#under all that cringe awkwardness and feeling bad about the way he acted buck was struggling with his own identity - hence the word fraud

[louisferrignojr]

evan buckley is the poster child for comphet bisexuals

putting this here so i don't forget about it, my blog is my journal etc etc.

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Seeing Red | bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x actress!reader (part 4)

(part 1) (part 2) (part 3)

series summary: bucky used to brag that he didn’t have a celebrity crush, or really care about famous people at all, which is what made him the perfect person to start working for a celebrity like yourself.  except, of course, it’s just his luck that he’d fall for you.  

word count: 5.3k

warnings: smut!!, overstimulation, oral f receiving, lots of dirty talk and begging, very very subtle d/s dynamics if you squint, slight angst??, awkwardness, pining 

Bucky’s heart was racing as he tried to prepare himself for what was coming.  It was never easy to watch that scene of you being fucked by somebody else— even if it wasn’t real, and even if it was technically your character that was getting fucked— but it was going to be an entirely new struggle with you a foot away, laying next to him on your bed.

“We only did two takes of this,” you remembered, talking over the conversation on-screen.  The smash cut to you being shoved against a wall, lips fighting for dominance in a searing kiss, made you chuckle.  “This we had to do, like, a million takes.”

Bucky’s hand tightened into a fist at the idea of you kissing this guy over and over.  “I’m sure he was real broken up about that,” he grumbled sardonically.

“No, I promise he actually was,” you defended, “I was terrible.  I kept laughing and ruining it, and it meant we had to keep starting over.”

That relieved some of his jealousy, hopeful that laughing meant you weren’t attracted to your co-star or turned on by filming a love scene.  He still felt his heart clench as he watched your shirt get pushed up and two hands (both flesh, like he was showing off or something) grab at your breasts.  Sooner than he was prepared for it, you were being thrown down onto the bed and moaning loudly, nails digging into his back as he stared down at you.

“I can’t even imagine how many guys have gotten off to this scene,” you shuddered.

I can’t believe I’m one of them, Bucky thought as he swallowed dryly.  “What about the guys on set?” he wondered aloud.  “Do they ever, you know, get…” he whistled and pointed his finger up straight, hoping it was enough to get the idea across.

You laughed, playfully shoving him on the shoulder.  “They have tape for that, to keep everything down in case they get a little too into it.”

Glancing to the screen, he wondered how this guy didn’t pop the tape right off.

“Have you ever…?” Bucky pressed, heart rate picking up as he pushed the boundaries a little bit.

“Have I ever… been turned on, while filming?” you finished his question.  “No,” you scoffed, sounding bemused and taking another swig of your drink.

“Why not?”

“I guess they’re just not my type,” you shrugged.

“Movie stars aren’t your type?” Bucky joked, but your answer was completely serious.

“Nope.”

He nodded slowly as he contemplated that, taking a moment to build up the courage to ask his next question.  “What is your type?”

You smirked a little, and he wasn’t sure at all what it meant aside from the fact that he was done for.  Whatever you were gonna say was sure to break his heart.  “Tall, dark, not famous…”

He could so picture you picking up fans at bars; you must have no trouble at all finding guys to mess around with.  Yep, totally heartbreaking.

“Good driver…” you continued, voice a little quieter and a little deeper.

Bucky cleared his throat anxiously.  “I guess that rules me out.”

“What?  You’re great; haven’t even blown any red lights or made illegal U-turns.”

“I mean, good drivers don’t eavesdrop on their passengers,” he explained, “especially when they’re with tall, dark, not-famous friends of theirs in the back.”

You laughed a little, half-lidded eyes looking him up and down.  He felt very exposed under your gaze.  “I didn’t mind,” you shrugged.

Oh god, oh fuck, Bucky’s mind raced, we’re talking about it.  All this time and we’re finally talking about it.  What the fuck do I say?  “I still shouldn’t have—” he began.

“I wanted you to,” you interrupted firmly.

“You… wanted me to look?”

“Wanted you to do a lot more than that,” you admitted.

He looked back at you with wide eyes, entirely devoid of thoughts or words or ideas on what to do in the moment.  Sure, it was pretty heavy flirting, but it wasn’t necessarily an invitation.  You said wanted, past tense, it didn’t mean you wanted him now.  Maybe you were just letting him know he missed his chance.  If he did the wrong thing and upset you, he’d never forgive himself.

“Seemed like you were pretty satisfied with what he was doing,” he remembered, hearing the waver in his voice and cringing.

“Only cause I was thinking about you,” you grinned.  “I do that a lot, actually.  I’m just usually alone when I do it…”

He shivered as you shifted onto your side and leaned towards him, reaching across his body to set your beer down on the bedside table next to him; with you so close, he feared his heart would beat out of his chest.  With the beer set aside, all you had to do was let your hand pull back to rest on his chest, and lift your leg up to rest on his, and you were straddling his side like it was the most simple, casual thing in the world.

But it wasn’t.  It was the most insane thing that had ever happened to him.  He looked down at you and blinked a few times, confident the hallucation would end but nope, he could feel the warmth of you radiating through his clothes, threatening to burn him alive.

“I’m usually in this bed, right here,” you continued slowly, and he had trouble keeping track of what you were saying with your finger trailing along his chest through his shirt, “warm under the covers, wearing a lot less than this, knowing you’re just a few rooms away and wishing you would come in here and touch me…”

"I’m here now,” he replied, just louder than a whisper.  “Can I touch you?" 

“Take off the gloves,” you requested softly.  He was quick with the right one, but hesitated before removing the left— the moment of truth.  Your breath hitched as the light caught the golden and black metal, and he winced.

“That bad?”

“No, no,” you denied, “it’s… sort of beautiful, actually.”

With you wrapped around his left side, it was natural for his right hand to move up your thigh.  His left hand brushing against your face seemed to surprise you, though.

"I'm sorry, is it cold?" he asked gently.

"A little," you giggled, "but I don't mind."

Demonstrating how little you minded, in fact, you slowly kissed the tips of his bionic fingers, getting more and more adventurous until you were suddenly slipping two of them into your mouth and down past your throat.

"Fuck," he shivered, silently thanking whatever gods were out there that technology made him capable of feeling the wet warmth of your mouth on his fingers.

"Just skin everywhere else, right?" you smirked.  "It's not a Swiss army knife down there?"

"Nope," he laughed, "flesh an' blood."

The blood aspect was especially salient as his cock filled so fast he thought he might pass out.  Your hand slipped down and started to ghost over the front of his jeans, and he fought every instinct to keep from bucking up into your hand.  You started to go for his belt but he sat up a bit.

“Wait,” he requested, clutching your shoulders a little; as soon as you looked back at him, he pulled you into a kiss, probably a little too aggressively but he was too pent up to care.  After all this waiting, he actually had to hold himself back a bit compared to how he really wanted to kiss you.  He moved his lips against yours slowly but with determination— and it was you, in the end, that started to slide your tongue along his lips until he opened them, giving him a chance to taste your mouth like he’d dreamed of for so long.  Past the beer was the unmistakable flavor of you, and he was instantly addicted to it.  His arms wrapped around you and held you close, one hand tangling in your hair a bit as you started to lean into his palm.  Your hands clutched at his shirt, the warmth of your touch managing to permeate through to his skin, and he heard the softest moan from you right against his lips.  It was perfection, and he would’ve been happy to stay like that forever if it weren’t for you sitting up to straddle him.  He couldn’t decide if it was the sight of you on top of him, or the weight of your body on his, or the feeling of your thighs clenching a bit just above his throbbing cock— it was probably all three, but he suddenly became so needy for you that his head was spinning.

Still absorbed in the kiss, he reached down and gently pulled at the knot holding your robe shut, letting it fall open before pushing it off your shoulders slowly.  You smiled against his lips and sat up, taking it off the rest of the way to reveal your entire nudity underneath.  You’d think that he would’ve wished to be naked with you, and that certainly would’ve made a few of his ideas a lot easier to act upon, but something about your bare body compared to his covered one— something about your mound grinding on his jeans like that— drove him fucking wild.

“God, baby,” he praised with a purr, running his hands all over whatever he could reach.  A movie could never do a body like this justice.  It deserved to be appreciated and worshipped in person, which was exactly what he planned to do.

“Your turn,” you giggled as you leaned down, unbuttoning his shirt hastily.  He was proud of the way you bit down on your lip as his skin was exposed, though he was also a bit embarrassed to reveal he was wearing his dog tags underneath.  “A little more metal under here than I was expecting,” you smirked, trailing an errant finger over the silver chain.  “There’s always more to you than meets the eye… what other secrets are you hiding, hm?”

Right now, he wanted you to have all his secrets.  He wanted to give you everything.  “I’ve wanted this for so long,” he admitted first.

“I don’t think that’s that much of a secret,” you smirked as you finished the last button. 

He sat up to help you discard the shirt, shivering as your touch trailed over his chest, his abs; then his scars, and the rest of the arm.  He used it to pull you down by your neck for another kiss, testing the waters by getting a touch rougher and letting more of his desperation seep through.  You responded very well, your moans gliding from your tongue onto his as your hips started to rock on top of his.  “Needy little thing, aren’t ya?” he gently mocked, smiling as he started to kiss down your neck and onto your shoulder.  “Ridin’ me through my jeans, like a damn teenager dry-humping after prom.”

“Hnng, Bucky,” you choked, slowing down.

He grabbed your hips with both hands.  “Hey, I didn’t say to stop.”  

With a moan and renewed vigor, you moved faster on top of him, the rough denim clearly a bit too much for your sensitive clit as your thighs began to quiver where they were clamped down around his.  The stimulation on his cock, alternatively, was rather dulled through such thick clothing— it was just enough to keep him desperate, but not enough to get him too near coming, which was the way he wanted it at the moment.  If anything, it was the sight of you rubbing yourself on him desperately that put his restraint at risk.

“Can you feel how hard I am, baby?” he growled a little.  “Can you feel how hard you make me?”

You nodded with a little gasp.  "God, Bucky, I want it in me now."

"Not yet, pretty girl,” he soothed with a smirk.  “I need to taste you first."

He flipped you onto your back and settled on top of you between your legs; he kissed you one more time, resisting the urge to rub his hips on yours again before heading down south to suck your nipple between his lips.  You were so sensitive, moaning loudly each time his tongue circled the bud, and he moaned at the feeling of the skin hardening against his tongue.  He made sure to give some attention to the other one before making a show of kissing down your chest and stomach, looking back up at you with a stare that he could only hope carried all the weight that he was feeling.

"I get it," you grinned down at him, "this is how you reclaim your territory.  You're gonna do what he did to me, but so much better until I can't even remember his name, right?"

"Sweetheart, you didn't even remember his name thirty seconds after it happened,” he reminded you between kisses, moving lower and lower on the bed.

"So you're not trying to assert dominance over sexual competition?" you pressed with a gleam of challenge in your eyes.

"You need to stop reading those evolutionary biology books," he laughed, but then got a bit more stern. "Think of it this way: I don't see any of those stupid boys as competition.  They're nothing.  It's you who needs to know that nobody can make you feel as good as I can."

That seemed to shut you up for the moment, and he smirked before getting back to work kissing along your spread thighs and shaking hips.  He could already smell your need in the air, intoxicating to the point that he struggled to stay focused on mercilessly teasing you.  He wanted to taste you so bad, but he needed to hear you beg him for it.  He started with one finger gently exploring your folds, slow and light, until he felt your hips trying to push up into him for more stimulation.  Then all he had to do was kiss that spot right on the inside of your thigh that wasn’t quite where you wanted him, and you arched your back with a desperate whine.  “Bucky, please,” you whimpered. 

He laughed a little, amused by your little sobs and the way your hands clutched at the comforter beneath you.  “Tell me what you need, sweetheart.”

“Your mouth,” you gasped.

“Where do you want it?” he asked innocently.

You snarled with irritation but answered anyway.  “My pussy.”

“I don’t think I understand,” he encouraged, voice getting deeper on accident as his own arousal became too intense to ignore.

You growled frustratedly but got what he was getting at.  “I need your mouth on my pussy, Bucky, please…”

“Well, why didn’t you say so, darlin’?  All you had to do was ask,” he grinned as he roughly grabbed your thighs and buried his face in between them, sloppily exploring you with his tongue until your taste coated his mouth and overwhelmed all his senses.

“Fuck!” you yelped, shivering against him.  “Oh god, yes, Bucky, oh my god…”

“Is this what you wanted, pretty girl?” he asked, pulling back just as much as he needed to to speak.

“Yes, Bucky, just like that,” you nodded wildly, “feels so good, don’t fucking stop, please—”

He dove in again, finding a pattern that allowed him to suck on your clit and push his tongue inside you simultaneously.  That was the combination that seemed to rile you up most, your hands searching for something to hold on to until they suddenly found purchase gripping his hair, guiding him as your hips bucked against his face.  That was fine with him— more than that, in fact, cause he thought it was so sexy when you demanded control like that— until you switched from pulling him in to pushing him away.  That wouldn’t do at all; with a growl, he grabbed your wrists and forced them down beside you, holding them firm as he licked at you rougher and faster.

“Fuck, Bucky,” you sobbed, back arching so much that he had to fight to keep you in his mouth, “right there, right there— oh fuck, I’m gonna come.”

He nodded, but it wasn’t permission; it was ‘of course you are.’

Your walls clenched so hard that your entire sex was pulsing in his mouth, your taste getting stronger in the same way your moans got louder.  He wanted to hold you there as long as you could, and that turned out to be quite a while; he stopped when your screams of pleasure started to push too far into pain, finally letting you rest… for a moment, that is.

He watched your panting breaths catch as he slowly pushed a finger into your hole; it was still pulsing a little bit from the orgasm, and was unbearably hot and wet.

"Fuck, this pretty little pussy is tryin' to suck me in, you see that?  Wants me so bad…"

"M-more, Bucky, please," you whispered.  He obeyed and slipped in a second finger, slowly twisting and trying to open you up for him.

"You like that, pretty girl?" he asked with a smile as he watched your back arch, returning to suck on your clit without waiting for an answer.  He relished the weight of your thighs on his shoulders, taking mental note of where he had to touch you to make them clench around his head.  You kept repeating 'yes' but he didn't think it was intended as an answer to his question because he was pretty sure you hadn't even heard the question.  Still, it was answer enough nonetheless.

He could tell it wouldn't take that long to get you there again, with your g-spot all swollen from the last one.  He didn't push too hard on it yet, just letting his fingers curl ever so slightly to apply a teasing amount of pressure.  

"Don't you wanna fuck me?" you moaned between sobs.

His cock seemed to process that question before his brain did.   "Yes," he answered quickly, even though he thought it was rude to talk with his mouth full.

