’d be lying if he said that the afternoon ‘meeting’ he was supposed to attend with Sam Wilson was something he was keen to rush back too.

“Have you been here before?” she asks, already half knowing the answer.

When he shakes his head, she smiles, almost knowingly, before nodding;

“Howard used to bring me and Tony here when we were kids” she explains, “He had a deal with the owner, y’know? To keep it quiet when we were around, it was the only place he could go with us that wouldn’t get over-run with photographers”

His fingers tighten on her leg for a moment, and then, his hand retracts.

The absence of it after so long is jarring. Y/N looks at him strangely, before nodding to the run-down building they’re talking about,

“They make the best cheese-steaks in the state” she says, “and, I know they’re probably made in oil older than you, but their fries are pretty awesome too”

Bucky offers her a tightlipped smile that is full of remorse.

“Sweetheart” she soothes, reaching out to take his hand in hers, “I didn’t bring you here to make you feel bad”

He nods, looking at her, before pawing at his eyes with a metal fist.

“I brought you” she sighs, “because I saw how upset you got when you realised you hadn’t known how close I was with the Starks growin’ up”

“You were right” he says, throat tight, “I didn’t ask”

“No” she allows softly, bringing his flesh knuckles up to her lips, “But, it was unfair of me to think that you might.”

Confusion makes his brow knit together, the tenderness of her face across the back of his fingers makes his head cock to the side in questioning.

He doesn’t know why she’s being so kind. He’s furious at himself, he’s furious, that he murdered innocent people, and that that, lead to the destruction of a family who had meant so much to the woman he loves the most in the world.

He doesn’t deserve the way she’s holding his hand. He doesn’t deserve the way she’s reminding him to breathe through he nose.

“Bucky” she coos, seeing the distress swelling behind his eyes when he looks at her, “I should’ve been more open, ‘bout my childhood, I should’ve figured you’d want to know-”

“You were right not to tell me” he cuts in, voice dry, “I don’t deser-”

“Baby, you’re still not understandin’ me-” Y/N says, trying to think about how to get her point across, “I didn’t not tell you because of what happened with you and the Starks” she sighs, “I didn’t tell you, because I didn’t think you cared about my childhood- I didn’t think you’d want to know”

His eyes widen, and then narrow. She lets their hands fall to her lap.

“You lost your family” she tells him calmly, “When we first met, we talked about your folks, about your sister, and Steve, and everything you used to do-”

He watches her, speechless.

“My parents never came up, aside from me tellin’ you they’d died when I was a kid” she continues, “not that I minded, it was much nicer listenin’ to you, and all your stories than it would’ve been tellin’ you some of my own”

“I… I don’t understand” he says honestly, “You didn’t-”

“ I didn’t want you to feel like I wasn’t listenin’ to you, or like I was tryin’ to relate, when I never could-”

“…Y/N/N…”

Her head shakes, a soft smile on her face,

“I know that’s dumb” she explains, “but we had just met, Buck and I really cared about you, I didn’t want to do anythin’ to ruin what we had”

He understands that. He just doesn’t understand why her opening up about her childhood would have ever been a risk.

“Then it got more complicated” she admits, “When I saw the video-”

His heart stops. His mouth is suddenly dry and half open;

He had no idea she’d ever seen that.

“Tony showed me” she explains, “when he first noticed us gettin’ close, he thought it might deter me, I guess-”

“I’m sorry” is all he can manage to choke out, “I’m- I’m so sorry-”

“I know” Y/N is quick to assure him, “Sweetheart, I know you are, please don’t get upset-”

It’s too late for that. He’s beyond distraught already, but he owes it to her to hold it together, so he locks his jaw, and blinks at her, as blankly as he can.

“When I saw that-” she continues, needing to explain, “-I knew how terrible you’d feel if I brought up me being close with Howard- Christ, I saw how hard on yourself you were being already, and I couldn’t bring myself to add to it, Bucky I, I just couldn’t do that to you”

“To me?” he repeats, disbelieving, “Y/N, I killed-”

“HYDRA kill a lot of people” she cuts in, firmer now, “They killed Howard Stark, they almost killed Steve, and they did worse than kill you.”

Bucky opens his mouth to argue, but the words die in his throat when she kisses his fingers again, taking a minute to inhale through her nose and hold his hand against her cheek.

“It wasn’t fair of me to keep that side of my life from you” she says after a beat of quiet, “I’d have been upset if you hadn’t told me about your childhood, I’d have understood, I guess, given the circumstances, but still- I know it hurt you this mornin’, when you realised how much I’d kept quiet, and I’m sorry, Buck- I’m sorry I didn’t share it all with you sooner…and I know you won’t believe me, but I didn’t do it because of anythin’ you did wrong”

He stays quiet, her words echoing through his head.

He wants to tell her that he understands, that he’s not upset with her, that she’s never hurt him, and that he really, doesn’t deserve her consideration the way she thinks he does, but then, she gives his palm another squeeze, and nods, back towards the diner.

“That’s why I brought you here” Y/N says, watching the rain splattering against the puddles that have formed in the potholes.

“I love you” is what finally leaves Bucky’s lips, he clears his throat, hating how cracked his voice is, “I loved ya’ from the second we met, doll, you- you could’ve told me anythin’ and I’d have listened, I- I never would’ve thought you were tryin’ to out do me, or anythin’ like that, but, but you’re right, I- I would’ve… I would’ve taken it hard, if- if you’d have told me how close you were with, with the Starks”

She nods, so he inhales, before continuing,

“I knew about Tony I knew you were probably more like brother and sister, than, than just good friends, but I- I never knew it went this deep, and I- God, I- I never knew you saw, that you saw-”

His voice is shaking. Y/N hates it, she hates the way she can see him trying not to cry.

