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strniohoeee · 1 year ago

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Disdain

Pairing: Matt Sturniolo X Female Reader ⚠️SMUT⚠️

Synopsis: Matt wants to keep Y/N, but won’t be her man’s, so what happens when they go to a Halloween party, and Matt sees something he doesn’t like🫠

Warnings⚠️: This is straight up SMUT. There’s smacking, degrading, manhandling. It’s just filthy sooo read at your own risk

Song for the imagine: Drama-Roy Woods ft. Drake, Thong Song- Sisqo

This story is 18+, so if you’re a minor DO NOT INTERACT⚠️

Matt and I had been in this weird gray area of being a couple, but not really being a couple. Like he was so sweet to me, and would take me out on dates and treat me like his girl, but then wouldn’t call me his girlfriend or be with me publically.

I hated it so much because he would treat me like I was his, but really I wasn’t, and anytime I brought this up he would go on this whole rant of “it doesn’t matter . Who cares about labels” My issue with that was he’s had girlfriends publically in the past, so I wasn’t sure what changed when it came to me.

About a month ago when he and I were doing really well, and acting like a real couple we decided we wanted to be Jessica Rabbit and Roger Rabbit for this Halloween party his brothers and I got invited to. Slowly I started looking into buying the costume parts, but when he started pissing me off I had only purchased the red sparkly strapless dress.

About two weeks before the party I decided I was no longer going to match costumes with him, but I didn’t tell him I wanted him to look like an idiot. Just how he made me look like one

The night of the party I had went over to the triplets house to get ready with them. Still Matt didn’t suspect a thing, but I had been distant these past two weeks not really talking to him or hugging or kissing him. He just assumed we were on our “break” and he didn’t really care. Not shocked

The party started at 11, and we were all finishing up our costumes. We decided to all walk out one by one and show them off.

Nick was Corlines other dad, and Madi was the other mother, Chris was Steve Harrington, and Matt came out dressed as Roger rabbit.

The only person who knew I changed my costume was Nick, and he was trying to keep his composure looking at Matt dressed like a fool.

“Okay Y/N come out” Madi said clapping her hands together

I walked out in my strapless sparkly red dress that pushed my boobs up nice and high, and the slit was from my bikini line down to my ankles. Sadly I wasn't going to be going commando as my whole ass would be out with a slight movement, so I had on a red thong. I had a gold leg garter that had a red heart on it, and my black stiletto heels. I had my makeup done like a sad flapper

“What do we think” I said spinning around

“BETTY BOOP” Chris screamed jumping up and down. Betty boop was one of Chris weird cartoon crushes

I nodded my head at this giving them a slight spin around

“You look so fucking hot” Madi came screeching over to me and grabbing my hands

“Y/N this costume is too good” Nick said in a giddy way

“What the fuck” Matt finally says with a straight face

“Oh I forgot to tell you I didn’t want to do a matching couple costume since we aren’t a couple” I said giving him a fake frown

“Ouuu she got you good” Chris said laughing at his idiot brother

“Whatever I look like an idiot, and I’m changing my costume” he said standing up abruptly and going to his room

About 10 minutes later he came back downstairs dressed as a cowboy. He looked hot I can’t deny, but he wasn’t my man so fuck him

We had all piled into the car as Matt drove us to the party at Larrays house. We knocked on the door and Larry opened it

“BITCHHHHH yall look so fucking good” he said letting us walk into his house

“Okay matty poo with the slutty little cowboy costume” Larry said, and to this Matt gave him a half smile, and then he walked away from us

“Oh what crawled up his ass” Larry said looking at us

“Y/N decided to not match costumes with him, so now he’s all pissy” Chris said

“Oh boy bye, Y/N you look so hot like Okayy with the red thong I see you” he said, grabbing my hand and spinning me around.

“Thanks baby” I said hugging him

We were at the party for a good two hours at this point. I had drank two drinks, and was feeling so confident, and decided I wanted to dance. Initially I was looking for Matt, but when I saw him he was shooting darts into my eyes with his arms crossed over his chest, and his jaw clenched. I just rolled my eyes, and looked for someone else

I had grabbed any random influencer I saw, and asked if they wanted to dance. Of course they did a random girl wanting to grind on them? How could they say no

As we got to the dancing area Thong Song started playing

Immediately I started jumping in excitement

“This is my fucking songggg” I screamed and pushed us to the center of the “dance floor”

At first I was dancing alone, running my hands all over myself swaying my hips while I sang the song. A circle had opened up surrounding me dancing. I grabbed Madi and we started dancing on each other, and then I grabbed

Chris and Nick also dancing with them in a friendly way.

“LARRAY COME DANCE” I said reaching for his hands. He immediately jumped into the circle and started dancing with me while everyone cheered us on. That’s when I saw the guy I initially brought to the dance floor

“Come on hottie let’s dance” I said grabbing him. I turned around so my back was against his chest, and started to grind on him wrapping my hands around his neck as our hips swayed together

“Bitchhhhhh FUCK IT UPPPP” LARRAY screamed clapping his hands together

“SHAKE THAT ASSSSSS” Nick yelled at me

This whole time Matt was in the corner watching Y/N intensely with a straight face. Fuming that she had the audacity to even grind up against someone who she didn’t know. When his hands started running down her waist, she threw her head back laughing. Matt got so pissed he pushed himself off the couch, and started to stomp over to them. Just as he reached them the song ended, and it got quiet

“Let’s fucking go” Matt said to Y/N going to grab her arm

“Fuck no” she said pulling away

“I didn’t ask! WE ARE LEAVING NOW” he said yelling the last part and yanking her away from the boy

Everyone in the crowd is watching with a shocked face

“BYEEEE, and cute boy find me I wanna take you out” Y/N said looking back at him, and to this Matt yanked her harshly to walk in front of him

Matt brought the girl to the car opening the passenger side door for her, and throwing her in

After he got back in the car and turned it on he turned the car on, and put it into drive quickly taking off

“Aww what a gentleman opening the passenger side for me” Y/N said giggling at him

“Shut the fuck up” Matt said clenching his jaw not even looking over at the girl

“What crawled up your ass” Y/N said

“You grinding on another guy” he said bluntly

“Not like we’re a couple” she said rolling her eyes

“Doesn’t matter” he said looking over at her

“Oh but it does. YOU ARE NOT MY MAN I CAN GRIND ON WHOEVER I WANT” I said lightly

“Watch your fucking tone” he said scoffing

“Or what? You gonna hit me” She said looking at him

“Want me to?” Matt asked as they pulled up to a red light

She started to lean in like she was going to kiss him on the cheek, but instead said “go fuck yourself” she said leaning back away.

Matt looked over at her, and smacked her across the face. Harshly but not enough to actually hurt her. It was more of a sexual smack

“Don’t fucking smack me” Y/N said and smacked the boy back in the face. He grabbed her hand and yanked her in closely

“Put your hands on me again, and I’ll fucking make you regret it” he said pushing her away as the light turned green

“Don’t touch me” she said back to him, and he grabbed her hand once again and brought it down to his bulge

“Do you see what you do to me, you make me so fucking hard” he said sighing as her hand came into contact with his dick

“Oh do I?” She said palming his dick, and he slightly threw his head back

“Fuck you’re gonna make me crash” he said

“So pay attention to the road, and let me take care of you” she said taking his dick out of his pants

She spat on the tip, and slowly started to jerk him up and down

“Shit that feels so good” he said gripping the steering wheel with his left hand

She slowly took his dick into her mouth. Swirling her tongue over his tip, and deep throating him. As her head was bobbing up and down Matt grabbed her hair moaning and thrusting his hips up. Y/N gagged at this

“Sorry baby I can’t help myself” Mat said moaning, and to this she moaned on his dick

“Fuck this I need you now” he said, and slowly pulled over to a secluded empty parking lot

After he threw the car in park Y/N took her heels off and jumped to the back seat, and Matt followed.

Immediately crashing his lips to her in a heated sloppy make out session. He pulled her dress down a little bit allowing her breasts to fall out. He started sucking and groping her breasts. As her back was digging into the handle

“Fuck Matt don’t stop” she said throwing her head back a little bit

“Look at you in this slutty dress with such easy access” He said squeezing her thigh

“Matt please I need more of you” she said pushing his head back. He backed up giving her a once over before nodding his head.

He went down to her thigh and grabbed the leg garter with his teeth pulling it down and off her leg, and putting it on the arm rest

“Open your mouth” he said lightly smacking her face, her mouth opened and he shoved her middle and finger finger in her mouth

“Get them nice and wet for me” he said watching her through half lidded eyes

Y/N swirled her tongue around his fingers, and he pulled them out. Pushing her panties to the side he rubbed her clit, and slowly slid both of his fingers in

“Oh my god” she said grabbing his arm

“You hear how this pussy sounds for me” he said slamming her fingers into her, all you could hear were the most obscene sounds coming from her pussy

“Matt I’m gonna cum if you keep speaking like that” the girl said as her eyes rolled to the back of her head

“You’re not cumming on my fingers” he said, and pulled his finger out her and smacked her pussy

She jumped at this and whined. Matt slid his pants down just enough for his cock to spring out. He pumped his cock a few times before spitting on Y/N pussy

“You’re getting fucked like a slut” he said as he slid his cock up and down on her pussy

“Please Matt I need it” she said moaning and breathing heavily

He slid into her pussy completely bottoming out. They both sighed at this feeling

“This pussy is mine” he said as he harshly grabbed her breast

Matt was relentlessly pounding into the young girl. Her back banging into the door handle, and her head slightly hitting the window

“Matt please harder” she said pulling his hair

“Shut the fuck up” he said as his hips snapped in an even fast faster

All that could be heard was skin slapping, moans and the banging of Y/N’s head on the window

He started to rub her clit as he pounded even harder into her

“FUCK MATT OH MY GOD” she yelled grabbing onto his hair for support

“Shut the FUCK up” he said looking into her eyes

“I can’t Matt you feel too good” she said moaning

He repositioned her hips, and started slamming into her at an ungodly pace

“MATT MATT MATT” she started screaming

“I said SHUT THE FUCK UP” he grunts out loudly as he smacks her across the face

“Fuck Matt” she said whining

He was getting close so his thrusts started to become deep and hard. Slamming into her with no mercy. He hit her G spot really hard, and Y/N was sure she died

“FUCK MATTTTTT” she screamed

“You don’t learn do you” he said as he grabbed her leg garter and shoved it in her mouth to keep her quiet

Matt continued to pound into her, and when she started to shake he knew she was about to cum

“Come on baby cum for me” he said furiously rubbing her clit. It didn’t take much more of that. She came on his cock moaning and weeping with tears falling down her face as her thighs started to shake

“Matt cum in me” she said coming down from her high as she removed the leg garter from her mouth

Immediately after that Matt came inside her with his brows furrowed and his mouth hung open. Pumping her full of his cum. After he came down from his high he pulled out and she slid her panties back on and pulled her dress up

“Fuck that was so hot” she said fixing herself up

“You’re mine” Matt said as he finished readjusting himself

She looked over at him confused

“Whatever it is you want! I’m yours I’ll be your man, your husband, your boy toy whatever you want I’m yours” he said looking at her in a fucked our expression

“Damn you’re so pussy drunk” she said laughing at him

“Don’t push it” he said with a straight face

“I can be your girlfriend I suppose” She said shrugging her shoulders

“Don’t play with me” Matt said looking at her

“I’m kidding. Yes Matt I’d love to finally be your girlfriend” she said kissing him on the cheek

“Good because I’m never letting you go” he said kissing her on the lips

“Alright let’s head home” Matt said as he helped Y/N back to the passenger seat

“Yeah my back is fucking hurting after being slammed into the handle non stop” she said laughing

“Im sorry baby” Matt said laughing with her

“It’s okay you were fucking me so good the pain went away” she said winking at him

He just looked down shyly and then drove back to the house.

The End

This was so fun to write🤪🤪 Now I’ll be working on my request I got, so expect to see that shortly🫶🏽

-J💅🏽

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lancestrollsgf · 5 months ago

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# R E Q U E S T L I S T ! L A N C E S T R O L L S G F

introduction master list request list

# REQUESTS ARE CURRENTLY OPEN !! (as of november 21, 2024)

# DISCLAMER: I WILL WRITE POLYGAMY FOR ANY FANDOM. I WILL BASICALLY WRITE ANYTHING JUST REQUEST. PLEASE BE AS CLEAR AS POSSIBLE IN YOUR REQUEST. ALL STORIES WILL BE USING “YOU” POV. NO REQUESTS FOR SMUT. IF THE CHARACTER/PERSON YOU WANT ISN'T HERE I PROBABLY JUST FORGOT, SO JUST REQUEST IT. PLEASE SPECIFY IF SMAU OR WRITTEN (if not specify i’ll write to what seems fit). REQUEST FOR MOODBOARDS ARE ALSO OPEN!

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lozzypoz321 · 4 years ago

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Thrombey triplet AU oneshot

Word count: 3k

A/N: I really enjoyed writing this and I think it turned out okay, let me know if you want a follow up of this! And I’m sorry it took so long to come out :)

Warnings: swearing, mentions of neglect, mentions of sex,

“Ransom!” You yelled up the stairs to gain the attention of your brother. Soon enough the floorboards started to creak and you distinctly heard your 2nd oldest brother grumbling as he came into your view.

“What do you want?” He sounded pissed, but that didn’t faze you. You’d spent the earlier years of your childhood in this house beside them and it was pretty obvious you had all three of them wrapped around your finger.

“Moms mad at me again”

He raised his eyebrows, “mad at you? Why?”