"Then get on with it," you suggested desperately.  "Come on up here and fuck me."

"I'm not done with this yet," he insisted.

Your head fell back as you hissed frustratedly through your teeth.  "Damn you and your… thoroughness."

"No point in doing anything if you're not gonna do it right," he laughed.  "Besides, I couldn't stop now when you're about to come."

You looked back at him for a second like you didn't agree with that assessment, until he curled his fingers again and your walls rippled erratically around him.  "Fuck," you shuddered.  “Please fuck me, please fuck me, please,” you sobbed, “I need it so bad, I need you inside me— Bucky, pleasepleaseplease—”

He growled against your skin, struggling to resist that but desperate to make you come just one more time before he gave in.  His cock really hated that he wasn’t giving you what you wanted, throbbing and weeping another drop of precum just to remind him of his own desperation.  But he stayed strong, focusing on his task as he felt your walls tighten around him with another orgasm.

You nearly screamed with this one, your voice breaking as your nails dug into the bed beneath you.  You looked fucking perfect with your head thrown back in pleasure like that— and you tasted even better as a gush of your arousal coated his tongue.  

He kept circling your bud with his tongue until you started to sob a little and try to push him off of you, “can’t take anymore, please—”

And he took pity on you, for once— or maybe it was moreso pity on himself as he sat up and palmed himself through his jeans.  He was so hard it hurt, and you looked like you could tell by the way you looked up at him: a glimmer of mischief in your eyes, still, even with the way they’d glazed over a bit from coming so hard.  “Get over here,” you purred as you sat up and pulled him down on top of you, kissing him again as your hands slipped down to clutch at his chest.

Of everything he’d imagined, he had never even thought to consider what it would be like to be undressed by you.  Those nimble fingers fiddling with his belt, working open his fly and zipper with such unabashed desperation, like you needed him more than you’d ever needed anything… truly, it was intoxicating.

Then again, it was nothing compared to your hand slipping into his boxers and wrapping around his cock.  He was sure he’d never gotten so much out of just one touch before, and he had to fight off the moan bubbling in his throat.  Your hands were so soft as they started to gently stroke him; his hips moved of their own accord as they started to thrust into your grasp.

“God, I need you to fuck me,” you groaned, “please, Bucky, need it so bad.”

Entirely speechless as this point, all he could do was nod as he pushed your hands off of him, pushing his jeans off quickly so as to be away from you as briefly as he could manage— and then he was on you again, kissing you everywhere he could reach, moaning when he finally let his cock brush between your legs for a moment.  Even just that and he was already coated in your slick: the rewards of demanding to be thorough, clearly.

“Please,” you sobbed, “put it in me, can’t wait any more, I’ve waited so long…”

It almost made him stop to think, because it was ambiguous if you just meant tonight or more.  But you were begging him for his cock so he wasn’t really in any position to think.

So many times he had wondered if your real moans sounded anything like your fake ones from the movie.  He fantasized for months about a chance to make the comparison.  But with you in front of him, under him, biting down on your lip as he pushed into your perfect warmth, he couldn’t even remember that you’d ever been in a movie.  He couldn’t think about anything else but this moment, right now, and he didn’t want to.

“God, Bucky,” you sighed, as if the two were being regarded at the same level in your mind— and he wasn't even halfway in yet.

Equal parts of him wanted to ease you into it and to tear you in half.  You'd always ignited this paradox in him, this instinct to protect and to destroy, this desire to cherish you and dominate you, but it was most apparent now.  It made him worry that he could never really give you what you deserved, but naturally, he was at his most selfish in this moment.  He had only just begun to push himself into you and he was ready to justify anything to get the rest of the way and bury himself to the hilt.

Your body opened up to him slightly, enough that he felt mostly right about going a little deeper; you gasped and clutched at his forearm, and that was only just barely enough to stop him as a sick pressure of arousal made his gut twist.  Oddly enough, your nails biting into his skin did more to egg him on than it did to slow him down.

He kept his eyes trained on where your bodies were joined, watching in awe at the way you looked stretched out around him; he could feel your struggle to take him in the way your walls quivered and quaked, but he could hear how much you enjoyed it as you moaned and gasped beneath him.

"I want it all, Bucky, please," you begged.  Just because he needed to, he was rough with the last inch— not enough for it to be really brutal, but plenty to elicit a precious little sob from you.

It felt so good to be all the way in you that it nearly made him dizzy.  

"Baby," you whispered, and it sounded just like the way you'd said it in the back of the car, just like the way he'd committed to memory and stowed away in his mind to visit whenever he needed to feed his addiction.

How could his chest not burn with jealousy when he remembered that night?  How could he cope with that jealousy with anything but pinning you down and fucking you hard and fast like it was the end of the goddamn world?

You all but screamed as he did it, your whole body shaking as he pounded into you.  He feared it would be more than you could handle but you went from wet to dripping in an instant, your moans loud and hoarse but undeniably a sound of pleasure.  It turned him on even more to know that you liked getting fucked this hard; maybe he didn't need to worry so much about holding back, if this was gonna make you bite your lip and look up at him like that.

"Bucky, oh my god," you sighed, a hint of disbelief in your tone, "it's so good, fuck, you feel so good…"

He wanted to hear more, but he couldn't resist capturing your lips in a kiss first, sloppy and aggressive and needy but overall perfect.  It was almost like he could taste your moans as they vibrated over his tongue, until he could barely tell his apart from yours anymore.  Pulling back, his dog tags were dangling over your face, and you looked so damn good with his name tickling your skin.  

When he lifted your legs and pushed them back up into your chest, you snarled and clutched at the sheets beneath you.  "Too deep?" he asked, not sure himself if it was concern or taunting or somewhere in the middle.

"So fucking deep," you answered, "but not too deep."

"Then maybe I'm not deep enough," he smirked, and you laughed.

"You're trying to ruin me, is that it?" you pressed.

He was afraid to be entirely honest, but your tone wasn't one of fear.  "Something like that," he admitted after a moment.

"It's working," you sighed as you pulled him down by the chain of his tags, kissing him again as your arms slipped around his neck and held him close.

His hands squeezed your thighs, before taking a detour to run up and down your legs.  It made you shiver, and he felt it from inside you which was overwhelmingly erotic.  The time he’d spent making you come so many times was paying off: for one, you were so wet it made him feel a little-lightheaded, but also it meant that he felt familiar with your body now.  He knew what it meant when your walls tightened just so, when you bit your lip that way, when your moans sounded all breathy and strained.  That being, of course, that you were about to come— and he couldn’t wait for you to come just from being fucked, make a mess all over his cock.

And yet, there was still so much more to discover: like how it felt when your legs wrapped around his hips to keep him inside, or when your fingers dug into his shoulders as you looked up at him.

“Gonna come,” you warned him with half-lidded eyes and your mouth fallen slack, “oh my god, Bucky, you’re gonna make me come.”

He growled and tightened his grip on your thigh— something to stabilize him as he fought so hard to stave off his own orgasm.  You felt so good and he could probably come just from the sight of you like this anyways, let alone being inside you right now.  Think about baseball think about baseball think about baseball—

“Yes!” you screamed.  “Right there, oh fuck, Buckyyyyy!” 

“Fuck,” he hissed, completely unable to think about anything but you, lost in the way you cried out his name as your walls fluttered and pulsed around him so perfectly.  

Maybe he was disturbed for thinking you looked pretty with your eyes filling with tears.  He was definitely disturbed for taking some pride in making you cry.  Of course, only because he was making you cry from this.  If he had it his way, Bucky would make you cry in only this way, every day, forever— and make sure nobody made you cry in any other way, while he was at it.  You hiccuped your sob as he continued to pound into you, refusing to let up even as he leaned down to kiss away your tears.  “S-so good,” you mumbled weakly, “Bucky… please…”

"Fuck, gonna come— I'm gonna come," he stammered his warning.

"Inside me, please," you whimpered, "I want it inside me."

"Jesus Christ," he hissed, shaking his head in some form of exhausted shock.  You grinned, wrapping your hands around his neck and pulling him closer to you until your lips brushed against his ear.

"Bucky, I want you to come inside me," you repeated in a slow whisper.  "I want every drop of your come in my pussy, I wanna be so full of you, I wanna feel it leaking out all night, I want you to make me yours."

How was he supposed to hold back anymore, with you talking like that?  With you weaving your fingers into his hair and tightening your legs around his hips, with you kissing him deeply and suddenly?  A weak moan was lost to your lips as he filled you, warmth washing over every part of him until he thought he might just melt.  You smiled against him, and he summoned just enough strength to not collapse on top of you and surely crush you with his weight.  Instead, he gave you one last kiss before burying his face in your neck, laughing exhaustedly.  

"Mine, huh?” he remembered.  “You really mean it?"

You hummed quietly, holding him tightly.  "I probably shouldn't answer that question just after you made me come a dozen times."

"No no, you should,” he pressed as he pushed up to hover over you.

You smiled and looked back up at him.  "I'm yours, Bucky."

He growled, leaning down to give your neck light teasing kisses.  "Fuck, keep talkin' like that and I'll double that dozen."

"My body couldn't take it," you asserted.

"I'd make you take it," he promised.

You bit down on your lip, and he couldn't help but chuckle a little.  You weren't as good at feigning innocence as you seemed to think.

"Oh, you like that," he posited.  "Maybe someday I'll tie you down and make you come until all you know how to do is say my name, hm?"

"Bet it wouldn't even take you that long," you admitted.  "I already feel pretty braindead."

Testing that theory, he reached down and drew light circles over your swollen clit with his thumb, even just that subtle touch making your legs and inner walls quiver as your back arched.

"Bucky," you whimpered as you tried to push his hand away, "s'too much, please…"

"Nuh uh, pretty girl, I wanna see you fall apart again.  You know how many times I dreamed of making you come?"

You shook your head.

"Me either, but I wanna keep doing it until I feel like I've reached a number that at least comes close.  I've finally got you in my arms and I won't let you go until I've made up for all the time I wasted."

Notably, his cock which had begun to soften inside you was now getting hard again, from some combination of watching you and feeling you in this moment.

“How do you feel about a second round?” he suggested with a smirk, even as his muscles ached already.  Your eyes went wide but your walls clenched, too.  That was answer enough for him.  “I might break you,” he warned.

“Promise?” you smirked.

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remnants (2)

ransom drysdale x reader

in which you have to protect ransom drysdale because he has the same face as steve rogers, your ex who’s gone back to peggy

pairing : ransom x reader

warnings : angst? mentions of guns

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ransom doesn’t remember the last time he was this dumbfounded.

his hands graze over the grainy picture of a andy barber who looks just like him.

down to the very mole on his left cheek, every feature seems to fit perfectly with his.

“we believe, these are all alternate versions of you,”sam glances at ransom, biting into a stale piece of bread, “steve, to be more precise.”

“so what? I’m a clone?” he huffs, cringing at his own words.

yoi look up from your plate and realise he’s looking at you for an answer.

“we don’t know but we do know they’re not from this timeline.” you pick at the canned beans with your fork.

you never really had an appetite on days like these.

“who? them?” he raises the stack of papers.

you nod, placing your fork down.

“thet all popped out of nowhere when everyone else came back after the blip. no one’s heard of them before.” bucky explains, picking up your fork and handing it back to you.

you grimace, glancing at the goopy mess on your plate.

“and what do you mean, timeline?” ransom questions, observing you and bucky.

you guys were close, that was evident enough from the way he’s been trying to get you to eat something.

but just how close were y-

“we don’t know.” sam gruffs, his throat parched from the dry, flaky bread.

ransom rolls his eyes, “what do you know?”

“that the only way you’re not going to end up like them is by staying with us.” bucky gestures towards the papers with his fork.

ransom slouches back in his chair, horrified at the thought of being in this dump for any longer.

he had to sleep on the couch, if you could call it one, last night and he’s pretty sure he saw some rats scurry by while washing his face earlier today.

and did he mention the clothes? he’s in a horribly mismatched shirt and sweatpants that feels like gravel on his skin.

his stomach growls but he’d rather starve than eat that soupy thing infront of him.

“it’s only for a few days, weeks at most. because of the blip, hydra’s suffered, they’re outresourced. the problem is, we are too.” you offer a sympathetic smile.

you kind of felt bad for him.

he sighs, “can we go shopping or something for clothes and food. actual edible food?”

“what can you get with,” sam dramatically digs into his pockets, pulling out a single bill, “five bucks?”

of course, he’d be stranded with three strangers, only five bucks to their names.

“aren’t the avengers supposed to be loaded?” ransom asks in disbelief.

“not everyone has a wealthy grandpa.”

-

“hey, what’s up?” sam walks in, a little too breezily.

you narrow your eyes as he awkwardly shifts around, looking for a place to sit.

the floor is covered with files and documents, you’d been rummaging around, searching for other safehouses set up by shield years ago.

“let me guess, you want to ask me how I’m doing?” you sigh, flipping over another file report from years ago.

he has a sheepish smile on his face as he picks up a file and starts flipping through.

“we’ve been at this for months now and this is the first time we’ve ever met one of them.” he trails off, hesitantly.

“and?”

he looks at you, raising his eyebrows.

you can’t bring yourself to meet his eyes cause you hate to see the pity in them. hate that he knows you’re still hurting.

“just let us know if it gets too much.” he says, softly.

the stupid lump forms in your throat again and you busy yourself, picking up another file.

you flip to the first page, instantly recognising the familiar scrawlings.

cause you were used to seeing those on little notes Steve used to leave you.

you vaguely remember this mission, it was a grueling week of staying undercover as the new siblings in town until shield gave a green light on pursuing the subjects.

you’d never laughed so hard than when your new neighbour had caught you two making out, revolted by the act of incest she thought she’d just witnessed.

a gunshot outside alerts you, breaking your thoughts.

“relax, bucky’s teaching him how to use a gun.” sam chuckles, eyes still trained on the file.

“a gun? why?”

“precautionary measures.”

you furrow your brows, “for what?”

he shuts the file, giving you a look.

you realise why.

“no, he’s not coming with us. are you crazy?” you end up yelling.

joaquin had tipped you guys off about a run-down, abandoned hydra base that would hopefully answer some questions.

and there was no way you were letting them bring Ransom there.

“listen, if we leave him here, there’s no saying what might happen so we don’t have a choice.” he sighs, trying to reason.

“well, one of us can stay here, babysit him.”

he scoffs, “really? who?”

you hate to admit it but he was right.

ransom couldn’t stay here alone and no one would agree to staying behind to miss out on the action.