“It wasn’t you” she reminds him cooly, reaching out to stroke a piece of his hair back behind his ear, “I promise, I’ve always known it wasn’t you”

It was him though, he thinks grimly, he hadn’t meant to carry out the heinous tasks he was made to over the century he spent in captivity, but that doesn’t change the fact that he had.

“I know you don’t agree” she murmurs, “I know you feel responsible, sweetheart, but it was always so much bigger than you, there wasn’t anythin’ you could’ve done to stop it”

He doubts that, but he also doubts there’s anything, anyone could say to ease the permanent stain of guilt on his soul.

That thought’s almost comforting, in a twisted sort of way. The deep routed ache, the sleepless nights and his scarred body are as close to a punishment as he’s likely to get, now, and although it doesn’t seem like nearly enough, he supposes it’s better than nothing-

“Please, Buck” she says, drawing his gaze back to her face, “I can see you bein’ hard on yourself”

He shifts in his sheet, metal arm whining as he uses it to swipe at his eyes.

“I should’ve made them kill me” he says, “I should’ve-”

Her laugh is sad, it’s fake, but it catches his attention all the same,

“Do you really think, that there was anythin’, anythin’ at all, that you could’ve done, that would have made them kill you?” she asks

That question hangs in the air like smoke. It makes it hard for him to take a full breath, even when he’s taken it in, and has come to terms with the answer.

“I never stood a chance” he murmurs, hating that it’s probably the truth.

“No” she agrees sadly, “and I’m sorry, I’m so sorry that it turned out that way”

It’s Bucky who shakes his head this time and clutches her hand a fraction tighter, as he works on reminding himself that the rain hammering against the wind shield is just rain.

Y/N watches as he reigns himself back in, forcing a smile and unlocking his jaw.

“God” he sighs, “what a mess, doll- I, I just wanted to treat ya’ to lunch”

She chuckles lightly, sniffing to clear her nose.

“You got the bill at the last place” she reminds him, eyes flicking back to the diner, “I’ll get this one”

He looks surprised, like he’d forgotten where they were.

“Not a chance” he counters quickly, “I’m not lettin’ you spend a damn cent”

Her eyes roll, but he can’t help but blush when he notices how her smile is cemented on her face.

They run, hand in hand through the venues open door, despite their undeniable speed, Y/N’s hair is still drenched by the time they’re being shown to a dingy booth by a waitress wearing a 50s’ themed apron dress.

“So, was this your favourite spot?” Bucky asks from behind a menu, Captain America hat on the leather chair beside him.

Y/N beams even wider, as she lowers her own laminated sheet.

“Probably, although there was this bar we used to go to when we got a little older that I liked plenty well, too”

That makes him scoff, picturing a younger Tony taking a younger Y/N to some high-class drinking spot, where they sold spirits worth more than most folks rent-

“It’s not what you’re picturing” she tells him, almost smugly, “It was a dive bar in Brooklyn, called Mother Mary’s- They did the best nachos-”

“Can I get ya’ll somethin’ to drink?”

The waitress is blonde and grinning, pink lipstick and eye liner making her face look like a dolls as she blinks patiently at Bucky.

He almost squirms under her gaze, he shoots Y/N a desperate glance, but she just bites her lip and swallows a laugh,

“I.. I’ll have a coke?”

“Yes, sir” the woman replies cheerily, “and for your friend?”

“I’ll have a vanilla shake” Y/N cuts in, tone equally bright, “and a chocolate one, please”

Bucky mouths a thank you, as she turns away with a nod, and disappears into the kitchen.

“She fancies you, Barnes”

He feels his jaw hang slack. He forces out an uncomfortable scoff and shakes his head.

“I didn’t even notice she was a she, doll”

His partners laugh is much more natural.

The drinks are brought in record time, and Y/N takes pity on Barnes, ordering both of their meals, along with a couple of take out portions for Rodgers, and Tony herself.

The waitress, (who introduces herself directly to Bucky, as Traci, with an I) nods politely and vanishes, again, telling the pair not to worry about the unusual request of having 2 meals boxed up whilst they eat the rest in house.

“I’m tellin’ ya” Y/N teases, “she’s gonna give you her number”

“I am clearly here with you” Bucky counters, “Darlin’, you’re the most beautiful woman in the damn world-”

“You’ve gotta stop sayin’ that” she fake scolds, “and I’m not jealous, Buck- I’m just, tellin’ ya-”

“I’m never gonna stop-” he says quietly, batting his lashes at her over the shake she’s passed him, “-and there is no way she’s gonna’ give me anythin’ when I am clearly on a date with my girl”

“Wanna bet on that?”

“What kinda bet?”

“How about” Y/N drawls, “If she does give you her number, whilst I’m sat right here, you’ve gotta let me get the tab?”

“Fine” he agrees, sitting back in his seat, “But, if she doesn’t, then I get the tab, and, you’ve gotta admit that I’m right, that you are definitely the most beautiful woman in the world-”

They shake on it, and then, as if on que, the food arrives.

It is good, Bucky decides, It reminds him of the greasy fair ground meals that he used to scrimp and save for as a kid, even though he suspects the mustard is much less watered down.

Y/N dips her fries in her shake, and has almost chokes on her laughter when she sees how disgusted her partner looks at the action.

She insists he tries it too. He refuses, adamant that he has standards, doll.

