#though roger said he shouldn't

[ideas-4-stories]

Shanks, trying to impressed Buggy: "I'm so cool, Buggy. In fact, I'm the COOLEST person!" Shanks: "I was once arrested for being too cool. Do you know why I got out of prison?" Buggy: " The charges were dropped because there was no supporting evidence?" Roger: "Oooo Burn! Rosted!"

[hurtspideyparker]

Avengers High School AU

based on this post of mine

At a Party:

Clint: Here's a drink Pete

Tony: *takes solo cup from Peter* You idiot, he's underage!

Clint: So are we dipshit

Tony: *Chugs Peter's drink*

Clint: Whatever, I'll get him a lemonade

Tony: *Chugs his own drink*

—

Natasha: Steve I saw Tony heading for the janitor's closet

Steve: Okay?

Natasha: With Clint

Steve, sprinting down the hall: NOT THE TOILET PAPER BARTON

—

Bucky: Would you like to go out sometime?

Natasha: No

Bucky: I respect that. *Turns to Sam* would you like to go out sometime

Sam: Wait—but you just. What the hell man

Bucky: I'll take that as a no. *Turns to Clint* would you like to—

Clint: Fuck yeah

—

Tony: Did you hear about the fire in the chem lab?

Steve: Tony, what did you do

Tony: It wasn't me this time!

Steve: Oh. That's new

Tony: I mean I did text Bruce the calculations, it's not my fault he didn't see the decimal

Steve: Tony!

—

Natasha: And that's why I transferred in the middle of last year

Sam: Isn't that like...a crime

Natasha: Nobody will believe you.

Sam: What? What do you mean by that

Natasha, disappearing into the crowd:

Sam: What do you mean by that?!

—

Peter: Hi Captain!

Steve: You know only the football team calls me that Peter. I'm not your Captain

Peter: Yes sir

Steve: I'm only 2 years older than you, you don't need to call me sir either

Peter: Okay Captain!

Steve: No just...whatever

—

Tony: Hey Bruce whatcha reading

Bruce: AH! Oh hey dude

Tony: Wow you're jumpy. You need to relax

Bruce: I don't think I've relaxed once since I met you but thanks for the advice

—

Clint: Do you think Thor was held back?

Sam: Naw man, he's pretty smart

Clint: But he looks like he has a 401k and a mortgage

Bucky: Talks like it too

Sam: Maybe it's a Europe thing, school is different there

Clint: Maybe. Hey Thor! What's up buddy, how's the wife and kids?

Thor: Ay? Um...well? And yours my friend?

Clint: Fantastic! Well it was good seeing you

Thor: Alright then, farewell

Sam: What an odd guy

Bucky: Nice though

Clint: Real nice dude

—

Pepper: Tony, stop flirting with me to make Steve jealous

Tony: Whaaaaat, I would never

Pepper: You very loudly told your table, which is right next to mine, "I'm going to go flirt with Pepper to make Steve jealous"

Tony: Well do you think it's working?

Steve, at Tony's table: No

—

Peter: The decathlon supervisor is already one of my references, and I tutor for Mrs. Warren's freshman class a lot so I have her too. I also volunteered at a special needs camp over the summer, plus I applied for this competitive course where you write a research paper under a university professor for junior year, and if I get it that will look really good on my MIT application. I just hope it doesn't interfere with my internship at Oscorp. What about you, what are you doing to prepare for graduation? Aren't college apps due, like, next month for you?

Bucky: Well my boss at Dunkin Donuts said he'd give me a reference. Chicks in the drive through always tip me well

—

Sam: Why'd you punch Rumlow!

Steve: Cause he was saying creepy stuff about Natasha!

Bucky: You shouldn't have done that man

Steve: What do you mean, he was being a total asshole, I don't care if I get detention

Sam: It's not him you should be worried about

Natasha: Rogers, that was MY punch to throw

Steve: Oh no

Natasha: You think I'm some damsel in distress? Come here and I'll show you a damsel in distress

Steve: I, uh, gotta go *runs out the door*

Natasha: Which way did he go.

Sam: I didn't see nothin'

Bucky: Out those doors and to the left

Sam: Bruh

Bucky: A true friend understands when the consequences are necessary *kicks Rumlow who's still lying on the ground as he walks away*

—

Bruce: What did the racing hot dog say when he passed the finish line?

Tony: What

Bruce: I'm a wiener!

Everyone:

Bruce: Get it? Like winner?

Tony: It's okay man, just stick to academics

Thor: I have one! A priest, a pastor, and a rabbi walk into a bar

Everyone:

Thor: HAHAHA, what a coincidence for them all to arrive in the establishment simultaneously!

*Everyone bursts out laughing*

Bruce: Oh come on, that wasn't even a joke!

Tony: See he has charisma. It's all about the delivery Brucie Bear

—

Sam: Wait, you're saying that the elephant toothpaste all over the second floor right before midterms was you?

Rhodey: Hell yeah it was

Sam: But everyone blamed Tony. Even Tony's parents and the principal. The only reason he wasn't suspended was because the cameras were wiped of evidence, which was also blamed on Tony

Rhodey: Yeah you'd be surprised about how much stuff I do that Tony gets blamed for. Public image does wonders to create bias

Sam: What the hell? I thought you were the responsible one and Tony was your monkey on a leash. Why does he let you blame him?

Rhodey: Cuz he's a good bro. He gets to piss his parents off, I don't get kicked out of ROTC, and then we laugh about it afterwards

Sam: You evil geniuses...

—

Wanda: I want to get married

Natasha: Are you pregnant?

Wanda: What? No

Natasha: Oh thank goodness. Wait, then why do you want to get married

Wanda: Because it's romantic!

Natasha: And the tax benefits?

Wanda: No! Well, yes that would be nice, but no! I want to be a stay at home mom and have a nice family

Natasha: Girl you failed home economics and your type is men who think calling you their "situationship" is making it official, why don't we focus on finding the vertex for now

—

If u like this vibe I have a domestic Avengers "in a timeline where Civil War didn't end in divorce" series as well:

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 :P

[thezombieprostitute]

Royal Arrangements

Summary: Prince Rogers, heir to the throne, knows any marriage he enters into will be political. But maybe, just maybe, it could also be a happy marriage?

Warnings: Sexism (Patriarchal society). Please let me know if I missed any!

A/N: Reader is female. No other physical descriptors used.

"Are you ready for the gala?" Bucky asks Steve as he fixes his bow tie.

"Never have been, never will be," Steve sighs as he shakes his head.

"Yeah, you've never been one for all the attention."

"It's not just that. I'm tired of disappointing so many people."

"All the ladies?" Sam asks, eyebrow raised. "The ones that are trying every angle to get you into bed?"

"They seem to think I have a say in who I get married to." Steve's shoulders droop. "They're all so...optimistic."

"More like opportunistic," Bucky snorts.

"Given how many of them come after us after Steve turns 'em down, I gotta agree with Bucky on this one," Sam nods. "They can't get the crown prince so they go for his buddies."

"Well excuse me for wanting to think positively about people," Steve smirks. "It's hard not to with friends like you."

"Aww," Sam coos. "Isn't he just so sweet, Bucky?"

"Too sweet for his own good, Sam."

"Good thing he's got friends like us to protect him from the worst manipulators."

"Absolutely agree," Bucky nods.

"Okay, okay, can you stop talking like I'm not here?" Steve chuckles.

"No," the other men say in unison.

Another gala in another kingdom. Several hours of fake smiles and pretending to be dumb so as not scare away potential suitors. At least when you were an only child you didn't have travel so much to listen to inane conversation, you could remain home in Carga. Only after your half brother was born did you go from being sole heir who would have to marry a local noble to a pawn for the linking of kingdoms.

Different goals but same requirements, really. Wear the super heavy dress laden with gems and metals to show off Carga's wealth. Smile. Look pretty. Move perfectly and never say what you really want to. It made you jealous of the woman who got to tell off one of King Rogers' cousins for his bad behavior. Though you did appreciate that the King's son almost immediately told off said cousin for being the rude one. You doubt you'll see the cousin any more tonight. Probably for the best, though his fan-girls would say otherwise.

You've yet to actually be introduced to Prince Rogers of Bellin. You're certain your father would have words about that but hopefully telling him you'd been talking with other princes would help. Certainly Prince Fowler of Hoviriand seemed nice enough. As did Princes Wilson and Barnes. Hopefully your father wouldn't be too upset. You were still "doing your duty."

You hear your name called and turn to see Prince Wilson of Númetir smiling at you. "Please allow me to make the formal introductions?"

"I would greatly appreciate that, your majesty."

He gestures to Prince Rogers who is quick to heed his friend. Prince Wilson formally introduces you to Prince Rogers and you give your best curtsy. He bows slightly, just enough to be polite. You're certain he's as tired of the pageantry as you but you don't dare indicate it so openly as he has. You smile politely and nod along as the princes talk, only commenting when asked for.

Admittedly, either man would be a wonderful match for you. They both have handsome faces and charming smiles. They're both princes from powerful kingdoms. From your peripheral you can see the glares of the other women, clearly upset that you're taking the attention of two prospects.

They shouldn't worry, though. It's clear from Prince Rogers' body language that he has no interest in you. And the fact that Prince Wilson introduced you indicates he's not interested either. Perhaps they'll consider putting in a good word with Prince Barnes of Cidaur. He's a second son, sure, but still of royal pedigree that your father would tolerate.

After the gala, Steve and his father talk about the prospective matches. He knows the likelihood of a happy marriage is slim. So far only King Harald Finehair, of the northern kingdom Rhordorn, has seemed to have been fortunate enough to find real love with his Queen. But he still holds onto hope that his future wife won't make his life worse.

"I know you don't care for these kinds of events," King Rogers starts. "There was certainly a time I'd agree with you. But there's a very important reason for them." Steve slightly tilts his head in interest. "I want to make sure you don't end up married to someone who makes you miserable."

Steve's mouth goes slightly slack in surprise while his eyes widen. It's not that his father has ever been unkind to his sons, no. It's that his father was considering his son's happiness on a level almost equal to the well-being of the kingdom.

"It isn't often I have the opportunity to grant my sons a happiness that doesn't hurt the kingdom. Truly, Ari's abdication was the only time the two priorities were ever aligned," King Rogers chuckles. "Each kingdom presented offers, of course. But your reactions helped me decide to whom I should actually pay attention. Well, yours and your friends. Sam and James don't know I watch them, too. Do you recall the Princess of Carga? Sam introduced you?"

"Yes," Steve nods. "She seems nice enough."

King Rogers smiles softly. "Nice enough. Her father's kingdom will be a good ally, many nations would, and have, killed for their mines full of precious metals."

"Access means cheaper metals which means improved quality of life for the people."

"Exactly. And as the young lady didn't seem to scare you off, kept your company longer than any other, and was approved by Sam, I think it'll be a good match."

"Yes, Father," Steve nods.

"What is your honest opinion, Steven?"

Steve takes a breath. "She seems dull. Not unpleasant, not stupid just...I couldn't tell you anything about what she believes, what she's studied, nothing. But, as you said, she wasn't miserable to be around. And that counts for something."

King Rogers smirks, "just remember, Steven, a woman's education about courtly behaviors are very different from those of a man's. But I trust you to be open, receptive, and most importantly, patient with her."

"Yes, Father."

"I'll send the notice to her father tonight to begin negotiating the finer details. By this time next week you should be officially engaged."

"Yes, Father."

Series Masterlist

Tagging: @alicedopey; @citronbun; @darsynia; @delicatebarness; @icefrozendeadlyqueen; @irishhappiness; @kmc1989; @lokislady82; @ronearoundblindly; @thiquefunlover63; @unclearblur; @zanydruid1985;

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Watchers Anonymous

Warnings: non/dubcon, stalking, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Peter Parker, skinny!Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Thor, Loki, Curtis Everett, Jake Jensen, Cole Turner, Captain Syverson, (so far)

This AU is called Watcher Anonymous and will include different series for each of the above. This is our introduction to the group.

Summary: men with illicit infatuations come together to share and plot their perfect fantasies.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

Introduction

"Do you really think we need snacks?" Jake asks as he unwraps the pan of rice crispy squares with sprinkles and chocolate drizzle. "I didn't think so but my aunt gave them to me," Peter shrugs. "I don't know."

"You're aunt?" Jake scoffs. He might be a loser but he's no mama's boy.

"Yeah, I mean, I usually go to bingo with her on Wednesdays but then this came up and... I had to make an excuse. I told her we were campaigning," he shrugs. "So she said, oh I'll make you boys some snacks..."

"Right," Jensen crosses his arms, reassured that he's not the lamest one in the pack. Not so far.

"When's that buddy of yours showing up?"

"Curtis? Oh, he said he wasn't sure," Jake shrugs. He hopes he has a friendly face there but he understands if it doesn't pan out. They all have places they'd rather be.

"Kinda nervous, not gonna lie," Peter confesses. It was his idea that they all meet up but now he's kind of regretting it. Strangers on the internet, on discord of all places, aren't necessarily the trustworthy type. He figures he's on there though and he's not that bad.

"Well, you seem chill," Jake offers. "So..."

"Thanks, I guess," Peter huffs.

There's a scuff at the door. A skinny blond stands in the doorway, looking down the hall behind him. He smooths his hair with his sweaty hands, slightly trembling. "Buck," he calls out in a voice deeper than one would guess by his appearance. "Down here." "Yeah, yeah," another replies behind the tramp of thick treads. "Looking for a john in this place. Shouldn't have had coffee."

"Oh, uh, Steve?" Peter greets uncertainly, "if I have that right?"

"That's me, yeah." He clears his throat and faces them. His nose is too big for his face, like a beak. The rest of him is tiny. He makes Peter feel big. Just like his special one... they'll get to that in a minute.

His friend catches up to him. Stood right behind him, he looks massive. Peter knows him too. Virtually at least. 

"And Bucky?" Peter adds. The other guy grunts and nods.

"This all?" Steve looks around at the mostly empty room.

"There's food?" Bucky wonders as he combs through his long hair. "Wasn't aware this was a catered event."

"Just snacks," Peter insists. He doesn't need any more hazing. Next time, he'll leave May's baking at home.

Steve wrings his hands before tucking them into his pockets. He chews his cheeks as Bucky heads for the snacks and greets Jake. There's more voices coming.

"Brother, don't be so grim," the large blond enters buoyantly, "it's about time you made some friends."

"I have friends," a slither returns dully.

"Ah, it is Peter!" Thor booms, not needing any introduction, though Peter wonders how he recognises him. "And let me guess, Jake with the glasses. Bucky has the shaggy hair like a dog, and Steve is slighter in frame."