“well, I’ll go help.” you grit your teeth, storming out of the room.

a second shot goes off as you push the front door, greeted by the bright rays of the sun.

bucky’s passing the gun onto ransom who looks hesitant.

you know he’s never held one by the way his hand grips around it, a little too tight.

he aims at a can placed infront shakily, his posture awkwardly stiff.

you can’t help but walk over, holding out your hand.

he hands you the gun, muzzled pointed right at his legs.

you swiftly grab it, “first thing, don’t point this thing anywhere unless you want to shoot.”

bucky cocks his head in amuse.

you always flunked on training the new recruits back in shield and yet here you were, voluntarily helping ransom.

“your right hand, grip this here,” you guide ransom’s hand along the back strap, “your left hand, under it. Support it.”

he looks over at you, seemingly for approval.

and suddenly, you can’t breathe.

the familiarity of this catching you offguard yet again.

but it had been you in ransom’s place and steve in yours.

“it’s gonna be pretty loud.” you clear your throat, fixing his stance slightly.

a hesitant pull of the trigger, completely missing the can.

he scratches his head, adorning a sheepish smile which shouldn’t feel as endearing.

“wow, you’re really bad at this.” bucky exhales, earning a side eye from you.

“can’t I just hold a pepper spray or something?”

-

your eyes fall on the bag of transceivers, that you guys’d been heavily relying on these past couple of months.

however, beyond a minute they’d track you instantly. so every call made was timed under a minute.

“you know, you can call your family if you want.” you mumble, loading the car with boxes of tech sam needs lying around or else he swears red wing will “go hungry”.

he’s sitting in the passenger seat, legs out on the ground, hands in his pockets.

you bite back a passive agressive remark about how he could be helping you right now.

“no, that’s fine.” he mutters, an unreadable expression on his face.

based on the information you’d dug up on him, you knew their family wasn’t exactly close.

but if their son was being hunted down by crazed psychos hell bent on bringing chaos to the world, they surely had the right to know.

“our phones are untraceable, it’s safe if you keep it under a minute.” you reach out to grab one.

“s’okay, they won’t care.” he gruffs, shrugging his shoulders.

you breathe out an “oh”, internally smacking yourself for insisting.

an awkward silence follows as you resume loading the last box, shutting the trunk.

“who’s ready for a roadtrip?” sam gleams, palms raised.

you wrinkle your nose at the familiar smell of kerosene.

“do you guys have to do this everytime?” you roll your eyes, backing away from the scent.

ransom’s about to ask what when the house explodes up in flames right in front of him.

“what the fuck?” he jumps out of his seat, frantic eyes racing around.

but the fire stops as soon as it began, leaving a scorched framework of bricks and rubble behind.

“can’t find anything if you have nowhere to search.” bucky rattles an empty jar labelled corrosive.

san fist bumps him, smirking.

ransom’s starting to think you might be the sanest out of the three.

and that was saying a lot.

-

a/n : 🤨🧎🏻‍♀️🏃🏻‍♀️ i need to stop cringing everytime i post smthing lol

tags : @readermia @inmate-marmalade @stephdavies95 @randomsevans @xoxabs88xox @thebadassbitchqueen @tcc-gizmachine @mypalbuck @natrushman3000

[fnf-brain-rot]

Whitty x Boyfriend

                         Chapter 6 - should we?

                                NSFW WARNING

Boyfriend decided to stop by Pico's. Again. Well, Pico couldn't complain. The little blue haired guy had been watching over Whitty as if he had a child for over a week now. Pico just didn't like how early he came over. 12 PM is too early.

"Hey Pico! Gee, you look tired." Boyfriend leaned against the doorway, as if he were trying to look cool or something. Pico simply grumbled something under his breath and walked away from the open door, and Boyfriend took that as an invitation to let himself in. Pico walked into his living room, flopping face first onto his couch. "Couldn't sleep again?" Bee called to him, making his way to the kitchen to make TEA. Drinking coffee everyday was just gonna hurt him. Pico grunted loudly in response.

Bee smiled a little to himself, easily maneuvering around his kitchen as if he lived there himself. Well, at one point he actually did. That's why he and Pico are so close. He couldn't say they never had any awkward sort of encounters with each other, in fact he remembers those the most. He hummed as he put the tea pot on the stove, a blush creeping onto his cheeks. If he were to be honest, he kind of avoided Pico for a while. He began feeling funny around him all the time, and figured once he moved out, the feeling would probably go away. Pico seemed confused about his distant behavior, and even distanced himself with fear that he had done something wrong.

Boyfriend came out with the tea a few minutes later, noting the light snoring coming from Pico. He somehow managed to fall asleep. He laughed a bit to himself, then grabbed the blanket on the top of the couch to cover him with. It was a little chilly in his place. He would have to drink his tea though. Perfectly good Earl Grey tea should not go to waste.

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Pico awoke about two hours later, though he immediately sat up in remembrance of the company he had over. "Bee?" He called out, to what he was hoping was an empty apartment. He let out a quiet yawn, rubbing one of his eyes with his knuckle, a bit too harshly. He grunted and stood from the couch. He didn't get a response, which led him to believe he was alone. The coffee table was suspiciously clean. "I told him to stop touching my shit when I knock out." He muttered to himself. He just hoped he stayed out of his room. The thought made him cringe, and filled him with an anxiety to go check.

Removing his shirt, he still felt hot even though he turned the air on, he made his way to his bedroom first. The door was closed, but that doesn't mean he didn't go in though.

Swinging the door open, he took a  moment to scan his faint eyes across the empty room. It looked untouched, compared to the cleanliness of the rest of his apartment. He let out a breath of relief, but it was short lived as he heard his front door open. "Pico?" Boyfriend's voice called into the home. He must have seen that Pico wasn't lying on the couch anymore.

"Yeah, I'm here." Pico responded, shutting the door closed behind him before going back out to greet the blue haired midget. Once he could see him, he took note of all the plastic bags in his arms. "Did you go shopping??" Pico made a face of confusion, and Boyfriend smiled. "Yep! You had absolutely nothing in your fridge, so I went and bought you some stuff I knew you liked." He held up one of the bags. Pico could damn there smell the mini apple pies. "I.. told you about doing that shit.." The ginger crossed his arms and looked away, feigning irritation, but Bee simply laughed it off. "You want one?" he reached into the bag and took out one of the packages. Pico intensified his look, but still took the apple pie regardless.

"Go ahead, sit down, I'll put up the groceries." Boyfriend  offered, but Pico grabbed his hand to stop him. "No, bee, you're the guest here. You don't have to." The ginger sighed softly. Boyfriend huffed in frustration, gently pushing him away. "You go sit down. I got this." He continued his way into the kitchen, and Pico simply huffed with an eye roll. He was so sweet. He hoped that guy wasn't taking advantage of that.

Boyfriend made them normal turkey sandwiches for lunch, knowing Pico was a simple man. They ate together in the living room while watching family guy, proposed by Pico of course. Boyfriend would watch what Pico wanted, he honestly didn't mind.

"Hey, Pico?" The ginger hummed with his mouth full, then glanced back at the other when he didn't speak moments later. "Don't you get lonely in here? I know people are in and out of your apartment, but like.." Boyfriend stopped talking when he noticed the odd look on Pico's face. "I mean like! Ugh.. nevermind.." He looked down dejectedly at his sandwich, a temporary silence enveloping the two.

"Yeah.." Boyfriend's head shot up, a blush creeping up on his face. "Yeah, it feels pretty empty in here sometimes, especially ever since you left." Pico admitted honestly. An awkward silence claimed their surroundings a second time, and Boyfriend was regretting saying anything like that. Pico only ate half his sandwich before he felt like he couldn't touch it.

"I was supposed to meet this guy last weekend." He found the will to speak, finding the silence unbearable. It was Monday now. "What happened?"

"He couldn't find the will to come. He had already met Gigi that Friday, and one person at a time was good enough for him." Bee answered softly, glancing down at Pico's hand, resting peacefully on the couch beside him. He was there for that one scar on his hand. He was trying to cook something fancy with Nene and Darnell, and managed to cut himself real bad. He was sure the other two don't let him live it down.

Pico hummed in response. Once Boyfriend was able to stand on his own two feet, he moved out, even though he didn't really want to. He thought it was out of pure laziness, but there were other emotions tugging at him as well. He never had a good chance to address them.

"I'm sorry."

Boyfriend looked up to Pico quickly. He was now staring back at him. "I know living with me gave you a hard time. I'm not the most stable person." Boyfriend quickly shook his head. "No, no it wasn't like that!" He felt himself gently grab the ginger's hand. Pico tensed a bit at the sudden touch, then slowly made eye contact again. "I mean we both had our moments, I understand you go through a lot of shit, but like.. I don't regret living with you. I appreciate you for letting me stay with you until I got myself straight." he wanted to make it clear to him that he wasn't distancing himself.

Pico clicked his tongue, turning away again, mostly to hide the heat flaring in his face. Boyfriend gave his hand a gentle squeeze, though he couldn't help but laugh. "Are you flustered?" He teased him, and Pico grunted. "Fuck off, your face is red as hell." They both laughed at each other. "Look at me, dumbass." Bee then demanded, and Pico rolled his eyes, finally facing him again.

They were much closer than he remembered, but it didn't bother him. "You know this is cliche as fuck, right?" Pico then commented, making Boyfriend burst out into laughter, pushing his face away. "Damn, see look you ruined it!"

"Maybe you should have moved a little faster!"

"Maybe you should stop being such a pussy!"

Pico cocked an eyebrow at him. "Oh yeah?" Without warning, he pushed forward, pressing their lips together. It was a little rough, but Boyfriend being involved held a touch of gentle sweetness. They both damn there melted into each other, Pico pushing the other onto the couch, while Boyfriend wrapped his arms around his neck. They were glad to know it seemed like they had both been waiting for one or the other to make the first move for ages.

Pico trailed a hand up Boyfriend's thigh, and the other gave him permission to move further. Bee slid his hands under his shirt past the collar, feeling at the other's rough, freckled skin with loving strokes. They pulled away to breathe, panting softly and staring into each others eyes.

god he was beautiful..

"You sure you.. you want to?" Pico hesitated on his actions, but Boyfriend nodded quickly. "Of course I want to.." He smiled a little, pressing his hand against his face and gently dragging his thumb over his ear.

Pico hid the grin on his face by leaning down, leaving gentle kisses along his neck and collarbone. He pushed his knee against his crotch area, making Bee whine into his ear. he could already feel him growing hard, though he himself was too.

Pico was quick to take off Bee's sweatpants, and Boyfriend swiftly removed Pico's shirt. He couldn't help but run his hands along the scars slowly. He knew they weren't good, but by god did they look hot on him. Their breaths grew heavy as Pico trawled his hand along his straining briefs, giving him a gentle squeeze through the cloth. "Pico.." Bee managed out, triggering the butterflies in the ginger's stomach.

Pico wasn't really big on foreplay, and Boyfriend seemed to get the message when he tugged on his underwear. "Here, l-let me.." He turned it around, pushing Pico onto his back instead. "Wh- huh?" Pico made a face, though a blush spread on his features as Boyfriend pulled his pants and underwear down enough to allow his erection to spring up to action.

bee licked his lips. He hadn't done this before, but he was eager to try. He trailed his tongue up the side of his length, making the ginger groan at how slow he was going. He then pushed his girth past his lips, going down about mid way before he felt the gag reflex kick in. "Fuck, Bee.. shit.." Pico resisted the urge to buck his hips. He'd probably kill him doing that. Boyfriend pulled off, his face red, lips parted, gasped for air. It was an odd feeling.. He kinda liked it..

He squeezed the base of his cock, then went down on him again, making sure there was enough saliva to act as lube for their next act. "Jesus where did you learn this?" The taller man chuckled softly, biting his lip as he watched Boyfriend pull off again. "Uhh.. Just tried different things.." He laughed sheepishly, wiping the drool from his cheek.

Once he was wet enough, Boyfriend leaned back, spreading his legs open invitingly and holding them at his ankles. Pico's face couldn't get any more red. God he was so fucking hot.. "B-Be gentle.. I haven't done this before.." Pico nodded, leaning over him. He rested his hands on both sides of his head against the arm of the couch, pressing himself against his puckering little hole. They probably should have prepped first, but they were both too eager, too ready for this.

Pico slowly pushed in, and Boyfriend tried not to tense too bad, since tensing only makes it worse, however it did hurt like hell. He gently grabbed the other's hand and squeezed, Boyfriend eagerly squeezing back. Bee only whimpered, then breathed in a shaky gasp. Pico would pause every couple inch until he was fully inside him. He couldn't help but stroke Bee's cheek, watching him tremble with muffled whines and keens of pain and pleasure.

"You.. you can- ahh!!" Boyfriend moaned out surprisingly loud. Pico groaned as Bee constricted around him, tensing and relaxing over and over from every movement. He pulled out, then quickly pushed back in. Boyfriend arched his back and let out a high cry, his eyes rolling back from the sheer intense feeling of pleasure that washed over him.

Pico did move gently as he asked him to, his moan rumbling in his chest above the smaller. "O-Oh god.. Pico..! Ffuck..!" Boyfriend wiggled his hips a bit as he got used to the feeling, and Pico took that as a sign to go faster. "You take dick real good for it being your first time.." He mumbled to him, situating his hands on his hips in order to gain more control of his thrusts.

"Faster..! Faster Pico..!!" Boyfriend had thrown his arms above his head, which dangled over the side of the couch arm. He wrapped his legs around Pico's waist, finding them growing tired from just sitting in the air. Pico  happily obliged, smiling a bit at how eager he sounded. It did make him happy how easy he could please him though. Boyfriend's body began to shake, and his moans and cries took on a higher pitch. Pico knew he was close, and so was he.

With a few more thrusts, Bee tensed and threw up one of his legs, cum sputtering from his cock all over himself and his torso. The sight alone was enough for Pico to release his seed into him. He went on for a good few seconds, then finally pulled out after about a minute. They both panted heavily, Boyfriend's eyes already beginning to flutter from how tired he felt after their little endeavor. "That was.. so good.." He breathed out drunkenly, making Pico chuckle at his cute demeanor. "Yeah? Maybe we should do it again sometime.." He leaned down and kissed his lips again, ignoring the messy drool on his face. "Come on, let's clean up."

"Mh.." Boyfriend could only moan tiredly in response. Pico sighed lightly, then picked him up, knowing he was gonna make him do all the work.

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Boyfriend woke up abruptly, glancing around himself in confusion. Oh, this was Pico's room. When did he fall asleep? He was in his bed, wearing one of Pico's shirts and a pair of his boxers. He yawned and stretched his arms, though he felt another body next to him. "Oh you're up?" Pico's gruff voice sounded, and he looked over to see the ginger looking at him, a small smile on his face. It made Boyfriend smile also. "Sorry for knocking out on you. It was.. intense.." He blushed, and Pico laughed a little at him. "You look cute when you sleep.." He mumbled softly, and Bee made a face. "What? That's weird.." He teased him, and Pico rolled his eyes.