“you’re missin’ out, sarge”

There’s a streak of ketchup on his chin, she leans across the table to wipe it with her thumb. He catches her hand and kisses it, swallowing his mouthful.

“‘m not missin’ out on a damn thing” he whispers into her wrist, “not when ‘m with you”

She rolls her eyes, slowly removing her hand from his, so that she can go back to eating her fries.

“I don’t know if you’re cheesy, or charming” she says, happily, “but I love you”

“I love you more” he replies quickly, “… thank you, Y/N/N, for bringing me here”

She wipes her mouth with the paper napkin she’s been given, before shaking her head.

“Anytime”

“Can I get you any dessert?”

Y/N notes that Traci’s voice has taken a significant turn towards sing song, she she watches the way she’s staring at Bucky, awaiting his reply.

He shifts again, unused to the attention.

“I think I’m good” he says at last, “what about you, doll? anythin’ you want?”

“I’m all done, too” she replies, shaking her head.

“Are you, sure I can’t get ya’ anythin’, sweet?”

That is so on the nose that Y/N has to swallow a laugh.

The blush that floods Bucky’s cheeks is almost as funny as the way the doe eyed woman is pushing her chest out towards him.

“..j-just the cheque, please”

The stammer in his tone only seems to endear her more, she purrs out a “sure thing, handsome” before retreating with a bounce.

“I’ll be takin’ that” Y/N snorts, watching from the corner of her eye,

“She hasn’t given me anythin’” Bucky argues, although he feels his previous confidence waining, “she’s just doin’ her job”

“Oh yeah?”

He runs a hand through his hair, fussing with a few strands that have come loose from his bun.

“Here ya’ go” Traci announces, droppin’ the leather binder containing the receipt onto the table, “If ya’ change your mind about anythin’, give me a shout”

“See” Bucky exhales, almost smug, as he opens the folder, “No phone-”

Y/N slides her finger over to bill, and then runs it down, to the bottom, where a hand written scrawl of numbers, followed by a heart, make him hiss out a “god damn it”

“I’ll take that” she says, slipping the whole binder from under his hand, and filling it with notes from her purse, “Oh, wait-”

He watches, mortified, as she tears the number off, handing it to him.

“That’s yours” she purrs, before standing, and walking towards the bar, paid tab in hand.

Bucky stares lamely after her, equal parts embarrassed and flustered.

He practically jumps to his feet when she beckons him over, asking him to help with the take out bags.

“I’ll take them all, doll- I-”

“I’ve got this one” she soothes, reading his anxious demeanour, “can you grab the others?”

He does, eager to agree, to try and please her, some how.

It’s not raining anymore, but the ground is still wet, and Y/N almost trips over a stone obscured by a pool of muddy water.

Bucky catches her, reflexes letting him effortlessly correct her position without so much as a blink.

She looks up at him, laughing a little, before adjusting herself and pressing a kiss to his lips and cooing out a “My hero” that makes his heart flutter against his ribs.

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scoonsalicious · 9 months ago

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The Pocket MCU: Avengers 1/?

In Which Pocket Meets the Avengers for the First Time.

Word Count: 1.5k

Scene In-Movie @ 53:45

You offered Couslon a Sour Patch Kid as you walked toward the bridge with him and Tony. You could hear a group talking up ahead, mentioning something about iridium.

“It’s a stabilizing agent,” Tony said, immediately jumping into the conversation.

You continued your conversation with Couslon. “It’s really not a problem, Phil,” you told him. “Take the jet.”

“I’m just saying, pick a weekend,” Tony turned back to add. “I’ll fly you to Portland. Keep love alive.”

You nudged Coulson with your elbow, giving him a reassuring glance. “Think about it,” you offered as you followed Tony onto the bridge. Your eyes lit up when you saw Natasha Romanoff sitting at the table in front of you. “Natty!” you exclaimed, rushing forward to give the spy a hug. It had been ages since you’d last seen her.

“(Y/N)!” she exclaimed, returning your embrace. “Not that I’m not thrilled to see you, but what are you doing here?”

You shrugged and rolled your eyes. “I go where he goes,” you said, gesturing toward Tony.

“I’m sorry, but who are you?” a sandy haired man in a red, white, and blue getup behind Natasha asked. He turned to Coulson. “I thought this was a top-secret situation. Need-to-know, only, and you’re just letting civilians in here?” He gave you a once over, taking in your black leggings and your off-the-shoulder Disney World t-shirt you’d had to tie back with an old hair tie.

“Trust me,” you said, popping another Sour Patch Kid into your mouth as you sized up the man before you who could only be Captain America, himself– Steve Rogers– “you’re gonna be real glad this one’s got his own handler.” You jerked your head in Tony’s direction.

“Hurtful,” Tony called out as he moved toward a row of computers on the bridge. “The iridium means the portal won’t collapse on itself like it did at SHIELD.” He passed a big, beautifully beefy long-haired blond man that looked like he came straight from a viking saga and patted him on the arm. “No hard feelings, Point Break,” he added, “you got a mean swing.”

“Dr. (Y/L/N).” Bruce Banner stepped forward and reached for your hand. Your eyes widened in surprise at being recognized by someone as prestigious as the Bruce Banner as you wiped the sugar on your fingers off on your leggings. “I read your dissertation on examining the ethical considerations and societal implications of developing and deploying advanced technology for global live-saving purposes. Brilliant work.”

“Oh, shit,” you said, blushing as you reached out to shake his hand. “Dr. Banner, thank you. It’s an honor.” Sometimes, you forgot that you, too, had finally managed to snag your PhD. And to be reminded by someone like Bruce Banner was… well, it was fucking flattering.