It was a long story really, you had decided that you didn’t like any of your sweaters so you took your brothers’ ones but halfway through you got caught in the act by her. She yelled at you and now you were grounded for a month. Instead of telling him all that though you just decided to settle with “I may or may not have tried to take your sweaters..”

Ransom just sighed and held out his hand for you to take, “come on then. If Linda’s mad at you then she won’t want to even look in your direction (Y/N)” he didn’t use mom, which you weren’t surprised at. She didn’t let you call her that but when she wasn’t there you used it, trying to get some sense of a normal family.

You eagerly grabbed your brother’s hand and let him basically drag you up the stairs to his room, but halfway through the hall you were stopped “Oi Ransom!”

“What Andy?” He asked while rolling his eyes, and stopping outside our other brother’s room. You both heard footsteps heading to the door and the soundtrack of a movie playing in the background.

“I gotta do something so when dinner’s ready can you tell them I’m sick or something?” Andy said, leaning on the doorframe and sending a pleading look at your older brother. What he said reminded you of tonight’s events, all your family was eating dinner together in the dining room because your mother said that you were becoming distant (which was true, but only because they literally never spoke to the four of you) so you, your brothers and father had no other say in the matter

“Why?” Ransoms tone was accusing but that didn’t seem to faze Andy who just smirked and stood a little bit straighter

“I’ve met a girl”

You chose this exact moment to but into their conversation before either of them could and sent in a fabulous remark, “I thought you were gay”

He stared down at you whilst Ransom laughed, “I didn’t even notice you were here sweetheart” he said, raising one eyebrow “you’re very small”

“So let me get this straight. You want me to cover for you to them bitches while you go bang a girl?”

The older brother sent a pointed look at the other one for his choice of language, “yes and no. I’ll make it up to you, and if you don’t, I’ll tell mom that you brought someone home the other day and went at it”

“Ew!” You yelled and shoved both hands over your ears trying to now block out the excessive laughter now coming from both of your brothers, without removing your hands you grumbled “I’m gonna talk to Stevie instead”

So without even giving a second glance to them you turned on your heel and made your way to the youngest triplet’s room. Stopping in front of the Oakwood door you knocked twice before pushing the heavy wood open “Hey Steve”

He looked up from the book he was currently reading on his spot on his bed and smiled, indicating with his head to sit next to him. So you complied, bounding your way over to the mattress and duvet, and propping yourself up with your head resting upon the headboard. “What do you want doll?” His tone wasn’t annoyed, instead kind.

“Ransom and Andy were being weird” he threw you a confused look so you continued “they were talking about bringing girls over and-“

“Right. You are my baby sister, I’m not letting you continue that sentence”

Without speaking he placed a bookmark in the book ‘Hamilton’ that he was reading and placed it on the side table. Steve looked over and smiled, reaching up to ruffle your hair “you excited for tonight?”

It took all your mind not to scoff at his question “definitely not, our parents don’t like us? Or have you forgotten?”

He just chuckled and moved his weight onto his left elbow so he could face you “I think they don’t like you the least though” he joked. It was a quiet conversation but that’s what you enjoyed with Steve, he was the calmest when it came to hanging out and whenever you wanted to talk he wouldn’t push you away, as he had said a couple years ago “my doors always open to you doll”

But when you got into discussing how you were going to avoid your mom so she didn’t shout at you a single knock interrupted the conversation. Steve went to invite whoever it was in when the door swung open and revealed Andy and Ransom shoving each other by their jumpers and kicking each other

“What the hell are you doing?”

Your question was left unanswered as the oldest triplet managed to shove Ransom over onto the carpet of Steve’s room. “What’s happening?” You pressed again, sliding down from your brother's bed.

“He’s being a bitch!” Andy hissed, going to throw him back on the ground as he had just got to his feet again when Steve held the fist from going any closer. “Stop before you hurt someone An’”

“I bloody want to hurt him” he nearly yelled, struggling to bring his hand free and accidentally punching Steve in the process. “I’m talking about (Y/N)” he said as if it were obvious as you hesitantly stepped closer to the battle scene where Steve was now struggling to hold back Ransom as well. “I’ll shove my foot so far up your ass you won’t be able to speak for a-“

“Can you just stop!” You yelled, trying to break apart the fight, but no matter how much you yelled or how close you got nobody seemed to pay attention to you. It made you wonder what Ransom actually did to make Andy so angry with him.

As Steve started to lose grip on Ransom, your ears began to burn from the volume that was filling the room. All of a sudden the middle triplet broke free and swung his fist at Andy, the punch filled with anger except the hook didn’t land on his brother, instead on the left side of your nose.

Instant pain surged through your whole face and for a second you stopped breathing. Silence filled the room instantly. When your eyes started to tear up from the agony Ransom immediately dropped down to his knees and brought you into a hug “sorry, sorry, sorry, please don’t cry, please. I’ll let you hit me back! I promise!”

“I- I- It hurts” you hiccuped, tears were now streaming down your face at a violent pace and you could see your other two brothers standing back both of their eyes wide at what they had just experienced.

“I’m sorry honey, I’m really sorry, please don’t tell anyone!”

Slowly but surely your sobs died down into deep breaths and Steve and Andy ended up on the floor next to the both of you.“Are you okay?” Andy asked, smiling kindly as you turned around in your brothers lap to face them “that didn’t feel good.”

“I’m sure it didn't” Steve chuckled, getting up to grab his book so he could continue. Wiping the tears from your cheeks and eyes you quickly began to get embarrassed, growing up with older brothers you get used to being hurt and not showing it and now they’d just watched you cry your tears out, you felt considerably weak. “I’m sorry”

Andy looked up confused “why are you sorry sweetheart?”, you shook your head, not wanting to explain your life problems to your nearly adult brothers. “It’s okay to cry (Y/N)” Ransom said, tightening his hold around your waist into a back to chest hug.

“And hey Andy” Ransom called from above your head making him turn back towards the both of you

“Linda already knows that I brought a girl home so your not going anywhere sucker”

His eyes narrowed at his younger triplet but he controlled his anger and clenched his jaw. “I honestly hate you so much Rans’”

Before you knew it, it was time to go down. The houses maid was standing at the bottom of the stairs calling your names and you kept hearing the voices of the people you would rather not speak to down there. “Come on, we better go down,” Andy reluctantly said, getting up off of the floor and heading to the door.

Without warning, Ransom stood up making you fall hard onto the ground from being sat on his lap. “Oh shit- Sorry (Y/N)!”

“Ransom!” Steve scolded and strode across his room to help you back up “you honestly should never be around kids”

“Don’t I already know” he mumbled

So you three followed after Andy, trudging down the stairs and the left side of your nose visibly red from being punched. When you all reached the bottom both parents and the oldest brother looked your way where you were half-hidden behind Steve, not liking the attention being turned on you. you thought that maybe if you just ate dinner quietly without saying a word then they wouldn’t speak to you either and it would take considerably less time. But as you already knew from the bruises, luck wasn’t exactly on your side today.

“Hello children” Linda, your mother spoke in a sickly sweet manner to the three of you. “Fuck off” Ransom mumbled under his breath which, luckily for him, she didn’t catch. Instead, focusing her attention on you, sending a disapproving look your way.

“What are you wearing (Y/N) Thrombey?!”

You looked down, cheeks reddening when you caught sight of the baggy AC/DC sweater that you had stolen from Andy and baseball shorts that had belonged to Steve. “Um… clothes?”

The glare she sent you made you cower back and hastily head to one of the seats, Ransom and Steve following after you before your mother could say anything else. “I hope you all gain some sense as you grow up,” your father said as the maid brought in platters of food that looked as if they were only made to show people how rich they were.

You locked eyes with Andy and he gave you a smile which you could easily decipher as forced. You had to bite your tongue to stop yourself from tearing up. This family wasn’t like the ones that you saw on the playground after school, the perfect dad who provided for the house but still had a perfect amount of time to spend with his children, the amazing mother who went on Sunday shopping trips with their daughters and went to their son’s football games to embarrassingly cheer them on. No. Every day you walked home on your own and didn’t even see your parents most of the day, you had to be perfect for them. Joining fabulous school clubs that would get you places in life, wearing expensive designer brands so everyone knew you were richer than them, staying inside the bubble they had built you from that day you were born. The only reason you hadn’t ended up the perfect daughter as they wanted is because of your brothers, they had stood outside the line first, and since you had grown up with them as your role models, they taught you that the road your mother and father wanted you to go down was not the one you were made for.

“We’re going away” your father announced to the table as he loaded up his china plate with steak, not looking up as he said it. “Huh?” The youngest brother asked and turned his head to face him

“I said” he started with his voice raised “we’re going away. As in me and my wife”

You distinctly heard Ransom mutter “you mean as in me and my side chick” and you rolled your eyes at the egotistical idiot.

You weren’t surprised he hadn’t called her your mom, but you were, however surprised he had called her his wife. When you called him your dad once Ransom said you shouldn’t since he’s probably not anyway, you asked what he meant and he told you that they had been cheating on each other for ages. You suppose that you should have seen it coming, they were never really affectionate or loving towards each other like every other family you’d seen, but they could even be faking too, right?

“So we’re gonna have to look after (Y/N) on our own?”

“Like that’s anything new” Steve muttered under his breath across the table that you caught while Ransom and Andy were arguing with your parents. “Shut up!” Your mother screamed at them making you violently jump in the chair. You hadn’t expected her to get angry at anyone just because they didn’t want their parents to just give you to their sons whenever they didn’t want to deal with you.

“You do what I tell you.”

Her voice was still raised but on the good side she was no longer screaming, Ransom went to answer back when you slipped your hand into his, silently telling him to keep quiet or he was going to make things worse. He closed his eyes and shut his mouth, huffing in annoyance. “This is fun” you whispered to no one in particular softly.

“(Y/N) Thrombey go to your room!”

Ignoring the sounds of complaint and protest coming from your brothers, you pushed out your chair, making sure to make it squeak against the wooden dining room floor, and pushed it back in again. But before you could start moving towards the door, you felt a hand grab your wrist. You turned around to find Ransom stood there next to you with his eyes narrowed at your parents.

“I’m sick of you treating us like shit all the time, like we’re not even part of this family! I don’t care about your fucking fancy image. I don’t care bout the fact that you’ve got people to impress. I don’t care when you leave for big holidays and we have to look after (Y/N). I care when you shove us away from you like we aren’t even yours in the fucking first place!”

Steve was just about to open his mouth as well, to add to the argument, when your mother held a hand, shaking from anger, up in the air, as though to silence him.

Your father stood up, his chair sliding across the newly polished floor and looked at the middle triplet with pure venom behind the depth of his eyes, “Go to your room! Now. All of you.”

Ransom hesitated for a second, clearly not used to being told what to do, most of the time just being ignored by them and the maids doing everything he asked them to, but he made his mind up and let go of your wrist before storming upstairs, the other three of you quickly following behind although not as heavy-footed.

You could practically feel the anger radiating off of Andy even though he was silent. Steve just bit his lip to stop himself from shouting, he knew that it wouldn’t get anybody into a better situation. “You're such a prick Ransom,” the eldest brother said to no one in particular when they reached the top of the stairs where the hallway to all four of your rooms were. “You would’ve done the same An’,” Steve said “your as much of a prick too”

They now noticed that you were unusually quiet in their company, as you were always involving yourself into the triplet’s arguments and conversations. But you were currently trailing behind them, deep in your own thoughts, so much that you didn’t even realise that you’d passed the door to your room.

“Sweetheart?”

When you didn’t respond Andy used your name instead, “(Y/N)?”. Your head snapped up, no emotion shown in your features. Steve’s eyes began to fill with concern at the sight, he ran his hand through the blonde locks when you turned back to the wooden door. “Doll, come here”

Your lip trembled as you once again struggled to contain your tears. It was now only sinking in that your family was never going to be normal, your parents were never really going to truly love you, you would never really be a proper family no matter how hard anybody tried to fix it back together.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay”

You took the hand that Steve had just offered you and let him gently guide you into his room, closing the door behind him and leaving Andy to go into his own bedroom. “You gonna tell me what’s wrong?”

Giving a shaky nod you rubbed your eyes trying to get rid of the remnants of tears, “this family isn’t ever gonna really be normal is it?” The bitterness in your voice showed and your brother's forehead creased in confusion yet part concern. “Hey, (Y/N), they might not appreciate you like different parents do for their kids but I promise you that me, Andy and Ransom will never leave you”

His words sunk in and you looked up at him with puppy eyes “does that mean we can run away tomorrow to Africa?”

He blinked a couple of times “you really had to go and ruin the moment didn’t you?”

You gave him your best innocence smile and attempted to control your laughter, without moving your legs, you slid yourself next to him and buried yourself into the youngest brothers side as he wrapped a protective arm around you “I love you Ste’”

Before he could respond you both heard shouting from outside the door and excessive banging “Oh I SWEAR TO GOD RANSOM YOU ARE SO DEAD!”

@marvel-ous-hobbit @snarky--starky @rae-is-typing @stargazingfangirl18 @canadianhufflepuffavenger @herecomesthewriterwitch @every-marveler-ever @rooskaya-yelena @ssebstann @kidney9-9 (if you would like to be added or un added from the tag list, don’t be afraid to ask!)