Boyfriend suddenly felt like he was missing something. Something important, and he knew what that something was. "Oh shit, what time is it?" He sat up quickly, and Pico frowned. "It's like seven thirty, why?"

Whitty has been alone at home all day! Fuck!

"Fuck, I gotta go.." He threw the blanket off of him, causing Pico to sit up as well. "He can handle himself can't he? Isn't he a grown man?"

"Well yeah! But.. He needs me.."

"I need you!"

Pico's retort made him pause and look at him. God, he did feel terrible about dipping on him like this. But Whitty.. He'll think he abandoned him. He wouldn't be surprised if he left the house completely at this point. "I..I'm sorry, Pico.." He mumbled. "I-I'll come back though I will! I swear I'm not blowing you off!"

Pico wore an unreadable expression, though he looked away and lied back down. "Yeah, okay." The words came out harshly, and Boyfriend winced. God he felt like shit. He stared at him for another moment, then left his bedroom, grabbing his pants to leave.

He thought about Pico the whole walk home, and even worse it had started to rain. He had to text him or something, but just knew he wouldn't respond. Not quickly anyway.

He unlocked the front door of his apartment, and quickly stepped inside, but was immediately greeted by the tight embrace of his large bomb man. "Thank god you're okay! You've been gone all day I thought someone hurt you or you got lost or maybe-maybe-" Bee quickly shushed him, laughing a little into his shoulder. "It's okay Whits, I'm here. I wouldn't leave you like that. I was.. running errands." He mumbled softly. Whitty pulled away, tear streaks on his own face. Boyfriend's heart broke. Had he been crying?

"You look sad, what happened? Did someone hurt you.. emotionally?" Whitty asked him softly, and Bee laughed again, dry this time. "No.. no.." He muttered. "I'll tell you about it later. You want dinner?" He offered, finally kicking off his shoes when Whitty gave him space at last. Whitty nodded eagerly. "I'm hungry.." He then informed him, pouting a little. He really did make Boyfriend smile..

[stachmousworld]

Avenge me tomorrow (Ch. 4)

Summary: Thea finds out that an elevator ride could be more exciting than she thought. The team takes another L.

Previously: Breakfast was a torture. Everyone played pretend and no one wanted to act like adults.

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

“JARVIS, down please,” she asked urgently.

The door closed before Nat’ could reach her. Thea slumped on the wall, trying to make sense of her thoughts. One minute too late and…she closed her eyes and sigh. She’d rather not think about that right now. Nothing proved that she was free, yet.

Why did she have to be in love with superheroes?

She quickly went over her last-minute plan and asked Jarvis if he had the number of Charles Xavier, from the school of mutants. In the night, before falling asleep, she’d remembered about him and how he helped people around the world.

“I have taken the liberty to connect the call to your phone. As I was made to protect the privacy of the tower guests, there will be no recording of your conversation. I will cut the recording feed for the time of your call.”

Thea closed her mouth in a click. She pressed her hand on her heart and leaned forward to thank him.

“Thanks Jarvis, you are truly amazing.”

“Don’t mention it, Miss. I do pride myself in being able to take care of each resident in the tower. After all, you all are important.”

Thea was finding it hard not to cry. She blinked quickly, head leaning backward. The words repeated themselves like a balm on her bruised heart. An AI had more consideration for me than actual human beings. What was life.

“Professor Xavier, who may you be?”

Thea jumped at the sound of the voice. How long has he been on? Could he have listened to their conversation? She really had reached a new low if it was the case.

“Theodore Carmelia. I live with the Avengers and something kind of happened to me. Something magical…supernatural.” She grimaced. Great summary. 10 out of 10. You couldn’t do better even you really tried hard, she thought, cringing her awkwardness. “I just want to ask a question. I know you must have a busy schedule but…”

Her voice cracked.

“It’s okay, Theodore, it’s okay. If it’s true that I have a busy schedule, one question shouldn’t be too much,” he joked.

Thea let an inaudible relieved sigh. The elevator seemed to speed up.

“I know you can sense mutants. I would like to know if you could feel anything -”

“About you?” He finished.

She hummed, her feet tapping rhythmically on the floor.

“I don’t feel anything.”

Her breath hitched. Oh, well. She didn’t let the disappointment show. Although he said he couldn’t find her, she could feel Xavier in her mind, roaming through her memories and emotions. She cleared her throat.

“Does it always feel like that?”

“What?”

“When you go into someone’s head. Does it always feel like a breeze? I swear my head is lighter.”

He didn’t reply and Thea feared she already messed up. She glanced towards the numbers on the screen above the doors. 20 floors left. She refrained from pressing the buttons or even asking JARVIS to go faster. Not sure if she voiced her stress, but the elevator went almost into a free fall. She stumbled and grabbed the wall behind her.

“How did you know?” He replied, taken aback.

“I can feel your presence going through my memories. I can concentrate on what I’m doing, but I know there is something…someone in my head. It is nor oppressive nor friendly. I don’t know really know how to explain, sorry.”

“Hm.”

The presence was still there. Not moving nor searching through her memories anymore. Thea grew more confident and continued.

“I know I probably ask too much but I swear I’m not crazy or crying wolf. And I can show you what happened last night for you to tell me if it was some one-time incident.”

“Go on, my dear,” Professor Xavier replied pensive. He didn’t outright reject her idea and hung up on her. So that was a win in her book.

 Thea concentrated on last night. As the scenes went spicier, she passed them faster and only slowed down to the most important parts: the one where she yielded Mjöllnir and the elevator. After a moment, there was still no response from Professor Xavier. She checked her phone and see that they were still on. She almost asked JARVIS if something had happened.

“Truly, impressive,” he complimented, clear surprise showing in his baritone voice.

“Thanks, I guess,” she answered, cheeks in flame.

“No, really. I have only seen a handful people do what you did, and they were already trained. I take that you controlled the speed, too?”

“Yes, Sir,” she replied, proudly.

“And you yielded the Hammer?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“And still, I can’t feel you,” he mused out loud. “Confusing confusion. But I am not one to back down facing a puzzle. I’d like you to come to me today. I’ll send Logan, Hank and Diablo to the Avengers tower –.”

“No, the Compound,” she corrected, quickly. She couldn’t suppress her shock and excitement. He really wanted to see her. She will see Professor Xavier and Wolverine. She suppressed her giggle. She couldn’t believe it. She’ll be able to talk to Wolverine. In person. It was definitely a dream come true.

“Ok. Do they know about any of these?” he asked suddenly.

They? Oh yes, the Avengers. The painful memories from last time came barging in her head. She gritted her teeth.

“No. They…don’t care like that,” she replied dismissively.

“Are you sure?”

She could hear the incredibility in his tone.

“Yep, I’m pretty sure. I’m just a hook up anyway.”

Xavier stayed silent for so long, she thought she had shocked him to death.

“You are important. Whether you have power or not, whether they like you or not. You are important,” he said, seriously. He didn’t try to convince her. In his voice, there was so much certitude. Like he’s known her for years and could see right through her.

She choked up as the words finally made their way in her brain. The phone was crushed in her hand, as the emotion overcame her. First Jarvis and Xavier…but why couldn’t the team think the same?

“Don’t let those feelings eat you up. If they can’t find the gem in you, it’s their own problem not yours.”

Before she could thank him, he hung up. She stared at her phone, mouth agape. Her entire frame trembled under her laugh. There was nothing funny, but the ridicule of the situation caught her off guard. She was really in a episode of X-files.

Who’d thought she’d sleep with all the Avengers and have powers? That she’d wield Mjöllnir? That she’d fuck with a God, two centenarian, two geniuses, two brilliant spies…her laugh turned hysterical. Her entire stay here was like the beginning of a bad joke.

She banged her head against the elevator room. A dull pain erupted behind her head. Maybe, it was a dream she’d wake up from.

The doors opened. Thea was not on the ground floor, like she expected, but the underground parking. She quickly spotted her cars and started walking.

“If I were you, I’d go faster Miss. Bucky and Steve are taking the stairs and would be there in less than 5 minutes. Thor has taken the airway and is already in front of the building. Nonetheless, it would take them some time before they understand that you left the other way. “

“Thank you, Jarvis. Thank you for all!” She screamed while accelerating.

“My pleasure, Miss.”

She sprinted to her car and opened the door. She didn’t know if it was in her head, but she could hear faint footsteps. She sat, bucked up, started the car and pressed gas.

She was out long before they would catch her. The adrenaline made her heart haywire. Unable to resist, she let out a howled and giggled.

She was gone.

Next chapter

[noreasonjustbored]

Fall In Fake Love With Me

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

As soon as they entered the courtyard with interlocked fingers, their classmates started whispering furiously.

“I knew I would regret this” Charlotte says as she and Henry walk into the school hand in hand.

Well this will be all over campus in seconds. Charlotte thought exasperatedly.

“Lighten up Char, you gotta live a little.”

“I’m as light as I can get right now Henry.” Char grumbles.

Henry picks up Charlotte unexpectedly causing her to let out a small squeal.

“I don’t know, you feel kind of heavy to me” he jokes.

Charlotte scoffs in annoyance and rolls her eyes, “Put me down.”

“What was that? Hm? Take you to your locker? Okay BABE.”

As Henry walked towards their lockers carrying Charlotte, several of their classmates congratulated them on their relationship and told them that they made a cute couple. Charlotte thinks that she even saw Dylan from yearbook snap a photo of them. 

Upon arrival, Henry places Charlotte back on her feet.

“Gosh, you are so annoying” she gripes.

Before Henry could reply Oliver and Sidney walked up to them while bickering.

“Well you owe me twenty bucks” said Oliver.

“Not until we know for sure” Sidney replies.

“You said during summer break. We are clearly back at school, which means that I won.”

“Yeah but we don’t know if they originally got together in the summer but are just now showcasing it.”

“Whatever, let’s find out.”

“Hey Charlotte, Henry. How are you guys doing today?” Sidney asks politely.

“Ugh cut to the chase dude.” Oliver turned to the couple. “So when did this happen?” he asks as he makes vague a hand gesture in front of them.

Charlotte and Henry glanced at each other and proceeded to have a conversation through eye contact and eyebrow raises.

“See! They definitely got together during summer. They’re doing the whole couple silent communication thing!” Sidney exclaims.

“They could do that before! They were weirdly close.” Oliver counters.

“Oh yeah, that’s true. What if they’ve been dating for years?”

“What if they are actually engaged and are just now deciding to let the world know?”

“Charlotte does have a band on her left ring finger.”

Charlotte twists the invisibility ring off and transfers it to her right hand.

“Why did she just move the ring? Oh. My. God. What if they are already MARRIED?”

“Why weren’t we invited to the wedding?” Sidney and Oliver ask simultaneously.

“Wow that spiraled SO fast.” Henry says.

“Guys! Guys! Calm down. Number One, you weren’t invited to the wedding because there WAS no wedding and Number Two, we started dating this summer.”

“I told ya! Pay up buddy” Sidney triumphantly exclaims to Oliver.

Oliver groaned while pulling out his wallet as they walk away.

“Wow, those guys are something else.” Henry states with a chuckle.

“Ugh I know, and class hasn’t even started yet.” Charlotte said while leaning her forehead on her locker.

“Hey, look at me.” Henry prodded while grabbing her hand to turn her in his direction and gently lifted her chin with his index finger. “We got this ok? It’s the same old me and you, just slightly more touchy feely. Easy.”

“Yeah easy for you to say, I’ve never had a real boyfriend remember? And physical touch is NOT my love language.” Char responded.

He placed both his hands on her shoulders while bending down slightly to at look from under his lashes. “That’s why you have me. Just follow my lead and you’ll be fine.”

Charlotte snorted, “Well that’s new.”

“What?”

“Me following your lead. You usually follow mine.”

“True, but this time I’m the expert.            

“Okay EXPERT, what are our next steps?”

“Uhhhhhhhhh…….” Henry stammers while opening his locker.

“And this is why you usually follow my lead” she mumbles under her breath.

“Walk me to class” Charlotte says while strutting away.

“Yeah, sure” he stated as he got his last book from his locker and turned around to see his friend halfway down the hall.

“Char, wait up! Babe! Babe!” Henry yells while chasing after her.

Everyone had believed their act with no problem. Jasper even told them that it was only a “matter of time” before they got back together. Several classmates had also told them that they had been “shipping it” for years.

Henry had been walking Charlotte to class all week long. Which in itself wasn’t unusual but now they were either holding hands or touching in some way.

Everthing had been going according to plan and now it was Friday night and the pair had just arrived to the football game at their school.

“Alright, so you know the plan?” Henry asks Charlotte before they get out of his car.

“Yep, we go into this football game and act like a couple directly in front of Bianca. Simple enough.”

“Perfect, let’s go.”

As they walked towards the entrance Henry slung his arm over Charlotte’s shoulder because he saw the cheerleaders headed out of the locker room.

She looked up at him curiously and he just tilted his head in their direction. Subtly looking over her shoulder she spotted Bianca who had also saw them and was making her way over.

“Hi Henry.”

“Heeyyyy Bianca, funny seeing you here.”

“I cheer now so I’m at all the games.”

“Really? I didn’t know!” Henry states in a high tone of voice.

Charlotte elbows him in the stomach and he clears his throat. “That’s cool.”

“Yeah… it is” she responds, eyeing him curiously. “What are you guys doing here?”

“Well since it’s the Regional Championship, I convinced Charlotte to come show some school spirit with me for once.”

“It’s the biggest home game we’ll have this year so I decided to support. Plus I just can’t say no to my...love muffin here” Charlotte says while internally cringing.

“How cute.” Bianca stated sarcastically. “So Henry, after the game a bunch of us are going to Mastro’s for pizza. Then after we’re gonna go to Chase’s house for a kickback. You’re welcome to come.”

“Well Char and I already have dinner plans but we might stop through Chase’s for a bit.” Henry countered.

“Oh it looks like your friends are calling you Bianca” Charlotte points out.

Bianca looks behind her to see her fellow cheerleaders gesturing for her to come on.

“Right. See you later?” she asks Henry.

“Maybe” he replies.

“Break a leg!” Charlotte says and gives her a fluttering wave in dismissal as she connects her hand with Henry’s that is still dangling over her shoulder.

Bianca tracks the movement with her eyes before giving a closed mouth smile and jogging back over to her friends.