"How..." Jake mutters.

"It is a gift of mine," he proclaims, "I'm Thor in case you couldn't guess. Oh and this," he pulls the other man forward and slings his arm over his lithe shoulders. "Is my brother, Loki."

Peter considers the uninvited sibling. Not as tall as his brother, or thick, and with sleek black hair and a long nose. They don't look related at all.

"I didn't know we were bringing plus ones," Bucky chews on a tart.

"Me either," Jake says.

"Oh, I do hope you don't mind. I wanted to invite him to the chat prior but... he is not often on the phone."

"It's fine," Peter assures, "I guess."

Bucky grumbles with less optimism and Jake sways. It's not exactly a gaming group or wholesome in any manner. Outsiders aren't safe.

"Relax, he has a special one," Thor girds. "Haven't you, brother?"

"I told you to mind your business," Loki retorts and gets only laughter in return.

"Jensen," a man enters without hesitation and marches to aforementioned man.

"Curt," Jake greets him with a nod, "you made it."

"Not thanks to... you!" He spots Thor and squares his shoulder. "You know, that truck is too big for your skillset."

"Ah, yes, it is only a ding, we will exchange info after," Thor rubs his neck with a guilty smile.

"Who are we missing?" Steve asks.

"Sy?" Jake suggests. "Don't think anyone else could make it."

"I'm here!" A sudden scramble through the door ends in a heap on the floor. The group of men turn to face the newcomer. "Urgh, ow." The man lays on his back after his slip. "I'm okay!"

He sits up and rubs the back of his head. Bucky tuts, "smooth."

"I'm--" the man pushes himself to his feet, "Cole. Ugh, I had to drive all the way here-- well, I know we all did, but, just not used to city roads."

"Cole," Peter is the first to approach, it's strange being the one doing most of the leading. Especially among this bunch. "Hey, nice to meet you. Peter."

He goes around the room and introduces everyone. Cole repeats each name anxiously. A sole squeaks through the door and a throat clears. A burly man with a baseball cap and scuffy bear wears a canvas jacket in grey camo.

"Sy," he intones as he enters. "Oh, are those brownies?"

"Right, that's everyone," Jake declares. "So, uh... what now?"

[daydaydayrk420]

Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Male Reader. Steve and Natasha are dating and the male reader is Tony's son who just came back from college and that night be has to talk to Steve but walks in on them so they ask him to join and he happily agrees, add a part where Steve is pounding him while reader eats Natasha. Top dom Steve Rogers, bottom dom Natasha Romanoff, verse sub male reader. I know you said you'd add multiple parts instead of long fics when that person asked but I please- please make this one a one shot and please make it long. The longer the better if that's ok.

All characters are 18+

Whoops

Steve Rogers x male reader x Natasha Romanoff

⚠️top dom steve, dom bottom nat, sub-bottom reader, threesome, eating out, ruined climax, getting caught, masturbating, creampie, aftercare⚠️

🚨minors and girls do not interact 🚨

Turns out I don't know how to make long fan fiction when it's meant to be long. I hope it's long enough. I also don't see Steve as a top so he's not really as Dom as I think you want to.

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Y/n is part of the Avengers.

Well not technically. He's Tony's son. And he likes to toy around his lab a lot. So that means he's in the tower a lot and is considered a part of the team. He often used to help before he went to college.

He hasn't been a 'part' of them since the start, but he's been a part long enough that he's built a really close friendship with Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanoff. He wishes it could be more, but he doesn't want to push it.

Like come on, Steve's out of this generation. Having his friend ask him and his girlfriend out at the same time? It might as well blow his mind.

Now speaking of Steve. He's on a break from all this madness of being an avenger. He could go on a break because there hasn't been anything happening recently. He is obviously ready to jump back into action if necessary.

But he's not staying in his apartment. He's still at the Avengers Tower because, sadly, his girlfriend isn't on a break and can't really visit Steve in his apartment. So, instead, Steve is still in his room in the tower so he can be with Natasha when she comes back from missions.

Speaking of Natasha. She's currently running away from some Hydra guys.

Well.

More like leading them into a trap. Which worked out perfectly actually. In no time Natasha was already on her way back to the tower. What she doesn't know though is that Steve is in her room. Touching himself to the smell of her shirt.

Speaking of Steve. He's lying on Natasha's bed. Back against the headboard, pants low enough just to have his cock out while his hand strokes it at a fast speed. His nose is buried in the shirt as much as he can get it. His eyes are closed as he imagines that his hand is Natasha's instead.

But he suddenly smells another sort of familiar smell. His hand slows down as he tries to figure out what smell it is.

Y/n's spray deodorant. Natasha used it yesterday at their workout session because she forgot hers.

Suddenly Steve's fingers trace the base of his dick and the image of Natasha fades. His hand starts to feel different. Not like the way he imagines Natasha's hand. But a bit rougher.

Then the image of Natasha before his eyes starts to turn. And suddenly it's y/n.

Steve's dick twitches at the thought. He doesn't stop. He infact wraps his fingers around himself tighter and gives it a few tugs.

This is wrong. He thinks to himself as he keeps imagining the man instead of the woman. He's dating Natasha he shouldn't even be turned on by this. He's filled with a rush of guilt. But that's oh so quickly replaced with pleasure when he feels a knot in his stomach.

His hand subconsciously moves faster and his head falls back. He holds the shirt over his face practically suffocating. He's so close. But he can't be right? He can't let himself cum to the image of his friend instead of his girlfriend. Right?

He's soon interrupted by the sound of the doors shutting closed. He jumps in surprise and stops everything to look towards the door.

There stands Natasha with a cocky grin as she rests her hands on her hips. "Well hello there Captain." She teased.

Steve flushes with embarrassment. His face heats up and his hand tightens around the shirt.

"Enjoying my scent are we?" She continued to tease as she walked towards the bed. Steve is too focused on the way her hips move to realize what she said and nods anyway.

Her smirk only grows wider as she crawls over to Steve's lap. His breath hitches and his dick twitches. His mind starts to spin. He just imagined y/n as masturbating and now he's going to have sex with his girlfriend?

Those thoughts are immediately thrown away the moment Natasha's lips touch his.

"Fuck" y/n mutters as he holds his suitcase by his side. Tony forgot to pick him up again. Happy is sick so he's definitely not doing that.

Y/n is hit with a shiver but he keeps standing under the bus stop roof while he tries to use his phone even though his fingers are practically frozen.

He dials the first person that comes to his mind that he knows will save him from this breeze.

"Hey?" The voice is breathless.

"hey, Nat... I'm sorry to disturb you this late, but are you home...?" Y/n said with a slight shiver in his voice.

"yeah what's wrong?" Natasha asked concerned.

"My dad forgot to pick me up... And happy Is sick..." The shivering boy said.

"Oh shit. In this weather?" Natasha said with concern and y/n can hear clothes rustling and an... annoyed groan in th background?

Then he hears Steve ask what's wrong. Natasha tells him y/n is stuck outside god knows where.

"y/n is coming back?" Steve asks more with excitement than worry about the younger man's condition.

That warmed y/n's heart in a sense. Knowing that Steve is excited to have him back. But the younger man brushes that thought back and listens to the phone.

"where are you?" Natasha asks.

"uh..." Y/n looks around. "The bus stop by the train station. I'll send you my location." He said. Natasha humed and ended the call.

It didn't take long before Natasha picked y/n up and drove him back to the tower.

Y/n is so happy to finally be back in his warm room. Natasha made sure y/n got all his bags before she went to her room where Steve is still waiting.

Y/n takes his time unpacking and settling in. He's too focused on what he's doing to notice the bed creaking down the hallway.

"Fuck fuck fuck-mhpf!" Steve grunts when Natasha covers his mouth with her hand.

The sound of bed creaking and wet skin slapping against each other fills the room and the hallway while Natasha rides the poor veteran like her life dependents on it.

Her teeth are drawing blood from her lip as she herself tries to stay quiet.

Both Steve and Natasha are still sensitive from their previous round that had to end abruptly. Especially since their orgasms were ruined by the sudden stop.

But now they won't let anything stop them.

Steve keeps whining and moaning into his girlfriend's hand. Then there it is again. Y/n pops into his mind. And suddenly he feels like it's the younger man riding him and not his girlfriend.

He shuts his eyes tighter trying to fight the thought of it. He can't cum to the thought of another man while his girlfriend is riding him. That's absurd!

Natasha doesn't know what is going through her boyfriend's mind so seeing him shut his eyes so tight makes her believe he's about to climax.

And that makes Natasha panic. Because Steve's not the only one imagining the younger man.

"y/n!" Both Steve and Natasha moan. Natasha's bouncing halts.

Steve's eyes fly open.

Shit. They think to themselves.

They just stare at each other for what feels like forever, but it's only about half a minute because their staring contest is interrupted by a very panicked voice that belongs to none other but y/n.

"Are you guys okay? You called for me!" He said with panic and opened the door.

The room is filled with silence as y/n processes what's happening in front of him.

"Uh..." He said as he looks aside wondering what he should do. Steve and Natasha look at each other. They mentally talk together and look at y/n again.

"Join us." Steve said.

The younger man looks at them with surprise. "W-what?" "Join us."

Y/n bites his lip. This is what he's dreamt of. Should he accept? Fuck he wants to.

He quickly closes the door.

Natasha and Steve grin and separate. The red-headed girl immediately takes hold of y/n as soon as he reaches the bed and pulls him atop it.

The younger man gasps at the landing and looks at her. He's already growing a tent in his pants.

Natasha is quick to act and strips the younger man so they don't waste any time.

Steve stroked himself as he watched how his girlfriend was so eager to strip another man.

Natasha is pulled into a hungry kiss by the younger man. He's so desperate for her. Both of them actually. He's dreamt of this for so long.

As Natasha and y/n make out she pulls him closer until she can flip them over. Now that Natasha is lying on her back and the younger man is lying on top of her, Steve has the best angle to prep the smaller man.

Y/n gasps and pull back from the kiss when he feels a large hand on the round of his ass. He looks behind his shoulder as he watches how focused Steve is on his ass.

The red headed girl grins and cups the smaller man's cheek to make him face her again. "Now now. Eyes on me pretty boy." She purred before kissing him again.

Y/n tried his best not to react like a virgin when he felt Steve's fingers on his hole. He's not a virgin. It's just been a while since he bottomed.

Steve works fast on prepping the adorable man in front of him. Normally he'd take his time but his climax has been ruined three times today. He's not waiting any longer.

The moment y/n is loose enough to take Steve, the blond man wastes no time and yanks him closer. Y/n let's out a gasp as he's yanked back. He looks over his shoulder and sees that Steve is eagerly applying lube on his dick.

A jolt of adrenaline spikes through his body at the realization he's about to get fucked by Captain America.

He looks before him again, but instead of being met with Natasha's eyes, he's met with her weeping heat.

He watches as Natasha slowly runs her fingers towards her inner lips and parts them. "Hungry?" She asks with a smirk and rests one leg over y/n's shoulder. Her free hand reaches for his hair and pulls him closer.

The closer he gets the more his nose is filled with her scent.

He lets out a gasp when he feels Steve press his lubed tip against his hole. Natasha gasps as the blow of air hits her folds. She lifts her hips and grinds her heat onto y/n's face.

"Shit." The blond man groans as he pushes in.

The younger man moans. He's immediately overwhelmed. Overwhelmed with the feeling of being stretched out. Overwhelmed with the smell of Natasha. Overwhelmed with how hard he's trying to hold it in.

It doesn't take long before he starts lapping at Natasha's weeping entry.

And it doesn't take long before Steve starts thrusting.

Steve starts slow. Now that he's finally inside the man he's been thinking of for so long, he wants to savor it.

Although that gets complicated considering his three times ruined climax builds up dangerously fast.

With the way, y/n is eating like a starved man? Natasha isn't far behind either. Neither is y/n. Considering he's working overtime right now he has zero control of how his body reacts.

"Oh fuck..." Y/n's voice is muffled as he keeps his face pressed into Natasha's weeping cunt while Steve pulls back and pushes back in on a steady slow pace.

"Fuck Steve look at him. Trying so hard to please." Natasha pants as she watches how eager the younger man is to eat her out.

Steve looks too. The sound of his panting, the sound of his tongue smacking against the wet skin. It all makes Steve's head spin.

So he decided to speed up his thrusts. And boy did he.

Y/n gasps, and his hands fly to the sheets on each side of Nat's hips. He has to pull his mouth back for a hit to catch the breath that's been knocked out of him. "Fuck!" He cries out and looks over his shoulder.

Steve's head are gripping his hips so hard his knuckles are turning white, his head is hanging down, his mouth fully open as he pants, lips wet with spit, his hair dangling in front of his hooded eyed that are covered with raw desire. That's all it took.

Y/n is now a shaking moaning mess. He buries his face between Natasha's legs again to hopefully muffle his moans.

Natasha moans immediately. She's really sensitive at this point so just even the feeling of y/n's nose on her clit is all it takes for her thighs to quiver.

It's all a mess. Whoever can hear them probably thinks they're watching badly acted porn that's just filled with high moaning.

Suddenly Natasha's legs wrap around the younger man's head and squeeze. Her hands tug at his hair and her body arches off the bed. Y/n sticks his tongue out flat ready to lick her climax clean.

Steve isn't far behind with his own release. But he wants y/n to cum first. So he'll make him cum first.

Y/n gasps when he feels a large hand wrap around the base of his dick and tug. At this point, he could barely hold himself up, so if Steve continues to stroke him, he will fall face flat in Nat's cunt.

Which...he does. Because Steve didn't show any sign of stopping. His hand works wonders on y/n's dick and his dick works wonders on his sore walls.

The younger man's face is now buried inside Natasha's folds. He can barely breathe but he doesn't care.

Natasha twitches slightly with overstimulation. Her legs loosen around the younger man's head and so do her hands. She tiredly caresses his hair as she watches Steve ravage the poor little man.

She chuckles tiredly and lifts y/n's head up so he rests it on her thigh instead of suffocating in her folds. The moment she sees his face she giggles.

Eyes hooded, face wet from her climax, mouth wide open. At this point you don't know if it's saliva or Natasha's cum on his chin.

Steve's hips stutter. He's close. He can't hold back anymore. Thankfully y/n cums first, not only because Steve found the perfect angle, but also because his fingers squeezed around y/n's shaft.

The younger man cries out and buries his face in Nat's thigh. The red-headed beauty runs her fingers through his hair to help him through the waves of emotions.