“This little one is a doctor?” boomed the tall, viking-like god of a man. “She is so small, I feel I could place her in my pocket and abscond away with her home to Asgard before any of you would even notice she was gone!”

“Who is he and can we please let him do that?” you whispered to Nat, who managed to conceal her laugh behind a cough.

“(Y/N), this is Thor. Thor, this is (Y/N). You already know Dr. Banner, and this is Steve Rogers and Maria Hill,” Nat made swift work of the introductions. “(Y/N) is Stark’s–”

“Ward,” Tony interrupted. “She’s my ward. I’m her guardian. It’s very touching, very heartwarming.”

“Chief Technical Officer of Stark Industries,” you amended, shooting him a glare. “Legal adult, thank you very much.”

“Listen, Doctor Pocket,” Tony began, but you interrupted him.

“If this Loki guy gets a hold of iridium,” you began, talking over Tony, “he’ll be able to keep his portal open as wide and stay open as long as he wants.”

“Uh, raise the mizzenmast,” Tony commanded, raising an arm over the bridge. “Jib the topsails.” Everyone on the bridge gave him a confused look. “That man is playing Galaga!” He pointed to a crew member of the helicarrier who was, in fact, playing Galaga. “He thought we wouldn’t notice, but we did.” You rolled your eyes and sighed. Tony needed to be the center of attention at all times, otherwise, he tended to… act out.

Tony proceeded to look around the bridge controls and Tony covered one of his eyes. “How does Fury even see these?”

“He turns,” the woman Nat had introduced as Maria Hill deadpanned.

“Sounds exhausting,” Tony said, running his hands over one of the screens. “The rest of the raw materials, Agent Barton can get his hands on pretty easily.”

You put a hand on Nat’s shoulder at the mention of Clint’s name and squeezed gently. You knew how much he meant to her, how devastated she’d been when she’d learned he’d been compromised.

“So, the only major component he still needs is a power source of high-energy density,” you added.

“Something to kick-start the Cube,” Tony agreed.

“When did you two become experts in thermonuclear astrophysics?” Hill asked, arms folded across her chest.

“Last night,” Tony replied. At Hill’s disbelieving look, you added:

“The packet. Selvig’s notes. The extraction theory papers.”

“Did no one else do the reading?” Tony asked, exasperated.

“Does Loki need any particular kind of power source?” Captain Rogers asked, trying to get the conversation back on track.

Dr. Banner paced in the background, thinking. “He’d have to head the Cube to 120-million Kelvin just to break through the Coulomb barrier.”

“Unless,” Tony added, “Selvig has figured out how to stabilize the quantum tunneling effect.”

Banner opened his arms. “Well, if he could do that, he could achieve heavy ion fusion at any reactor on the planet.”

“Finally,” Tony said, holding a hand out to Banner. “Someone who speaks English.”

“Hurtful,” you shot back, but Tony just stuck his tongue out at you.

“Is that what just happened?” Captain Rogers asked as Tony and Banner shook hands behind him.

“It’s good to meet you, Dr. Banner,” Tony said. “Your work on antielectron collisions is unparalleled. And I’m a huge fan of the way you lose control and turn into an enormous green rage-monster.”

“Do you want me to book the honeymoon suite for you now, Boss?” you asked with a sardonic grin, “or do you want to wait until the two of you have found a place to register, first?”

“Jealousy is an ugly look on you, Kiddo,” Tony said with a grin. “Daddy can have more than one genius friend.”

You pulled a disgusted face. “I swear to god, if you ever refer to yourself as ‘Daddy’ in my presence again, I will rip that arc reactor from your chest and shove it so far up your ass that you choke on it.”

Tony looked contemplative. “Yeah, yup– I hear it now. Horrible choice of words, totally my fault. My apologies. Never again.”

“Wait,” said Captain Rogers, clearly confused. “I don’t understand. Are you her dad, or–”

“Absolutely not!” you and Tony both shouted at the same time.

“I was hoping you might join Dr. Banner in tracking the Cube,” said a voice from the entranceway to the bridge. You turned and saw Nick Fury enter the room. “That’s Banner’s only purpose for being here.”

“Oh, hey, Nick!” you chirped. “Sour Patch Kid?” You held out your box to the SHIELD Director.

“You got any blue ones?” he asked, to your utmost delight, and you fished through the box to dig out two before placing them in his outstretched palm.

“They’re my favorites,” you told him, smiling. “You’re lucky I like you.” Fury winked at you– or, maybe he just blinked, you couldn’t tell with the eyepatch on– before bringing the candy to his mouth.

Captain Rogers narrowed his eyes at you. “Maybe we should start with that stick of his,” he said, eyeing you up closely. “It may be magical, but it works an awful lot like a HYDRA weapon.”

“I don’t know about that,” Nick said, trying not to pucker his face as his Sour Patch Kids proved sour, “but it is powered by the Cube. And I’d like to know how Loki used it to turn two of the sharpest men I know into his personal flying monkeys.”

“Monkeys?” said the sexy viking-man–Thor, you reminded yourself– he had a name! “I do not understand.”

Captain Rogers excitedly pointed a finger. “I do!” he said, and Tony rolled his eyes behind him while you tried to stifle a giggle. “I-- I understood that reference,” Rogers nodded happily, looking to you, as if for approval. You just nodded at him.

“Good for you,” you said.

“Shall we play, doctors?” Tony asked.

“This way, sir, madam,” Banner said, indicating for you and Tony to follow him into the belly of the helicarrier, where no doubt his lab was waiting.