Henry and Charlotte decided to find seats in the bleachers directly in front of where the cheerleaders were set up. They could feel Bianca’s eyes on them almost constantly. She was staring them down, so the pressure was on to be a convincing couple.

Throughout the entire football game, Charlotte was putting forth great effort to be more comfortable with the new physical aspect of their friendship. Henry would perform small gestures to keep up the act. She tried not to flinch.

He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, he warmed up her cold hands between his and he even whispered in her ear occasionally. He was just telling her about what was happening in the football game but Bianca didn’t know that.

Henry had his arm over Charlotte’s shoulder and she was leaning into his side pretty much all night. Although Henry wasn’t sure if it was for pretenses or if it was because it was cold outside.

When Char felt Bianca’s gaze on them for a particularly long moment towards the end of the game, she built up the confidence to give Henry a lingering kiss on the cheek. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Bianca cross her arms over her chest in response.

She makes it too easy. Charlotte thought as she snickered under her breath.

After the game they were exiting the bleachers and walking back to Henry’s car. Their football team had won the game so the two decided that going to the party later would be a good idea to get more exposure for their “relationship”.

“Wow that was great! She looked so angry after that kiss! And you said that touch wasn’t your love language” Henry bumps her shoulder with his playfully as they walk through the gate.

“It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. Granted, it was still uncomfortable but I’m a fast learner. I’ll get used to it.”

Reaching Henry’s car he goes to the passenger door to open it for Charlotte. Before she could enter, he lightly grabs her hand and says, “Maybe you just need to practice?”

“Practice? How do you propose we do that?”

Dropping her hand, he steps into the enclosed space between her body and the open car door. “I just mean, maybe you need more experience with the closeness so you don’t feel so awkward.”

“I think I’m doing okay”

“Really?” Henry says while placing both his hands on either side of her head and stepping even closer. “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure” Charlotte squeaks out before ducking under his arm and getting in the car. He chuckles and closes her door before walking around to his side.

This is going to be a long night. Henry thought to himself.

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Sleeping Beauty (4)

Sleeping Beauty Masterlist

Pairing: Bucky x Shape Shifter Reader

Words: 3207

Warning: fluffff and a little awkwardness. And some jealousy.

A/N: Lol I couldn’t stop laughing when I saw this video and thought it would be super hilarious and like fluffy if Bucky did this. And then I thought, how fucking cute is this other video and wow I love small puppies.

To his surprise, you never brought up the incident in your room when you walked to his place. On the contrary, you acted like nothing happened and laid on his bed as he lazily flipped through the channel until Planet Earth was on. He always liked watching it with you because he loved hearing you talk about that one time you shifted into a hyena or how itchy it was when you were a baboon.

The food came and you ate in silence, constantly whining back when Bucky caught you scratching your thigh and telling you to not make the wound worse.

Hours later, you were sleeping on your stomach while Bucky was massaging your leg when Steve walked in. Before he could say anything, Bucky shushed him and told him to wait. Very quietly, he stood up and walked out with Steve.

“What’s up?”

“So here’s the thing.”

“Oh no.”

“No no this might be good. We’ve been getting a lot of calls from this one charity and they requested you by name because the kids said they’ve always wanted to talk to you and I think it might be good if you’re in the spotlight again.” Steve crossed his arms and waited for Bucky to think about.

“Are you sure this is a good idea? I can’t do people by myself, and these are tiny people. I can’t do tiny people Steve what if something bad happened.”

“Then I’ll just tag along as your support animal.” Both men turned around when they heard your sleepy voice, Bucky cringing when he saw you scratching the wound again. “Fucking stop already you’ll make it bleed again.” He swatted your hand away and you made a face at him, hoping he’d get scared of you but instead, he just laughed.

“Y/N you’re not scary when you’re like this,” Steve commented and regretted it as soon as the death stare was aimed at him. “That’s not what you were saying a few hours ago Rogers. Wanna test out that theory with the tiger again?” You tried to look intimidating again but failed, with Steve apologizing and changing the subject.

“Yeah Y/N will go with you. The kids will love it. You’ll be fine Buck they did ask for you specifically. Nothing will happen. Right Y/N?” He nudged you and you beamed up sleepily at Bucky again. “Sir yes sir.”

“So what animal will you be?”

“I’ll think of something. Kids like all sorts of animals.” You walked back in his room and resumed your previous activity, not noticing when Bucky walked in and covered your legs before opting to sleep on the couch this time. Something about you in human form in nothing but shorts and his shirt made his heart almost beat out of his chest and he didn’t want to test any ideas.

You woke up colder than usual, moving around to see where Bucky was only to hear the soft snores coming from across the room. Why was he sleeping on the couch? You sniffed under your armpits to make sure you didn’t smell bad and asked yourself again.

Maybe he felt uncomfortable after seeing you naked? What if he was repulsed? You stood up and walked out of his room, staring at the clock and seeing it was five in the morning.

No way in hell you were going to fall asleep now that you knew he didn’t want to sleep next to you.

Walking back to your room, you turned on your laptop and searched the charity Steve mentioned last night. You saw a couple of videos on youtube and you smiled like an idiot when you saw them playing around with puppies. You knew in an instant what animal you’d be and you thought it best to shift now so you Bucky doesn’t ask why you acted weird around him. That was the problem with him. He always knew when something was up and never once dropped the subject until you spilled your guts to him.

You walked downstairs and got a quick bite, knowing you weren’t in the mood for dog treats today and that it would take a toll on you if you didn’t eat anything. On your way back to your room, you passed by Bucky’s and saw he was still sleeping.

So you walked into yours and stripped, shutting your eyes and focusing on the breed of dog you wanted to shift into. But you regretted your decision as soon as you shifted. Why didn’t you shift on your bed? Where it was comfortable...and you could’ve rested as you waited for him to wake up. Fucking idiot.

You scrunched your face when you noticed the wound still itching you, licking it repeatedly before you felt a pair of hands wrapping around you. You barked as loudly a possible, which wasn’t loud at all, and calmed down when you saw who it was that carried you.

“How many times do I have to tell you to stop bugging it? Don’t make me put a cone around your head.” Bucky warned, chuckling when he saw guilt written all over your face. You bit his thumb and kept growling when he started playing with your tiny ears.

He walked to the kitchen and set you down until he made coffee, occasionally looking back to make sure you were still there on the countertop. Not that you had a death wish and would jump off the high ground if you wanted to leave. Sitting near you, he started scratching behind your ears and you noticed something was different.

“Don’t scare me like that again doll. I didn’t see you when I woke up and thought something happened. Had to look around to make sure you didn’t turn into a worm or something while you were sleeping.” You made a disgusted face and he laughed at how amazing it was that you were still capable of reacting like a human when you shifted.

“Don’t wanna kill you by accident darling. Jeez you’re so fucking small what breed of dog is this?”

“She is a spitz type breed located in the north-west Poland and north-east Germany region.” Friday replied in an instant and you started barking at the AI. Bucky thought this entire situation was hilarious and thanked the AI. “English Friday. What specific breed is she?”

“Pomeranian Sergeant Barnes.” Friday replied and apologized for thinking he wanted her to be more specific. “That’s alright Friday, one thing to tell the kids today. Right doll?” He rubbed your cheeks and noticed you weren’t paying attention to him anymore. Thinking it was nothing, he grabbed you and finished his coffee before putting in the dishwasher, walking back to his room to prepare for his visit today.

He sat you down between his thighs as he crossed his legs and typed away on his laptop, talking to you as if you were still in human form and pretending you were responding to him. When you got up from his lap to lay on the covers, he grabbed you and placed you back between his thighs, continuing his research on the charity event. A couple of minutes later, you stood up and scurried away from him once more. And for the second time, Bucky grabbed you sat you down, thinking you were playing around with him and telling you to stop moving already.

You didn’t try to leave again, knowing he’d probably just tickle you or something. That was the problem when you shifted into such a small animal. You couldn’t convey when you were angry or upset. It was much easier when you were a larger animal, it made everyone more alert and aware.

Hours later, you were sitting next to him in the car, eyes shut and quieter than normal. Bucky started to feel that something was up but he thought it was best to talk about it after you came back. He pulled up right in front of the building and parked, calling out your name to wake you up. But you opened your eyes instantly and stared at him before climbing over the gear shift into his lap.

“Thanks for doing this Y/N. ‘m not sure I could’ve come by myself.” He picked you up and exited the car, walking to the man standing at the entrance and telling him he was here for the even with the kids. The man recognized him instantly, telling him they were all waiting for him inside.

“But sir, there might be a problem with the dog.”

“Why?” You could tell Bucky was getting a little uncomfortable but you didn’t think it was because he didn’t want to leave you.

“We were told no animals allowed for the event.” The man looked at the security out of habit and you noticed he was getting scared from Bucky.

“She’s my emotional support animal.” Bucky said without hesitation and you barked at his words. The man was startled from the squeak that came out of you and told Bucky to wait until he asked if it was okay. He came back after a few minutes and asked Bucky if you had all your vaccinations.

“S-sort of?” Bucky replied and the man was confused. “Okay I’m sorry I lied. This is Y/N. From the Avengers. You know, shapeshifter?” Bucky watched as the man’s eyes widened in recognition. “Oh my god of course yes sorry sir, and… ma’am.” He tried to pet you but you growled, making Bucky snicker before holding back his laugh.

“She woke up a little early today. Sorry. And you, play nice.” Bucky pushed you around in his arm until you relaxed.

“Right this way Sergeant Barnes,” the man led the two of you through the metal detector and as soon as Bucky walked through, the beeper went off. “God sorry I forgot about this. I’m so sorry. It was a habit.” He leaned down and took the knife out of his boot, giving it to the man and apologizing once again. “I’ll go through again. Sorry!” Bucky worried that he was already making a bad impression and the men told him it was okay when he passed and it didn’t ring again.

You walked through after him and barked when the man tried to pick you up. You let him anyway and growled when he placed a sticker on your fur. “It’s mandatory. Sorry.” He gave a tag to Bucky and led him through to the hallway.

As soon as he entered, the three teachers standing at the windows lit up. All the kids were facing them so they didn’t notice when you guys walked in.

“Guess who’s here guys?” The woman in the middle clapped her hands and all the kids looked back and saw Bucky standing there. Before he could see it coming, they were running to him and saying hi, with the shortest of the kids pulling on his pants so he could give them some attention.

Bucky was tense for a second before he felt you lick his fingers and he knew he should just relax.

“Hey guys, I heard you asked for me by name.” Bucky walked towards the teachers and sat on the floor, laughing when all the kids sat around him in a circle and told him they had so many questions. “Guys what did we say we’re going to do when Sergeant Barnes came?” The teacher asked and Bucky turned to the kids once again.

“Thank you Sergeant Barnes for all your hard work. We love what you do.” All the kids said in once voice, well, they tried, and Bucky couldn’t help the smile that cracked through the brooding facade. He told them it was nothing and he loved doing what he does.

“So, I don’t know what you guys wanna do. Oh, before I forget, this is my friend Y/N.” He set you down and you barked, looking around and sticking your tongue out when all the kids said you were so cute. “Can I pet her?” One girl asked and Bucky said you were friendly. She reached for you and you started licking her hands before she could do anything, making her giggle and pick you up before hugging you.

“Just careful with her guys, she’s special.” Bucky saw a kid playing with a puppy doll from the corner of his eyes and thought to break the ice with the kid a bit. “Hey guys, wanna see something funny?” They all nodded and he asked the kid if he can see his doll for a second. The kid gave him the puppy toy and Bucky pushed his hands on the arms and the puppy’s face turned into an angry expression. He did it again and the kids stared at him like he was weird.

He then took you from the little girl’s hands and you knew immediately what he was going to do. And you had to remind yourself this was for the kids. As soon as he pushed a little on your shoulders, you growled. He stopped and you licked your nose, waiting for him to do it again. And when he did, you growled a little louder and bared your teeth to him. The kids started laughing and said they wanted to give it a go but Bucky said maybe later, afraid they’d get to hard with you.

“Mr. Barnes sir, I have a question.” One kid raised his hand and Bucky was amazed at how respectful he was.

“Call me Bucky, all my friends do.” He said and the kid beamed when Bucky called him a friend.

“Is your arm waterproof?” The teachers immediately chastised the boy and Bucky said it was okay. Very slowly, he took off his jacket and reached towards the kid. “It sure is, I mean I gotta swim somehow right?” He relaxed when the kid grabbed his arm and touched it and before long, all the kids were around Bucky asking him all sorts of questions about his arm.

“Here, let me take her from you.” One of the teachers took you Bucky and kept you near his chest. Bucky looked up to make sure you were safe before going back to the kids.

You were glad the attention was on him and not you, mostly because you were afraid of how forward the kids might get with you. And they did ask for him after all. You yawned in the man’s hand and stuck your hand out, playing around with the little watch he was wearing and biting his shirt.

By lunchtime, Bucky was absolutely exhausted and told the kids he had to leave soon. They all took a picture with him and told him to come back again. Bucky said he would love to and turned around to look for you. When he noticed you were still playing around with the man and stealing some of his food, he got a little jealous. You weren’t this social with anyone else, not even with the team.

He didn’t know what came over him but without thinking, he walked towards you and grabbed you, telling him you were leaving and forcing a friendly smile before walking away.

“I can’t begin to tell you how amazing today was. Please do come back soon.” The woman touched Bucky’s shoulder and you felt queasy, wanting to bark at her but knowing you weren’t in the place to do such a thing.

“Yeah definitely the kids are adorable and I didn’t think I’d enjoy it this much to be honest,” Bucky didn’t catch on to the soft touches and hair twirling and you hated how thick he could be sometimes. “Well here is my number...in case you’re free and wanna go for coffee sometime.” Bucky took the card and looked at it before thanking the woman and telling her to have a good day.

At least he didn’t take her up on the offer now.

Once you got back to the compound, Steve asked how it was and Bucky said he’d had a lot of fun but he needed to nap before dinner. Holding you near his heart, he kicked off his shoes and laid on the bed before walking to his bathroom to change. He came out with a pair of sweatpants and a tight sleeveless undershirt. When you crawled from under his hands, he got a little worried. But then you jumped on his chest and rested your entire body near his head in the crook of his neck. He didn’t budge, knowing you were tired from how early you woke up and he shut his eyes.

Sleep overtook the two of you in seconds and Bucky didn’t wake up until hours later when he felt something strange against his chest. Slowly opening his eyes, he looked down and stopped breathing.

You’d shifted back, laying almost on top of him fully naked. He wanted to move but the slightest of changes made it worse. His arm was wrapped around your back and laid on your waist, with your entire chest flush to his side and your head on his chest. He looked down and saw your right leg on top of his and knew there was no way he could entangle himself without waking you up.