Steve is filled with relief. He can finally cum.

"Guys can you please tone it down?!" Tony yells from behind the door.

That's it. Steve wraps a hand around the younger man's neck and an arm around his chest and lifts him up. He holds him against his chest. He leans down and pants into the overstimulated man's ear. "Scream for me." He said with a rumble in his chest.

He's not getting interrupted from this climax. Not again.

So he snaps his hips more. Y/n's hands fly to Steve's hands. "Fuck!" He cries out.

"Y/n?!" Tony yells with surprise. He thought they just had the TV too loud. Now Tony doesn't know the situation. So of course, he jumps to conclusions. Steve is cheating on Natasha with y/n! But...this is Natasha's room... Is she cheating with him on Steve?

The doors fly open. But Tony doesn't move. He's frozen in place.

Natasha is tiredly circling her clit as she watches Steve pound into y/n with no sign of stopping. Not even with company. Steve is not getting his climax interrupted for the fourth time.

Natasha doesn't seem bothered by it either. She's too tired to care. And y/n? He doesn't even know they're being watched.

The door are shut almost immediately once Tony realises what he's seeing.

Steve and Natasha chuckle but their focus is immediately brought to y/n when he whines. He came again.

The second climax buzzing through him causes his walls to clamp around Steve's dick. That's the last thing Steve needed before he's spilling inside the younger man.

Both men catch their breaths.

Natasha is the first to move. She grabs some wet wipes and cleans herself up. Then she kneels up to press her chest to y/n's chest while Steve holds him to his.

She presses a couple of kisses on the younger man's shoulder before she cleans his face.

Then she wraps her arms around his hips and kisses him gently. He returns it tiredly and leans on her.

Steve takes this as an opportunity to pull out and clean them up.

Once they're all clean they get comfortable under the sheets with y/n being sandwiched between the couple.

Y/n's face has a drunken smile as his face is rested in Steve's pecs. Natasha is pressed closely against his back while Steve has an arm around the both of them.

They all slept like the dead.

Besides Tony.

Who was strongly confused about how his son got here, and what just happened.

Maybe if he didn't forget and picked his son up instead this wouldn't have happened. He won't be able to look him in the eyes again.

Which he will have to because he needs a serious chat with him in the morning...

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Pt2

[spaceycat]

Fic request where the reader asks Steve Rogers to draw her “like one of his French girls” 🤨

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white rabbit has returned, UH YES?? i think we all kinda glossed over the fact that steve was actually a really good artist? even though we only saw it for like 2 seconds, enjoy !!!

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➶-͙ ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ ...  ╰┈➤ 𝚒𝚝'𝚕𝚕 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 ࣪𖤐.ᐟ

♫ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: meet me in the hallway by harry styles (3:47)

✰ pairing: steve rogers x reader

✰ cw: fluffy, kissing, shared feelings, swearing

✰ word count: 0.6k+

✰ summary: reader finds out that her bestfriend steve can draw, and asks him to try and draw her. it soon leads to feelings shared.

✰ a/n: this is such a mood change from my usual posting of until dawn, enjoy regardless?? also fun fact i haven't watched titanic sooooo

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༺colour chart༻ reader ❀ steve ☀︎

You were looking for something in Steve's drawers, it was normal for you to do so - you were bestfriends after all. You were searching when you accidentally bumped the drawer, books and journals falling to the floor. "Shit--" You'd mumble to yourself, crouching down to pick up the mess of books, that's when one caught your eye - a journal full of drawings. You never thought Steve was one to be the drawing type, always caught up in work with the Avengers or something of the sort. You'd pick it up, realising it was a journal dating back to his time in the war. As you flipped through the pages, you saw sketches of trains, landscapes, the occasional drawing of Bucky or Peggy. Your eyes eventually landed on one of a monkey dressed up in his Captain America outfit, a monkey on a unicycle on a tight rope? Why would he draw this.. that's when Steve's voice cut your thoughts.

"Hey-- you okay? I heard a thud.." You'd look over to him, standing up to face him. That's when his eyes caught you holding his sketchbook. "Uh-- yeah, I just knocked over some books and stuff.." "Where did you find that--" He'd walk over to you, grabbing the book from your hands. Looking up at you, expecting an answer. "I-- knocked it over.. like I said-- I-I never knew that you drew.. or that well for that matter." "That was a long time ago.." He'd close the book, placing it back onto the dresser. "Do you still draw?--" "I don't have much time to anymore, but yeah-- sometimes.." "Maybe.. drawing me will kickstart some artistic instincts.." "Oh-- no, I.. I shouldn't." "Oh c'mon, Stevie.. draw me like one of your french girls.." He looked at you confused, "..Titanic?" He raised a brow, "I-- what you seriously haven't watched Titanic? 'I'm flying, Jack'?" The quote made him look even more confused. "Titanic as in-- the ship?" "I'm surprised Sam hasn't shown you it.. c'mon, we'll watch it as you draw me."

Steve and you set up in the living room of his apartment - setting up snacks and drinks while you tried to find Titanic on his tv. That’s when you heard scribbling from beside you, you’d look over. Seeing Steve looking up at you then back to the paper.

“Hey— wait, I wasn’t ready.” You’d move beside him, looking at what he had drawn, it was a small sketch of you. “Oh..” You paused for a minute, “Steve this is really good—“ "Uh-- thanks.." He'd look at you, realising how close you two were. You'd grab the book from him - focusing on it so much so that you didn't notice how intently Steve was looking at you. "I am stealing this page once--" You'd look up at him, realising he was staring at you. "Uhm-- it's good." He'd grab it from you, closing it - placing it aside. "I want to try something.." He'd look at for you for a moment, "Can I kiss you?" That took you by surprise, "Steve I--" "Can I kiss you?.." He'd ask again, you'd nod. "Need a physical answer." "Yes." He'd lean foward, placing a hand to the side of your face. Placing a soft kiss to your lips, pulling back. You'd chase his lips, moving to kiss him again. Filled with passion and love, he pulled back for air. "So-- why the monkey?" "What?--" "The monkey you drew?" "Oh-- that was back during the war.. when I was just a statement piece, a show pony.." "Oh-- right, I.. I'm sorry." "Don't apologise, it wasnt your fault." He'd tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, "Are we gonna continue watching Titanic?" "Oh-- right."

ONE DOWN !!!

[writingoddess1125]

okay okay JC hear me, what about Alucare and Vivian interaction ?

Oh I like this! EVIL SMILE 😈 I like this a lot

Oh Hell No-

For just 10c a day you can help a starving author, that's less then a cup of Ko-fi

Shanks, Mihawk x Reader + Alucare, Vivian

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It had been a exhausting month out to sea, Shanks insisting the crew go to the grandline. Paired with also having Vivian start training to be a pirate like him-

She didn't object to this, her eyes still following her inspiration of Luffy. She worked hard, Went out to assist the crew and learn the ways of the ship and of being a pirate. Much to everyone's surprise however was the two skills she had picked up- Sharp Shooting and Gambling.. Shanks wasn't too thrilled about either however he couldn't lie he was impressed- She had taken up to learning from Yassop on guns while naturally able to win a lot of card games from the crew and walk away with heavy pockets.

Making port in a small Village to do some basic restocks Vivian traveled off to explore the peer. Deciding to spend some of her winnings-

Vivian was blown away, seeing such a pretty guy standing there at the docks. He was older then her by a bit, he had lovely dark hair tied in a low ponytail and dressed in dark clothes ment for training. However it was his eyes- She could see his eyes from there, bright yellow like gold. A feeling of warmth hit her cheeks and chest as she stared- However he must have felt it since he began to look around with a scowl on his face, Vi quickly walking away to pretend she hadn't been staring at the teenager. Her face she was sure was as red as her hair-

"Don't travel far Vi!" Shanks called out, Even though he knew she had a small pistol that Yassop had gifted her. She kept his words in mind and went around the pier to explore, buying a few snacks and so on till a flutter of black caught her eye- Turning to see a smaller sea vessel and a boy standing infront of it like he was impatiently waiting.

"Well I'll be damned- Is that Hawkeye?" Shanks said, Snapping Vivian from her spying fantasy to look up at her father.

"Ah there you are Vi-" Shanks called out as he walked back towards his daughter and saw her red face. Raising a brow at her red face, going to speak on it till his eyes caught the teen still glancing around.

"You know him?" She said softly, Shanks however looked confused as he stared at the teen. Waving for her to stay put while he walked forward to the teen and the sea vessel.

Shanks shook Alucare's hand and smiled at the young man-

Vi watched from afar, It seemed the two talked briefly before the teen headed back to the sea vessel. Returning with two adults, a clearly pregnant women and a tall man looking like the teen but older and with weird facial hair and short hair.

Shanks spoke with the tall man before he waved Vivian over.

"This is 'Hawkeye' Mihawk a old friend of mine, and This is Vi my daughter" Shanks said proudly, Mihawks eyebrows raising at hearing this and stared at Vivian, a hint of a smirk on his lips.

"It's nice to meet you Vivian" Mihawk said calmly, (Y/N) however smiled brightly and shook the young lady's hand.

"It's very lovely to meet you Vivian, Shanks" She said calmly and Alucare nodded as well giving a fast greeting to the child.

"It's nice to meet you Vivian" He said as he shook her hand politely- The girl barely able to mutter the words in return as she looked nervous. The teen quickly releasing her hand and offering it to the older red head.

"Nice to meet ya, Damn you look just like your father" He said with a laugh, truthfully he felt a odd clench in his chest since Alucare looked like Mihawk when Roger's died.

"Well since we are all here, why don't we go to the pub near by, I hear they also have good food so it shouldn't be an issue" Shanks suggested with a happy smile, you of course agreeing at this and thinking it would be nice. Mihawk and Alucare giving similar sighs and nodding in agreement-

"This here is the rest of my crew-" Shanks introduced with a smile- Alucare being silent but polite, That was till he saw Ben Beckman and heard his name, Glancing back to his father with pleading eyes that read 'please say no-' But all Mihawk did was nod silently making the teenager deflate slightly. Deciding that keeping his mouth shut was the best option-

A short journey back to Shanks Ship he gathered his crew to all venture to the pub and of course they were familiar with Mihawk but gave sweet introductions to (Y/N) and Alucare.

Shanks set down his drink as his eyes focused, seeing how Vivians cheeks were red, her eyes sparkling and the way she nervously fiddled with her hair. You catching this and seeing her like this as well and how she smiled so awkwardly around Alucare who was clearly seeing this in more of a babysitting light-

Once all introductions were done the pirates filed inside, it didn't take long for drinks to be poured and food to be served. Vivian being seated to a unamused Alucare who seemed to passively be listening to her as she tried to start conversation.

Your eyes wondered around at seeing the drunk patrons, it wasn't like you were in a current condition to drink yourself so the food was your comfort. But you couldn't help but glance to your son every now and again- Shanks also following you gaze.

"Aw, She must have a little crush on Alu" You say with a giggle, Mihawk looking up from his glass at hearing this- his hand still on your lower back to keep you steady from some invisible force.

Shanks whole body seemed to bristle at this voiced notion taking another hard drink of ale.

"No, Vivian is far too... she's-" He stared harder, that's when he saw it. She tucked her own hair behind her ear shyly- he knew that move too damn well it was the one her mother used to do when trying the flirt and a move that lead to Vivians creation paired with other moves much later on.

"Oh Hell No!-" Shanks all but roared. Mihawk smirking into his drink.

This was bound to be entertaining-

[girlkisser13]

about you

"do you think i have forgotten?" "do you know think i have forgotten about you?"

pairings: bucky barnes x fem!reader

warnings/tags: angst with a hint of fluff at the end. set in tfatws. the reader refers to bucky as james.

summary: you reunite with the love of your life.

in the heart of brooklyn, under the soft glow of streetlights, you and your fiancée, james buchanan barnes, shared what would become your final night together. the air was thick with the unspoken fear of the unknown, the looming threat of war, and the desperation of a love that had yet to fully blossom. you clutched his hand tightly, your engagement ring glinting faintly in the darkness, a symbol of a future you both hoped to see.

"promise me you'll come back, james," you whispered, your voice trembling.

he smiled, though it didn't reach his eyes. "i promise. i'll always come back to you."

your goodbye was marked by a kiss, full of longing and fear, sealing a promise that fate would soon break.

your story took a darker turn shortly after his departure. selected for the super-soldier serum experiments, you underwent the same harrowing transformation as steve rogers, albeit with an added layer of peril.

the government was eager to see how the serum affected women, and you became their prime subject. the serum coursed through your veins, granting you strength and agility but also a burden you hadn't anticipated.

when steve plunged into the icy depths, you were there, fighting by his side until the end. you were frozen alongside him, your life suspended in the cold embrace of time. decades passed before you were discovered, thawed out much later than steve, only to find that the world you knew was gone and the man you loved was presumed dead.

years blurred together as you tried to find your place in a world that had moved on without you. you worked alongside steve, fighting new battles while mourning the loss of your past life. the pain of losing the love of your life never dulled, a constant ache in your heart.

when steve found out he was alive, it was like a jolt to your system. the news was almost too much to bear, a mixture of hope and dread.

"james?" you whispered, your heart pounding.

steve looked at you, his eyes filled with sympathy. "he's alive, but he's not the same."

your world tilted as you absorbed the news. you had to see him, to know for sure.

when you finally found him, the man you loved was a shadow of his former self. broken, haunted, and unrecognizable.

"don't tell her, steve," he pleaded, his voice raw with desperation. "i don’t want her to see me like this."

"it's too late," you said, stepping out from behind steve. your voice was steady, but your heart was breaking.

his eyes met yours, and for a moment, you saw a flicker of the man you had loved. "james," you whispered, your voice trembling.

his breath hitched at the sound of his name, but then his face hardened. "you shouldn't be here," he said, turning away.

you reached out to touch him, but he flinched, stepping back. "james, please..."