#Thrombey triplet AU #triplet au #Ransom Drysdale #Steve Rogers #Andy Barber #oneshot #Thrombey #Drysdale #ransom drysdale one shot #steve rogers one shot #andy barber oneshot #Steve Rogers x sister!reader #Ransom Drysdale x sister!reader #Andy Barber x sister!reader

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i-try-to-write-stuff · 2 years ago

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Writing Suggestions and Prompts

Hi guys,

So I have a few ideas for some fics -

Tommy Shelby x shipping CEO! Quirky Reader

Steve Rogers has gotten Quantum sickness from time travel, Nick Fury sends chooses you for a "Lumerian Treatment" which gives you the power to see the future. Dark Steve Rogers x Reader

Captain Syverson x Spy! Reader

Jake Jensen/Ari Levinson/Steve Rogers x Reader - triplets dubcon

5. Other character prompts/ RPF?? - leave suggestions in comments :)

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**Writing Survey** - If you have any suggestions for me

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marvelmcumania · 2 years ago

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A Plan for my Next Book

Well, welcome to marvelmcu.mania(I am in Wattpad and Instagram too)

So I wanna make another book (when others are still going ) Steve Rogers x Reader where the reader is the elder sister of Wanda and Pietro (Maybe like the eldest of the triplet). Most likely Y/N Maximoff and both of them are having the same powers. But colors are different. I have seen many ones being green and the others blue which are already taken by authors. Those books can be found on Wattpad and are also paired with different characters. So I think it would be good if the color was yellow or you can suggest me below in the comments and the name given to a witch(EG: Scarlett Witch)

Movies that would be included will be :

Captain America The Winter Soldier (Post Credits)

Avengers Age of Ultron

Captain America Civil War

Avengers Infinity War

Avengers Endgame

Maybe Wanda Vision TFATWS What If...? and DSMOM will be included.

UPDATE: The name has been decided for the witch

Spoiler Alert

REVEALS: Amber (no not that Amber B*tch Heard)

What do you all think?

Update: I have decided to make her elder and them having an age gap of two years the twins were born in 1989 and Y/N Maximoff in 1987

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vdlest · 3 years ago

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Totally Not Fine

Characters:

Endgame!Steve Rogers x Avenger!Reader

Summary:

Everyone is grieving for Natasha's death, but aside from grieving for a colleague, you're also grieving for your best friend, a sister, and Steve is there to comfort you.

Warning:

None

If there's one person you would like to dedicate you being on S.H.I.E.L.D. and being part of the Avengers, it would be Natasha.

When Fury introduced you to the team as Maria's assistant, Nat saw something special and something different in you. She knew instantly that you could be more than just an assistant, that you could do more in the field. So every weekend or every free time you have, Nat will be asking you to train with her.

And Nat was damn right, you're a fighter. Not iust a simple fighter but a combative one. Your proof? You kicked Steve's ass when you two were sparring one time.

Aside from being your trainer, Nat was also your best friend. She was like a sister to you. You were the first one to know about her lingering feelings for Bruce, and Nat was the first one to know as well about your admiration towards the Star-spangled man named Steve Rogers. You two were inseparable. Tony would sometimes call you B1 and B2 for you and Nat are like twins already.

Twins became triplets when Wanda came and the three of you became the trio.

When the three of you are in the field, Nat would sometimes scold you for being too risky and for being too vulnerable at times, but you understand where she's coming from. She was just afraid that something bad might happen to the family she only have.

Nat is cold-hearted when it comes to fighting, but outside the field, she's as witty as everyone else.

There were nights where you, Nat and Wanda would wake up in the middle of the night just to bake cookies. You chose to bake cookies at night so that the boys won't hear you and won't steal your finished products. There were also nights where the three of you would just sit together and just talk nonstop about different things.

When you didn't have anyone to believe in you, Natasha Romanoff was there.

That's why it broke your heart, your whole soul when you saw Clint alone when all of you returned to the present time to retrieve all the infinity stones. It broke your heart for losing the sister you only had.

Your mission to bring back all the infinity stones is a success, but how can you even call it a success when Nat didn't make it? How can you celebrate for this success when the team is not complete anymore? And how are you gonna be fine knowing that there would be no resurrection for Nat?

This is really is it.

There's no way you'll be able to see her again.

"Are you okay?"

A voice made all your thoughts disappear in thin air. Your eyes immediately went to the door of your room which was left open because you're too hurt to give a damn if your door is close or not.

You saw Steve leaning on the doorframe, his eyes are swollen like yours, his nose are red like tomatoes.

Well, he was close to Nat as well.

You sniffled and gave him a small smile, "Trying to be," you answered, "You?"

"Me too," he sighed as he crossed his arms in front of his chest, "I wish this is all just a nightmare. A nightmare that we can all just wake up from."

"Yeah," you nodded, "But it isn't. She's really gone and she's not coming back."

Steve did not answer, instead, he moved his eyes on the floor, trying to find the right words to comfort you.

The reason why he went to check on you because he knew how much you and Nat treated each other like sisters. He saw Bruce and Clint comforting each other, Tony was talking to Thor, and he thought that you need someone to talk to, someone to be a shoulder to cry one, someone to share the pain.

"I felt so alone now that she's gone--"

"Well, you're not."

Steve pushed himself away from the doorframe and started walking towards where you are sitting.

"That's the last thing I want you to feel," he sat beside you and gently grabbed your hand, "I want you to know that you're not alone, you'll never be alone. I have always been here and I will always be here, especially now."

Your cheeks started to feel hot and red, after realizing that this is the first time Steve has held your hand in a sweet and protective way. Something you've been wanting Steve to do for a long time.

Your admiration towards the Star-spangled man has always been part of your system and you have no idea how to get rid of it, or maybe you really don't want to lose it. You are silently hoping that one day, Steve Grant Rogers will come up to you and tell you how much he wants to be with you.

"Thank you, Steve," you smiled at him, trying to hide the burning desire to hug and kiss him right now.

His free-hand wiped the tears running down your cheeks before he speaks again, "I know this isn't the right time for this, but I hope you know that you're special to me," he admitted.

Your eyes slowly widened in surprise as your brows furrowed.

"Ever since you stepped in the compound, ever since the first time Nick introduced you to us, you never left my thoughts. I would see you in my dreams, I would daydream about you, and there were times I'd see other people as you, and it has confused me to bits. I would always look forward to see you, I would always find your jokes funny even if I don't get it because I'm an old lad, I would always find myself so protective of you whenever we're on the field or whenever guys are around to make a move on you. God, I want to smash their necks using my shield whenever they try to hold you," he groaned, "I didn't know why, but as I get to know you, I understand why," Steve squeezes your hand, "It's because I like you. A lot."

You sniffled, "Why...why now?" you asked.

"Because my heart hurts seeing you in pain so much," he lets go of your hand and cupped your cheeks this time, "I have never want anyone or anything as much as I want you."

If only Nat was here, she'll definitely clap on Steve for admitting what he truly feel for you. She's been sensing that Steve feels something for you, but you kept on dismissing it. But she was right.

You caught the heart of the Star-spangled man.

"Steve, you have no idea how happy that made me," you gave him a small smile as you held his hand cupping your cheeks, "I badly needed to hear that, especially now that I just lost a sister."

He chuckled confusingly, "What..what are you saying?" he asked.

"I like you too, Steve Grant Rogers."

Instead of answering, Steve's lips formed a smile before he planted a kiss on your forehead and soon after that, he pulled you towards him and hugged you warmly and tightly.

You've lost Nat, but you know that she'll always be around to look after all of you. She promised you that she'll be there all the time, and you know that she'll fulfill that promise of hers.

"Nat's gonna be so happy," you said while your head is resting on Steve's shoulders.

You heard Steve chuckle, "She definitely will."

-v.dl

#marvel imagine #marvel #marvel fanfiction #marvel fluff #steve rogers #steve rogers x you #steve rogers x fem!reader #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x y/n

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worldofmarvelfics · 4 years ago

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Steve Rogers Oneshots/Imagines/Headcanon

Please note that none of these works are written by me and all credits are returned to their respective owners. I’m just here to provide a list of fics that i personally love so that you guys can enjoy too!

Updated: 6/12/20

Legend:

🦋One-shots/Imagine/Headcanon

Steve X Reader

🦋 After by @stargazingfangirl18 Alpha!Steve x Omega!Reader

🦋 Always Be My Baby by @caplanbuckybarnes

🦋 A Year by @speechlessxx

🦋 Bad Girl, Good Boy by @hailmary-yramliah

🦋 Babies! Assemble → Baby Self by @honeyloverogers

🦋 Birthday Surprises by @honeyhan-123

🦋 Burning Desire by @sinner-as-saint Steve, Andy, Ransom (Triplet)

🦋 Claimed by @cherienymphe Alpha!Steve

🦋 Crush Me by @loreloomis

🦋 Desperate Frustration by @romaxnogersav

🦋 Don’t Touch Thor’s Hammer by @angrythingstarlight

🦋 Fall Into Love by @mrslilyrogers

🦋 Home by @brooklyns-boys

🦋 Horngry: A Steve Rogers’ Tale by @imanuglywombat

🦋 How to Dismantle Steve Rogers by @jtargaryen18

🦋 Hysteria by @trillian-anders

🦋 Keep It On, Cap by @after-avenging-hours

🦋 Instinct by @after-avenging-hours

🦋 I Think You Might be my Soulmate by @sunmoonandbucky

🦋 Make Some Noise by @after-avenging-hours

🦋 Mr Brightside by @candy-and-writing

🦋 Muse by @honeyloverogers Artist!Steve x Dancer!Reader

🦋 No Sleep Till Brooklyn by @wxntersoldiers Ceo!Lawyer!Steve

🦋 On The Line by @tropicalcap

🦋 Piles of Affection by @ozarkthedog Pre-Serum!Steve

🦋 Professor!Steve by @hailmary-yramliah

🦋 Siren Song by @candy-and-writing Siren/SailorAU

🦋 Spitfire Girl by @venusbarnes

🦋 Super smoothie by @drabblewithfrannybarnes

🦋 Start Again by @wkemeup

🦋 The Emotionless Assassin by @liessaynotoenvy

🦋 The Mobster’s Little Girl by @smutsonian Mob!Steve

🦋 Transatlantic by @nellblazer

🦋 Want You Back by @donutloverxo CEO AU, sugar daddy/baby relationship

🦋 Who the Hell is Steve Rogers by @nellblazer Hydra!Steve

🦋 Whisper by @redgillan

🦋 Wildest Dream (Part1) (Part2) (Part3) by @angrythingstarlight

#steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #steve rodgers imagine #marvel #marvel x reader #marvel x you #dark steve x reader #captain america civil war #captain america the first avenger #captain america #captain america the winter solider #chris evans

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imaginedreamwrite · 2 years ago

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More Hearts Than Mine: Part 3

Jake stood on the edge of the library, fiddling with the strap of his messenger bag as his eyes roamed the library, searching the area immediately in front of him for you.

He had been dying to ask you for hours and days on end if you would go to the hockey game with him. However, either he had been too chicken to ask, or you had been seemingly sucked into a black hole, completely gone from sight.

Ned and Peter have been giving him the gears while he ‘simped’ over you, the other IT tech in the student-run program teasing him about his fantastical crush on someone who was clearly out of his league.

Jake knew they meant well, and there were no hard feelings with their jets; he would’ve done the same if he had been in their shoes because they were not the type of guys to get pretty, cute girls who loved photography.

And yet, you seemed to show him enough interest and hadn’t told him to screw off while you were texting. You had carried long conversations that had stemmed from needing technical support, and that had been enough for Jake to want to take a risk.

And hearing that his brothers had their girls they were dealing with was an added push to get his girl. But now that he was here, now that he was in the vicinity of ‘his girl,’ jake was feeling as if he should bow out.

He had wondered if he was giving too much attention to his friends and looking at the nature of it with tinted glasses. Maybe Ned and Peter were onto something, and maybe Jake was delusional.

Or, he thought to himself, maybe he was exactly what you wanted.

With an intake of breath, Jake had started walking across the library toward your study desk near the back, every step bringing him closer to you.

He was only ten feet away from you when he stopped suddenly and gathered his thoughts, attempting to come up with something witty to break the ice. He thought about opening with a joke, but if he had screwed the joke up, then he would start to stutter and stumble over what he wanted to say.

If he began to slip over what he wanted to say, his palms would start getting sweaty. If his palms started getting sweaty, then Jake wouldn’t be able to stop himself from thinking of the correlation between sweat and body temperature. That would bring him full circle to the point where he was nervous about screwing up the joke, and it would repeat itself endlessly.

Jake inwardly groaned and shifted his weight from his left foot to his right foot, and took another short, deep breath before he approached your table, then stood at the edge.

He studied you, with your head down and a book laying open in front of you, your eyes moving across the page as you read the words while mouthing what you were reading. Jake had watched you for a moment before he opened his mouth to speak and snapped it shut just as quickly.

“Hey, Wookie.” You grinned and lifted your head, studying him while he studied you, your lips twitching at the blush that bloomed underneath his skin. “You wanna sit down?”

“You like hockey?” Jake blurted as he reached for the chair and stumbled to sit when he had pulled it out from beneath the table. “I mean, liking something is objective.”

“What?” You laughed under your breath, grabbing the strap of his bag as it started sliding down his arm as he stumbled to sit.

“Do you like hockey?” Jake asked again, his eyebrows furrowing as he swore his tongue was swelling within his mouth. “I guess liking something is objective and not specific, and I really should’ve asked if you wanted to watch hockey?”

Jake felt like an idiot as he blushed and fumbled to push his glasses up the bridge of his nose while his cheeks were aflame and his hands were shaking. He could see your fingers curling around the edge of your book, just as he could see your camera sticking out of your bag on the floor.

He was nervous, he was anxious, and he was trying to ask his crush out on a date to see his brother play hockey, and it was all fucking up.

He couldn’t flirt on a good day; he couldn’t impress any girl with his attempt at flirting, let alone his dormouse. He envied, at the moment, Ari’s ability to talk with girls so naturally and easily. He envied the part of Ari that was so naturally charming.

“I do like hockey. I don’t understand all the plays, and I don’t have a favourite team, but sometimes watching stick monkeys is entertaining.” You answered his question and had given him some temporary relief when you hadn’t immediately shut him down like he was so used to.