And the more he tried to ignore how warm and perfect you felt against him, the tighter his pants got. This was the last thing he had on his mind today and he didn’t know if he should just wake you up or not. Not knowing what else to do, he texted Wanda and told her to come without telling anyone.

When Wanda walked in and saw the picture, she almost laughed out loud. He pointed at his mind and told her it was okay.

I need you to raise her high enough so that I could get up.

Why?

Wanda, you are not asking me that now.

I’m just saying, is this not how you two g-

No she was a fucking puppy and shifted in her sleep. I can’t wake her up like this. She’ll feel embarrassed and the last thing I want to do is make her feel like she’s at fault. Please.

Wanda could see how genuine Bucky was and nodded, slowly raising you above him and not helping the smile when she saw that Bucky shut his eyes so he doesn’t stare at you. He quickly got off the bed and sighed with relief, walking around and covering you with his bed sheets before walking out.

He turned to Wanda and told her to not say anything to anyone, not even Vision.

She told him his secret is safe with her.

“But you should tell her how you feel.”

That stopped Bucky from walking any further and turning around. “W-what?”

“Oh come on it’s obvious you too have a thing for each other.”

“N-no she doesn’t. Does she?” Bucky looked at Wanda like a child who was just told the most confusing fact about the galaxy. She smiled at him before walking away and shrugging, leaving a very confused and turned on Bucky in the middle of the hallway.

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Smoshblr Secret Santa

Happy Holidays from your Secret Santa! I hope you enjoy reading!

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Wes didn’t really have an interest in relationships. They were a lot of work to maintain, and it took a lot of time to grow and develop trust between partners. It seemed like a lot of effort for results that didn’t really appeal to him. He was a man with his whole life ahead of him! He had every door to open, and thought a relationship would lock them and throw away the key. And because he was a grown man with boundless opportunities, he decided he was going to take some time off and visit a neighboring theme park. 

The park had just installed a new roller coaster, so all of his friends had advised him against going. They complained about lines, prices, and overall quality, but Wes really didn’t care. You don’t go to a theme park to admire cleanliness and expense. You go to indulge in all of your childhood memories of the fire in your soul at doing something new. However the long lines do tend to dull the spark of the spirit, so Wes took the plunge alone. Single rider lines were always shorter, plus he wasn’t opposed to the thought that he might meet someone new. So he took a day off from work to minimize the teenagers involved, and went online to buy his tickets.

Once he got to the park, he found a direct path towards the fabled coaster, but the line seemed longer than his lifespan, so he decided to take a look around and see what else he could do. He quickly began to regret visiting alone, as he seemed to be the only single adult in the park. Rides and games were no fun unless you had someone to play and laugh with. He contemplated going home. It was his money after all, he could do what he wanted with it. But the child shallowly hidden under the surface pressed him into staying. He rationalized his decision because after all, he bought the tickets to ride the coaster, so he would ride it no matter how long the line was! 

He was a single man, so he decided to take the shorter option of the single rider line. He stood solo for about 30 seconds before he was caboosed by a man with a royal blue chunk in his hair. Wes had never been superficial, so he tried not to make an opinion about the stranger based on his appearance, but that, like many things, was easier said than done. The man was absolutely gorgeous, and if Wes had a type, he would be the perfect example. Tall, glasses that were slightly askew, and hair that was so soft a chinchilla would envy it. If social pressure didn’t exist, he could have admired the man forever. Sadly, it did, so before he could be caught staring, Wes quickly turned away from the stranger, but he decided the view behind him was significantly more beautiful than the one before him. Line stretched for what seemed like miles, and Wes agonized for the poor people traveling in groups. Quickly going numb to the ambient noise of shrieking and laughter brought about by the theme park, Wes made the decision to take a dive of the edge of his comfortable thoughts into the possible wonderland that could await him within the mind of the man behind him. Everyone says that life is better with a buddy anyway, right? 

Before he could overthink it like he tended to do with everything else, Wes spun on his heel and smiled at the stranger. The opposing man responded with a lopsided grin that could put the sun to shame.

Bolded by the mans kindness, Wes attempted to start a conversation. “Do you think the park architects know how to drive? They seem to not be very good at managing traffic.” He said, sounding much smoother than he expected.

“It’s kind of strange really” The other man said with a gentle chuckle at the pun “I tried to come on a day no one would be here, but I guess everyone else had the same plan.” He said with a soft chuckle.

Wes decided that no matter how intense the ride was, nothing would have the ability to throw him through loops, and turn his stomach into knots the way this guy could. “Oh, most definitely! That’s why I decided to come today. I’m Wes, by the way.” The words tumbled off his tongue as if they had been pushed before they expected it. Wes was already cringing at the sound of the sentence.

The man grinned, and seemed to be endeared by the awkwardness. “Well nice to meet you Wes by the way. My name’s Damien” 

Wes was relieved by the teasing. If Damien felt comfortable enough to tease him, then the conversation wasn’t going as bad as he worried it might.

They continued to converse throughout the line, and Wes felt increasingly grateful for the amount of people. As they talked, he kept falling harder and harder. Not only was Damien attractive, but Wes delightedly discovered he was also intelligent, kind, and really passionate about things and people he cared for. The two men also had very similar tastes in pop culture. If he had to estimate, he would say at least half the line was spent discussing recent anime releases.

Since they began talking, Wes crossed his fingers that the two would be seated next to each other. People said that you shouldn’t do those kinds of things because they jinxed it, but Wes thought they were just unlucky. His suspicions were correct because when Wes slid through the turntable onto his seat, he heard a clicking behind him, and fluffy brown hair invaded the neighboring seat. Damien opened his mouth to remark on their unlikely connection, but their bright green cart projected them outward before the words could escape.

The first part of the track led them into an unlit elevator with rails on the sides. Even in the blackness, Wes could swear he saw a shine in Damien’s eyes at getting to see the inner workings of the ride. He barely had a second to fawn over the sight before they stopped over a 90 degree drop. The ride fell down the edge of the elevator as the riders let out a shriek at the force they were feeling. 

The ride continued jerking them every which way, and Wes was thankful his head didn’t collide with Damien’s. Once they neared the end, a smile sign appeared on the decorative waterfall next to them. Wes posed as if he were a model, hoping to draw more attention to him from his new companion. He heard a mumbled “You need more training” next to him, but the ride jerked to a stop before he could process it. 

Their shoulders rubbed together as they moved to release their restraints. They both awkwardly shimmied out of the cart, feeling the blood returning to where it was supposed to dwell. As they walked back towards the central area of the park, they saw a flashy booth advertising photos of the ride. Wes wanted to preserve the memory, so he walked over to the booth. He was quickly followed by Damien as he was unwilling to lose sight of his new companion. 

“It’s only a few bucks, I can pay for yours if you want,” Wes heard from behind his shoulder. The idea made him laugh. He had already spent this much, what was a little more?

“Don’t worry about it. Honestly, I’d be happy to pay for yours” He said, rubbing his hand along the back of his neck.

“Nope,” Damien said, adding an extra pop to the P for sass. “I want to pay for you. No ifs, ands, or buts about it.”

Wes wasn’t hesitant to admit that he found the sentiment sweet. He believed everyone wanted to be spoiled deep down after all. However, he also wasn’t going to let a white knight come along and wipe away his every trouble. “Fine by me, but I guess that means I need to treat you to lunch,” He said with a teasing smirk. He saw Damien’s hesitation, so before he could counter the statement, Wes continued “No if’s, and’s, or but’s about it.”

Damien tried to hold back laughter at his own words sounding silly coming out of the other man. Wes saw his shoulders shake with the effort, and he was sure he’d be able to hear it had the squeals of the park not drowned it out. “As you wish my good sir,” Damien said, skirting into laughter at the words.

Wes didn’t know if it was the adrenaline from the coaster, or his own lovestruck heart, but he and Damien couldn’t stop laughing and goofing off together for the rest of the day. Even after they took a breather to eat, the madness filled their blood once again as they ran around with each other as if they had never grown up.

Their energy hit its peak once they started wasting their money playing overpriced carnival games. Wes was a romantic at heart, so he kind of wanted to win a toy to give to Damien, so when he saw a game with massive stuffed animals, he held Damien’s hand and pulled him to the bright red booth.

 It was a pretty simple game in premise. All players got a small squirt gun attached to a metal prong on the counter. The goal was to fill the mouth of a cardboard cutout as much as possible. Wes fished the money out of his wallet, and handed in to the bored teenage handler. The game started with the shrill sound of a bell. He was trying to test the limits of the gun holster, so he rotated it around, spraying a small amount of water. He hadn’t accounted for the force of the movement though, so a small stream of water his Damien in the neck, and dampened a section of his shirt collar. 

Wes quickly turned away, and went back to his mission of winning the massive stuffed Squirtle hung up on the overhang. Once his attention was back on the game, he was surprised by cold running down the side of his face. He turned in the direction of the source to see Damien acting just a bit too innocent.

Oh it’s on. In a moment of determination, Wes decided memories were more important than giant pokemon. With a quick pull to the side, Damien had a drenched spot in the center of his chest and it was leaking down the rest of his torso.

In less than an instant, Wes was also spotted with water covering his clothes. Despite how different their patches of water looked, they both wore grins equal in magnitude, and red faces from laughter. If you had to ask, Wes would cite that as the moment he really developed feelings for the now known stranger. The sight of him with shiny, watery eyes, and face red from exhilaration. The only reason he looked away was to return his focus towards his weapon to continue the war waged between them.

~~

Wes may have not had an interest in relationships a year ago, but a lot had changed since then. He never thought he would spend the holidays with two cats curled up together on the arm of his couch, and he certainly never thought he’d have a cat-man curled up on the same couch nestled against his side. However the beautiful stranger he’d met that day had changed a lot of things, and in all honesty, Wes wouldn’t have it any other way.

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I’m On Fire (part one - chapter two)

Summary: Steve gently laid a hand on Bucky’s shoulder as he turned to the team, his smile widening, “Everyone, this is Bucky. Buck, this is the team.” But he wasn’t Bucky. He wasn’t the carefree James Buchanan Barnes she had seen in the pictures her boyfriend, Steve had shown her. He also wasn’t the Winter Soldier she had met many years ago, the master assassin that could take out any target without leaving a trace, with cold and calculating eyes and a devilish smirk. What he was, was a version of the Asset that she had seen on the bridge three years ago, damaged, disoriented and out of place; but more human now. Vic couldn’t help but Stare at Bucky’s too familiar face in longing.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes / Original Character  Steve Rogers / Original Character

Prompt: “Shh, it’s okay. It will only hurt a little.”

Lyric: Bruce Springsteen - I’m On Fire: Tell me now baby, is he good to you? And can he do all the things that I do? Oh, no I can take you higher.

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Masterlist

Bucky kept to himself. Out of the team, Steve was the only one who could confirm that he was still alive, or hadn’t run away.

“He just needs some time to adjust, he’s very… disoriented right now.”  Steve told the team at dinner. They were just out of a long meeting and were now eating leftovers with the whole team at the kitchen island. Two weeks had passed since Bucky had joined them in the compound, and he barely left his rooms.

Tony pointed his fork, with a piece of chicken and all, in Steve’s direction, “I agree, just give him some time to himself guys. He’s just been poked and prodded at by the government for a year, not to mention Hydra before that.”

Natasha, sitting across from Tony, leaned forward and raised her eyebrow. Her intimating tactics didn’t work though, Tony kept eating his chicken tonight, undisturbed. “Don’t you think some social interaction would be healthy for him? I mean it’s been a long time since he’s seen a friendly face instead of someone who wants to experiment on him, a handler or an enemy.”

Steve perked up at that “I’m a friendly face! He’s seeing my friendly face. One friendly face at a time is enough.”

“Yes, Nat. But he doesn’t know what a friendly face means yet. Give him some time to himself. People need time to themselves sometimes.” Tony said, completely ignoring Steve’s comment. Then the fork found a new piece of chicken, and was pointed around the room this time, “I don’t see you guys complaining when I lock myself up in my lab for a week.”

“Yes, but we presume that you’re a big boy who can take care of himself. Bucky has been brainwashed, tortured, wiped. He’s not in the right state of mind, and we need to take care of him.” Natasha said back, her eyes fiery.

“Oh, that’s low, especially from you,” Sam growled, getting involved as well. There went a peaceful dinner with the team after a long day. “You’re saying Bucky is not a big boy and can’t take care of himself? I know he has his past and probably a hell of a PTSD but that doesn’t mean he can’t make his own decisions. He is still his own person.”

“We’re not trying to decide his whole life for him, just encourage him to get out of his room more!”

“Oh come on! He probably wasn’t allowed to make a single decision by himself in seventy years. Can you leave this one to him? He’ll come out when he’s ready. If he doesn’t make the decision to get help himself, it isn’t going to work.”

While Steve, Tony, Natasha and Sam were arguing Vic, Clint and Bruce were silently watching the interaction, trying to look busy by stuffing their faces with foods. Like kids listening to their parents argue. Wanda and Vision had their own thing going on and didn’t pay much attention to what was happening.

Vic sighed and stood up, “I’m going to hit the gym before going to bed,” She said to Steve, laying a hand in his hair to get his attention. He smiled at her but cocked his head when she turned away.

 -

It seemed Sam was right. Bucky was taking slow steps to come out and face the world. A week later she crossed Bucky on a very late-night walk.

Steve was out on a mission, and without him to hold her during the night, her dreams were penetrated by flashes of long dark hair, a red star, the devil’s smile and glinting metal. They weren’t necessarily bad dreams. But they woke her up and rendered her unable to get back to sleep because of the images and memories playing around in her head. She’d toss and turn for the rest of the night.

To clear her head, she took night walks around the compound.

To walk those familiar hallways, illuminated by the soft moonlight reminded her of her reality. As did hearing Clint snore as she walked past his rooms one level down, knowing Wanda and Vision were sleeping peacefully behind the door next to Clint’s and walking past Tony’s lab with a good chance that Tony was still up tinkering. She was safe, in the compound, with her family.

She hadn’t expected to run into Bucky in the middle of the night. The surprise and near panic on his face told her he hadn’t expected to run into her either. He took a step back as soon as he saw her. His body was tense as his eyes darted back and forth between her and the nearest door, Nat’s room. Not a very safe hiding spot, Vic thought bemusedly.

Vic tried to calm her body down, relax. Not a threat. It’s just Bucky… just the ex-assassin who you’ve seen take out people way more skilled than you in more complicated situations with his hands tied and a smile on his face. Not helping. She snapped herself out of it, he’s not that man anymore. She gave him a reassuring smile. Well, she tried to, with her body trembling out of tenseness like that. Acting like she was comfortable around him was a lot easier when they weren’t in an empty dark hallway in the middle of the night, right after having dreamt of his face, bloodied hands and knives being driven into bodies.