"i'm not the man you remember," he said, his voice filled with pain. "i don’t want you here."

with those words, he walked away, leaving you standing there, your heart shattered into pieces. years had passed since that painful encounter, but the memory still haunted you. you had thrown yourself into your work, trying to forget, but he was always there, a ghost in your thoughts.

when sam called you for backup, you didn't hesitate. you were a soldier, and you knew how to bury your emotions when the mission demanded it. but as you made your way up to zemo's apartment, you couldn't shake the feeling of dread that settled in your stomach.

stepping into the room, your eyes immediately locked onto his. his breath hitched at the sight of you, but you didn't acknowledge him, focusing instead on sam and zemo. the four of you discussed the game plan, the tension in the room palpable.

as you all geared up, he pulled sam aside. "why didn't you tell me she was coming?"

sam shrugged, giving him a knowing look. "i figured it was time you two talked. she's all you ever talk about anyway."

he glanced at you, your eyes meeting briefly before you quickly looked away. his heart ached at the distance between the two of you, a distance that seemed insurmountable.

this unspoken chasm seemed to vanish, though, when the fight with the flag smashers erupted. the fight was intense, the chaos of battle a familiar comfort. you moved with the grace and precision of a trained warrior, your super-soldier abilities making you a formidable opponent. but you could feel his eyes on you, always watching, always worrying.

at one point, someone came at you with a gun from behind. seeing the danger, he rushed over and knocked the attacker unconscious.

"james, i can take care of myself!" you snapped at him, your irritation clear.

"i know, but i just worry about you," he replied, his voice soft, almost pleading.

you scoffed, your eyes narrowing. "you didn't seem to care about me when we last saw each other. why do you suddenly care now?"

he opened his mouth to respond, but you had already turned away, your heart aching with the weight of your unresolved past.

after the battle, he found you leaning against a wall, catching your breath. he approached slowly, his steps hesitant. "y/n, can we talk? please?"

you looked at him, your eyes guarded. "you have five minutes."

he took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts. "i'm so sorry for how i treated you. i was lost, and i didn't want you to see me like that."

"when steve told me you were alive, i was terrified you wouldn't remember me. that you wouldn’t remember us," you said, your voice trembling with emotion.

he reached out, taking your hands gently in his. "do you really think i could ever forget you? the thought of seeing you again was the only thing that kept me going when i was being brainwashed. i kept imagining our wedding, our life together."

tears welled up in your eyes as you listened. "i did the same thing."

"i always hoped i would find my way back to you," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

"then why did you leave me?" you asked, your voice breaking. "if you loved me as much as i loved you?"

he looked down, shame flooding his eyes. "i wanted to find the man you fell in love with. that's why i went to wakanda. i needed to be better for you."

you shook your head, tears streaming down your face. "you could have asked me to come with you. or at least said goodbye. do i really mean that little to you?"

"no!" he said vehemently, his grip on your hands tightening. "you mean everything to me. i was just... i was afraid. i didn't want you to see me like that, to see how broken i was."

he dropped to his knees, still holding your hands. "i’m on my hands and knees y/n. just like i was when i asked you to marry me. please, give me another chance."

a tearful laugh escaped you, and you pulled him up, looking into his eyes. "i forgive you, james."

he cupped your face, leaning in to kiss you passionately. when you broke apart, he rested his forehead against yours. "god, i've missed you."

you laughed softly, the sound like music to his ears. "i've missed the sound of your laugh."

his eyes closed in a dazed smile as you touched his face. "i missed your eyes."

he opened his eyes at your words, the warmth of your touch making him smile.

he kissed you again, the world fading around the two of you. but just as you were lost in each other, a familiar voice interrupted your moment.

"hey lovebirds, we've got work to do," sam called out, smirking.

you broke apart, smiles on your faces. he took your hand, squeezing it gently. "we'll finish this later."

you nodded, "yes, we will."

as the two of you regrouped with sam and zemo, the weight of your past began to lift, replaced by the promise of a future you could finally begin to build together. he couldn't stop looking at you, his heart full for the first time in decades.

"are you okay?" sam asked, his voice low enough for only him to hear.

he nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "yeah, i think I will be."

the battle wasn't over, but the both you had already won something more important. you had found your way back to each other again. and together, you could face anything.

last that night, after the dust had settled and your enemies were subdued, the two of you found a quiet corner away from prying eyes.

"i can't believe you're really here," he said softly, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

you smiled, leaning into his touch. "i'm here, james. and i'm not going anywhere."

he pulled her into his arms, holding you close. "i love you. i’ve never stopped loving you."

"i love you too," you whispered, your voice full of emotion.

you stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, knowing that the road ahead wouldn't be easy, but at least you would face it together.

"james," you whispered, the name rolling off your tongue like a prayer.

you were the only one who still called him james, a name that reminded him of a simpler time, of the man he used to be. he closed his eyes, savoring the sound. "i love it when you call me that."

you smiled, resting your head against his chest. "you'll always be james to me."

he held you tighter, his heart swelling with love. "and you'll always be my everything."

in that moment, surrounded by the chaos of a world that had changed so much, the two of you found solace in each other, your love a beacon guiding the both of you through the darkness. and as you stood there, wrapped in each other's embrace, you knew that no matter what came next, the two of you would face it together, just as you always had.

[callalillywrites]

The Huntsman's Mission

My third entry for Bucky Barnes Birthday Bingo (hosted by @avengers-assemble-bingo). This time we're getting the Royalty AU with a bit of a fairy tale twist. All of this can be blamed on Halsey's Castle. This story just wrote itself once I listened to it a few times on repeat (not a hardship because I love the song).

Bucky Barnes Masterlist | Main Masterlist

Pairing: Huntman!Bucky Barnes x Princess!Reader

Other characters: Steve Rogers

Summary: Your evil stepmother, the queen, has decided to do away with you, so she enlists the Huntsman to complete the task. It turns out the Huntsman is none other than your friend, Jamie Barnes. The real question is if he's going to go through with her command or find some way to save you.

Word Count: ~1330

Warnings: threat of death/violence (not by Bucky); bound character; impending death of character (Reader); twist ending; nothing too graphic but implied; lmk if I missed anything

A/N: I'm not saying I could be talked into making this a full-fledged fic, but I could absolutely make this into a full-fledged fic if there's enough interest. It's definitely a bit outside what I usually write, but I think that's why it definitely fascinates me to keep going and build this world up.

A/N2: Bucky goes by Jamie in this story, but it is Bucky.

I do not give permission to have my works copied, translated, reposted, or fed into an AI machine.

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It shouldn't have happened like this.

You should be back in your castle, in your old room, where you're loved and cherished by your father and mother. You should be happily trying to get out of your lessons while finding solace in your many hobbies. It hadn't been like your mother and father hadn't doted on you.

It'd all gone so wrong, so fast.

One minute, you had a happy family and a happy kingdom.

The next, your mother was gone.

Your father remarried mere months later.

Your new stepmother turned out to be a real witch, complete with magical powers. She'd used them to banish your father to some place unknown. She'd stripped you of your title and tossed you into the servants' quarters where you were expected to earn your keep. She'd transformed your happy kingdom into a sad and dreary one as she hoarded all its beauty and wealth for herself, leaving none for your people.

When you thought she couldn't do worse, she did.

You found yourself staring into the soulless eyes of one of your oldest and truest friends. A boy now turned into a young man. One that has seen war beyond his years and bore the scars of countless battles. His dark hair hung almost to his shoulders, situated just so one couldn't make out more than shadows across his features.

So transformed himself, you almost didn't recognize him.

Huntsman.

That's what he called himself.

He'd bound your hands tight with rough rope before yanking you off your tiny cot. His steps dragged you from the palace and paraded through all those that served you and with you over the years. Your soft pleas to stop went unheard as he kept going even as you stumbled and tripped behind him. Your shame and confusion not once helping with the matter at hand.

"Why are you doing this, Jamie?" you practically shouted once he'd taken you beyond the castle's gates. "Please, you're my friend. Do you hate me this much? My family?"

Icy blue eyes slammed into yours. His hands jerked at the rope until you stumbled right into him. He didn't let you fall though, grabbing you around the shoulders. Leaning in until your faces were mere centimeters apart, his voice, raspy from prolonged disuse, dripped with desperation, trembling with a shaky breath, "I have no choice, princess. The queen has given me no choice."

His answer rendered you speechless for all of two seconds, snapping back, "We all have a choice."

"Not this time," he said, shaking his head and turning his back to you once more. His hand tugged at the short rope and dragged you onward.

You'd lost track of how long you'd been forced to walk. The sun had been high in the sky when he'd first pulled you out of your room with your hands bound. Now, the sun had started its slow descent at the horizon, the bottom already dipping out of sight. The castle, once so majestic with the sun highlighting it, had disappeared from your sight as you traversed the uneven stones and dirt beneath your feet. The same feet that had begun to ache in such a way that you were certain you'd have blisters from the too-tight and overly worn slippers that adorned them.

It wasn't until the sun had dipped completely, leaving only the softest rays to highlight the area, that this Huntsman, your once-sweet Jamie, halted his steps. His gaze surveyed your surroundings with a keenness that had you scooting closer for fear that something dangerous lurked nearby, waiting to attack at its earliest convenience.

You jolted when a low hum escaped him. The noise so unlike any of the grunts and puffed breaths he'd let loose during your long trek. It took you a moment to realize it was a pleased sound.

Glancing around his broad shoulders, you soon discovered why.

A small band of men blocked your further passage along the roadway. They each had a bearing about them that didn't exactly spell comfort in your opinion, but their presence seemed to settle something within your captor. His shoulders relaxed and his breathing smoothed out.

"Thought you'd be late," he said, his voice gruff as he acknowledged the group. "You get everything I told you to?"

The man in the middle stepped forward, giving you the first real glimpse of him.

It took everything in you not to gasp at the man's appearance, so unlike the way he'd looked the last you'd seen him. The possibility of such a transformation should've been impossible, but then so should an evil queen capable of magic.

"Took us a bit, but yeah, we got it," Steve said, his gaze moving towards you. A grin spread across his face upon seeing what had to be a surprised expression on yours. "Ah, wondered if you'd recognize me, princess. Glad to see you haven't forgotten."

"I've never forgotten a single person in my kingdom," you huffed with an indignant tone. "I'm my father's daughter after all."

Steve's smile softened as he regarded you, nodding. "That you are, princess. Silly of me to have forgotten that."

Silence descended briefly between you all.

In that time, Jamie turned toward you, pulling out a large knife. One quick, efficient strike had your bindings falling away. His gaze met yours through his long strands before he shifted to meet Steve's own curious gaze. "Keep her safe. Take her far away from here. The queen must never know what's happened or it'll be all our lives. You understand that, punk?"

"Yeah, I got it." Steve nodded. "We'll take her and keep her safe, jerk."

Apparently satisfied, Jamie allowed himself a final glance in your direction, murmuring, "Take care of yourself, princess."

"Wait," you said, reaching out and grabbing hold of his jacket, "you're not going back there? Please, Jamie, I just got you back."

The corner of his lip curved upward for a mere second before his face turned almost stone-like again.

A sob threatened to rip out of you as you demanded, "At least tell me we'll see each other again. I can't let you go back without that promise."

His stony countenance cracked the smallest bit, a shaky breath working its way out of him. His face twisted as though he'd tasted something bitter as he promised, "We'll see each other again."

The lie rested between you, but that lie gave you some hope that it could become a truth. You would cling to that lie as long as you could. As long as you didn't have proof that something had happened to him. It would be a lie that would lead to your mission to retake everything the evil queen, your stepmother, had taken from you. It would be the lie that liberated your people and restored you to your rightful place, not as princess but as queen.

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James Barnes watched from the shadows as you left with Steve and his small band of men.

He'd done exactly as he'd promised he'd do for your father all those years ago. He'd kept you safe from the clutches of your evil stepmother, and he'd keep doing it as long as he drew breath.

With you safely tucked away, he made quick work of the poor creature needed to complete his subterfuge. If his mind kept traveling back to you and how beautiful you'd grown, he couldn't help it. His hands had long since memorized the movements necessary to carry out his work while his mind wandered.

It took mere moments before he filled the sack with the remnants he needed, hefting it over his shoulder and trudging back the way he had come.

Maybe, just maybe, he'd get the chance to see you again.

Of all the lies he's told over the years, this was the one he really wanted to turn into a truth. He wanted to be by your side as you reclaimed everything you deserved and more.

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You and Bucky have been put on a hydra mission with Steve and Sam and bucky doesn't want you to go on the mission because he knows how bad hydra can be. After the meeting briefing, you and Bucky go back to Bucky's room and you both have a massive arguement about the mission and Bucky comes out and says that he can't concentrate on the mission and look after you even though he knew you can look after yourself. So that night you slept in your own room, you and Bucky didn't speak at all for days and even when getting ready for the mission you guys didn't look at each other. While on the mission you got paired with Steve, due to the atmosphere between you and Bucky, while scoping out the place with Steve you get separated and you get losted and end up getting ambushed by hydra and you fight off as many as you can but you end up getting injured badly and Bucky can hear the pain in your voice as you are talking over the Comms and then he hears Steve call for Sam to get you back to base asap because you are hurt badly. After Bucky hears that he feels his heart drop into his stomach and his whole world comes crashing down. Once Bucky gets back to the base he doesn't even change he comes straight to find you and he eventually finds you and you are in the hospital bed with tubes and wires attached to you and wounds covering your chest. He breaks down and sits beside your bed and holds your hand, apologizing about what he said and about what happend, and how much he needs you and he stays by your bed till you wake up and once you wake up you feel him holding your hand and you look down and see him with his head on your bed sleeping with tear stained cheeks and you remove your hand from his and gently stroke his hair and he jumps awake and looks at you in disbelief and starts crying again and you raise your hands to him wanting a hug and he climbs on your bed beside you and wraps his arms around you, telling you how much he missed you and how much he is sorry

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The Rift

Bucky x Y/N

Warnings: Angst. Slight mention of injury and violence.

The conference room at the Avengers compound was unusually quiet, the air heavy with unspoken tension.

The stark light illuminated the holographic display at the center of the room, where a map detailed the mission ahead: a Hydra base, deep in an isolated forest. Steve Rogers was leading the briefing, his voice steady as he outlined the plan. Beside him, Sam Wilson added occasional notes. But Y/N wasn’t listening—not fully. Her focus kept shifting to the man sitting beside her.

Bucky Barnes’ jaw was clenched, his metal fingers tapping a sharp rhythm against the table. His eyes never left the display, but Y/N knew his attention wasn’t on the mission—it was on her.

"Y/N, you'll be paired with me during reconnaissance," Steve was saying, drawing her attention back. "Sam and Bucky will handle the infiltration. Once we secure the intel, we regroup and—"

"Wait," Bucky interrupted, his voice low but firm. "Why is Y/N even on this mission?"

The room fell silent, every eye turning to him. Steve’s brows furrowed. "Because she's qualified, Buck. We need her skills."

"Qualified or not, she shouldn't be here." Bucky's tone was sharper now, his glare directed at Steve but his words clearly meant for Y/N.