“Do you like watching hockey?”

“Uhh…” Jake rubbed the back of his neck and stumbled over his words. “I prefer soccer, but…hockey’s not bad..”

“Did you know that a chef’s hat is traditionally made with exactly 100 pleats to represent the 100 ways to cook an egg?” You hid your grin in your hand when your fact seemed to throw Jake off his game when it seemed to make him take a pause and blink twice before his eyebrows furrowed and his lips twitched.

“What?” Jake shifted in the seat he was in, and his puzzlement continued as he seemed to think about your fact, taking a step back from the hockey talk. “I don’t-“

“You looked like your head was about to explode.” You laughed into your hand and distracted yourself by closing the book you were reading and tucked it into your bag, your fingers fumbling with the zipper.

“Oh…” Jake licked his bottom lip and muttered under his breath, attempting to regain control of his task and his purpose. “I wanted to ask you-“

“Yes.” You answered with another quick and jovial smile, cutting him off and sending the awkward boy back into a tailspin as a steady blush crossed his cheeks.

“Y-yes..?” Jake pushed his glasses back up the bridge of his nose and squeaked before he laughed nervously.

“I’m assuming you were asking me to the game..?” You withdrew your hand from your bag and turned back toward the tall, bashful yet endearingly cute boy who was still blushing and still trying to form words.

“Yeah. I mean, if y-you want to go to the game, I would go, and I wanted to know if you had. But I wasn’t sure if you liked hockey and then-“

“I do like hockey. I think the stick monkeys take themselves too seriously, but they can hardly help it, right?” You shrugged and angled yourself toward him, then rested your left elbow on the table and rested your chin in your hand.

“I uhh…I have a brother who plays….” Jake chewed the inside of his cheek as he drummed his fingers on the tabletop.

“Yeah? Anyone, I may know?” You questioned and had almost immediately redacted the question when Jake seemed to stiffen and draw his lips into a tight purse. “You know what, it doesn’t matter. The game is on Friday?”

“Starts at 7.” He muttered, looking away from you toward a row of bookshelves before he had looked back. “Uhh…you wanna meet at 6:30? At the arena?”

You had gathered your things in your arms and had pushed your chair back to stand, then you studied Jake as he sat at the table, his eyes widening when you stepped closer and had eventually leaned down. You brushed your lips against his cheek, and your smile grew when you felt the heat from his cheeks against your lips and the tip of your nose.

“Sounds like a date.”

Ari shifted the strap of his hockey bag further onto his shoulder and had almost grunted in surprise when his stick had nearly fallen out of his hand yet was caught at the last minute.

As he glanced out of the corner of his eye toward who had saved his stick from falling to the snow-dusted ground, he had been delightfully taken by surprise to see you standing near him with his post in your right hand and a ticket to his game in the left.

“Y/N,” Ari huskily muttered your name as he studied you, his smile growing at the sight of you analyzing his hockey stick, turning it over in your hands, “you’re coming to see me play?”

“I’m coming here with a friend, or a date, a date with a friend?” You frowned and turned the stick once before you handed it back to him. “I came early to check out the arena; I guess my professor wants me to try my hand as a sports photographer.”

“You want a tour? I can show you around.” Ari offered, his crooked smile brightening at the prospect of taking an extra ten minutes to get you to himself before you met your date.

“You take all the girls you meet on tour? Show them all the places you’ve…scored?“ You feigned annoyance, and your smirk was slow to build, but when Ari had laughed and adjusted his bag again, it had become more prominent.

“Just the ones full of piss and vinegar.” He had quipped, stealing a glance at you when you had looked toward the university facility, your head tilted slightly.

“Lucky me.” You rolled your eyes, and none too gently had smacked him with the blade of his hockey stick, laughing under your breath when he had grunted under his breath. “Being so full of piss and vinegar-“

“Do I get to know who the lucky guy is?” Ari questioned as he started walking with you toward the arena, curious about who could’ve managed to steal his girl’s attention.

“Jealous, Levinson?” You countered his question with one of your own and raised an eyebrow when he frowned and looked you over.

“What if I was?” He was oddly profound, and his almost bold admittance threw you off. “Jealous of this guy who gets to take you to a game of mine? Here I am, going to be doing all the work and this guy-“

Ari was cut off by your laugh, the natural and eased melody bringing forth a rise to his heart rate. If only you had known what you did to him. If only you had known how desperately he wanted to kiss you breathless and feel your hands gripping his biceps as he pressed you against the nearest surface, as he thought you quiver against him.

“Right, because your ability to skate and play hockey is laying out the groundwork for me and the success of my date.”

“Nice of you to admit it.” Ari held the door to the arena open for you, holding it so you could pass through, another little grunt laving his lips when you had brushed against him, pointedly drawing your fingers against his chest to tease him.

“Incorrigible.” You grinned and stepped aside, peering at the interior of the arena with mild wonderment and amazement.

From the few concession stands in the lobby, and the security office to the right, the staircases that would take spectators up to the seats closest to the doors, and the hallways that would lead to the other side of the arena and the other half of the stands.

“Have you ever been in here?” Ari asked, drawing your attention back to him with a gentle touch of his finger against your shoulder, studying you as you locked eyes with him.

“First time.” You looked away and studied the banners hanging in the lobby, the team’s success throughout the years displayed in gold ink against a red background.

There were display cases with their uniforms as they had changed in the period, from the induction in the early 20th century to the jerseys they were using now.

“Let me give you a tour before I put a show on for you and your date.” Ari motioned his head to the left, urging you to follow him.

He started walking away from the lobby toward one of the hallways that would branch off into the different sections of the arena, and ultimately the changing rooms.

You had followed along while remaining relatively silent, content enough to listen to the sound coming through the system that was being tested before they had set up the designated play-by-play announcers. It was quiet until Ari had stopped, and you had all but collided against his large, broad back.

“You okay?” He called over his shoulder, taking note of not only your silence but your general dejection. You weren’t yourself, and you had had something big on your mind.

However, you seemed either content enough to keep it to yourself, or you were trying to make yourself seem more put together than you were.

“I know we’re not friends,” you spoke, then frowned, your lips becoming pursed, “or maybe we are in a fucked up way-“

“Y/N, is something wrong?” You hadn’t been as nearly boisterous in your mannerisms; you hadn’t been almost as bold in your sarcastic digs that Ari had grown accustomed to every time he had met you.

“Are we…friends? Like if I had told you something..?”

“Y/N, are you okay?” Ari had set his bag down and his stick on top and had rested his hands on your shoulders and gently squeezed, his thumbs brushing against the negligible exposure of flesh near your collarbone.

“My parents hate that I’m not taking the kind of classes they want. They hate that I am choosing to focus on photography and theatre instead of some high-class career that will….” You sighed and placed your hands against your cheeks, your fingers massaging your temples.

“I’m uhh…I’m not doing good in my photography classes. My professor wants me to switch my focus toward something other than the traditional portraits or landscapes and nature because everything is ‘contrived.’ At some point, he’s going to have to inform my parents of the failing grades because they’re paying for my tuition. And if they hear I’m failing, not only will I never hear the end of it, but they’ll-“

“Breathe,” Ari removed his hands from your shoulders and gently placed them on top of yours, “you need to breathe, bunny.”

You glanced at Ari and chewed the inside of your cheek, the threat of tears becoming all too real the longer you held his gaze. You were feeling overwhelmed by the nature of your relationship with your parents, and the failures you had been hit with here starting to draw you toward a dive-bomb.

“Why would your professor have to inform your parents you are failing? Why would it matter to them?” Ari brushed his thumb against your knuckles, and you had inhaled sharply at the sparks that shot through you.

You had allotted a minute to feel that comfort before you had pulled away and walked toward the metal railing of the lower level and sat against the rounded edge. You had crossed your arms over your chest and nudged at a piece of compressed dust with your shoe, taking a minute to gather your thoughts.

“My parents are…influential, and they have a lot of friends who are just as influential in the university system. My father is a renowned surgeon on the west coast; I mean, he is like one of the top five surgeons in the country.” A sigh fell from your lips and you crossed your arms over your chest before you continued.

“And my mom…she’s a highly trained and overpaid psychologist. Both are intense, both are respectable, and both of them have their idea for what I should be doing. The agreement they had made was that I could go and explore my ‘hobby’ and they would pay for it, but if I failed, and if I didn’t maintain a high average, they would pull me from the school, and I would go into a program of their choosing.”

“Shit.” Ari exhaled and had joined you where you were resting against the railing, copying your stance. “That’s fucked up.”

“That’s the tip of the iceberg. Trust me. I am…I’m working as much as I can to try and afford a place to live on the off chance that I can’t get my average up. If I can drop out before they inform my parents of the poor GPA-“

“Then you wouldn’t have to move back to the west coast.” Ari finished your sentence for you, then blew air as silence came between you.

You had remained in the subtle silence before you had cleared your throat and bit down on your bottom lip. You had stood up straight and drew your attention to his hockey stuff laying in the middle of the hall, his stick on top of his bag.

“I should let you get ready. Tour can wait for some other time.”

“I’ll walk you back.” Ari chimed, pushing himself off the railing to grab his things and haul them over his shoulder once more.

“Don’t you need to get ready?” You questioned, glancing between him and his bag. “Greet your adoring fans?”

Ari grinned and nudged you with his elbow, his gaze soft as he stepped in line with you. “They got nothing on you.”

“Smooth.” You snorted and rolled your eyes as you walked with him back through the halls toward the lobby, your attention grabbed by the steady flow of people who had started to come in, though you were searching for Jake.

“Your date here?” Ari questioned while you were searching for Jake, and as your eyes glanced over the crowd to the left, you had seen him starting to walk toward you, his eyebrows furrowed.

“Ari?” Jake stopped in front of the two of you, glancing from you to him. “You two know each other?”

“You two know each other?” You mirrored his question with your own, glancing from one to the next.

Jake in a graphic hoodie and worn jeans, and Ari in a pair of sweats and a loose athletic department shirt. The two had similar features, yet they hadn’t looked identical. You had wanted to kick yourself; you wanted to kick your ass for not realizing it sooner.

“We’re two out of three triplets.” Ari trailed off, slowly connecting the dots between you and Jake.

“Triplets? You are triplets?” You didn’t know who to look at, didn’t know who to focus on between Ari and Jake.

“You’ve got to be shitting me.” Your head whipped around as Steve pushed himself through the crowd, his blue-green eyes moving around the three of you, as all the dots and dashes had fallen into line.”Oh my God…”

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awesomerextyphoon · 4 years ago

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Charred Briar Roses

Prologue

This is a slightly dark take on Sleeping Beauty, takes more inspiration from ‘The Sun, The Moon, and Talia’. @giorno-plays-piano gave me the inspiration with her Orc!Bucky story, Desire.

Summary: You and your twin sisters have constantly been told not to not to venture into the northwest tower, but it looked so inviting. Now you’ve doomed yourself and your sisters to sleep for 600 years and be woken up by orc-human hybrids and not the extremely handsome princes that your mother had all but assured you. Well, at least things can’t get any worse…right?

Parings: Orc!Bucky x Black!Reader, Orc!Steve x Black!OFC, Orc!Sam x Black!OFC

Word Count: 849

Warnings: Semi-Graphic Depictions of Violence, Smut, Non-Con. You’ve been warned.

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In a time and place not here and not now, there was a vast and powerful kingdom rich in precious metals, stones, agriculture, commerce, technology, and the arts.

The king and queen were beloved by the people…but they had no children. They tried for years, but to no avail. The populace was worried because while the king and queen were benevolent, the king’s brother, Prince Sophronius, was a nightmare.

After exhausting all other options, they went to a medical witch for a potion that would induce fertility. The queen gave birth to triplets ten months later to great joy and fanfare across the kingdom. They were named Ghada (graceful woman), Fumnanya (love me), and Y/N.

Ambassadors and dignitaries from all over attended the public naming ceremony. The most notable guests were the Fae. Each one gave all three princesses a gift: Supernatural Beauty, Intelligence and Curiosity, Enhanced Condition & Combat Prowess, Wit, Empathy, and would bring great fortune to their loved ones. The last Fairy was about to give her gift when the Dark Fairy crashed the event.

She claimed that she was not invited (in reality, she was paid by Sophronius) and gave the triplets a gift of her own. When they turn 18, one of them will go up to the Northwest Tower, find and prick her finger on a spindle, all three will die and the kingdom will fall. And with that, she cackled and left.

All seemed lost until that Last Fairy, Aoife, spoke up. She couldn’t fully undo the curse, but she could modify it. Instead of dying, they would fall into a deep slumber until they are awakened by a kiss from their match.

The king and queen took all the precautions. They had all textile production take place far from the capital and sealed the Northwest Tower (they tried to destroy it, but the Dark Fairy already had countermeasures put in place). All the Fae who gave the triplets their gifts became their tutors.

The princesses became quite the adorable and precocious trio, if not a little mischievous with their pranks and ‘adventures’ throughout the capital.

All three came to have warm russet-brown skin with coral undertones and long dark purple hair that cascaded in luxurious curls (think 3b/3c hair). Their only difference in appearance was their eyes. Ghada’s was Tropical Ocean Blue/Silver Hazel, Fumnanya’s Bright Gold/Dark Sepia Brown Hazel, and Y/N’s was Light Forest Green/Midnight Blue Hazel.

They were taught/trained in History, Math, Science, Engineering, Governance, Medicine, Combat, and the Arts. Anything to keep them busy, and they soaked it up like super sponges.

All was well with their lives…until puberty hit them like an armored elephant.