As she took in the man standing before her, with sleepy eyes and a bedhead, but somehow still very much on guard, she couldn’t help but look for the similarities. How could he look so much like her James, but at the same time not look like him at all? Somehow, the man that had always intimidated her, looked big, challenging and menacing, looked fragile, vulnerable and small. Well, she had seen him like that before, but she had tried to erase those memories from her mind. But he had never looked this empty before. He looked drained, defeated.

When she realised they had both been silent for too long, she explained: “I couldn’t sleep.” Bucky is still looking at her like he’s seen a ghost, so she keeps on talking dispel some of the tension, to pretend this is just a normal run-in. “It’s more difficult when Steve isn’t around. Don’t tell Steve though, he can be such a mother hen sometimes.” A good excuse.

The barest hint of a smile twitched at Bucky’s lip, “That sounds like Steve” he said. It came out nonchalantly, but his tense shoulders and averted eyes betrayed him. Vic wasn’t doing much better feigning casualness, but seeing Bucky try as well, put her at ease.

“I’ll leave you to your walk. Don’t worry, three A.M. in the morning is still your best bet at walking around the compound without running into anyone. Just stay away from Tony’s lab,” Vic tells him, “and maybe Bruce’s, he’s not as chaotic as Tony but sometimes he gets very immersed in his work.”

The next thing Bucky said came out gruffly, but the tone and the slightest raise of Bucky’s eyebrow were enough to know he was teasing her.  “Who said I don’t want company?”

At that moment her mouth dropped open, was that? That tone- Oh, hell no we’re not starting this. We are not. Keep your distance.

She cocked her head and raised her eyebrows back in challenge as she said: “It’s three A.M. in the morning and you’ve been locking yourself in your room for two weeks, I don’t see you as someone desperate for company right now.” Bucky was actually wearing a small smile right now. He seemed to be enjoying their conversation, her sass. Which was good, but also wasn’t. Keep your distance. “Besides, I get it. You want to explore the compound first, on your own. Assess the possible escape routes, weak points, hiding spots, the places people are least likely to come. It’s a good tactic, make sure you’re comfortable the location of the situation you’re about to enter.” It’s what he had taught her, well not he, but the man whose ghost he was. She continued, softer “It’s what I did as well.”

Those words caught Bucky of guard. His mouth dropped open the tiniest bit, his eyes narrowing, piercing, scrutinizing her as if he was seeing her in a whole new light. And it’s the exact same look he had when- Oh for fuck’s sake Vic, pull yourself together. She could feel her smile become tight-lipped, “Yes, anyway I really should get going” her tone was light, trying to dispel the tension only managing to make the situation uncomfortable. She gave him an awkward pat on the shoulder, which he cringed away from as she walks past him, “I’ll see you around” she called back, and an “Or not” was added under her breath as she entered her and Steve’s rooms. It was twenty past three as she breathed out a “Fuck”  and lowered herself on the bed, hoping she could get some more sleep.

 -

“Oh don’t bother with her, she’s worthless. We’re just keeping her on to see how long she will hold out.”

The Winter Soldier was standing in front of her, in all his menacing glory. She clenched her jaw and kept on looking at his face, which was usually covered by a mask or hidden in the shadows. Her eyes drifted over his smoothly shaven cheeks, his mouth, his lips and eventually she locked eyes with him. He had an intimidating stare, assessing, empty, uncaring. She bet she was the only one in line who dared to look him in the eyes, or even look at his face.

She heard his voice for the first time when he asked the handlers “Why is she here?”. His voice was low, he didn’t raise it, he knew when he spoke, everyone would be listening.

“Oh, something with temperature… heat? She can heat things up with her hands I believe. Nothing great. I bet she gives great handjobs though! Hadn’t thought of that before…” The other guards surrounding them laughed. Vic clenched her jaw.

The Asset kept scrutinizing her and she defiantly kept up the eye contact with him. He spent the longest time inspecting her of all the recruits and she started wishing he would move on.

Then before she knew it, she was suddenly forced backwards. Her breath was expelled from her lungs by the force with which she hit the ground. she landed a few feet from where she had been standing, hitting her head on the wall. She rolled around coughing and feeling her head for a wound, or a bump. Luckily, she only found the latter. Her other hand was on her sore stomach where he had kicked her. Every gasping breath she took hurt her.

“Your form was off.” Was all he said. The man still looked composed, as if he hadn’t just kicked someone across the room. Not even his breathing pattern had changed.

It was silent for a few seconds, the other people in the room didn’t seem to matter as they studied each other. Vic looking back up at him from where she was laying on the ground. Then she noticed this one strand of hair. It must have come loose due to the force of his kick. The strand was hanging in front of his eye. Not perfect. Somehow that amused Vic, and she tried to fight a wry smile off her face.

She stood up and limped back to her spot, hunched over to clutch at her stomach. But once she got there she straightened with a wince, looked him back in the eye and nodded, “I understand”. She tried to take on a better fighting stance and added a “sir.”

His cold expression had changed, his mouth had dropped open the tiniest bit, his eyes narrowing, piercing, scrutinizing her as if he was seeing her in a whole new light.

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Ashamed - ONE-SHOT

Summary: Sneaking around with the Super Soldier wasn’t easy and all you wanted was to stop it, but what do you do when Bucky doesn’t seem to want the same thing as you?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Plus size!Reader

Word Count: 3,242

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of sexy time, ANGST, BODY ISSUES, SELF-HATE, A LOT OF TEARS, fluff, (if there’s something else I didn’t put here, let me know, please)

A/N: Whoah, ok, not joking but I’ve been writing this since MARCH. AND IT’S DECEMBER. Oh my, but to be honest I started writing it one day and then totally forgot about it? I was going through my old/unfinished stuff and just felt like finishing this one. Hope you like it!

MASTERLIST

You sighed; laying your head on Bucky’s naked chest as he caressed your hair and kissed your forehead.

Having a secret “relationship” with Captain America’s best pal was harder than it seemed. It was not just sneaking in and out of each other rooms without a tower of trained super-heroes noticing.

It was about blocking thoughts so Wanda wouldn’t have a peek.

It was about taking showers with different soaps so Steve wouldn’t smell you on him or vice-versa.

It was about not holding more than three seconds stares so Natasha wouldn’t connect the points.

It was about acting like you weren’t falling for him so Bucky wouldn’t back away.

Yeah, it was hard.

It was exciting at first. Fooling a whole bunch of soldiers and hiding your feelings, but it was slowly killing you.

It was killing you hearing him say to get out before 4:30 because Steve always woke him up to a morning run, it was killing you watching him not sleep so he could sneak out when he thought you weren’t awake, it was killing having to back away from cuddling with Bucky when someone was entering the place you two were.

It made you feel bad things, every insecurity you always had, seemed to increase and hunt your sleep.

You were taken back from your thoughts when Bucky shifted on your bed, sitting and pulling up his boxers.

“What you’re doing?” You asked with frowned brows, giving a quick glance at the clock to see that you two still had almost 3 hours of spear until Steve went to his room.

“I’m going to sleep.” That one sentence pained you more than it should have; reminding you that he wasn’t yours.

“Tell me again why you can’t sleep here.” You laid on your stomach trying to act cool; giving him a view of the curve of your ass to take the focus off your disappointed eyes.

“Because I’m not ready to explain to a whole team that we are…” You cocked a brow at him, your heart pounding strongly, thinking he might have other vision of you rather than casual encounters. “Because it would be awkward to explain that we have casual sex.” You hummed, those words sinking in as he searched for his shirt.

“Close the door when you leave.” His head snapped in your direction as you turned to the other side, cursing internally for allowing your emotions to slip in your voice, but your lover didn’t say anything and you also didn’t saw the pain on his eyes.

Bucky could read you like an open book – most of the time -, there were times where just by the position of your shoulders, he was able to tell how you were and there were other times where even if you told him how you were feeling, he wouldn’t know what you meant.

“Sure.” His throat seemed to close when he saw you clutching tighter on the pillow, holding your breath so you wouldn’t cry in his view; as if Bucky knew that, he got dressed even faster, not wanting to see you break down.

He wouldn’t be able to handle that. It already pained him knowing that he was the cause of you not finding someone that actually deserved you, because, in James’s opinion, he wasn’t enough for you. So he bottled it up, he bottled it up and hid his true feelings under lock and key.

Closing the door behind him, Bucky sighed, closing his eyes in pain when he heard your soft sob. He needed to end that, it was hurting both of you and the last thing you deserved was to suffer and be held back by someone like him.

“I already knew.” You yawned, entering the kitchen and catching Steve and Natasha making out.

Nat was on top of the counter with Steve between her legs, well, that was before he jumped so far away that his ass hit the fridge on the other side of the kitchen.

“Y/N!” He squealed, blushing hard while Natasha froze in her position. “Wha- What are you talking about?”

“You stare at each other when Y'all think nobody is watching.” Trying to grab the cereal, you stood on your toes while mumbling, it took you three days to find out.

“You can’t tell anyone!” Steve stretched his arm, gripping the box and handing it to you, making you hum nonchalantly; Steve pressed you against the balcony, getting you in a cage between his arms. “I’m serious, Y/N.”

Looking over your shoulder, you saw that Natasha was already out of the room, you were aware that she didn’t know how to deal with surprises.

“I know what you two been doing for… what? Four months? I won’t lie… Most of it, I found because of you. Your eyes get gloomy when looking at her.” You smiled at your best friend, he still had his arms around you and you took your chance to hug his waist, looking into his eyes and chuckling at his red face. “You like her?”

There was a moment of silence as he caressed your cheek; Steve and you always had a loving friendship, he simply was affectionate just as you were.

“I think I love-”

“Good morning.” Steve jumped away from you as soon as he heard Bucky’s voice, he seemed like he was watching for a while before hissing and separating the two of you.

“Hey, bud! You scared the shit out of me!” He chuckled before kissing your forehead and grabbing his mug of coffee, your eyes stood in the bowl and the cereal while Buck kept staring at you, closely watching every movement you made as you reached for the milk.

“Why? Was I interrupting something?” Was that jealousy you sensed in his voice?

“Maybe. Cap was about to tell me something really important, wasn’t you, babe?” You gave a playful slap on Steve’s ass as he blushed, he didn’t tell Bucky yet about his secret relationship with Nat.

“It’s not that much of a deal.” He grumbled, sipping on his drink and avoiding his best friend’s gaze.

“I thought you were with Natasha, not with her.” Smirking, you shrugged your shoulders while Steve spilled the hot liquid on himself.

“Does everybody knows?!”

“Nah, just me, Barnes and Wanda, you know… She reads thoughts.”

“Still!”

“Answer me! Weren’t you with Nat?!” You rolled your eyes, grabbing your bowl and letting them discuss their friendship as you tried your best not to tell Bucky to fuck the fuck off, he had no right of acting jealous if he didn’t even acknowledge your feelings for him.

“Keep your voice down.” Your best friend hissed, looking around to see if there was someone else in the room beside you. “Yes, I am with Nat. I’m not cheating on her, if you’re worried about that.”

Ignoring the feeling of his eyes piercing through the back of your neck, you started to pour your cereal before soaking it in milk and eating.

You crossed your legs on top of the chair, leaving your clothes even looser around your big frame, cringing when you noticed that it had clung to your stomach for a second.

“Lost something down my neck, Soldier?” Steve frowned his brows at your bitterness towards his friend. Yeah, you didn’t talk to Bucky a lot, but you two never seemed to dislike each other.

“None of your business.” He hissed; stomping out of the room as you huffed in annoyance.

“Whoah, what was that for?” Shrugging your shoulders, you sighed before sliding the half-eaten bowl away from you. That even made you lose your appetite. “Did he say something to you?”

Steve tensed up, remembering all the times that he tried to pair you two up only to hear dumb excuses from his friend, one of which he thought it was particularly stupid. “She’s not my type.”

Bullshit. Steve knew you were perfect for Bucky, and if Nat hadn’t caught his eyes before he even met you, he’d probably be drooling over you.

“No. Why? Did he say something to you?” Narrowing your eyes at him as you turned on your sit, you watched him move uncomfortably, shifting the weight of his body to his other leg. You gasped before hissing, almost in pain. “He did!”

“It doesn’t matter.” You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms and pretending to be bored.

“I don’t like him, Steve. Whatever he said won’t get to me.” Steve seemed to ponder to tell you or not; you were almost giving up when you realized that what you said was a lie, it would get to you. “Never-”

“He said you’re not his type.” Those words stung your chest, how many time hadn’t you heard that from different people? You hummed, loosening your clothes even more than before. “H-He’s just stupid, Y/N.”

“Sure.” You shrugged, ignoring his nervous words as you got up, his words hammering your mind.

I didn’t seem not to be his type when we were having “casual sex”.

Suddenly, something popped on your mind, a sinking feeling in your stomach came together with the painful realization; Bucky is ashamed of me, he’s ashamed of the fat girl.

You turned your back at Steve, not wanting him to see the tears that were already rolling down your cheeks, you just wanted to stay under your sheets and turn into a ball, maybe that way you could disappear.

Already exiting the kitchen, your breath got stuck in your throat when in the line of your eyes you saw a broad huge chest covered with the grey shirt you so much loved to wear.

“Wha-” Bucky was cut short when you stumbled beside him, hitting his shoulder as you almost ran out of the room. Menacingly turning his eyes back at Steve, ignoring the worried look on his face, he slowly walked up to his friend; hands balled into fists and gritted teeth. “What did you say to her?”

“I just… She asked me what you said about her.” James felt a panicking feeling rising on his chest, it was getting stupidly hard to take a deep breath.

“What did you say to her?” Steve gulped, confusion written on his eyes at his friend’s reaction. As far as he knew, apparently, you two despised each other. “WHAT DID YOU SAY TO HER?” Backing off slight at Bucky’s roar, he stood his ground and frowned at him.

“I just said what you told me; that she wasn’t your type.” Bucky’s blood seemed to run cold to his heart, something bobbing up in his throat as he ran your way, ignoring Steve’s calls and ‘what the hells’.

Bucky barely catches you as you threw yourself in your own room, his hand on your wrist as you took a deep breath, resting your forehead on the door trying to recompose yourself.

“Doll, I-”

“No, Bucky.” Suddenly pulling your arm away from him, you turned, not caring if he saw your tears stained cheeks, you simply didn’t care anymore. “Not your type, huh? Is that what you tell your friends behind my back? That the fat ugly agent is not good enough for you?” You laughed humorless at his shocked face, the words spilling out like daggers through your lips.