Y/N felt her stomach twist. "Excuse me?" she said, her voice steady despite the surge of anger building inside her.

Bucky didn’t look at her. "You know what Hydra’s capable of. This isn’t like the other missions. It’s—"

"Enough, Buck," Steve cut in, his voice firm. "We’re a team. This isn’t up for debate."

But Bucky’s jaw was set, and Y/N knew this was far from over.

The door to Bucky’s room slammed shut behind them, and Y/N whirled to face him, arms crossed. “What the hell was that, Barnes?”

He ran a hand through his hair, pacing like a caged animal. “I’m trying to keep you safe, Y/N.”

“I don’t need you to keep me safe!” she shot back, her voice rising. “I’m an Avenger, Bucky. I’ve faced Hydra before, or have you forgotten?”

“That’s not the point!” he yelled, finally turning to face her. “You don’t understand what it’s like. What they’re capable of—what they’ll do if they get their hands on you.”

Her eyes narrowed. “Don’t you dare patronize me. I know exactly what Hydra is capable of. I’ve been fighting them as long as you have.”

“And I’m supposed to just watch you walk into their hands?” His voice cracked, the vulnerability breaking through the anger. “I can’t do it, Y/N. I can’t be on this mission and look after you.”

Y/N took a step back, the words hitting her like a blow. “You think I need you to look after me?”

“That’s not what I—” He stopped, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. “I know you can take care of yourself. But if something happens to you—”

“Then I’ll deal with it,” she snapped. “Like I always do. Or don’t you trust me anymore?”

“That’s not it!” he roared, his voice echoing off the walls. “I trust you. It’s them I don’t trust. And I can’t focus on the mission if I’m worried about you.”

For a moment, neither of them spoke, the weight of his confession hanging heavy in the air. Y/N’s heart ached, but her anger refused to let her relent. “Then maybe you shouldn’t be on this mission,” she said coldly, turning on her heel and walking out before he could respond.

The days that followed were a blur of strained silences and avoidance. Y/N moved into her old room, leaving the shared space she and Bucky had called home. They barely spoke, each word clipped and professional, the warmth and ease between them replaced by an unbearable tension.

When the morning of the mission arrived, the atmosphere was no better. In the hangar, Y/N strapped on her gear without sparing Bucky a glance. Steve noticed but didn’t comment, though Sam raised an eyebrow, clearly aware something was wrong.

“Let’s stay focused, team,” Steve said as they boarded the jet. “We’re in and out. No risks, no unnecessary heroics.”

Y/N felt Bucky’s eyes on her as she took her seat across from him, but she refused to look his way. If he wanted to act like she was a liability, fine. She’d prove him wrong.

The Hydra base loomed in the distance, a stark fortress hidden among the trees. The team split up as planned—Y/N and Steve circling to the north for reconnaissance while Bucky and Sam took the southern route.

Y/N moved through the forest with practiced ease, her eyes scanning the surroundings. Steve kept pace beside her, his shield at the ready. “You and Bucky okay?” he asked quietly.

“Fine,” she lied, not breaking stride.

Steve didn’t push, but his concerned glance didn’t go unnoticed. They reached the perimeter of the base without incident, using the cover of the trees to scope out the guards and cameras. But as they moved to reposition, something went wrong. A burst of static in her comms was the only warning before the Hydra agents appeared, cutting her off from Steve.

“Y/N?” Steve’s voice crackled in her ear. “Where are you?”

“Separated,” she replied, ducking behind a tree as gunfire erupted. “I’ll find another route back to you.”

“Be careful,” Steve said, his voice tight.

She didn’t have time to respond before the first agent lunged at her. The fight was brutal and chaotic, her training keeping her alive as she took down one opponent after another. But the odds were against her, and it wasn’t long before a blow to her side sent her crashing to the ground.

Her comms activated as she gasped for breath. “Steve,” she panted, her voice weak. “I’m—”

“Y/N?” Bucky’s voice cut in, sharp with panic. “What’s happening?”

She struggled to sit up, blood staining her side. “I’m fine,” she lied, her vision swimming. “Just—just a scratch.”

“Sam, get to her now!” Steve barked over the comms.

“On it,” Sam replied, his voice steady even as Bucky’s broke through again, desperate. “Y/N, talk to me. Where are you?”

Her strength was fading fast. “North quadrant,” she managed before the world blurred around her.

When Bucky arrived back at the base, his heart was racing. He didn’t stop to change out of his blood-stained gear, sprinting through the halls until he found the medical bay.

There she was, lying pale and still on the hospital bed, tubes and wires attached to her. The sight stole the breath from his lungs, his knees nearly buckling beneath him.

Her lips were dry and cracked, the faint rise and fall of her chest the only indication that she was still alive. An oxygen mask covered her face, the soft hiss of the machine a cruel reminder of her fragility. IV drips hung beside her bed, delivering what her battered body needed to heal, while monitors beeped steadily, the sound both a relief and a torment.

Bucky’s gaze flicked to her hands—one of them bruised, with faint scratches along the knuckles from where she had fought. His heart clenched at the sight. She had fought so hard, just as she always did, even when the odds weren’t in her favor. The thought made his throat tighten.

She shouldn’t have had to.

His metal hand twitched at his side, a heavy weight he hadn’t noticed until now. The memory of her voice, strained and trembling over the comms, echoed in his mind like a haunting melody. He had failed her. The one person he swore he’d protect, and she lay here now, a broken reminder of his fears brought to life.

Bucky reached out hesitantly, his flesh fingers brushing against hers. Her hand was cold, too cold, and the sensation sent a shiver through him. His jaw clenched as he sank heavily into the chair beside the bed, his body curling forward as if the force of his guilt had physically struck him. He wanted to say something, to beg her to wake up, to scream his apologies into the void—but the lump in his throat made it impossible.

“Y/N,” he whispered, collapsing into the chair beside her. He took her hand in his, the warmth of her skin grounding him even as tears streamed down his face. “I’m so sorry,” he choked out. “This is my fault. I should’ve—God, I should’ve been there.”

He stayed by her side, his head resting on the edge of the bed as exhaustion and grief overwhelmed him.

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The sterile hum of the medical bay was the first thing Y/N registered as she began to wake. The faint beeping of monitors nearby filled the silence, a rhythm that synced uncomfortably with the dull ache radiating through her chest and side. She blinked, her vision blurry at first before the room sharpened into focus.

Her gaze fell downward to find a familiar head resting on the edge of the bed. Bucky’s long hair was disheveled, strands falling over his face as he slept, one hand still clutching hers like a lifeline. The faint trails of dried tears on his cheeks broke her heart in an instant.

Her other hand moved instinctively, trembling as she reached out and gently brushed her fingers through his hair. The soft, repetitive motion caused him to stir, his head lifting abruptly, and his stormy blue eyes locking onto hers in an instant. The emotions that flickered through them—shock, relief, guilt—were overwhelming.

“Y/N,” he breathed, his voice cracking. “You’re awake.”

Her lips quirked faintly despite the heaviness in her chest. “Yeah,” she murmured, her voice hoarse. “Still here.”

Bucky let out a broken sound, halfway between a laugh and a sob, as he reached for her face, his calloused fingers trembling as they brushed her cheek. “God, I thought I lost you. I—” He cut himself off, his voice faltering as tears filled his eyes again.

“Hey,” Y/N whispered, her brows knitting together as she weakly squeezed his hand. “I’m okay, Buck. I’m right here.”

He shook his head, his jaw tightening as he tried to steady himself. “No, it’s not okay. None of this is okay.” his gaze dropped to their joined hands, his metal one gently cradling hers. “I should’ve been there. I should’ve fought harder to keep you safe, should’ve—”

“You fought harder to push me away,” she interrupted softly, the weight of their earlier argument still hanging between them. “I don’t need you to save me, Bucky. I just need you to trust me—to believe in me.”

“I do,” he whispered fiercely, his voice breaking. “I do trust you. I just… I’m so afraid of losing you, Y/N. And when I’m afraid, I do stupid things. I push you away, say things I don’t mean—” His breath hitched, and he closed his eyes tightly, tears slipping free. “But when I heard you on that comm, hurt and fighting for your life, and I wasn’t there…”

Y/N squeezed his hand again, her heart aching as she watched him crumble in front of her. “Bucky,” she said gently, and when his eyes opened, they were shimmering with unspoken pain. “Come here.”

He hesitated, like he wasn’t sure he deserved it, but the moment she reached for him, he broke. In a single motion, he climbed carefully onto the bed, mindful of the wires and bandages, and wrapped his arms around her as gently as he could. His metal arm slid beneath her shoulders while his flesh hand cupped the back of her head, pulling her close to his chest as though afraid she’d disappear if he let go.

“I’m so sorry,” he murmured into her hair, his voice thick with emotion. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. For everything I said, for everything I didn’t say. For not being there when you needed me.”

Her own tears welled up, but she kept her voice steady as she whispered against him, “I need you to stop blaming yourself. None of this was your fault, Buck. And I know you love me—you wouldn’t act this way if you didn’t. But you can’t keep trying to protect me from everything.”

He pulled back just enough to meet her gaze, his hands trembling as they cupped her face. “I know,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “I know I can’t. But I don’t know how to stop being terrified of losing you. You’re my whole world, Y/N. If something happened to you—” His voice cracked again, and he pressed his forehead to hers, his tears spilling onto her cheeks. “I can’t lose you. I can’t.”

Her heart clenched, her hands lifting to cup his face as she wiped his tears with her thumbs. “I’m not going anywhere,” she promised softly. “We’re a team, Bucky. And I need you to let me fight beside you, not behind you.”

He nodded shakily, his forehead still pressed to hers. “I’ll try,” he murmured. “I’ll try to do better. Just… please don’t leave me, doll.”

“Never,” she whispered back. “I couldn’t even imagine it.”

For a moment, they stayed like that, holding each other as the weight of the past few days began to lift. When Bucky finally shifted, he pressed a soft kiss to her temple before settling beside her, his arms still wrapped protectively around her.

“You need to rest,” he murmured, his voice still raw but steadier now. “You’re not getting rid of me, though. I’m staying right here.”

Y/N smiled faintly, her head resting against his chest. “Good,” she whispered. “I don’t want you anywhere else.”

As her breathing evened out and she drifted back into sleep, Bucky tightened his hold on her, his lips brushing against her hair. “I’ll never let you go,” he murmured.

“Not ever again.”

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There Is No Coming Back From This - Chapter 7

Characters: Stark!Reader, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes Summary: "It's her time, Tony. And I hate that as much as you do, but there's some things you can't fix. There is no coming back from this."

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"Are we going to talk about what happened back there?" 

Steve shakes his head, staring out the train window as the rural scenery blurs past him. "No." 

Bucky watches Steve for a long moment, debating on what to say to get through to him.

That was the thing about Steve Rogers. He was so many things all at once. A hero. A protector. A leader. A soldier.

And everything he did, he did with such an intensity and ferocity that there was no swaying the man. It didn't matter that half the time his head and heart were at war with each other. He'd sooner tear himself into pieces than allow himself to be anything less than everything all at once.

"That was serious, Steve." 

"What part of it?" 

"All of it." Bucky couldn't stop picturing Steve like he was on that rooftop. That darkness in his eyes. The hate blooming in his heart. He almost killed a man out of pure hate and unbridled rage. Bucky and Steve had both seen death firsthand, and yet, Bucky had never once seen Steve react quite like that. And while part of it was simply that you were a kid, Bucky would be blind not to see that there was far more to it. It was a glimpse into the life that Steve lived without Bucky. A glimpse of the new family Steve found himself. "You stopped pulling your punches. You almost dropped that guy from the roof. That's not you. And that's not to mention, the self induced heart attack." 

"I haven't felt my heart sink like that since..." Steve's words trail off as he slips back into the memory of that fateful day all those decades ago. 

"Since what?" 

Steve's eyes meet Bucky's for the first time since they boarded the train. They both know the answer to that question. Still, Steve quietly answers, "Since I watched you fall from the train." 

It shouldn't feel like as much of a gut punch as it does. Not after all these decades. But it does. It knocks the wind out of him, "Oh." 

Steve gulps, settling back into his seat. He looks around the empty car for something else to rest his eyes on. He always wondered if the guilt of that fateful day would ever fade, but at this point, seventy years later, he's not sure that it ever will. "Yeah..." 

Bucky doesn't really know what to say to break the palpable tension dwelling in the train car. You weren't even awake to interject with a sarcastic comment or verbal jab.

He knew it was bad when he sort of hoped you'd wake just to give them something else to focus on. The sounds of the train engine rumbling somewhere in the distance is the only thing filling the prolonged, tense silence.

And for the first time in their very long lives, neither super soldier knows quite what to say to the other. 

Bucky crosses his arms over his chest, "You're really attached to this kid." 

It was just another layer of issues between them. Yet another disagreement between the duo. After decades apart, Bucky wasn't quite sure what to expect, but it certainly wasn't this. This Steve was different. Complicated. Still the boy from Brooklyn, and yet so different. These days, they were just as likely to disagree as they were to agree.

You were yet another thing they couldn't find common ground on. Steve's jaw tenses, tenderly watching over you as you sleep off the adrenaline crash from earlier. "I don't expect you to understand." 

Those words hurt Bucky more than Steve could ever know, hitting him like a punch to the lungs. He was right though, Bucky couldn't, didn't, understand. He couldn't understand how Steve had moved on without him. 

"You said she was your niece. You meant that. I know you did." 

"I did. I do." Steve crosses his arms over his chest, shaking his head, "Tony... He's complicated, sure, but for a while, we were all a family. The team - we were a family. We all watched her grow up. And Tony - he - he's my friend."

"Not anymore, Steve," Bucky bitterly reminds him.  

"He's the one that arranged for me to go back," Steve admits, his voice just above a whisper. 

Bucky bristles at the new information, "What?"

Steve lets out a shaky sigh, "In spite of everything I did, he let me come back to say goodbye." 

Bucky could hardly believe the word's leaving Steve's mouth. And yet, they were so quintessentially Steve Rogers. He was more worried about what he did to Tony Stark than the fact that Tony Stark was single handedly responsible for sending them both on the run. Instead, Steve sat before him grateful that Tony Stark allowed him to say a final goodbye, as though it undid all the malice and destruction. 

His hands clench into fists, frustration coursing through Bucky's veins, "You didn't tell me that."

"I knew what you would say." Bucky can't help but notice that there isn't an ounce of remorse in Steve's voice. "That it was a bad idea. That I shouldn't go."

"Or I would've told you he was trying to set you up."