You turned back one last time as you followed the two men, wanting to wave a farewell to Nat before the ship swallowed you up. The second after you turned, you notice Captain Rogers turn quickly turn away from you, a blush coloring the side of his neck.

Huh, you thought as you turned back to follow Banner and Tony. If you hadn’t known any better, you’d have sworn Captain America had just been checking out your ass.

#Pocket MCU #Unwanted Prequels

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chvoswxtch · 1 year ago

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“idk if it’s too much to ask but can i ask for the song red based on your past milestone headcanon of reader and matt dating but her and elektra are besties? thank you and congrats on 3k! 🌟”

aaah i totally forgot to copy paste my quote lol it was suppose to be: I can't believe that it's finally me and you, and you and me. Just us, and your friend Steve. (that tik tok audio haha)

something just about elektra and matt’s girlfriend being besties and ganging up on him lives in my mind rent free

HAHAHAHAHAHA I KNOW THAT AUDIO

oh this is perfect for them

I know you said red but I got a lil carried away with this one and it's definitely over a 100 words so i'm putting it under midnights :)

enjoy!!!

blurb below the cut

just you and me, and your friend ellie (matt's version ft. elektra)

I can't believe that it's finally me and you, and you and me / just us, and your friend ellie

“What the hell?”

Matt’s thick brows were scrunched together in perplexity with a crease of irritation settling between them. You and Elektra were snuggled up together in the bed you and Matt shared, surrounded by snacks, with a movie playing on the tv Elektra had gotten for you. Tilting his head to the side slightly, he caught the bashful smile stretching on your lips and the curl of a mischievous smirk on Elektra’s.

“Sorry Matty, it’s girls night.”

Matt let out a scoff as he placed one of his hands on his hips, using the other to loosely gesture towards Elektra’s direction.

“You can’t have girls' night at her place so I don’t get kicked out of my own bed?”

The uptick in your heart’s rhythm caught his attention, but before he had a chance to question it, Elektra sat up fully in bed and tried to contain her grin.

“Unfortunately, the penthouse is under renovation Matthew. But, Y/N graciously offered to let me stay with the two of you until it’s finished.”

Matt’s brows rose considerably up his forehead as he turned his head towards your direction and gawked at you.

“What?”

Sitting up on your knees, you tucked your hair behind your ears and gently bit down on your bottom lip.

“She needed a place to stay, Matty.”

“She has other places to stay. I’m pretty sure she has real estate in a third of New York, and there’s always hotels. It’s not like she can’t afford it.”

“But why do that when I can stay with my friends.”

Matt was outnumbered, and as he settled on the couch to get comfortable, he let out a string of curses under his breath. He could hear you and Elektra giggling together as the two of you started another movie. He stared blankly up at the ceiling, trying to figure out how he had gotten kicked out of his own bed by his girlfriend and his ex.

It was going to be a long night.

#court's 3k followers celebration #court's 3k friends celebration #the eras tour (court's version)#matt murdock #matt murdock x you #matt murdock x y/n #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x female reader #matt murdock x fem!reader #matt murdock x f!reader #matt murdock blurb #matt murdock request #elektra natchios #elektra natchios blurb #elektra natchios request #daredevil #daredevil blurb #daredevil request

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fandomfluffandfuck · 1 year ago

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for your consideration: super soft close sex when bucky gets shivery and cold despite blankets or heaters. he used to be the one wrapping himself around stevie, keeping him from death one long winter day at a time. but now his internal temperature is all messed up from being frozen and unfrozen and electrocuted, sometimes his body just won’t work. but now steve is big and broad and soft and warmer in a way that a heating pad or hot shower doesn’t come close to.

his man pours out heat, some scorching summer nights bucky can’t even touch him without starting to sweat. and him and steve learn to use that to their advantage, starting slow with steve rubbing his giant hands up and down bucky’s arms and keeping him hugged up to his chest for hours at a time. it moves in to kissing, then making out, then one night when steve can feel bucky getting hard against his thigh he says ‘you know, buck, i bet i’m even hotter inside.’ and never in his life has bucky stripped him or steve down faster (save for the socks because he is still cold, dammit).

steve preps quick, a nice side effect of the serum that makes tearing or real painful discomfort almost impossible if there’s lube and a couple fingers involved. and by the time he’s ready, bucky’s started shivering again and that just won’t do. steve pulls bucky down onto him and guides his dripping cock inside and feels it in his toes when bucky lets out a deep, happy moan.

steve quickly pulls the blankets up around them and just holds bucky against him while he ruts into him with sharp little movements of his hips. bucky’s face is buried in steve’s neck and he’s clutching onto his sides and back as hard as he can, just letting steve’s warmth take over his body. it takes them both a long time to cum, but nothing could matter less. bucky is warm and safe and feeling nothing but pleasure and steve, steve, steve.

(i wanted this to be mostly sweet but i also think it would be really really funny if bucky developed a pavlovian response to being cold and just got a boner whenever he started shivering lmao)

THIS. IS. SO. FUCKING. SWEET.

Like, it's sad too because I don't want Bucky or Steve to be sad or cold or fucked up from being cryogenically frozen or any of that, but the way they 🤌🏻care🤌🏻 for each other. They provide. They more than make do, they make the most of everything. It's so sweet.

Thank you for these thoughts. They're wonderful (and also very amusing, yeah, haha. They'd much rather Bucky have a sexy pavlovian response to the cold than a traumatized, triggered response anyhow)!