“Y/N, I would never-”

“What? Then Steve lied? You didn’t tell him that I wasn’t your type?” Forming a thin line with his lips, Bucky nervously ran his fingers through his hair, tugging on the locks as he tried to think of something to say, anger boiling inside his chest. Why were you feeling like that? It wasn’t like you two were dating or anything!

“You’re overreacting, okay?!” The moment those words came out, James wished they never did.

It was like a switch, all the anger vanished as soon as he laid his eyes on your broken face. Wiping your tears with your sleeve, you slowly nodded with your head, swallowing all of the other tears that wanted and continued to spill.

“You know what, James? I think I am.” Your words came out shaky and calm, Bucky controlled the urge of holding you into his arms like he did so many times when you two were alone. “I mean, why would it matter that the guy I love and that I trusted to see my fucked up and disgusting body, thinks I’m not all of that?” His eyes widened as his throat locked at your words, he didn’t know if either your feelings or the way you talked about your body scared him the most.

“Why would it matter that the guy I simply thought that wasn’t ready to show everyone that he was seeing someone, actually was ashamed of letting someone see him with a fucking pig? I mean, it’s not something to react over right?” The tears began to run down your cheeks again, his silence only hurting you even more. “That’s it, isn’t it? If it was Natasha or Wanda or, or, whoever, that you were fucking with, you wouldn’t mind on Steve walking in on you sleeping with them, right?! You’d actually show them off, wouldn’t you?”

Both of you were aware of the team watching you guys at the end of the corridor; your raised voices getting everyone to, either get out of their rooms or follow the source of the unknown.

“That was it, wasn’t it? You were ashamed! Ashamed of everyone finding out you were screwing the fat girl!” Your screams were overwhelming him, his anxiety making Bucky feel like the corridor’s walls were suddenly closing in on him; it felt like an invisible hand was closing around his throat, not allowing him to swallow the words and feelings he so much tried to hide. “ADMIT IT! YOU WERE ASHAMED TO BE SEEN WITH ME!”

“I WAS ASHAMED TO BE SEEN WITH YOU!” He took a deep breath, ignoring the team’s gasp as you furiously wiped the tears again, already turning on your heels to enter your room after such humiliation. “No! You don’t get to turn your back on me!” He followed you inside, ignoring your screams for him to get out and closing the door behind him.

“Get the fuck out!”

“No! You screamed at my face and didn’t let me explain! Now, shut up and listen!” Scoffing, you denied your head, sinking down on the floor with your back against the bed and pulling your knees to your chest. “Yes, I was ashamed to be seen of you but not because of what you’re thinking. It had nothing to do with your body; I love it! I would gladly walk around this fucking city with an arm around you and tell random people that you were with me.” Raising your eyes, you stared at his blue ones, watching as he tiredly sat in front of you against the wall, his own eyes holding unwanted tears.

“And why didn’t you?” You whispered after some minutes of silence, your voice hoarse of so much scream.

“Because I can’t do that to you.” Holding your hand from wiping the tear from his cheek, you waited for an explanation. “I can’t hold you back; deprive you of being with someone that actually deserves you. Someone that you can sleep with and not be afraid of choking you to death in the middle of the night because of an attack. Someone you can go out with, holding hands without having to divide their attention between you and their surrounds because they are too paranoid that he’ll get caught. Someone that won’t feel guilty for loving an angel like you.”

Never had you heard him say those things; Bucky always seemed sure of himself and his own control and safety, but apparently, you were seeing all wrong.

“That’s why you don’t sleep?” He shrugged at your whisper, lowering his eyes at his metal hand and remembering all the times that he simply held you close, trying his best not to sleep. Never once had he slept in your arms, too afraid to even try. “Why were you ashamed?”

“Because you’re freaking perfect, Y/N.” You tried to see any sign that he was lying, but you couldn’t find one. “You’re so damn perfect that I was ashamed of being seen with you and have everyone thinking ‘own, she’s such a good person, being with the broken monster and all!’.” He scoffed, denying with his head and lowering his gaze again before muttering: “You deserve someone enough for you, and I’m not him.”

Denying with your head, you quickly were by his side, wiping the tears from his cheeks and trying to take his hands from pulling angrily at his own hair.

“James, you- you are!”

“No I’m not! I’m the fucked up! For fuck’s sake, I made you cry!” Falling on his lap, he didn’t have much to you but to embrace you, his face hiding on the crook of your neck as you soothed his sobs by resting your chin at the top of his head slowly running your finger through it. There was welcome silence, both of you comforting each other until you heard him mumble something on your neck.

“Hm?”

“You’re perfect, and I love you, and your body.” His hands traveled your sides before resting on your back to pull you further into him as if the little space between you two was too much for him.

“Then why did you say I wasn’t your type?” You asked quietly out of curiosity, insecurity still dripping from his words as he backed slightly away from you.

“Because I panicked, If I admitted to him that I found you the most beautiful person that I had ever laid eyes on, he’d try to pull us together and- and I don’t know how I would react if you didn’t feel the same way. I’d not only lose you, but also your friendship, and I- I can’t.”

Cupping his cheeks with your hands, you rested your forehead on his, intensely staring into his eyes and drinking from all the feelings that he so well hid from you for months.

“I love you, Bucky. You’re not a monster and you are more than enough for me, I just hope that I’m enough for you.” He smiled lightly, leaning in to kiss you gently before trailing soft kisses on your neck and shoulders.

“And I love you and every inch of this perfect body.” He muttered against your skin as you couldn’t help but to feel like butterflied were flying around your stomach.

Going back up, Bucky kissed you lovingly, eyes still closed when a smirk formed on your lips.

“I’m loving this, I really am, but, what will we tell the team?” James groaned thinking about all the interrogations they would have to go through, but soon enough, his lips also curled into a smile.

“We’ll tell the truth.”

“That we been having casual sex for months?” You cocked a brow, brushing his hair off his face before he denied his head, planting one last kiss on your lips before whispering:

“That we been falling in love with each other for months.” Your smile grew bigger as you got up and pulled him with you, only to fall back on your bed and nestle on his embrace, resting your head on his chest as he kissed your temple.

“Works for me.”

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Dear Evan Hansen: Way Too Out of Touch

@amazingmsme asked: Could you maybe write a fic where Evan & Connor are watching a movie with a t scene & Connor squirms a lot during it so Evan sees what’s up with that

I combined it with a small idea from an anon. Very sorry that I don’t watch movies with tickle scenes very often, so insert your own movie in the fic XD Also this is hardly in character lmfao I suck at writing for these two

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A movie at Connor’s house. What could be so bad about that? With a kind donation from Connor’s parents, they were able to order Chinese. With Zoe up in her room and his parents gone, Connor knew he practically had Evan to himself. And that was both wonderful and terrifying. They only started dating a week ago, so the two teens were getting used to being in a relationship. 

But oh god, what do we do? What do I offer? Fuck, he probably thinks I’m a moron for not knowing how to host somebody.

“Y-You wanna maybe, I dunno, watch a movie?” Evan suggested, wiping his mouth after chewing on some Lo Mein. 

Connor’s lip quirked up in a relieved grin. That’s exactly why he’s your boyfriend. 

“Sure. Anything you got in mind?” Connor asked. 

Evan thought, not wanting to make the decision since he was very bad at those, “Uhh... whatever you want is fine.”

God, they were hopeless. Connor sat back down on the couch with remote in hand, and he started flicking through some On Demand movie selections, “Stop me when you see something you like.”

Evan’s eyes darted through the titles as he continued eating his food, now enjoying some plain white rice. He saw a title he recognized and figured it would be sweet for them to watch, so he spoke up and pointed it out to Connor. The long haired teen had never seen that film before so he just went with Evan’s gut and pressed play. The two sat back on the couch to watch it, each with a carton of Chinese food in their hands. 

“Wanna try a sweet and sour pork? It’s really good,” Evan offered Connor with his chopsticks outstretched, cheeks puffed out because of the food he was still chewing. 

Connor smiled very softly at Evan’s overall cuteness and he took the bite offered to him, “Mmm, not bad.”

As the movie went on, the two became full and finished their food. Connor felt awkward just sitting on the couch now. Yes, a movie was going on, and yes Evan looked comfortable as hell. He placed his socked feet up on the couch a while ago. And there’s Connor, sitting upright on the couch in his own house. Why did he have to be such a stupid fucking wreck? 

And then it happened. Some scene coming randomly out of the movie. Was this entire night personally out to attack Connor Murphy? At first, Connor didn’t even realize what was going on in the movie. His mind was elsewhere. But he came to focus in on the sound of giggling and the clear tousling in a bed. Eyes now wide, Connor visibly squirmed and his breathing quickened for a few seconds. He gripped his arm nervously and his legs shifted back and forth. God, why why why why. This was the longest freaking tickle scene he’d ever seen. 

“Connor?”

Connor snapped his head in the direction Evan had called him from, “Y-Yeah?” Shit, a stutter. Now you really gave it away, Murphy. Good fucking job. 

“You okay? Are you feeling anxious?” Evan leaned in closer to Connor, by now knowing a few of the signals Connor would give off if he was having trouble. 

Connor jerked back out of instinct and because of what that dumb scene was doing to him, “Uh-Uh, no! No, Evan, I’m fine.” The scene ended. Thank god. 

“You sure?” Evan frowned slightly from worry, reaching out his hand to hold Connor’s in a loving move, but he didn’t expect Connor to pull his arm away before Evan even touched him. Both arms were now wrapped around his midsection. 

Evan’s lower lip fell open, staring at Connor. Did he do something wrong? Why was he acting like this? 

“I’m perfectly fine!” Connor blurted out, “Let’s just watch the movie.” 

Evan sat back now, feeling dejected. Was something going on with Connor that he didn’t know about? And was it that bad that he couldn’t even speak openly to him about it? But the movie continued, now Connor and Evan sitting in a forced awkward silence. 

Connor kept his eyes glued to the screen now, not daring a look at Evan. Of course he knew. Who wouldn’t figure it out after that scenario? A small stupid kink of his was out in the open for his boyfriend of all people to see. How could life get any worse? Life answered Connor Murphy with another tickle scene between two different characters. 

Connor audibly groaned and he looked away from the screen, no longer able to be subtle about it. 

Evan now frowned and he sat directly next to Connor, placing a hand on his shoulder, “Connor? Connor, what is it?” 

Connor sighed and he covered his face with both hands, “Why are you acting like you don’t know what’s going on?” 

Evan rose a brow, “I-I don’t! Tell me what’s going on and then I can help you.”

Connor looked over at Evan and he studied his face. Wow, clueless. How lucky was he? Connor, a clear blush on his cheeks now, ran a hand through his hair and cleared his throat. He nervously glanced at the screen again and winced, hoping that didn’t make it more obvious.

Evan looked at the screen and then back at Connor. And back at the screen again. The puzzle pieces were finally fitting together. 

“Oh, does... does that make you uncomfortable?”

“What?” Connor scoffed, a derisive chuckle leaving his lips. Time to act macho, “What kind of a person would be uncomfortable because of t.... you know, that.”

Evan repeated for him, “Tickling. So you don’t like tickling?”

Connor flinched at the two times Evan used the word and he cringed, “Please don’t say it.” 

Evan now smiled softly, trying to show compassion, “Does it embarrass you?”

Connor wouldn’t even lift his head up to look at Evan, knowing that would be the death of him. His cute fucking face and that cute fucking smile. Couldn’t risk it. 

“Connor,” Evan chortled, “I didn’t even know you were ticklish.”

Connor whimpered, “Fine!” he blurted out, shooting his head up in such a rush that his hair flew in his face, “I have this thing... this... I’m okay with tic-- that. I like it.” 

Evan listened to Connor and he smiled, “That’s actually really... adorable.” 

Connor blushed deeper, “Y-Yeah? You don’t think it’s creepy?”

“No,” Evan shook his head, “Nothing about you is creepy or weird or-or wrong.”

Connor swallowed and he took a deep breath. The two sat there, facing each other, as the movie played on in the background. 

Evan tilted his head and he slid his hand on the couch closer to Connor before lifting it and pressing it against Connor’s side. Connor jerked from just the touch and he bit his lip, eyes dark but holding a glimmer of excitement. 

“You don’t really smile that much,” was Evan’s delivery before gently squeezing Connor’s side. The thinner teen gasped and he shrunk in on himself, his whole body shaking with suppressed laughter. Evan smiled and he brought in his other hand to worm its way to Connor’s other side, poking and prodding. Connor’s drapes of hair covered his face, and small squeaks or gasps of breath escaped him. 

Evan’s fingers wiggled into Connor’s sides before tippling up his ribs, dancing them up and down like a row of piano keys. Connor’s head flew back and he belted out a laugh. Finally. Evan giggled and he pushed Connor’s legs down onto the couch so he could sit on them and expose more of him to tickles. 

Even in the small confines of a cloth couch, Evan was wrecking Connor with tickles. He wasn’t an expert at it by any means, but he was trying his best just to get Connor to laugh like this. Connor’s eyes crinkled so much that they were practically closed as a smile split his face in two. Laughter poured from his lips, his arms loosely bound to his midsection. He couldn’t deflect Evan for long so Evan continued to work his fingers in and out of new crevices. 

The one time Connor was forced to fight the tickles was when Evan dove his hands under Connor’s arms and wiggled his digits into his hollows. Man, that drove him up the wall. Shrieking was the new form of laughter and Connor bucked, his arms trapping Evan’s in his armpits. 

Evan didn’t really say much while tickling Connor. He just smiled and ended up giggling with him. It was so endearing just to know that Connor enjoyed this. Evan had the power to cheer him up whenever he wanted to. A snort caught Evan’s attention and he snickered, yanking his arms out from under Connor’s and moving to circle his belly button. 

Connor shook his head back and forth, hair flying every which way. His cheeks were red and his laughter was loud. He only started begging when his stomach muscles ached from laughing so much. 

Evan retracted his hands and remained sitting on Connor’s legs, looking down at him lovingly. Evan chuckled nervously and scratched behind his head, “You okay?”

Connor panted, his chest heaving. But he was smiling. Smiling so wide his cheeks hurt. He blinked away some happy tears and leaned up, smiling at Evan. Evan smiled back and he leaned down to meet Connor. Connor held the back of Evan’s neck and pulled him in until their lips converged in a kiss. 

“Are you sensitive, Ev?” Connor grinned after their lips parted. Evan’s eyes widened and he scrambled off Connor. 

“No no no, wait!” 

But Connor grabbed Evan’s arm and kept him from running. He pulled him back down onto the couch and clawed a hand into his belly. Evan laughed just as merrily as Connor had. They both needed a bit more laughter in their lives. And it didn’t have to come from a movie.