"No," Steve softly disagrees. "He knew. He knew I would've regretted it for the rest of my life if I hadn't gone. I wouldn't have been able to live with myself."

"He was never going to let her die. He was always going to do whatever it took."  

"If he hadn't... if he hadn't used the serum, she wouldn't be here right now." Steve stares down at his hand, replaying those few days at the Compound. Tony Stark was many things, but a wallower wasn't one of them. And yet, for days, he watched Tony wallow. He watched as the sleep deprived, heartbroken man wracked his brain to figure out how to save you. The sight of the hollow eyed, ghostly looking man would forever be burned into Steve's memory. "It was an act of desperation, Buck. A desperate man doing a desperate thing." 

"You're not seriously defending what he did." 

Steve shakes his head, his eyebrows furrowing, "No, I just - I know what was on the line for him."

"He's not the only person who's lost somebody."

The muscle in Steve's jaw ticks, "Say what you want about the man, but he's a damn good father. He loves that kid with everything he is. You didn't see what we saw."

Bucky bites back a scoff, "And what is that?"

Steve's eyes flash over to Bucky, and for the quickest of moments, Bucky sees the lingering grief of what almost was consume Steve's normal hopeful demeanor. And though he would never admit it, Bucky's heart breaks a little when he sees Steve gaze float back over to you as you remain blissfully unaware.

It's wrong, he knows. It's wrong to be jealous of a child. It's wrong to want to be the only family Steve has, to be the most important person in Steve's life once more. It's all wrong. He can't fault you for that. He can't fault you for being apart of Steve's family, for becoming the family Steve desperately needed when Bucky wasn't there. And when he digs deep enough, he knows he truly can't blame Tony for how far he went. Not if it left Tony in even a fraction of the pain it left Steve in.

"A broken man about to lose the only thing that ever really, truly mattered to him." Steve lets out a shaky exhale, his words soft and low, raw with emotion, "I don't think he would've survived it." 

And still, Bucky's words come out just as barbed and jaded as before, "So the ends justify the means?" 

"Of course not," Steve grits out, his voice hardening as he speaks to Bucky. Another unacknowledged jab at their lost kinship. "But the man was literally trying to cure cancer to save his daughter. I don't have to agree, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't understand."

"I think that's the most selfish thing I've ever heard you say." 

Steve takes a deep breath, nodding slightly, "I know."

"Being super soldiers cost us everything and more," Bucky reminds him.

"I know."

"She was damned the moment he put that serum in her veins." The words are bitter. Bucky knows it was a petty, vile thing to say. He knows he didn't even really need to say it. Everyone in that train car knew it. It hung in the air as a cold reminder that nothing would ever be the same. 

"I know!" Steve snaps. The two of them watch as you twitch from your deep sleep, waiting for a long silent moment until your breathing evens once more. Steve grabs his sweater from beside him, lying it over your huddled body. He watches you for a long moment, recalling the night Tony did the unthinkable. After all, isn't that what he told him? There was no coming back from it. With one, desperate, impulsive act, Tony Stark had given and taken your life. "But she had no say in how far he was willing to go. She didn't choose this." 

"This doesn't end well, Steve. Not for all three of us. Not like this." 

"I know," he softly exhales. 

"This doesn't get easier, Steve. We both know that." 

Bucky isn't sure what it is that shines bright in Steve's eyes, desperation or delusion, "We need a plan. That's all. A plan. We'll be fine. It'll be fine." 

"Who are you trying to convince?" 

Steve doesn't answer the question. He knows he doesn't really need to. He may not have been able to save Bucky, but he knows, deep down, he can still save you. He whispers, his voice soft with desperation, "We just need a plan." 

"One hell of a plan." Bucky stares down Steve for a long moment. He hasn't seen a determination this fierce in Steve's expression since the Accords. In that moment, Bucky knows that there's no way in hell Steve is leaving you behind.  And while Steve may have built a family in those years without Bucky, Steve was still the only family Bucky had left. So in spite of all the layers of complexity and distance between the two of them, he chooses the only family he's ever known. There's no way in hell he's leaving behind Steve. He takes a deep breath, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment. He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "So where do we start?" 

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Marvel: Let Us Teach You - Chapter Eight

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Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader x Steve Rogers

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"Okay daddy, I trust you" I say. "What will you show me?"

"We'll start with something small, is that okay doll?" I nod to him, wanting him to know I said yes. Steve smiles at me, taking a deep breath, he swallows hard before speaking again.

"Lie back on the bed doll"

(Bucky and Steve have a daughter, and they teach her about sex)

Rating: Explicit

Words: 3,147

P.s... This fic is not for everyone, it has incest. That is not a thing everyone likes reading, so if you don't like reading stuff like that, this isn't the fic for you. I'm no condoning any of this, this isn't real life, this is fanfiction :)

"Is everything okay?" I asked, a little worried. I wait for Steve to put the phone down and he frowns, putting his hand onto my cheek, holding me slightly. 

"I've got a mission love" He speaks, I see why they were both frowning now. "It shouldn't hopefully take too long, I should be home tonight"

"Okay daddy" I smiled sweetly. Steve reached over pressing a kiss to my lips, and then to Bucky's and then he leaves. I feel a little sad, but I look at Bucky with an idea. 

"We could always go on a ice cream date?" I suggest, Bucky looks at me with a wide smile. "An ice cream date huh? Sounds like fun, sure doll"

"I'll go get dressed" I beam, running off to my rom, I dressed in a cute yellow summer dress that ended  just above my knees. I left my room to see Bucky was ready to leave too. 

"You look real cute doll" He smiles. 

"Thank you daddy" I grin, leaning up to kiss his cheek. 

"You're very welcome doll, you ready to go?"

I slipped my shoes on and nodded, following him out of the house, we walked to his car, and began driving. I wasn't sure which ice cream place he was taking me to, but we had drove for a lot longer than I expected too. The car ride was quiet, but it was comfortable, the radio played softly in the background, Bucky focused on driving, glancing over to me every now and again. Once we reached our destination, Bucky killed the ignition and looked over at me.

"We're here doll"

We got out of the car and walked over to the closest ice cream place, I ordered mine and Bucky ordered his and we went and sat at a booth. Bucky paid for the ice creams, and we both started eating our ice creams. I giggled happily as I stuffed my face full. 

"This is great" 

"Yeah it is, isn't doll?"

"How come we drove extra far to come here?" I asked. 

Bucky smiled at me, chuckling a little "Actually doll, we're not just here for ice creams, I have something else I need to do" 

"What's that daddy?"

"You'll have to wait and see dollface" 

"Okay" I say excitedly. I carried on eating my ice cream. Bucky smiled at me again, he hand moving to rest on my thigh. We both ate the rest of our ice creams, I wanted nothing more than to reach over and kiss him, but I knew I couldn't. 

"You alright doll?"

"Yes daddy, just wish I could kiss you" I admit. 

"I know doll, but we can't right now, we're in public"

"I know, later though"

We left the booth and walked back to the car. "Will you tell me where we're going?" I ask. 

"No, it's a secret doll"

Daddy" I whined, as Bucky started the car, driving away from the ice cream place. Bucky placed his hand on my thigh, holding me tight as he drove. 

"Patience sweet" I listened to him, staying quiet for the rest of the drive, his hand travelled up my thigh, stroking me as he drove. His hand traveling further up my thigh, under my dress. I could see him smirking as he fingers touched me through my underwear, pressing into me, probably causing a wet patch to appear. I moaned softly, holding tightly onto my chair. I closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling, when suddenly it was taken away, I looked up to see the car driving into a shopping centre car park. 

"Sorry doll, we'll save that for later" Bucky smirked at me, parking the car. I whined a little and got out the car following Bucky as he lead me through the shopping centre, it wasn't mega busy, but there was enough people for me to hold onto his metal arm. Not wanting to lose him in the crowd. 

"Wonder if daddy's okay" I mumble to him. 

"Don't worry doll, Steve will be fine, I'm sure of it" Bucky answered, his free hand moving to squeeze my hand. We walked a bit further into the shopping centre, I had never been to this one before so I was completely lost, following Bucky blindly. 

"Can you wait here for a minute doll?" He asks, walking us over to a bench. 

"Do I have too? I don't want to be alone" I pouted. 

"I promise, I'll be right back, just wait here sweetheart" 

I nodded, listening, I watched Bucky walk off, and I felt anxious, I wrapped my arms around myself and waited, hoping he wouldn't take long. I wished I had brought my phone with me so I could text Steve. 

"I'm back darling" I looked up seeing Bucky smiling that dazzling smile at me. I let out the breath I was holding and stood up rushing to his side again. I noticed he had a little black paper bag in his hands, I tried looking inside but he moved it away from me. 

"What's in there?" I asked. 

"If I tell you what it is doll, it'll ruin the surprise" He grinned. 

"Oh" I said sadly. 

"Don't pout dollface, you'll find out soon enough" 

"Okay daddy, but can I open it now?" I ask. 

"You're not being very good right now, are you?" He asks.

I mumbled a sorry, we reached the car climbing in, Bucky began to drive us home. The sky was starting to get a little darker, not much though, but it was nice driving home with the sky looking so pretty. Bucky's hand rested on my thigh again, his fingers drawing shapes into my skin. 

"Mmm feels so nice" I mutter. 

"I know doll, my touch always feels good to you, doesn't it?" He asks. 

"I love it daddy" I answered, I looked over seeing Bucky smirk at me. 

"Yeah doll, I know you love it... I can feel how much you love my touch" 

"How?"

Bucky chuckled, his hand moving up my thigh, I opened my legs slightly, letting him have more room to move. His fingers brushed against my wetness again. 

"I can feel your body react baby... I can feel your breathing become heavier, I can feel how wet you are" He spoke, his voice low and husky. His fingers rubbing me through my underwear. 

"You love me touching you, don't you?" He asks. I nod, whimpering. I tried moving my hips up, wanting to feel more of his fingers. 

"Stop moving doll, I need to concentrate on driving" He warns, but a smirk on his lips. 

"But you make me feel so good" I whimper, my hips not stopping. He moved his fingers away, putting both hands on the steering wheel. I frowned, but had a little idea, I looked up at Bucky, he wasn't looking at me, I smirked, moving my hand down to my underwear, pressing down at where it felt best. I tried copying what Bucky and Steve did to me, I moaned softly, and Bucky finally looked at me. 

"What do you think you're doing doll?"

"Making myself feel good daddy" I responded my voice low and slightly breathless. 

Bucky chuckled, but it sounded deeper than usual, his hand moved over taking my wrist and pulling me away, I pouted and tried to move it back but he was a lot stronger than me. 

"Don't you dare take your own pleasure doll, I will make you feel good when we get home" 

"But daddy please" I whined, tears pricking my eyes. 

I saw a little smirk show up on Bucky's face. "No doll, don't touch yourself, just wait till we get come and I'll take care of you" 

Frowning I listened, leaving my hands by my side as Bucky continued to drive, we weren't far from home, but we were far enough that the ache between my legs became desperate, when we pulled into our drive I looked up hoping to see Steve's car, I missed him and he'd make me feel good. Bucky held my hand as we walked into the house, his other hand holding that little black bag, I wanted so bad to look inside of. I flopped on the couch and snuggled into the blanket we had laid out. 

"Comfy doll?"

"Can I look in the bag now?" I ask, ignoring his question. 

"No doll, I want daddy to be here too when I give it to you" He explains, I nod, understanding, but the mention of Steve made my heart hurt even more. 

"Can we have dinner and go to bed early?" I ask, remembering that Steve had said he'd probably be home by the time I was in bed. Bucky smiled softly at me and nodded, he reached down to kiss the top of my head and then he left for the kitchen. After a few minutes I had decided to go watch him cook, I wandered into the kitchen and hopped onto the kitchen counter. 

"Keepin' me company doll?"

I nodded watching him, he was making pasta so the flour and eggs were covering the counter. 

"You look so cute sitting up there doll"

"Thank you" I grin. He began stretching the pasta into shapes, nothing fancy just a spaghetti shape. I didn't mind this, it was my favourite. 

"I miss daddy" I say frowning. 

"I know doll, I miss him too, but you've got me here with you" He smiled softly, reaching over to press a little kiss to my lips. 

Once dinner was done Bucky took the two plates and led us to the living room, Steve hated it when we ate on the couch, so naturally when he wasn't here Bucky and I ate on the couch. We snuggled up together and ate our food, enjoying one another's company. 

"Don't let daddy know okay pumpkin?" 

"Our secret daddy" I smirked. 

Once dinner was eaten Bucky carried me to his room, I stripped my clothes and crawled under the duvet, Bucky smirked and copied me, crawling in close by me. 

"Daddy, will you play with me?" I ask innocently, my body aching from earlier. 

"Of course I will doll, come here" He smirked, his arm wrapping around me pulling me as close as possible. I moved forward with him, pressing my lips to his, my naked body pressed against his. Feeling confidant, I moved from his lips and kissed along his jaw and down his neck. I heard Bucky groan when his phone suddenly started ringing. 

"Keep going baby" He whispered to me and answered the phone, I quietly kissing his neck, copying what I had been showing, nipping his skin lightly as he spoke on the phone. 

"Steve really? I've got her naked in bed, she's so perfect, she's kissing my neck right now and you wanna take that away from me?" Bucky groaned, I stopped kissing him at the sound of Steve's name.

"Hi daddy!" 

I didn't hear him respond, Bucky and him carried on talking, like Bucky was trying to get out of something. He ended the phone call and frowned looking at me. 

"Baby, looks like you're going to have to spend the night at the compound, daddy needs me on his mission" Bucky explained. 

"But he said he'd be back by tonight" I whimpered. 

"I know...But sometimes missions end up taking longer than any of us intended" 

"Do we really have to leave now?" I ask, nuzzling my nose against his neck again, he groaned and sighed heavily. 

"Babydoll, god, I wanna say no, but daddy needs me" He explained. I start to crawl away from the bed, but Bucky pulls me back against him. 

"I'm sorry that we need to leave, I know you wanted to feel good"

"Daddy, I understand you're trying to make me feel better but your hard thingy is poking me" I giggle, feeling him hard pressed against my leg. 

"I'm sorry doll... you just look so cute and pretty that my body can't help but react that way when you're so close to it..."

"That's okay daddy" I said rubbing myself on it a little, I didn't realise I'd get such a reaction from Bucky, he moaned softly and started rutting against my leg. 

"Careful doll, don't tease daddy" 

"I'm sorry! I'll go pack now!" I say leaning forward to kiss his lips, before getting off the bed to pack some things for myself. I grabbed a bag filling it with a few days worth of clothes, my laptop and charger and a few books to keep myself busy. When i was done, dressed comfortably too, Bucky was waiting for me with a sad smile on his lips. 