#asks #anon provided writing #bucky barnes #steve rogers #stucky #fic

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cleighwrites · 2 months ago

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🍾☃️ Sastiel

Thanks for playing!! I apologize in advance...

SPN Fanfic

Characters - Sam Winchester x Cas (former snowman)

Summary - Sam discovers the magic of Christmas when he puts a scarf on a snowman who’s brought to life.

Word Count - 1930

A/N - This one got WAY away from me, obviously! It’s very loosely inspired by a new Netflix movie called Hot Frosty. I took several liberties with the plot to make it more drabble-friendly, and still ended up writing a ficlet!

Warning - Christmas Magic

Sam was on his way home from working a double when the sweet older couple that ran the hardware store across the street waved him over. He was tired, but they gave him a good discount on supplies and were sweet, so Sam did as he was bade and crossed the treacherously icy street to greet them.

“Hello, Sam, it’s good to see you!” cheered Belinda.

“Hey, Belinda, Steve,” Sam nodded to her husband as he sorted through some nuts in a box.

“I have something for you,” Belinda said, reaching under the counter. She pulled out a bright red scarf. It looked soft and cozy, definitely not Sam’s style.

“Oh, Belinda, I can’t. It’s not even Christmas yet,” Sam tried to reason.

“Nonsense. I’ve been working on this for you for the past week. Every day I see you walk by and you’re barely covered up. I made it myself, you know. Just for you.”

Well damn. Sam couldn’t argue with that. Begrudgingly he held out his hand and she placed the scarf gently into his palm. It was just as soft as it looked; a harsh contrast to his well-worn hands.

“Ever since that Brady left you for the big city, I’ve been worried about you.”

“Belinda…” Sam started.

“He was no good. And I hope you can get over him and find yourself someone who’s going to take care of you!”

“I’m too busy with work to find anyone, Belinda, but thank you. Y’all have a good evening!”

As he walked down the street, it began to snow. Sam cursed, rolled his eyes, and put the scarf around his neck. It cut the cold that made its way down his jacket, maybe it wasn’t such a bad addition to his wardrobe. About halfway back to his place, Sam came upon the town's snowman-building displays. There were all sorts of snow creatures, but the one that caught his eye was one that looked like it was a Roman marble statue.

It looked as though a man was coming up from the snow mound, only halfway finished, but with incredible detail. It almost looked as if the man were looking right into his soul. Sam stood and stared for a while, admiring the slight curl of the man’s hair and the swell of his muscles. If only he were real, Sam thought.

“Here, buddy, you’re looking a little cold,” Sam said, wrapping the scarf around the snowman’s neck. “I hope it brings you some warmth,” he added, then laughed at himself talking to a snowman.

He considered Frosty one more time, then turned and made his way back home.

The next morning, the whole town was abuzz with excitement. Everyone was standing on the street in little groups talking in not-so-hushed whispers about something that had happened the night before. From what Sam could glean in passing, a man had gone streaking down Main Street and then broken into the thrift shop. Seeing as nothing ever happened in their small town, there was no consideration that those two incidents might not be connected.

Sam shrugged it off and decided to let the authorities do their job. It was none of his business anyway. He was doing some work on Old Man Charles’s deck when he heard a deep, gravelly voice call out from behind him.

“It’s you!” the man said.

Sam turned around to see a tall, dark-haired man standing on the sidewalk wearing nothing but a pair of coveralls and a slightly familiar-looking scarf. He’d definitely remember meeting this man if he had.

“Hello,” Sam said, slightly taken aback by the familiarity in the man’s voice.

“It’s you,” the man repeated.

Sam stood, took off his work gloves, and walked over to the man, intrigued and concerned, maybe he’d hit his head and needed assistance. He had bright blue eyes that shone like icicles in the sun.

“I’m Sam,” he said, holding his hand out for the man to shake.

The man looked at his hand and tilted his head to the side. Then he looked back up at Sam’s face. “Hello, Sam.”

Sam squinted his eyebrows and smiled a little. He was an odd man.

“Do I know you?” Sam asked, unable to control himself. The man looked awfully familiar, in an indistinct kind of way.

“I don’t know,” the man said, not taking his eyes away from Sam’s.

Sam was getting flustered, no one made eye contact like that anymore. “Um, what do you know?”

“I know that you’re the first thing I saw and that you gave me this,” the man presented the end of the scarf.

There was no way. That was the same scarf Sam had put on the snowman the night before. Sam was too old to believe in Christmas miracles, there was no such thing as magic, but here was this man before him with no memories before Sam putting that scarf on him. This had to be some sort of prank. Had Belinda and Steve seen him give the scarf up and found some hot man to set him up with? Was this an elaborate blind date?

Just then, Belinda and Steve walked by. “Good morning, Sam! Who’s your friend?” Innuendo was thick in her tone and Sam knew where this was going.

“This is, um, sorry, I didn’t catch your name,” Sam said to the man.

“Oh, I don’t have one.”

“Your uniform says Cas, could that be your name?” Sam offered.

The man thought about it for a moment and nodded. “I like Cas.”

Belinda looked concerned for a moment. “What’s going on?”

“Oh, Cas doesn’t remember anything before last night,” Sam started.

“Sam gave me this scarf and I came to life!” Cas added.

Sam rubbed his temple.”Cas, that’s-”

“A Christmas miracle!” Belinda finished. “Sam, isn’t that the scarf I gave you?”

“Yes…” Sam hedged.

“And didn’t the Miller’s say there was a snowman missing from the display this morning?” She asked Steve.

“Yes, they did mention that,” he answered.

“Sam, did you happen to make some sort of wish when you put it on Cas here?”