Everyone commented on how beautiful/stunning they were. Almost all of the boys and some of the girls would ask them out on dates. Some of the older men would give them lecherous stares and older women would give them glances of spite or pity. They started getting marriage offers at 14, but their parents, particularly their mother was adamantly against it. No negotiations would be made until they were certain the curse had passed.

The girls got annoyed and sad with the attention they received. They felt like they had so much to offer besides their beauty and wealth.

The girls themselves somehow all liked cooking, combat, and governance. Ghada was more outgoing and sociable and liked reading, languages, and the Arts. Fumnanya was more reserved, but pretty funny once you got passed her shell. She liked history, medicine, plants, and science. Y/N was pretty mischievous and she liked tech/engineering, math, science, and the Arts.

The whole kingdom was aglow with joy when the princesses’ 18th birthday finally arrived. The palace was busy getting ready for the birthday celebration. The servants decorated the place with their favorite colors, and the cooks were working on a fantastic feast of their favorite foods.

Everything was right on schedule until one of the guards heard a scream and a thud from the Northwest Tower.

All three princesses fell into a deep slumber and Aoife started working on the spell for the capital when Sophronius and his followers rushed in and killed the king.

That action soon led to a battle that lasted for three days. It ended with three of the Fae getting killed, but Sophronius not getting the throne and its riches (especially the Nephrashim Crystal). Almost all were banned from the capital except for the princesses.

Aoife refurbished their shared rooms and the palace. She had the capital nearly frozen in time; every 200 years would be an hour for the capital and one year for the princesses. She surrounded the capital with thick thorn bushes guarded by an ever-vigilant dragon and that was surrounded by forest and shrouded by mist.

Sophronius tried to send some of his men to awaken the princesses, but they kept getting killed by the dragon or the thorn bushes. He decided to cut his losses after ten years and move on.

The princesses faded into myth and it would be 600 years before anyone would lay eyes on them again.

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et-lesailes · 5 years ago

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daddy daycare

pairing: steve rogers x reader

themes: fluff

word count: 1800

summary: you and steve certainly have your hands full with having one year old triplet daughters, but it’s a daddy daycare day when you suddenly get called into work last minute. deciding that the avengers can help him out with watching your naughty children, he brings them to the tower for an afternoon of fun and endless cute little giggles.

taglist: @viarogers, @evanstush, @chibi-crazy, @chalamet-evans, @world-of-losers,@songforhema

note: requested by anonymous // let me just say that i LOVE writing daddy!steve (i mean both kinds but especially this one) and i absolutely love babies so this was super fun to write :) my inbox is always open in general but it is ESPECIALLY open to requests like these hehe

** please send an ask if you would like to be added to my taglist of any chris evans related fics!

"You're positive you're going to be okay."

"Babe, yes! We'll be fine!"

"Okay, okay-- wait, you know they get a bar each after they-"

"After they wake up, yes, baby-- I'm their parent too, you know. And I'm a little offended you think I don't know their daily routine by now," your husband commented as he playfully nudged your side, then leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead. "Go, the office needs you. I can take it from here, beautiful." You laughed softly and stood on your tiptoes to kiss him, murmuring, "Alright, alright. I know you'll be just fine. Love you."

"Love ya more." He winked and playfully shooed you out the door, waving as you drove off. Turning around to head up the stairs, he peeked into the nursery, a fond smile immediately crossing his lips upon seeing the sight of his three little angels sleeping. Triplets had definitely not been planned for when you and Steve had decided you were ready for a baby, and while it certainly proved to be challenging, he wouldn't have had it any other way. He loved watching his girls show more and more of their unique personalities each and everyday, and he especially loved watching you being a mother-- to him, it was a sexy look on you, and he felt all sorts of both endearment and arousal watching you nurture and love his babies.

"Feel free to sleep for another couple hours, sweethearts," he whispered playfully, peeking into each crib. "Daddy would like some downtime too, you know."

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"CHUCK! CHUCK!"

Steve chuckled as he glanced at the ever talkative Brooklyn in the backseat through his mirror, nodding fondly. "Yeah, Brookie, that's a truck next to us! It's a pretty big one, isn't it?"

To say the wake up process had been hectic was an understatement; it was difficult diapering and feeding three cranky babies, but they were all happy and smiling now as they bounced in their carseats, three sets of blue eyes all focused outside the window. "BIG CHUCK." Natalia declared seriously, pointing at it in case no one could see it-- the soldier couldn't help but laugh at how cute his children were. "Do you see the truck, Leigh? Do you know what color it is?" He questioned the oldest triplet, but she simply smiled as she gazed out the window; she always took a while to fully wake up after her naps, but Steve had always thought it was adorable. Brooklyn, however, took the opportunity to scream, "BOO!!" in response to his question, making the blond laugh loudly. "Not blue, Brooks, it's actually red. Can you say red?"

"BOO!!"

"Alright, close enough. Look guys, we're almost there! Are you guys ready to see your aunties and uncles?"

Nat had called for a brief, casual meeting to go over a general state of the union, and considering how much the Avengers team loved the triplets, he figured it would be fun to take them. Besides, he wouldn't mind the extra sets of eyes watching them; three babies were definitely more than a handful, after all. "Weddy! Weddy!" Natalia cried out in excitement, then widened her eyes hopefully. "Toady there?" He chuckled in amusement upon her pronunciation of "Tony"-- she had taken a strong liking to the billionaire since she was practically an infant, and her face would practically light up every time she saw him. "Yes, Uncle Tony will be there. Uncle Tony, Uncle Rhodey, Uncle Sam, Aunt Nat--" He was cut off by an excited, "NAH!!!" shrieking in his direction, and he playfully flinched. "Brookie, ya gotta stop doing that while I'm driving!" he teasingly scolded, and the cheeky little girl looked at him with a giggle, clapping her hands. He could only laugh again, pulling up at the building and getting out of the car, ready to handle three very busy and toddling toddlers.

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"Natalia Margaret Rogers, what do you think you're doing?" Sam crossed his arms playfully as he raised an eyebrow at the little girl currently poking at his wings that rested in the corner, having recently been upgraded by Tony. "Well, Sam, she's sitting right over here, because that little scamp over there is actually Brooklyn Marie Rogers." Steve corrected him with amusement, gesturing to Tony holding Natalia on his lap. "Anytime you see one of them being naughty, you can assume it's Brookie." Natasha said with a laugh, coming over and scooping up the curious toddler, kissing her forehead. "Isn't that right, ya little cutie?"

"You know, I'm having a perfectly good time chilling here with Leigh. She's so calm." Rhodey spoke up from his place at the conference table, playfully bouncing the triplet as he held her. "I bet you never have to use her middle name." Steve glanced towards the two with an amused smile, eyebrow raised. "That's what you think, Rhodey, but she's completely different at home. Isn't that right, Little Miss Leigh Fallon?" The little girl simply looked at Steve with innocent eyes and he scoffed playfully, retorting, "You definitely get that look from your mama, my little Cap."

"Here, Nat Attack, want another donut?" Tony held out half of the mini powdered donut for her, and she immediately started munching, the white powder spreading all over her lips. "Tony, you know my wife's going to kill me if she knows the amount of sugar you've been feeding my kids." Steve chuckled, and the man smirked in response. "What? I'm just helping make sure you guys have a fun night tonight. I remember all the good times with Morgan on her sugar highs."

The group continued to laugh and play with the kids for a decent amount of time before Natasha finally cleared her throat. "Alright guys, lets get this show on the road-- with all these parents in the room, I'm sure they're too old to be staying out past 4 PM," she teased, shooting a playful smirk towards Clint, Tony, and Steve. Your husband rolled his eyes amused but turned his chair towards the large monitor, though glancing towards the triplets every few minutes. They seemed content with the crayons Steve had brought for them, coloring on both the paper and the table; he made a mental note to clean that before he left.

“Wait, guys-- what’s this?” Nat frowned, suddenly zooming in on an image in the news, pulling it up on the screen. “Should we be worried?” Steve immediately leaned in with furrowed brows, inspecting the possible threat showed in the photo; the entire team was so focused, no one noticed little Brooklyn slipping through the crack of the open door, her two sisters dutifully following her. It was only a few minutes later when everyone deemed the image as a false alarm that Steve’s eyes widened, realizing his children weren’t in the room. “Girls?? Girls! Where are you?” he called out, shooting up from his seat. “Damn it.” He ran out of the room, looking to both sides of the hallway as Nat quickly came out behind him. “There’s no way they could have gotten far, they just learned how to walk a few months ago. I’ll go left, you go right.” She assured him, even chuckling softly finding the situation quite amusing. Nodding his head, he turned to the right side of the hallway, peeking into every room. “Leigh! Brookie! Natalia, come on guys! I’ll buy you guys chocolate chip cookies if you come to Daddy!” He was starting to get a little worried now, still not seeing them; until he heard a loud shriek come from further down the hallway. With wide eyes, he practically sprinted towards the noise, bursting into the room it had come from.

“Oh. Hey there, Cap! Sir. Mr America… Rogers.”

Steve blinked as he looked down at Scott Lang, sitting on the floor with his three sixteen month old girls clambering over him, giggling and laughing in delight for no apparent reason. “I came because I wanted to talk to Tony about this new breakthrough Hank and I discovered in the lab-- and then I got lost, and then I was trying to find a better signal on my phone, and then I ran into these three cutie patooties!” A wide smile crossed his lips as he ruffled Leigh’s hair, earning a happy squeal from her lips. Exhaling relieved, Steve ran a hand through his blond hair and smiled tiredly at Scott, nodding in thanks. “They seem to like you a lot. It’s your first time meeting them, isn’t it?” Looking to Brooklyn, he raised an eyebrow as he scooped her up, mumbling playfully, “And let me guess. You orchestrated this, didn’t you?” The little girl simply giggled, lifting her hands up to touch her father’s cheeks. “Wawa?” Steve laughed, kissing his daughter’s nose. “Mmhm, I see you changing the subject. Alright, alright, I’ll get you girls some water and then we’ll head home. I bet Mommy’s back by now….”

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You looked up and immediately smiled upon seeing Steve walk in, carrying Natalia and Brooklyn in each arm while Leigh sat upon his shoulders. “Hello, beautiful,” he greeted, a charming smile crossing his lips as he came over and carefully leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead. “Mama!!! MAMA!” shrieked Natalia, reaching out for you; you giggled as you took her from your husband, kissing her head. “Hello, my pretty babies! And my handsome soldier,” you stood on your tiptoes to give Steve a peck on the lips. “Did you girls take good care of Daddy today?”

Leigh immediately nodded her head with a proud smile, reaching down to hug Steve’s head but only succeeding in somewhat choking his neck. Coughing slightly, he chuckled as he glanced up at her. “Thank you sweetheart, I love you too.”

“They were good? Didn't give you too much trouble?” you asked with slight amusement, and he smiled somewhat sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Er…. I’ll just tell you about our day later tonight, baby doll. Come on, sit down, let me make you some tea or something.” He smiled and kissed you again before setting Brooklyn down, then playfully grabbed Leigh to hold in his arms. “Come on, my little chef, come help me get Mommy a yummy snack.”

You smiled fondly as you watched your husband and daughter go into the kitchen, holding Nat while leaning down to hug Brooklyn. “Mm based on that answer, I’m going to guess you kept Daddy on his toes today.”

“Dada toes!” she exclaimed as if confirming, and you giggled softly, shaking your head. “Oh babies, Mommy and Daddy are never going to have a moment of peace with you three, are we?”

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disastrousbarnes · 5 years ago

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Not without you (6)

Pairing: (Dad) Steve Rogers x Reader, (past) Bucky x Reader

Warning: swearing(?)

Summary: Ever since Steve lost Angela he hasn’t been the same, live hasn’t been the same. The only reason he was still doing this was for his kids, because they need him. So when a new chance at love comes on his path, will he take it? Will either of them take it?

Authors note: Hi well last time I gave ya’ll a chapter it was may 2019, It’s Januari 2020. But hey, A bitch is back! This chapter includes a lot of talk about Bucky, but don’t worry, it’ll become more Steve x Y/N centered soon.

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Wordcount: 2222

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Chapter 5: Old and new friends.

“So, Steve?” Tony’s eyes meet Y/N’s over the dinner table.

Y/N just rolls her eyes, of course Tony had to bring that up. “Not during dinner. Tony, please?” She pleaded. An awkward silence fell over the table. Y/N and Tony used to share everything during dinner, no topic was off the table. Not today though, Y/N didn’t want to talk about Steve, not in front of the kids.

“But-” Tony started, but he was quickly cut off by Pepper.

“Tony, she said no.” Potts and Stark shared a look, after which Tony silently went back to eating.

Y/N mouthed Pepper a ‘thank you’, the strawberry blonde responded with a sweet smile.

“So Alex, I read you became the captain of the football team?” Stark Industries is Jacob High, the high school the triplets attend, biggest sponsor. Pepper, being the CEO of Stark Industries, likes to keep up with projects the company invests in. So naturally she knows all about Alex being the youngest captain of Jacob highs football team ever.

Alex face immediately lights up. “Yeah, I guess the guys felt I was good enough of a leader to, well, lead them.” After his father’s death, the teen had really thrown himself into sports, something that was clearly reflected by his muscled physic.

Pepper gave him an encouraging nod, “The article did speak very highly of your capabilities to get the team together.”

“Teambuilding is the most important part of it all,” Alex agreed, “Thankfully Y/N allows me to get the guys together at our place. So each Friday we get together, cook dinner and just talk, play games, watch a movie. You know just something to make sure we’re all in sync.”

Y/N can’t help but feel happy to see Alex talk so passionately about his role as team captain. She still remembers the silence that had fallen over the boy the first few months after Bucky’s death.