"Finished packing doll?" He asked. 

"Yes daddy" I say, reaching for the front door. 

"Doll wait" He spoke, pulling me by my waist, pressing his lips to mine, I moaned softly and kissed him back, feeling dizzy at the act. Once done with the kissing, we left the house, and drove to the Avengers Compound. Vision was waiting by the entrance, I smiled seeing him, I liked Vision, he was weird and nice. 

"Vision will show you in doll, I've gotta go, I love you" Bucky spoke, kissing the top of my head and rushing off. I frowned, but walked to Vision, he gave me a short hug and led me into the building. He showed me my room, and I said I'd like to go to bed right away. 

"Okay then, good night.." He spoke leaving me. Once alone, I dressed in my pyjamas, which was a shirt of Steve's and nothing else, when settled in bed, I opened the group chat Steve, Bucky and I had, and sent them a picture of me in bed. 

Bucky: You look so cute, all tucked in and cosy

I smiled at the quick reply, I pulled down my shirt, showing a large amount of my chest and send them another picture. I texted them 'Miss you' 

Steve: We miss you two baby

When Steve messaged I felt extra sad, I hadn't seen him in ages, so I decided to call him, hoping he wasn't busy. He answered near enough straight away, I smiled happily. 

"Hi daddy!"

"Doll...Hey" He responded. 

I moved my fingers down to touch my wet folds. 

"Is daddy there yet?" I ask, my voice sounding breathless. 

"He just got here baby" 

Smirking to myself I said "Ask him what I was doing in the car earlier, tell him I'm doing it now" I moved my fingers lower teasing my hole, trying not to make any moaning sounds. I heard Steve ask Bucky, and then Bucky telling Steve.

"He told me what you're doing baby, but can you tell me?" Steve's voice was deep and husky when he asked. 

"Can't say it out loud daddy, what if someone hears" I giggle naughtily, my fingers moving faster, spreading the wetness all over. 

"Brat" I heard Bucky's voice. 

"It's so wet daddy" I whisper, I heard Steve choke a little, he chuckled to try and cover his cough. 

"Damn baby"

"Daddy said he would play with me tonight, but he didn't, ask him if I can make myself come please" I whimpered to Steve, hoping he'd ask Bucky. 

"Damn doll, you are such a tease" Steve spoke, but I heard him ask Bucky. They didn't speak for a few minutes, I heard movements hoping they were alone now. 

"Baby girl, tell us exactly what you're doing" Steve spoke, his voice sterner than usual. 

"But what if someone hears my voice daddy?" I ask, stopping my movements. 

"It's just us here baby, just your daddies, tell us" Bucky spoke. I giggled knowing I was definitely on speaker now. I moved my fingers again, slowly up and down, tracing around my hole. 

"It doesn't feel as good as your fingers" I whine, spreading my folds.

"Keep going baby, listen to what we tell you" Steve spoke, his breath heavy. "Describe what you're feeling"

"I feel like... I want you both here, I want your fingers" I whimpered. 

"We want that too doll, so much" Bucky groaned. 

"Tell me what to do daddy" I begged. 

"Keep moving your fingers, not too fast, move them up and down and press one into that little hole of yours" Steve instructed me. I listened doing exactly what he told me to do, I pressed a finger inside, not going in deep, only my fingertip, I pulled it out and pressed it inside again, moaning louder than I probably should of. 

"How does that feel doll?" Bucky asks. 

"Really good" I pant, not stopping my fingers, I press another finger inside, enjoying the stretch. 

"Does it feel as good as us baby?" Steve asks, I could hear them both panting, I knew they were probably touching themselves, or each other. 

"No, nothing feels as good at you daddy" 

"We wish we were with you" Bucky groaned. 

"Me too" I whimpered. 

"Damn baby, you sound so good"

Smirking having an idea, I opened my camera and filmed myself, filmed my fingers dragging the wetness from my hole up, and then back down, pushing two fingers inside of me, I sent them the video and waited for a second. 

"What do you think?" I ask. 

I hear them both curse "Jesus, you're so naughty doll"

"Nooo" I whined "I'm a good girl"

I could hear them both chuckle at my response "You're a good girl baby, but you're such a tease"

"Is that a good thing?" I ask, my voice sounding higher than usual as I felt the familiar bubble in my tummy. 

"Yeah baby it's good"

"Nearly there" I whimpered my fingers moving quickly, my movements becoming more erratic. 

"Damn doll...You getting close baby?"

"Yes daddy" I moaned "Can I come please?"

"Come for us baby, come" Steve's voice sounded as needy as I felt. I moaned loudly, letting the feeling wash over my body, my legs shaking and my head going fuzzy for a few seconds. I forgot I was on the phone for a second, only coming back when I heard their voices. 

"You did so good doll"

I whimpered suddenly feeling alone, no one was touching me, no snuggling afterwards? 

"Oh doll, we miss you, we're aching to hold you"

"I miss you" I whimper, a tear slipping from my eye. "This bed feels so lonely"

"Damn doll... we're aching to be there with you... don't worry... we'll be with you again soon..."

"I'm so sleepy daddy" I say quietly. 

"Then go to sleep doll... we wish we were there so we could hold you... but just go to sleep doll... we'll see you soon..."

"Night night love you" I whispered, they didn't hang up, nor did I, so I fell asleep to their voices, it made me feel a little better, less alone. 

[biteofcherry]

Happy Wetnessday 💦

I hope you're doing well.

This Wetnessday you're a professor in professor Rogers universe. Since he is already taken (sorry) you fall into a romance with another professor.

Who is he? What does he teach? How did you meet? How is your dynamic? Does he make you forget about Professor Rogers?

xoxo Wetnessday anon 💦

Hi Wetnessday Anon! 🩷

Now that was cruel. Not because you took away Steve, I would be only pouty about that. But you said I'm in professor Rogers' universe AND THEN took him away! That's like hanging a delicious, stuffed chocolate bar in front of me and then taking it away 😤

But fiiine, fiiiine, I will find myself another hot professor to erase the pout from my face.

I could go for the welcoming, flirty and approachable professor Ari. He's so hot and such a sunshine, it's so easy to be around him and with him 🥹🫠 I really should go for him.

But there's something wrong with me today, because I crave mean professor Andy 😳🫣 I blame it on all the evil pixies drowning me in awful Andy content last year. Professor Andy isn't a crazy psycho, but he is very mean and degrading in the hottest way.

He is admired and described as a hardass, but a fair one. He can be a bit moody, but students forgive him the more demanding lectures, because he also carries passionate and fun ones.

Andy is a law professor and as such you shouldn't have a lot of common with him when you start working at the university, since you teach a different faculty. You'd probably only meet in passing and spend some time at the official parties.

However, he's the one the dean introduces you to first, simply because you bumped into him on your tour after signing the contract.

Andy wasn't in a welcoming mood at all, but he still offered a smile and a warm if short greeting. Though his face shifted into cloudy annoyance when the dean got a phone call and without previous agreement he sort of dumped you onto Andy to show you around.

And he's not happy about it.

No, he's not in rush, but he's not much interested in playing a babysitter for the Ice Queen. And he says as much, readjusting his cufflinks.

Your spine hardens into steel at the mention of the nickname you've been given by colleagues in the past.

Because you don't enjoy getting wasted after the conferences, because you refused quite a few flings, because you focus on keeping to yourself and allegedly reported a romance at your past job (you didn't, but that fucker Ransom still thinks it's because of you that he had to break it off with the student; he's the one who gave you the nickname and a snide remark that you were jealous of him not wanting to touch your frigid ass).

"I may be the Ice Queen, but you're an asshole." You tilt your chin and give him a freezing look.

"Someone should play with your asshole to loosen you up."

There should be retort at the tip of your tongue. You're already forming it. But for a second your brain stumbles in attaching the right wires into right spots, instead igniting with the image of Andy's velvety voice cooing at you as his fingers scissor that tight hole.

"Ah!" A dark spark ignites in his blue eyes at your pause.

"Is that it, Ice Queen?" He takes a step into your personal space and you make the mistake of taking a step back. Which he follows, backing you against the wall as he taunts:

"Do you need to be used thoroughly like a needy slut, so that your brilliant, calculating brain switches off and you melt into a puddle?"

"Stop it." You huff, trying to glare at him. But you can't hide the shortening of your breath as Andy presses even closer.

"No, I don't think I will." He chuckles and it's a scarily seductive sound that heats your blood. "And I think you will love it when I keep pushing... and ruining... and filling your holes."

[laubhaufen97]

One Piece brainrot is real. Always has been but recently it's been at an all time high. I got so annoyed with (mostly) mild spoilers for 1138 that I checked out other pages for scans and I got lucky. I just need to get my thoughts out without spoilering my sister so here are my ramblings, somewhat sorted:

Luffy's adoration of Shanks/the ongoing mentioning of it still worries me. He said Shanks wouldn't do something so senseless in response to the attacked giants and I really hope that the senseless is the key aspect here and not a romaticised image Luffy has that Shanks wouldn't absolutely demolish someone. He did see the Red hairs do that as a child so I have a bit of hope. The giants that got attacked don't seem to known Shanks very well, Luffy calls him by his name but they keep referring to him as the Red Hair, same as Zorro. Nice touch of Luffy remembering Namis story considering though he took a walk when Nojiko told it...even if he got Belle Meres name wrong. She either told him or the others did. But this has happened a few times in recent chapters. Luffy remembering Robins story (I'm fairly certain Robin didn't shout her past over the abyss in Enis Lobby so she must have told them afterwards)

Also: Shanks went to the Holy Land? Doflamingo and Corazon weren't allowed back even though their parents took them to the surface but apparently going missing as a baby and growing up a pirate doesn't count as abandoning divine status? I really need more insight to his time there and how he got there and back and found out about his heritage in the first place. It was probably after Rogers execution right?

Shamrock defends his place in my head as the biggest snob ever seen. 'Not even getting his hands dirty' to finish of Loki is a cheap move in his part. As well as going after the children. But considering he used the Buddhist version of hell for the surface it shouldn't be too surprising. That's one way to keep his true power a mystery. Gunko seemed to try to talk him out of it too? Shamrock calling the surface an underworld reminded me a bit of Elbafs sections. The lowest part is an underworld as well, the upper part is seen as divine. Elbafs sections are reminiscent of Norse mythology so I didn't think much of it but it kind of resembles the world governments order. The Holy Land, the place of the gods is all the way up, even the sky islands fit into this with Skypias ruler being called god. Below is the common realm. Would that be the surface? It wouldn't fit Shamrocks definition but eh he seems hateful. The underworld would lay below it then. So the bottom of the sea? First place that came to mind was Impel Down with it's own levels, it was literally called hell but another place at the bottom of the ocean right below the Holy Land is Fishman Island with it's inhabitants being seen as less than human. Just a spontaneous thought, nothing polished here. Also Loki kind of went againts his own words when he got stabbed. He told his wolf friend that a warrior doesn't kick and scream in the face of death yet that' what he did. Granted, everyone was gone so maybe he didn't care but even in 1137 he made excuses for why he was getting beaten up (which again fair, he couldn't move mor than his head). Did he yell after the Holy Knights because he couldn't avenge his animal companions?

Robin reading the Harley text got my attention as well. Two chapters earlier it was said they were written in an archaic language which led to the numerous interpretations. Is Robin reading a translation or the original? If she can translate the original on the fly like that she might end the confusion about Nikas true nature(s). Franky thinkin of Robin the moment he learned about the scribbles was adorable. The Giants not having record of fighting alongside other races was a bit weird to me as the drawings clearly seem to imply that exact thing. Giants get old, such a thing shouldn't be forgotten as easily in three generations.

The mural. Oh my the mural. I'm not one for theories, more like hunches but this chapter got me good. In the first world the sun god appeared due to the slaves wishes so that would explain the role of the liberator. The god of the earth as and the serpent confused me, I'm open to suggestions. It kind of makes me think of Skypia again, or rather Jaya as it was before half of it was yeeted skywards. They called upon the gods mentioned in the Harley and wanted to sacrifice Mousse to the snake god (roughly translating from my german version, I hope the names match). It might have been inspired by this? Eloping the world in Darkness sounds mighty familiar too. I can't recall if it was explicitly said in he manga or outside of it but Blackbeard has been said to go for an age of darkness.

The mural itself though. I guess it can be divides in three parts? With the tree being the middle part? There's so much to spot I don't even know if some of the details are meant to be important.

The bottom right seems very factory-ish, there's even emissions, very technical and very dark shaded. The right creature could be the serpent of hell? Right above it should be the moon, it seems to have craters. And towards the moon flies a ship that looks like the Arche Maxim that Enel build, it even has lightning coming from it. I'm really curious what the figures are transporting though, next to the moon it looks like a star and it's the same shape throughout the mural so I'm just going for star shaped things. Left to it: the Noah from Fishman island. Complete with an angel and two of each kind in line like in the Bible and it seems to go upwards. 'Humanity succumbed to desire and touched the forbidden sun' does sound very forbidden fruit like. And right on top of the Noah is a crowned shape that is shaded darker than all the other figures. The contrast seems to be a bit too deliberate to be coincidence, it's the same shade as the monsters and the factory, nothing else on the right side has that shade.

I'm guessing the god of the forest is the dragon on top of the tree, it would fit the forest theme. It does breath fire towards the serpent, the serpent breathes back thouhg so does the serpent represent emptiness? The tree itself is probably the tree on Elbaf. Again: Norse mythology influences. The text makes a distinction bestween the half moon people and the moon people. Curious for that to clear up. And the demons? I can already hear the theories about the D meaning demon, it's not a new thought within the fandom. If the tree IS the tree on Elbaf it might have to do with the island directly though. I have seen theories about Kaido having a giant lineage due to his horns, a lot of people went the oni route before that though. 'The god of the sea became enraged' why is my first connotation the seas hatred for devil fruit users? Could also be the rising sea, it HAS swallowed entire countries in the past. 'Humanity killed the sun and ascended to divinity' sounds mad as hell. Celestial dragons? The see themselves as gods and have been trying to prevent Nikas awakening.