Sam thought back to the night before, the conversation he’d had with Belinda, then the hope he’d felt as he wrapped the scarf around the snowman’s neck.

“I mean, maybe, but that doesn’t mean that he’s actually a snowman brought to life!” Sam was going to lose his mind.

Sam decided to take the man in until he recovered his memories. He’d leave him with directions to watch the TV and not burn the house down. Cas adamantly professed that he was not a fan of fire and that it was too hot in Sam’s house. He much preferred the partially finished basement, which didn’t have any heat running to it yet, which was almost freezing.

After a couple of days, Cas said that he’d like to help Sam work, so that he didn’t have to do it all by himself. Sam reluctantly agreed, but it turned out that Cas was a remarkably quick study. Sam started to grow attached to Cas’s innocent charm and quirky way of looking at the world. He’d never met anyone like him before.

Belinda invited them to a Christmas party, which Cas was very excited to go to. He liked meeting new people, even if he was awkward about it. Sam dressed him in one of his brother’s suits he’d left behind and a blue tie that went well with his eyes, and although Cas said he wasn’t cold outside, Sam put him in an old trench coat he’d gotten from the thrift store. It was lightweight enough that Cas didn’t immediately start sweating, so Sam called it a win.

At the party, Belinda was all too happy to introduce Cas as Sam’s friend to everyone in attendance. They all gave him a knowing, approving look. Sam couldn’t deny that he was starting to feel more than just physically attracted to Cas, but the guy didn’t know who he was, it wouldn’t be right to start anything with him when he could get his real memories back at any time.

There were lots of people in the house, and the heat was blasting, so Cas started to sweat profusely. He was having such a good time with everyone that he brushed off Sam’s insistence that he step outside for some fresh air. Sam convinced him to sit in the kitchen away from the fireplace in the living room. Maybe there was something to this snowman thing.

Cas was wilting and melting in front of his eyes. When Cas began to sink in his chair and stopped responding when Sam asked him if he was okay, Sam grabbed him under the arms and dragged him outside. He laid him on the snowbank on the curb and waited for him to come to, hopeful that the snow would cool him off enough.

After a few moments, Sam began to panic. There was still so much Sam wanted to introduce Cas to, so much he’d wanted to experience for the first time with him. He wished that he’d gotten to meet Dean. Then it struck him, he’d fallen for Cas in just a few short days.

“Kiss him,” Belinda said from behind him, surprising him.

“What good will that do now, we need to get him to a doctor!”

“True love’s kiss, Sam. This isn’t a time for doctors. This is Christmas magic!”

Sam didn’t waste any time. Not that he believed in Christmas magic, but the quicker he could get help to get Cas to a doctor, the better. Sam knelt in the snow beside this quirky man he’d fallen for and pressed his lips to Cas’s. They were cold, but still plush and soft.

Having proven that a kiss wasn’t what Cas needed, Sam turned to Belinda to demand that she go get Steve to help Sam carry Cas to the car. He was about to start barking orders when Belinda’s hand flew to cover her mouth in shock. Sam turned to see what was the matter when he saw Cas standing right behind him.

“Cas?” Sam asked, astounded.

Cas smiled a small smile. “Hello, Sam.”

“Cas!” Sam exclaimed, then threw his arms around him. He felt warm and solid and- “Wait, Cas, you’re so warm…”

“Am I? I do feel like I should be melting, only I’m not. In fact, I feel… shivery.”

Sam blinked away the surprise in his eyes and smiled wider. “You’re cold. Come on, let’s get you inside!”

“Wait, there’s something I want to try first,” Cas said.

He grabbed Sam’s hand and pulled him closer to him. He looked directly into Sam’s eyes, then closed his, leaned forward, and pressed their lips together. Sam responded in kind, holding on to Cas as they kissed. Under the pressure of their lips, Sam could swear he could feel Cas heating up.

“Aww!” Belinda said behind Sam. “This calls for champagne. Come back in boys before you turn into snowmen!”

Cas smiled so wide they had to stop kissing, and Sam chuckled, then shivered. Cas took the bright red scarf from around his neck and wrapped it around Sam’s.

“There, you look like you’re freezing.”

“Cas, you’ve never taken this off!”

“I think the magic has done its work, I don’t need it anymore.”

As they walked into the house, Sam heard the tell-tale pop of champagne being uncorked and the screams of several standers-by. With Cas’s hand in his, as they walked into the house, he certainly felt like celebrating.

#cleighwrites #sastiel #sam x castiel #emoji ask game #christmas magic

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freckled-words · 5 months ago

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TaserTricks Misadventures

Just to get some rust off the wheels, I wrote a little intro to act as the base for where *most* of the stories will be connected to. Some will be stand-alone but still part of the whole, ya know?

If you prefer to read on AO3, here's a handy link for you CLICK ME

Let me know if you catch any spelling mistakes.

Darcy Lewis sometimes had to play “Connect The Dots” with the events in her life in order to make sense of just how she found herself in her current position.

The position of ‘Unofficial Avengers CareTaker’ that is.

Which just so happened to include Loki, God of Mischief, King of Assholes, and a condemned prisoner currently working off his crimes through community service.

Originally Darcy had come to the tower with her pre-established job parameters of keeping Jane healthy and functional, while also helping her with the data entry and machine lugging. Jane’s lab was neighbor’s with Tony and Bruce, and thanks to a connecting doorway, it was easy enough to include the Science Bros in the daily feedings and watering. (Bruce was pretty good at managing himself, but he never turned down Darcy’s cinnamon raisin cookies when she slipped them within reach.)