All three of teen boys had taken their dads unexpected death really hard. Which was of course to be expected, but out of all of them Alex had taken it the hardest. He and Bucky had always been the closest. It also took him the longest to not treat Y/N like an outsider when she first started dating Bucky. Bucky had told her that this was because Alex didn’t want to get attached to anyone and then have them leave again. That when their mother left when they were very young really hurt and confused him.

“Y/N?” The feeling of a hand resting on her shoulder startled Y/N, causing her to quickly turn around to face Caleb. “Are you okay? Mister Stark has been talking to you for 5 minutes now.”

Y/N frowns, how could she have zoned out like this? “Oh.” Is all she says, not sure if she should make an excuse or not.

Tony just laughs, “What do you say, we go to my office have a drink, bet those boys have their license by now, so they can drive back and I know for sure Miss Potts and Morgs wouldn’t mind spending some time with Anna. I have kept her to myself all day, after all.” He winks.

Y/N is a little hesitant, but agrees. Tony used to be one of her closest friends and she can’t just continue to block everyone that reminds her of Bucky out of her life, everyone except for Sam that is.

Not much later the pair stood in Tony’s office.

“Last time we were here you were pregnant.” Tony chuckles. Y/n had been about 6 month along back then. Her belly had already been huge, he even remembers she was wearing Bucky’s favorite maroon sweater. He only remembered that because Bucky complained that he actually wanted to wear it, about 24 times during dinner.

“And my husband was still alive.” Y/N had meant it as a joke, but the look on Tony’s face clearly showed that that didn’t get across. “I- It was a joke T.”

Tony lets out a sigh of relieve. “Oh.” A small smile plays on his lips. “I was afraid you’d yell at me again.”

When Bucky died Tony had insisted to personally tell Y/N of Bucky’s passing. Something she didn’t exactly take lightly. In the rush of emotions she had blamed Tony for all of it. She had told him it was his fault for getting Bucky to help him with the program in the first place and that he should have never have let him go to Afghanistan.

Though truly she knew Bucky was the one that came to Tony with the idea in the first place. Stark Industries had stopped manufacturing weapons years ago, but Bucky convinced Tony to get back into it. To help him make safe weapons that would cause as little destruction as possible. That wouldn´t kill so many innocent people. He wanted to create a way to end wars as quick and peaceful as possible.

And hearing that that had been the thing to kill her husband had broken the -then pregnant- woman. When the shock had settled she of course apologized to Tony for her accusations, but to say that had put a rift in their friendship would be an understatement.

“Never.” Y/N said, sitting down in the big red office chair. “I still don’t understand why you need an office.”

“Yeah yeah I know. I am always down in the lab, but having an office is nice for-“

“Drinking.” Y/N finished the sentence, a bottle of jack had already found it’s way into her hand. “That’s the only thing we have ever done here.”

Sam, Bucky, Pepper, Tony, Bruce, Rhodey, Clint and her used to have dinner together every Friday night, to end the workweek right. After which they would get drunk and dance in this very office. The triplets would watch Morgan upstairs, which was an easy way to make some money. So they never complained about it.

“Does the rest still work for you?” She hadn’t really been in touch with anyone since the incident.

Tony nods, “Rhodey is still our main connection with the military. Clint is running the weapon testing department right now. Bruce and I have been working on some really interesting tech, it would make the weapons non killing, just rendering our opponents unconscious for about 12 hours max. Buck had been pressing me about that for so long, we just weren’t able to crack the code. Of course something like this already on the market, but the danger with that stuff is that 1 it is always bad for the environment and 2 you never know what the cognitive damage is with that stuff. Which is dangerous cause most of the time you aren’t just taking out the bad guy, but also the innocent bystanders.”

Y/N enjoyed seeing Tony ramble on so passionately about the new ‘weapon’ he and Bruce are making. It reminds her of sitting on the couch at home, just watching Bucky walk around the room, talking about all he wanted to achieve with S.T.W.P. He had been so enthusiastic, so willing to do everything to create a brighter future. One of peace.

“But enough about weapons and work, what about that Steve dude? He’s a friend of Buck’s you said?” Tony had a way of smoothly swaying into topics Y/N didn’t exactly want to talk about.

“Used to be.” Y/N felt her body tens up at just the mention of Steve’s name. Something about the fondness and respect Bucky still had when he used to talk about him didn’t match up with the Steve Y/N had met. “Left New York and never contacted James again.”

“James?” Tony cocked an eyebrow, Y/N had never called Bucky James, not in public at least.

“Shut up.” She felt her face get hot, “It just flopped out. I only call him James when no one else is around.”

“Cause he didn’t mind it when you said it?”

“He didn’t.”

Tony smiles, putting a hand on Y/N’s shoulder, “Of course he didn’t he loved every word you spoke.”

“It’s still weird when people talk about him in past tense.”

“It really is.” The man agrees. “It’s also weird that Steve and Bucky lived in the same town and never saw each other.”

“It is isn’t it?” Y/N had never even thought about that, honestly she hadn’t given Steve much thought outside of him being Luke’s dad and the man who left Bucky behind.

The rest of their night is spend making up weird theories of how Steve and Bucky ended up in the same town. That and getting very drunk.

“Steve?” Sam found himself standing in the doorway of what appeared to be Steve’s bedroom. He decided to check in when after half an hour Steve still hadn’t gotten back from getting a sweater.

Steve was sitting in front of the bed, holding a fluffy black sweater close to chest. He looked up at Sam but didn’t respond. Not that he needed to, the lost look in his eyes spoke volumes. He was hurting, really hurting..

Without speaking another word Sam sat down next to Steve.

“It’s hard isn’t it?”

“What?”

“Everything around you continuously reminds you of her. The kids, the house, all her stuff. Everything.”

“Yeah.” Steve frowns, looking at the piece of clothing in his hands.

“You don’t want to get rid of it because it reminds you of her, but at the same time all the memories are just way too much, aren’t they?”

Finally Steve’s eyes met Sam’s, they were filled with tears. “How did you just put all of my feelings into words?”

“I´ve been trough war and lost the people that mean the most to me. I´m just speaking from personal experience.” Sam’s fierce loyalty and insanely loving heart had only made his life harder, “Plus being a gay black man in the military, well lets say that doesn’t exactly bode well with some of those conservative white boys.” A sad smile adorned his lips.

Steve wrapped his arm around Sam, pulling him close, “Thank you.”

Sam felt confused at the random act of gratitude.

“Thanks for your service, thanks for all you have done and are doing for this country despite of the way you’ve been treated by the people living in it.” Steve had felt a bond with Sam the moment they shared a drink at O’Malley’s, now an immense amount of respect had been added to that. Sam had been trough so much and yet here he was running a countrywide V.A program and if he was right, helping Y/N raise Bucky’s kids.

Now Sam’s eyes were also filled with tears. The only time he had ever been thanked for his service is during award ceremonies, but the words had never felt as sincere as they did this very moment. A soft ‘Thank you’ made his way out of his mouth as he too wrapped an arm around Steve.

“Bucky would laugh so hard if he saw us like this. Sitting here, snot covered and all mushy emotional. Then he would ask us if we’d like a cup of tea.”

“And he’d never force us to talk about it.” Steve adds.

“Never, but we would tell him anyway. Cause that’s just his effect.”

Steve loves the fact that the way Sam talks about Bucky makes him sound as if he hadn’t changed one bit from the Bucky he grew up with. The take no shit, but it’s okay to feel like shit sometimes, caring best friend.

“Bucky really was something else.” Sam says and releases his arm from Steve’s. “He was a little different after the war though, a little harder. That’s until he met Y/N. Something about her just sometimes a little too honest, completely open personality made it easier for Buck to deal with everything that had happened in his life. He was almost like the young, overworked, hopeful young guy I met during training. Almost.”

“She’s young isn’t she? Like a lot younger than Buck?” Steve felt a little stupid asking, it wasn’t really his business after all.

“She’s almost 26 yeah.” Sam says with a chuckle. “Buck met her in New York when she was only 20. It was at some small 40’s themed bar she was working at. God the man tried so hard not to fall in love with that girl. He couldn’t help himself though, she just made her way into his heart, I remember right before he asked her out, she was all the idiot could talk about. Plus when you love someone the way Y/N and Bucky loved each other those 14 years feel like nothing.”

14 years, Jesus Buck, that’s a lot. Steve felt weird for even thinking that. He was judging a dead guy, who apparently really loved his wife.

“That’s uhm..” Steve wasn’t sure what to say. “She seems lovely.”

Sam lets out a loud roaring laugh, “She’s a fucking pain in the ass.” The comment might sound harsh, but his voice is filled with adoration and love.

“Isn’t that what you said about Bucky the first time we met?”

“I mean they both are, but I am decently sure I just called him an idiot fuck face.”

That night Bucky Barnes’ youth best friend and adulthood best friend became friends.

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lokikingofasgardslover713 · 5 years ago

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Breeding Season: Nights Run

Masterlist

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC (Reader) x Bucky Barnes

Warnings: Lemons, Steve being an ass, Fluff

Summary: Picking up a few months later, it appears all her best laid plans have not gone as planned. The original plan scrapped the instant it appeared Steve nor Bucky are about to leave their care, especially after finding out she is carrying triplets. Trying to make the best of the situation, she attempts to convince Bucky, -who she has wrapped around her little finger-, to talk Steve into taking her on the evenings run. Does she succeed and find a way to escape or does she learn more about Steve and how he cares for her?

A/N: I was asked by several for a second part, and for once with all the good reviews and all I decided to write more! I had technically planned on writing more but wasn’t sure how many would like the story line.

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With a huff she sat hastily in the plush armchair overlooking the grounds. It was entirely not like her. Usually it was harsh words, but at least she had taken to not trying to rip their throats out the past month. With his own attitude, Bucky sat the cup in his hand down hard on the counter, glaring over to where she pouted and looked out the window.

The light was fading but the brunet knew she was watching the pack,-now her pack-, jumping around ready for the nights run.

“You knew the answer when you asked doll,” Bucky tried to smooth things over, though to her it was useless words. “Maybe if you hadn’t tried to run off the first month you were here-.”

Fuck. He shouldn’t have said that. Spotting her expression, he was trying to keep the little bit of peace they had made with their mate over the past few weeks, particularly after finding out she carried triplets. She still wasn’t showing as of yet, but then again it was a little less than 3 months.

Stepping over to the chair she had curled up in, Bucky leaned over to brace on the arms. Following her gaze, the older alpha noted Steve wasn’t out with the rest. Leaning in, he laid his forehead to the side of hers gingerly nuzzling her ear.

“You hungry,” he spoke quietly, Bucky felt as if she didn’t fight him as much as Steve; but 3 alphas in one room was volatile to begin with. Steadily, Bucky placed a hand on her lower belly, careful because she had finally admitted to her lower abdomen being tender.

“No,” she hummed not about to admit how she relished in the gentle attention. Eyes fluttering closed, she took in the soft moment, having fought them fang and claw the last month was exhausting this early in her pregnancy. This bit of peace was refreshing, even if they had argued earlier and it wouldn't be long until Steve entered; and half the time it was a 50/50 shot what mood the blond was in.

“I know better," Bucky hummed, rubbing over her lower belly, moving to place the calloused hand into the shorts to cradle the soft flesh.

God, she was giving in to him, her body relaxing albeit slowly. The brunet alpha couldn't prevent himself from moving to his knees in the oversized chair, continuing to keep his head to hers. This was what he craved so badly from her, his new mate, the one carrying his as well as Steve’s cubs; he just hoped she wasn't about to spring on him.

Why was he so gentle? Bucky didn't need to be this kind to her, the hand on her lower belly soothing, comforting. If Steve came in, he would scold the older alpha for being too easy. Steve was sure to adhere to strict rules, a schedule with her, claimed it was because she used to be a lone wolf and needed to learn structure. Fuck Steve, he will get it eventually, maybe learn a thing or two from Bucky.

She felt her own heart flutter and swore her lower abdomen done the same when dry lips pressed to her neck before laying his head on her shoulder. "What are you craving doll?”

“A run,” she whispered, not meaning to sound so disheartened but it was hard to hide. The alpha on her shoulder cringed at her admittance.

With a huff Bucky stood and stalked out of the room, leaving her staring after him. Well, looks like she just pissed him off. Maybe she should keep her mouth shut, but it wasn't in her. In moments the brunet was stepping back into the room, but he had brought Steve with him. The two snarling at each other as they paused in the entryway, the door slamming shut.

“No,” Steve snarled only for Bucky to not back down.

Bucky had taken enough of the others refusal to allow their mate a run. Regardless, lone wolf or not, Bucky knew she wouldn't stray far from the cubs fathers. It was instinct, a female was vulnerable when pregnant, even the lone ones knew the best chance for their and the cubs survival was the father, or fathers.

“I say we take her out with us! This is doing no good to keep her cooped up in here! She is going to go steer crazy, not to mention the stress on the cubs!”

“She will run,” Steve snapped turning to realize she was sitting in the chair. Meeting her gaze, he seen the hurt, but she needed structure. “You will, want you?”

“No,” she shook her head, for once sounding innocent, keeping his gaze, but placing a hand on her lower belly. Growing pains.

“Yeah I don’t believe that,” he scoffed. The blond had been snippy with the both of them the entire week, Bucky noting Steve hold her gaze and the hurt flash in her eyes before she turned to look out the window. It shocked Steve, she actually backed down for once.

Ok. That actually stung. Maybe it was the flood of hormones, but she swallowed the lump in her throat, pushing back the tears while it sounded as if the two alphas weren't done with one another. It appeared the pack had already went for their run, meaning it wouldn't be long until Steve left, but had a feeling Bucky would be the one staying this time.

“The cubs-,” Steve snarled, she felt to her bones. The sound of his voice meaning he still looked at her, but she didn't dare look back.