The third world seems to be either the present or the future. So either in the void century or the current present. If it is the void century the second world could only showcase the formation of the world nobles as a parallel society to the ancient kingdom. If it is the current times the children would have been able to see into the future which would be wild. It has happened and there seems to be a plan. 'They hear the voice of the fragmented moon' makes me think of the voice of all things. Nika guiding the world to it's end does fit the description of him a a destroyer, him doing it laughing and dancing fits the laughter role. I guess Robin can't clear this up that easily after all. It also fits Luffy. Laughing and dancing as the world slowly sinks into the ocean towards it's end, a stark contrast to the beginning of the first world in fire which fits the entire mural being framed by it. 'The sun will return and a new dawn will come' again could be Luffy as the new sun or maybe the next user of the fruit? It is one of only two parts that clearly references the future. The other being 'they will surely meet again' a direct opposition from the ending of the first two worlds where it's 'they could never meet again'. The mural is so stockful of references. Top to bottom from the tree to the demon we have a mink(?), Emmet, what looks like a sandship like in Alabaster that carries the same symbol on it's sails as Nikas shield, one lonely star shape from the left half right under it, a ship full of samurai, two more ships that I can't categorise, a giant whale with people on it (Laboon? The stripes make it look a bit like the Moby Dick) with rain from above, the only instance of rain in the entire mural, a big big giant that is shaded slightly darker than the rest, a Tontatta, a fish (what? it looks so lost it's quite big though so maybe a sea king. It was painted by children after all), a very dark ship it's the same shade as the gods/demon, a winged person (at first I thought sky island but those wings are big so maybe Lunarian...I'm dumb they're probably part of the moon people right? Took me until right now to make the connection. Maybe the distinction between the moon people is the Lunarians and the civilization that was on the moon?), a very big Nika with a sword shield and very long arm that is shaded the same colour as the gods/demon, a very big mermaid, a regular ship another mink and another giant. We have met quite a few characters that would fill those roles perfectly and they are friendly and allied with the straw hats.

The demon is weird as hell, he has horns as well as wings, he is bigger than the giants, he holds the literal sun and his outstreched arm is surroundes by the star shapes from the left half of the mural. The ship below the demon seems to beoing towards the rest of the group so is it fighting them? The people have been shaded gray until now, the ones one the ship wear white. Only their faces are the same grey. I don't see Zunesha though, I wonder why our elephant isn't in the mural.

There are a few repeating themes between the worlds. In the first world there is fire and a forbidden sun, in the second world the dragon berathes fire towards the serpent, the god of the sun spreads embers of war and the sun gets killed, the third world prophesises the return of the sun. Another common theme is the emptiness. The first world gets swallowed by darkness (not exactly empty but rather close if you consider the darkness fruit), the second breathed out of emptiness and the third starts void (peculiar choice of words here).

Thinking that maybe the sun in the demons hand might have to do with the motherflame. Maybe the starshapes are used to power/create it?

I feel like I had a million other thoughts but this thing is like three pages long already so I'll just add them if they come back.

[fandoms-writings]

Say it Back

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Avenger!Reader

Word Count: 940

Summary: "Why didn't you say how bad it was?" Requested by Anon for milestone celebration

Warnings: ANGST, major cliffhanger, injuries, mentions of blood.

Frantic hands smoothing over your skin pulled you from your haze, your blurry vision working to clear as a face crowded you. Steve. 

You couldn't hear him, not yet at least. Your ears were ringing terribly and everything else was muffled. You saw his lips moving though, and that worried furrow in his brow that he tried to hide from everyone. Everyone but you. Never from you. 

You watched as he looked down, his face palling at whatever was there. You followed his gaze, the red river pouring from your stomach reminding you of what happened. How you got here. The men you fought while protecting hostages your team hadn't known were in the building. 

You'd told Steve you'd gotten them out, and you had after killing the last enemy. You told him you'd been injured but that you'd be fine, because you thought you would. You thought you'd get out in time. 

But as you led the last of the hostages through the back door into the clearing that led to the quinjet, all you remember was a loud boom before your world went black. 

Your hearing slowly came back as you focused on Steve's words, trying your hardest to make out what he was saying, the words finally coming through just enough. 

"What happened?" He asked, applying as much pressure to your abdomen as he looked out, searching for what you didn't know. 

"B-bomb - I think," You muttered back, trying not to wince at the hoarseness in your own voice. 

You saw the moment he thought back to what you'd said to him before the explosion, how you weren't hurt too badly, as he inspected the wound. 

"Why didn't you say how bad it was?" He asked, his voice breaking as he again raised his head to look out, probably watching for the rest of the team.

You shook your head, "It wasn't. . . when I told you. . ." You knew that was bullshit, and so did he. But it was what you'd thought at the moment. You hadn't taken the time to assess yourself before getting the others out. 

Instead of fighting you on it, though you could see in his eyes that he'd reprimand you for it later, he reached up to his ear piece, calling for assistance, refusing to take his other hand off your wound to move you. You could tell you'd already lost so much blood, the dizziness in your head and the blurriness around the corners of your vision clues enough. 

So did the red staining your fingers as you raised them to trace Steve's cheek, smearing across his skin as he turned to look at you again. 

You stopped panicking a while ago, letting your body and mind calm as you came to a sort of understanding within yourself. This could be your last moment. 

These could be your last seconds. 

You wanted to spend those seconds memorizing his face, even if it was filled with worry and those tears you hated seeing had started spilling from his eyes. You took in all of it. The way his brows furrowed and creased his forehead and the way his lips parted as his breath fanned your face. The disheveled state of his hair after he'd thrown or lost his helmet somewhere. 

You wanted to remember all of it, no matter what happened. 

Knowing Steve like you did, you knew he was going to be blaming himself, having been the one to send you this way. You were supposed to have one of the new agents with you, but they'd caught the flu and you assured him you could do it on your own. 

There wasn't supposed to be a bomb. 

"Steve," You breathed, his eyes landing on yours again, "It's not your fault." 

"I should've gone with you," He muttered, "I shouldn't have let you go alone. No matter what." 

"It's okay," Your voice was faint now, and your body had started to go numb, limp in his hold, "It's okay." 

Something flashed in his eyes and you heard him call for backup again, telling them to 'hurry their asses' to which you let out what you thought was a giggle, but just came out a choked sound. 

"Language, Steven," You scolded him, giving him a smirk as he looked down at you and shook his head. 

"Really?" He asked, "Right now?" 

You huffed at that, the feeling in your fingers against his face starting to lose their feeling. You could barely feel the scratch of the stubble that he hadn't shaved yet. You couldn't stop the burning in your eyes as tears gathered along your lashes. 

"I love you, Steve," You muttered, doing your best to squeeze his chin, though you doubted he could even feel it. "Take care of them, okay?" 

He knew who you were talking about. The team. 

"Don't talk like you're not making it out of here," his voice broke and his lip wobbled but his face was set in stone. "I'm getting you home." 

"I know you are," You gave him a weak smile, "But don't be too hard on them, alright? And don't . . . don't isolate. . . okay?" 

He took one hand off your abdomen, reaching up to brush his fingers against your cheek, wiping the tears as he nodded, his facade cracking and falling as tears of his own splashed your chest. "Okay." 

"It's rude not. . . not to say it back." You raised your brows the best you could at him, your heart cracking at the broken sound that escaped his lips. 

"I love you too, honey," He leaned down pressing his lips to yours, "I always will." 

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Strange way of life part 2

Heyyy ! It took me forever to write part 2 and I'm not sure yet if I'll do a part 3 or not but if you were patient enough, here's the new adventures of Cooper Howard and his soulmate

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Sometimes, Y/N didn't know whether to look at Lucy with admiration or concern.

One of her cousin's greatest qualities was her kindness. An infinite kindness, fueled by optimism and an almost blind trust in humanity. It was truly beautiful, but also extremely dangerous and maybe a little stupid in the wastelands.

It would be a lie to say that Y/N wouldn't have hesitated to save the Ghoul, soulmate or not. After everything he had done to them, she wasn't sure she could forgive him. But at the same time, she didn't necessarily want him to die.

So she had watched Lucy give him all those vials that he seemed to need. The cowboy had stared at them, before turning his gaze to Lucy, then to Y/N. He was visibly lost. He too would have hesitated to help himself, no doubt.

Leaving him in front of the Super Duper, the two women continued on their way, looking for the supervisor, and with the hope of finding Maximus again.

On the way, Lucy talked more about him than her father, so happy to have finally met her soulmate.

"Do you think he'll be disappointed that I got married ? Even if it only lasted a few hours and I'm now a widow ? Oh, he might be unhappy not to be my first ! Do you think I should tell him about Chet ?"

"You shouldn't tell anyone about Chet."

"He's so handsome, and he seems so kind, so brave. My knight in metal armor, like in the movies. Maybe you'll meet your Cooper soon ! Can you imagine ?!"

"Yes, I imagine…"

Y/N could have confided in her. Not only would her cousin not have judged her, but she would have done everything to comfort her in this difficult moment. The problem was also that she would have started looking for positive sides in the Ghoul, even to the point of suggesting that they turn around to go back and get him.

Carrying this secret alone was still very painful. Since she was little, she dreamed of this meeting, of this man, the one who would love her, protect her, make her happy. The fabulous Cooper Howard.

As they tried to rest in a ruined building, Y/N took the time to think about all this. It might not have been a good idea, but she couldn't help it.

She could accept his appearance. The poor man wasn't responsible for the mutations he had undergone, and as Lucy said, it was character and actions that mattered most in the end. The problem was that the Ghoul had a horrible character and his actions were even more unforgivable.

That he needed these drugs, she could accept too. She had seen what would happen to him if he didn't take them, after he had shot that Roger guy in the head. It had shocked her cousin, but it was obvious that it was an act of mercy.

Maybe the only way for him to get those drugs was to sell innocent people. Maybe. Y/N couldn't pretend to know what she would choose to do in this situation, to ensure her survival. She had been lucky to be born and raised in a vault.

But he hadn't even tried to talk to them. He had immediately treated them like animals, not giving them a chance, knowing that they knew nothing about this world.

"Asshole." she mumbled, holding back tears. "All this time hoping and he's an asshole."

"Hmm… What ?"

"Nothing, Lucy. Sleep."

After years of praying to meet him, Y/N now prayed to never see him again. It seemed that fate had a problem with her, because when they had just found her uncle, who also happened to be a horrible person, the Ghoul came out of the shadows to shoot him, asking where his family was.

It was surprising that he let the supervisor go, after the carnage he had caused in Philly. He seemed to be a pretty good shot though.

"We all want answers." Cooper Howard said without looking at them, staring into the distance. "If we follow him, we'll find them. Unless you want to go back to your hole, safe, away from all this shit."

Lucy's decision was clear when she shot her mother in the head to end her suffering that had lasted far too long, then got up to follow the cowboy.

Even though it seemed to impress the Ghoul a bit, his eyes fell on Y/N when he turned around and only on her, displaying a strange mixture of hope and fear, as if he himself did not know if he preferred that she come or that she return to her shelter.

He said nothing when she took her cousin's arm, hugging her to walk together in the Mojave desert.

Several times, she had the impression that he wanted to talk to her. He glanced at her, he sighed, mumbled. For no reason, he handed her his gourd of pure water, without ever offering it to Lucy, but letting her pass it to her cousin.

Neither of them broached the important subject however, nor what had happened before they understood who they were supposed to be to each other. It was Lucy, completely ignorant of their situation, who put her food in it.

"An apology for the way you treated us would be nice, if we have to travel together."

"Really ? An apology, sugar ? And who's going to apologize for my face ? What happened to my family, to the world ? Hmm ? Because if I have to do what I do to survive, it's certainly not my fault."

"But it's not ours either ! We didn't know about my father, and we're going to find him so he can face justice in a court of his peers."

"… She's for real ?" Cooper asked, staring at Y/N. "Really ? She's saying what I hear, meaning every word ?"

"… Yes, I'm afraid so."

"As the sheriff says in the sublime The Man from Deadhorse, it's not…"

"Damn, I know what that stupid sheriff is saying, I'm… I mean, I was… Whatever, that guy was an idiot, and I'm not going to apologize for the state of the world."

"That would still be nice." Y/N mumbled as she stopped looking at him, snuggling into her blanket by the fire.

Her remark was followed by a long speech on morality and honor that Lucy seemed to care a lot about, not realizing that the Ghoul wasn't listening to her at all, focused on her cousin.

For her part, Y/N was trying to accept that her soulmate had died, 200 years ago now, leaving only a vague memory and a few movies, and that the man standing next to her had nothing to do with Cooper Howard.

Apparently, he was cruel enough not to make it easy for her.

It had been a while since Lucy had finally fallen asleep, and Y/N had just fallen asleep too, when she was suddenly woken up, feeling something on her. Grimacing, the bounty hunter stammered incomprehensible words, leaving her a second blanket before returning to his guard post, turning his back on her.

She hesitated, telling herself that he was not the one she had always been waiting for, but it was stronger than her, she ended up going to sit next to him.

"You should rest." he growled while continuing to look at the desolate plains.

"Thanks for the blanket. Aren't you going to be cold ?"

"Nah, don't worry about lil old me, sweetie. Go back to sleep, because if you're too tired to follow us tomorrow, I'll abandon you in the middle of the desert."

"You won't do that." She said, unable to hold back a smile.

"Hmm. Maybe not. If you want to risk it."

The silence could have been awkward, but Y/N took a deep breath, observing the starry sky and the vast lands that stretched out before them as far as the eye could see. If you forgot that it was the result of an explosion, now populated by wild creatures and even more dangerous people, it was quite beautiful.

As discreetly as possible, she also looked at the Ghoul, trying to find the face she had seen on screen so often. There was something in his eyes, in addition to his cowboy disguise. Was he filming a new movie when it happened ? How had he lost his family ? She had so many questions.

"You don't want to know." He sighed, still without a glance at her.

"What ?"

"Trust me, sweetie. You don't want to know, and you don't want anything to do with me. When this is over, you'll go back to your lil shelter, you'll find a nice guy, like I found my wife, and you'll be very happy. A pretty girl like you, it won't be complicated. You… NO !"

Without realizing it, Y/N had come closer, and her hand had landed on his in a thoughtless gesture. As if it had burned him, Cooper Howard had immediately pulled away, getting up to get as far away from her as possible, looking at her as if she was crazy.

Near the fire, Lucy continued to sleep.

"Radiations. Bad idea, sugar. Keep your distance."

"But…"

"No 'buts'. You deserve better, okay ? Sorry about that, and the rest. I'll check that there's no danger around."

Slightly troubled, Y/N returned to the fire, while the bounty hunter went to check that his scream had not attracted anyone. Even if she did not think that he would leave her behind if she was exhausted, she ended up falling asleep, without even thinking about the fact that she had been entitled to an apology, and perhaps some hope.