One trip to scary Ol’ England to fight space Elves later, and Erik came back to the Tower with them. Like Bruce he was pretty low maintenance, he just needed a gentle reminder to put his pants back on two to three times a day.

The real shift in her ‘caretaking’ parameters came when Natasha and Clint started coming by more often.

One night Darcy had been up late in the common room, the TV was on with the volume down low, an overly fuzzy blanket was wrapped around her body, and was doing her damndest to melt the nightmares out of her skull with the vibrancy of the cartoon dancing across the screen.

She swore she’d simply blinked (a super slow blink that lasted around a minute) and suddenly found Clint sitting on the couch next to her, the edge of her blanket draped across his lap and his head tipped back into the cushions with his eyes closed. As far as Darcy could tell, the infamous sniper was fast asleep.

Too tired to have much reaction (or give it much thought) Darcy shifted her blanket so it was covering both of them. She wouldn’t know if it was the presence of someone she knew to be super lethal, or just the sense of having another body around in general, but she managed to drop off into a heavy sleep pretty quick.

She got to know Clint a lot better over breakfast the next morning, and it became a friendly routine for them to crash on the couch on nights when one or the other was feeling rough. (There’d been a couple nights where Tony would stumble up from the lab and crash on whichever space was large enough, and on even rarer occasions, Steve would collapse into the recliner and do his best to sneak away before everyone else woke up the next morning.)

Natasha didn’t need caring for, so much as she opted to spend some of her free time with Darcy.

Sometimes Darcy was suddenly dragged out of the lab for self defense training (she never made it back to the labs on those days.) But more often Natasha would pop up wherever Darcy was, and inquire into everyone’s wellbeing. It took Darcy a bit of time to put two and two together, and realize that Natasha would have these pop-up chats when she got back from her missions. (Darcy does her best not to think too deeply on this, as it puts a certain degree of weight on Darcy’s casual care-taking.)

At first Steve wasn’t really taken into consideration, as he had his own place to go home too, and when he wasn’t there or the tower, he was out looking for Bucky. (The shitshow of SHIELDRA had been a nightmare and a half that left both Darcy and Jane a little twitchy for a solid two months after.)

So of course that changed when he came home one morning, bruised, battered and bleeding, with Bucky in tow.

Darcy had been in the kitchen getting her first cup of coffee when the two soldiers stumbled in. Steve gave her a nod and a, “Morning Ms. Lewis” then promptly dropped Bucky and himself into a couple of chairs.

Still dressed in her Hulk pj pants, and Black Widow tank top, Darcy muttered a quiet “Fuckin’ Mondays.” And got to work making a mountain of pancakes, bacon, and eggs for the two to devour while their wounds healed. (There were a couple feeble attempts to help, and she’d just slapped them both away with her spatula.)

Given that Tower was a reinforced fortress in the sky, it only made sense for Bucky to hide out there, and Steve couldn’t even fathom leaving Bucky there on his own, so after some strategic room shuffling, Bucky moved into a room that was situated between Bruce and Steve.

Taking care of Steve was easy, and a lot of fun for Darcy. She helped him to work through his ever growing list of things to learn and catch up on, while also getting him to give her art lessons. (They did Bob Ross paintings every once in a while, and it was always hilarious, since Steve would try and make adjustments to outdo Bob.)

Bucky on the other hand was a bit more complicated. He had enough of his memories back to know who he was, and who Steve was, but he still had some brainwashing to work through. Like Bruce, he needed a calm, no sudden surprises environment. He’d stick to Steve most of the time, and other times he’d stay in his room. When Darcy started to notice how little he would eat, and how much weight he was losing, Darcy took matters into her own hands with a gamble.

Steve was in the living room working on a field report from their last mission, and Bucky had tagged along to sit on the couch and fiddle with his phone. It was just about time for lunch, and Darcy figured sandwiches would be fine, “Yo Barnes, mind giving me a hand with this? You slice and spread, I’ll assemble?”

For a brief second Darcy thought Bucky was going to refuse, as she’d called out to him so suddenly, his shoulders had gone back and his hands had frozen mid-fidget. Steve looked up from his papers and raised a brow at Darcy, trying to figure out what she was angling for. Bucky took in slow breath, and seemed to resettle before getting up. He had a confused, yet slightly amused expression when he joined her in the little kitchen space, “What did I do to warrant sandwich duty?”

“You looked bored, that’s what.” She chided back, and pushed a tomato into his prosthetic hand and a tiny kitchen knife into the other.

He let out a huffed laugh, and settled into the task of prepping.

While they worked to make a variety of sandwiches, Bucky would grab nibbles as he went. When the sandwiches were ready for distribution, Bucky took five of them for himself.

Pleased her theory had been right, Darcy made sure Bucky helped her with at least one of the meals each day, and for the rest she had Jarvis send live video feeds to Bucky’s phone of the food being prepared.

Natasha and Steve gave her private thanks for catching the problem and finding the solution. Bucky’s thanks came in the form of brutal game nights, where they’d square off with board games and video games. Some nights it was everyone in the tower playing (Pepper was banned from playing Monopoly), and others it was just the two of them (“I saw that Barnes! If you throw that blueshell I swear to Thor I will put ghost peppers in your soup tomorrow!”)

Three months after Bucky and Steve moved into the tower, Thor returned, and he didn’t come alone.

They’d all had a heads up that this might be a possibility, but no one had thought it would actually happen.

Loki, Destroyer of New York, God of Trickery and Chaos, was back on Earth…to finish his community service.

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