She had the feeling if she did it really would turn into a physical fight, possibly worse than when he wouldn't allow her out of the room the first few weeks. And that, wow, that started with her turning and attacking the blond, but ended with Bucky jumping into the brawl to pin Steve, the blonde in wolf form and Bucky in human form. Though, it did get her out of the room, Bucky taking her for a walk around the compound and getting her a meal in the cafeteria the agents used, but she enjoyed it.

“They will be fine," Bucky snarled back to the blond making him turn to face him though he still eyed the female curled on the chair.

Maybe he was a little hard on her.

"How many females have we seen shift and run with the pack until they were at least 6 months along,” the brunet snipped, hitting Steve in the arm to get him to focus.

Bucky watched him weighing out the options, Steve’s baby blues looking over the woman in the chair who was absentmindedly rubbing her belly. They shared a bed with her, though she stayed closer to Bucky, the blond wasn't going to lie, he ached for her cuddle with him like the brunet. She was carrying their cubs after all, maybe it wouldn't be so bad to let her go on a run. It was rare, even with multiples, the female losing any of the unborn.

Maybe this would make her warmup to him, the entire pack even. He didn't need heightened senses to tell she was longing for a run, tinged with the scent of rejection from his recent harsh words. Apparently a schedule, strict guidelines, or harsh words were not the way to win over their new mate. Turning back to Bucky he shook his head that he was giving in, looking back to her.

“Get changed,” he snipped before leaving. The blond was gone out of the room quickly to let the others know to keep an eye on her during the run.

Quickly she looked back to Bucky who let out a huff that sounded more like a chuckle and looking over to her. Her excitement was that of a very young wolf who was finally allowed on their first run with the older ones. It bled over into him as he gave a lopsided smile.

“Come-on before he changes his mind,” Bucky rushed, hinting she get up as he stepped to the couch next to her chair. Or did, she was on her feet quickly and shedding clothes like him.

In no time the woman shed all clothes in front of the chair making Bucky smirk at her boldness. It was apparent she was very proud of her thick curves, plump thighs and sure of her skill. Leaving Bucky shocked at just how quickly the change took her. The change was excruciating to many but a select few, very old lines, and enhanced wolves seemed immune to the slow change, torn muscles and breaking bones.

In what felt like seconds a large silky coated wolf pranced before him sitting to look over his naked body. A quiet yip made him smirk at her impatience, but a few heartbeats later a bronze coated wolf emerged, one that was rubbing over her excitedly. So much that he knocked her to her side with a playful yelp only to wallow her more.

Another reason she favored Bucky. The brunet showed more affection as if he had been deprived of it. He possibly had, the brunet never speaking to her of being under HYDRAs control, but she was able to gather bits and pieces. Playfully she nipped at his throat, surprised he allowed it, Bucky growling at her playfully, doing the same to her neck.

The door opening made the russet wolf pause. The two looking over to Steve who was bare and eyeing the wolf pinned under Bucky. He had to admit, she was a beautiful creature in both forms, but he still stressed over her running off, especially carrying their cubs.

“Are you two coming with the rest of us or staying here all night,” Steve sniped but not as much as earlier, it sounded as if he had calmed a bit.

In moments a golden coated wolf trotted in to usher them out. Once out on the grass, their mate took a moment to scent the air, both alphas keeping a close eye as she appeared to pause. The two behind her relaxing ever so slightly or that was until she spotted the tree line.

In moments she was gone. The two on her heels but not for long, losing her in the brush and undergrowth. The blond wolf snarled over to the russet who rolled his eyes. Bucky's instinct told him she possibly hadn’t run off. Splitting off from Steve, the older alpha had an idea where she would come out at and sounded to the others to watch for her.

Following his own trail, Steve huffed and snorted the entire time he followed her scent. He knew better than to let Bucky talk him into letting her run tonight. Their bitch had the brunet wrapped around her little finger, but then again Bucky was the one trying to make it work. It appeared all he seemed to do was argue with her and make things worse.

How did he let her know he desired so badly to make it all work? It was in no way a good way to justify his treatment of her, he knew that, but he loved her. Not because she carried their cubs, he loved her the moment he scented her, and he knew so did Bucky.

Head down, Steve never heard the warning yelp, just the sudden pounce of another on his back. Not thinking, the blond wolf acted on instinct, flopping the attacker to their back under him. The pack alpha was preparing to let them have an ass chewing for distracting him but froze. It was her, their mate.

She hadn’t gone far apparently, playfully she licked over his muzzle as he stared at her playfulness with him. This was what he was wanting all along, in moments both changed, Steve’s mortal form falling between the woman's spread thighs. Carefully he wrapped his arms around her shoulders, falling into her, holding tight and lacing his fingers into sweat damp hair to hold her head to the crook of his neck.

Taking his time, Steve relished in the tender moment before allowing her to lay back to the wallowed grass. Steve hovered over her, looking curvaceous form over before taking her lips in a passionate kiss. One she returned, her hands wrapping around sweat damp face before it was broken in haste the moment a brunet wolf leapt into the wallowed clearing.

In moments, Bucky shifted and was on his knees at her head, taking the moment of surprise to seize her lips. One of her hands left Steve to lace into Bucky's sticky locks. The feel of Steve’s calloused hands on plump hips made her body tingle, especially as the blond moved her to position her to her knees, lips never leaving Bucky's.

Gingerly Steve lifted her so her back was flush to his chest, her knees off of the harsh earth and sinking hard cock into heated core slowly. The blond keeping focus on her face as she gasped, Bucky moving forward to assure she was steady. Hastily Steve jerked her lips from Bucky, the blonde taking them without remorse as the woman became pinned between the two alphas while Bucky's fingers pressed over her clit.

Bucky let out a snarl when it appeared Steve wasn’t releasing her lips for the brunet to take once more. The blond holding her off her knees as he thrust into her lazily. The older alpha nipping at her jaw, his hand lacing into her hair in efforts to regain control from Steve.

“Share,” Bucky finally snarled, taking her lips from Steve's to crash his own to hers. Bucky swallowed her whimper but couldn’t stop the grunt the moment her heated hand wrapped around his throbbing girth poking her belly.

The brunet felt her shake, but within moments Bucky realized it was Steve. It was apparent the packs alpha wasn’t lasting as long as he wanted. The moment Steve spilled Bucky was taking their mate out of his arms, and she quickly wrapped her legs around the brunets hips, slowly sinking over his girth. Greedily Bucky swallowed her whimper of pleasure the moment he began to take her roughly.

The brunets rough treatment made her core squeeze tight around him, her arms wrapped tightly around sweat drenched neck as the older alpha didn't relent, fucking into her at a mad pace. Breathing more labored, this wasn't a slow fuck like Steve, this was greed, it scented heavy on the brunet and dared she admit it turned her on more.

It fed her own neediness, turning the woman into a panting wreck in his arms the moment Bucky noted Steve wrapped his hand around her neck. Bucky had his lips pressed into the side opposite Steve, but he knew the blond was leaving marks across her flesh just as he was doing. Letting out a growl when her overheating body jolted between the two at their actions.

The noises falling from her lips spurred Bucky on, velvet walls so tight he couldn’t help but spill his seed into her greedy womb. The action made her own core clench before fluttering around him, the woman a mewling mess in his arms as her release took her. Hastily his lips fell to hers, slowly releasing his arms so she settled back into Steve who held the panting wreck in his arms; Bucky's pulsing cock buried deep in her as the brunet set back to collect himself.

“Ready to run some more doll,” Steve drawled in her ear, feeling Bucky lean forward to nip and mark the opposite side of her neck.

The older alpha's cock still buried in her cunt appeared to not be done with her. She could feel him growing hard again but so was the one pressing into her spine belonging to Steve. Giving a weak whimper she relished in the attention from the two, needless to say it was getting her in the mood for more as well. One’s hand brushing over a nipple while another cherished along her panting side.

This wasn't at all what she had been taught being an alpha, or in this case two alphas mate was to be like. She had heard tales of pack alphas who become overly possessive of their mate, it was a primitive way of thinking, but was glad it didn't appear to be like that with these two. The two males who held her between them tenderly, keeping her from the ground and marking her body as theirs.

“Yeah sweetheart,” Bucky drawled himself, nipping under her ear before sucking a harsh bruise on the soft flesh, earning a moan and writhe between them. “We better go run while we can.”

Carefully Bucky slid from over filled cunt, allowing her hips gently to the ground. Shuffling back, Bucky bounded away a brunet wolf, leaving she and Steve alone.

Lazily she looked up at the blonde who gave a smirk the moment she shifted but stayed on her back. Nipping at his bare chest, she relished in him rubbing his face into her soft throat. In moments the blonde shifted, -he was quick as well-, while she stayed on her back, Steve taking the opportunity to wallow her like Bucky had in the room.

In moments the two bounded around like cubs before Bucky reappeared and joined in. Excitedly the three took off through the wooded area, seeking out the rest of the pack. It was apparent to Bucky, Steve was overly excited, running next to their mate and rubbing against her. The older alpha was glad it appeared it was smoothing out between the two. He knew it wouldn't always be like this but for once glad to not be on guard to keep her fangs off the blonds throat.

Dawn came faster than expected, the call for the pack to return sounding from Steve. Bucky took the opportunity to lead her away from the pack leader. The older alpha knew Steve would have to wait out the entire pack and it gave him the perfect chance to rush back to the room with their mate.

Nipping at her heels, Bucky hurried her into the compound and toward their room. With a yelp she took the stairs to the upper level, leaping onto their floor to shift mortal the instant she pushed the door open. The woman spun in time for Bucky to catch her, hastily sitting her on the kitchen counter so her back faced the door and slammed into her soaked core.

“I want you first this time doll,” he growled, setting a grueling pace for her to brace on the counter. Calloused hands wrapped shaking thighs to keep her in place so he could pound into her juicy cunt. In bliss, her head lulled back heavily while Bucky took her mercilessly, his mate whimpering and moaning out to the room.

“Good baby let him know what he’s missing,” Bucky panted feeling his cock swell.

In desperation he thrust harder, the feel of her tightening around his girth had his hips stuttering. Digging his fingers into plump thighs to leave bruises, his eyes raked over the length of her neck, marked and bruised by his as well as Steve's fangs. God she was everything to him, sweat streaking between her breast, scenting her end while she ground her clit on him when he thrust deep.

Drunkenly her head fell forward, looking at him through half lidded eyes she noted no color showed as he bared fangs to thrust balls deep and pause. Her breath hung in her throat as her own took her, feeling him pulse inside her, seed filling her womb for the second time that night. She noted his care of her, a hand releasing her thigh for the arm to slip around her waist and pull her flush to him.

The brunet smiled at the feel of the younger alpha shivering against him, her arms shaking as they snaked around his torso. Kissing her marked shoulder, Bucky looked to the door. He sensed Steve just on the other side and wasn't disappointed as the door opened, revealing an irritated alpha.

“You heard,” Bucky smirked, nuzzling at their mates neck, stopping long enough to smirk at the blond. The brunet watching as Steve came close, running a hand along her spine to feel her shiver.

“The whole pack heard,” Steve smirked darkly, fingers traveling to the nape of her clammy neck to have her meet his gaze. The pack leader noting the dazed look the blissed-out creature gave him, drinking in her contented smile when he massaged over the back of her neck.

“What do you say we go get our girl cleaned up,” Steve began, taking the limp creature from Bucky who barely allowed her to go with him.

Instinctively her legs wrapped around Steve's waist, overfilled cunt pressing against his hard member. Quietly the blond praised her for not running off, for staying and not fighting them while making his way to the shower.

Stepping into the large stall, warm water instantly began to rain over them, Steve still holding tight to her. She never noted Bucky had followed until the older alpha pressed flush to her back. Carefully Steve maneuvered her to lower tender cunt over throbbing manhood while Bucky pressed a lubed metal digit into her ass.

She wasn’t sure how much more she could take. The pleasure was overwhelming, welcomed but her body shook with exhaustion. Wrapping her arms around Steve’s neck, glad the two males possessed the strength to keep her pressed between them. Allowing them to do the work so she could enjoy the ride.

Carefully Bucky stretched her while Steve kept it slow. It was slow, quiet but for their panting, her throat felt raw from previous events, by no means had she been quiet. Laying her head on Steve's shoulder when Bucky removed his fingers to press his own hard flesh had her forgetting her sore throat to cry out in pleasure. The shower filled with more lewd noises until it all ended with the three froze as if stuck together.

Tenderly the men pulled from her. Keeping their shivering mate between them as she was let to unsteady feet so they could tend to her. Unsure who done what, she felt like a rag doll between the two. The treatment they gave her was very comforting, it eased the worry she had when they first met, maybe pack life wouldn't be too bad.

All three cleaned, Bucky scooped her up, carrying the worn-out woman to their bed to lay her down gingerly. Carefully the brunet leaned down to kiss her lower belly before settling at her side. Steve going to the opposite side to do the same but pausing to lay his ear to her lower abdomen, listening to the three tiny fluttering heart beats.

“Their strong,” she hummed, Steve moving to her side, watching Bucky nuzzle at her neck.

“I know. But they are the first to be born in the pack,” Steve smiled at her sleepy face.

“Steve worries doll," Bucky smiled to the sleepy woman between them. "They have her as their mother. Of course, they are strong,” Bucky chuckled in her ear, watching her turn to take Steve’s nuzzling.

“I know. But I’m allowed to worry. I know you do too Buck. It's our first litter, we're allowed to worry,” Steve nuzzled, making her giggle before trying to hide in Bucky's neck, but she pressed her back to Steve's chest.

“Look at our mate; trying to act all innocent,” Bucky drawled moving to allow Steve to cuddle with her before he done the same.

“Yeah. I know better,” the blond, hummed settling to the mattress and against her back. A calloused hand laying on her belly before moving up to wrap her face, lacing into her hair to turn her head and press his lips to hers.

With a quiet chuckle, Bucky placed his vibranium hand on her lower belly, soothing over it as he watched the two. The brunet studied them close, waiting for the perfect time to take her lips himself.

“Our mate,” Bucky echoed, Steve releasing her, so she could turn to Bucky. Tenderly she placed her lips to his before he settled in front of her.

The female alpha settling heavily between the two who were sure to keep her pressed securely between them. The room growing quiet as the sun began to peak over the tree line. It appeared this was going to be a lazy day for the three, the two men looking forward to it with their mate resting quietly between them.

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Beauty and the Barnes (3)

FANDOM - MARVEL MCU

PAIRING - Bucky X Reader

WARNINGS - Lots of Smut, Light Hints of Non/Dub-Con, Prostitution, Swearing, Dark Bucky. (I can’t stress enough that this is kinda dark, Buckys an asshole and the kind of behavior that goes on in this fic is in no way acceptable in the real world)

When your father falls deathly ill you fall into a lifestyle you would have never predicted for yourself. Selling your body as a high-class escort isn’t ideal but it’s the only way to find the money you need to help your father, until your first client offers you another way.

Bucky’s mean, coarse and gets a kick out of watching you squirm but he is willing to help your father. All you have to do is sign yourself over to The Winter Soldier, body and soul.

Trapped in The Avengers compound, serving as a PA to a man who’s an absolute beast you find yourself wondering if there’s such a thing as a happy ending?

Masterlist

Chapter Three

“I’m Steve Rogers, ma’am. This is Sam Wilson.” The infamous Captain America said, offering you his hand.

You shook it, feeling a sense of calm from his friendly demeanour, opposed to Sam’s Wilsons none too subtle suspicious frowns.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, both of you.” You said, shooting Sam what you hoped was an open, friendly smile.

Sam looked almost horrified for a second after he’d made his assessment of you and he rounded on Steve with a desperate look.

“She’s nice.” He hissed.

“What he means is, it was nice to meet you Belle. We just wanted to say hello and we’re sure we’ll see you around. Let us know if you need anything!” Steve called as he physically dragged Sam out of the room.

“um, ok. Bye?” You said to the now empty room.

That was befuddling and disconcerting to say the least and now, you were alone with no idea what to do next.

“So you’re the one?” Someone behind you said and you whirled round to see the women huddled in the corner staring at you.

“I’m Claudia.”

“Paula.”

“Laura.”

They introduced themselves as if you had a hope in hell of remembering which one was which.

“Ok, and you’re… PA’s?” You guessed.

“General assistants. We help keep the place running for everyone. You’re the only A with a P.” One of them said.

It took you a minute to figure out what she’d said but when you did, your blood boiled over. Bucky had said all the Avengers had their own PA’s… But he’d lied. You were the only one assigned to a specific Avenger. Him, you were assigned to him. What you couldn’t figure out was why, or why he’d lied about it.

“Here’s your stuff. StarkPad, StarkPhone, Security Card and ID.” One of them said, dumping the affermentioned items into your arms.

“Here’s the code of conduct manuals, the map of the compound, company credit card and a copy of all the forms you’ll need to fill out for requests.” Another said, piling those on top of the growing pile of things you needed.

“Alright, please don’t hand me anything else.” You pleaded with the third one before she could talk.

You were starting to suspect that this job was going to be harder than you’d anticipated. You’d been so worried about the more intimate side of it, you’d actually forgotten you were supposed to be doing real work as well.

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“She’s sweet Steve.”

“She is. That’s a good thing!” Steve insisted.

“He’ll break her!” Sam said.

“He will not! Bucky isn’t like that.”

“He’s an ass. This is all your fault, you had to convince him to hire his own assistant didn’t you?” Sam accused.

“He’s too suspicious of the one’s we use and he needs help adjusting to everything. I thought if he chose his own one, it would help. And he made a good choice, you said yourself she seems sweet.” Steve pointed out.

“Too sweet.” Sam grumbled as he turned the corner.

“There’s no such thing.” Steve scoffed.

“There is when she’s working for Barnes.”

“Sam.” Steve warned.

“This is going to end badly, mark my words. I know he’s your friend, I don’t really hate him too much myself but… he’s not good with people Steve. A sweet girl like that, working for a beast like him? It’s going to be a mess.” Sam sighed.

“Maybe she’s exactly what he needs. A gentle touch is something Bucky could benefit from. I think this is going to work out perfectly.” Steve said, hoping he was right.

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It had been a long, strange day. The triplets as you had taken to calling them, had led you around the compound, pointing out every room to you. They had showed you the ropes so to speak, informing you of your list of duties.

It was basically your job to keep Bucky Barnes alive and functioning. You were to make sure he was fed, clothed and where he needed to be every day. You would fend of the reporters who always wanted an interview, keep his appointments, read over and file mission reports (you’d apparently already signed the contracts swearing you to secrecy), log all weapon and tact gear use, clean said weapons and tact gear, drive him wherever he wanted if he asked, shine his shoes if he wanted them shined.

It was already awful and you hadn’t started yet.

The man himself was apparently not even on the premises at the end of the day, so you just left. You had your Starkphone if he needed you and you weren’t supposed to start till tomorrow anyway.

The front door creaked open as you cautiously pushed it open and stood in the frame, the lights from the hallway illuminating you. Your shadow was the only company in the empty home and it was painfully obvious. The house was cold and empty, devoid of the love that usually permeated it. The only sound was your ragged breathing and the click of your heels against the floor before you kicked them off and wandered around your home. Your former home. Because without your father, this was just a building and one that you would be vacating tomorrow.

Your foot kicked something and sent it skidding along the floor, making you jump. You picked it up and turned it over in your hands, gazing at it wistfully. Cornflower blue. In his hurry to pack the essential, your father must have dropped this. It was too late at night to call the clinic and ask to speak to him now, it would have to wait until tomorrow.

With a heavy heart and a sinking feeling in you stomach you undressed, peeling off your underwear carefully and tossing them in the garbage. They had been uncomfortable to wear all dam day, a constant chafing reminder of who you belonged to. And shamefully, they had remained damp because every time you thought about him your body responded in a way that your brain disapproved off immensely.

You stepped into the shower, turning the water as hot as you could stand and you scrubbed yourself raw. The almost pain from the scrubbing helped distract you from the aching emptiness between your thighs that had been there all day. You refused to deliberately seek out any kind of satisfaction or pleasure, you wouldn’t give in to him like that. He had forced you to cum once already, but you had been unprepared for it. You knew better now and you would not do it again. You most certainly would not touch yourself while he was on your mind.

Just no.

Wrapping a towel around yourself you made your way towards your room, almost creeped out by how silent the house was. You knew that there was no way you were going to manage to sleep tonight. You were going to toss and turn all night, thinking about you father and the life that awaited you tomorrow. You decided to just get on with it, your new life. There was no point in waiting.

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It was late and the building was dark and calm, late enough that nearly everyone had gone home or to bed and Peter Parker should really be home himself by now. But as often happened when he was working with Mr Stark, they had gotten so distracted by the science and technology that mundane things like time and real life had slipped beyond their notice. It was only when the dryness in his throat made him cough that Peter managed to tear himself away from the contraption he was helping build and go to get a glass of water from the kitchen. He turned the corner and gaped at what he saw, half convinced the groaning shape stumbling towards him was some kind of terrible monster here to attack the avengers before it passed through a sliver of moonlight and he saw it was a girl, a beautiful girl, weighed down with bags and suitcases.

He walked backwards rapidly, falling back into the lab.

“Mr Stark! There's a girl in the compound!" he whispered frantically.

Tony popped his head up from behind the desk and flipped the spec goggles off.

“Alright kid, you’re tired. Time to get you home.” Tony decided.

"But really, Mr Stark, I saw her." Peter insisted.

“I’m sure you did, but…..” Tony trailed off as the girl in question walked past the glass walls of the lab.

"See, I told you!" Peter said happily.

“Friday, who is that and why is she in my building?” Tony demanded.

“That would be Miss Belle, Boss. Sergeant Barnes new PA.” The AI answered promptly.

“Belle? That’s a nice name, suits her. She’s really pretty.” Peter babbled.

“How can you tell? She has a suitcase for a head.” Tony joked.

“Oh! You’re right.” Peter said, internally facepalming as he rushed out of the lab before Tony could stop him.

“Hey, do you need help?” Peter yelled.

You’d been struggling along, through the dark halls, minding your own business so when a voice suddenly piped up from right behind you, you whirled around, forgetting you were balancing all your earthly possessions in your arms. The uneven distribution of weight finally proved to much for you and you topped over, heading face first for the floor. Peter reacted instinctively and dove forwards, grabbing you around the middle and holding you up.

“Oooft.” You wheezed as all you bags and suitcases crashed to the floor.

“I’m so sorry!” He stammered, pulling you to your feet.

“It’s ok, I should have just taken two trips. It’s not your fault.” You assured, smiling kindly at the young boy who was rapidly turning a worrying shade of red.

“I’m Parker. Peter. Peter Parker.”

“Close your mouth kid. Belle is it? Why exactly are you wandering about my halls with 10,000 tonnes of suitcases? You realise there’s a building of burly superhero’s to take advantage of right?” Tony asked, standing in the doorway of the lab with an amused look on his face.

“Mr Stark, hello.” You said, sticking your hand out politely.

Tony took in the way you were practically vibrating with nerves and blushing and the way you raised your chin and looked him in the eye anyway and decided he liked you.

“Hello.” He chirped teasingly, slapping your palm with his instead of shaking your hand.

“I was just… moving in?” You offered.

“I’ll help, where’s your room?” Peter asked and you turned your head to see him already balancing all your suitcases in his hands and walking down the corridor.

“Thank you!” You exclaimed, touched by his kindness.

“Where’s your room?” Tony prompted.

“Oh, I’m staying in Bucky’s rooms. Not his room, his spare room. In his suite. You probably shouldn’t go in?” You said nervously.

“I’ll leave them at the door.” Peter called, already halfway down the corridor.

“You’re staying in Barnes spare room? You can have your own you know, I can hook you up.” Tony offered nonchalantly, hiding genuine concern behind his casual attitude.

“That’s alright Mr Stark, I think it’s better to be close by in case I’m… needed. I’m not used to being alone anyway.” You assured.

“Listen, Barnes is… difficult. If you have any trouble with him, let me know.” He said kindly, almost fatherly.

Speaking of fatherly… Bucky was saving your fathers life. You would do whatever the Super Solider asked of you and do it with a damn smile, your pride be damned.

“He doesn’t seem so bad. I think I’m going to get along with him fine. But thank you.” You lied politely.

“I left them on the floor in the hall outside his door, are you sure you can manage them from there?” Peter asked, bounding towards you.

“I can, I’ve got it. Thank you Mr Parker.” You said, smiling fondly at the sweet kid who reminded you of a Springer Spaniel.

“Goodnight Miss Belle.” He called as you walked away and you spun around to wave at him.

“Told you she was pretty.” Peter whispered to Tony.

You made your way to your new home and saw that the door to Bucky’s suite was open and your bags were nowhere to be seen. You peered inside curiously, only to see Bucky walking out of the room he’d assigned you.

“Are you going to stand in the doorway all night?” He asked, without glancing at you.

You closed the door behind you as you made your way inside and to your room.

“Oh, wow.” You gasped.

The bedroom wasn’t at all what you expected. You figured it would be very basic but it wasn’t. The walls were a warm greyish blue, the floors were dark wood laminate flooring and there was a black fur rug covering the floor. It was all very cosy and inviting but hardly gasp worthy. It was the bed, the dark wooden four poster queensize bedframe that had been draped with mounds of fluffy, plump pillows and soft looking blankets that had caught your attention.

“What were you expecting, a damp dark cell?” Bucky scoffed, noticing the look on your face.

“I just wasn’t expecting quite so much… comfort.” You admitted.

“Starks big on things like that.” Bucky said, hurriedly picking up a discarded tag from the new pillows that he had missed earlier, before you spotted it.

You stifled a yawn that was building in your throat, seeing the ridiculously looking comfy bed was making you realise just how tired you were.

“Keep out of my room.” Bucky snapped, out of the blue.

“Hmm?”

“My room. It’s off limits to you. No matter what happens you never ever go in my room. Do you understand me?” He said seriously and you nodded.

“I’ll stay out of your room, I promise.” You said softly, a little frightened by the harsh expression on his face.

“You can go wherever you want in the compound. Use whatever, the gym or the theatre. I don’t care. As long as you get everything that I tell you to do done and you come running when I call, I don’t give a damn what you do when I’m not using you.” He snapped and you winced at the wording.

“I understand.”

His expression softened slightly when he saw you wince but you didn’t notice, you were busy looking at the bed again. It occurred to you that as comfy as it looked, it would be used for more than sleeping. You felt him move behind you and you were very quickly enclosed in his arms as he picked you up like you weighed nothing and threw you across the room. You yelped as you landed on the gigantic bed, sinking into the mattress.

“Sleep. You’re going to need your rest.” He warned, slamming your bedroom door closed behind himself and leaving you alone with one consuming terrifying thought bouncing around your skull.

You were disappointed that he had left.

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So I guess I'm doing this story then, it's been greenlit! All the feedback made me realise that you guys wanted to read it and so I shall write it. Thank you :D

No smut, just the setting up of some plot points. Some Easter Eggs as well... ((The Bimbettes (Individual names Claudette, Laurette and Paulette) are identical blonde triplets who fawn over Gaston in Beauty and the Beast.))

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