#Steve Rogers imagines fluff
Chris and the reader and some friends are playing truth or dare. (Both like each other but are not together).
The reader gets dare and she has to give Chris a lapdance 😭😭😭😭😭😭
oooooh shit nonnie, it's getting spiiicccyyy in here
pairing: chris evans x reader
rating/warnings: fluff, lap dance, admitiing feelings
(holy shit, look at this man-)
You sat around with some of your MCU castmates, while they all acted like 12 year old girls. You and Chris laughed at their antics. Chris, oh sweet Chris. You were so in love with him, not just with his looks but, he was the most kind hearted, compassionate, loving, human being you'd ever met.
RDJ clapped to get everyones attention. "Okay I propose we play truth or dare." Everyone cheered. You looked to Chris and whispered, "I feel like I'm in highschool again." He giggled. God, making that man laugh was the highlight of your day.
RDJ got the game started. He asked Scarlett, and she chose dare. So, she had to wear a bucket on her head for the rest of the game. Next was Anthony, who asked Chris, and he chose truth. "Is it true that you are seeing someone and haven't told us?" Everyone held their breath as he looked around. "No it's not true" Hoot and hollers all around. Then, Paul asked Elizabeth and she chose dare. "I dare you to-oh! text your ex saying 'i miss you' " Everyone cheered again. "Your cruel Paul so cruel." RDJ pointed out.
Now, Elizabeth asked you, and you chose dare. Big mistake. She knew the crush you harbored for the man sitting next you. She was going to use it. "Okay Y/N I dare you tooooo," She tapped her chin with her finger as if she was thinking. That's when you grew nervous. ", hmmmm I dare you to give Chris a lap dance." Oh fuck.
"Well I don't think that's-"
"Ah a dares a dare l/n" RDJ sassed
"Yeah Y/N if you don't do it, your a chicken." Anthony egged on. You figured everyone had caught on to what Elizabeth was trying to do.
You took a deep breath in, "I'm game if you are." Chris's eyes almost bulged out of his head. "I have one condition," You faced the group.,", I want it to be in the other room" You demanded.
They all looked at one another before they gave a collective nod. You stood up and held your hand out to the man in question. He looked to you, grabbed your hand, and let you lead him to the next room. You opened the door to a random guest room, and closed the door.
"Listen we totally don't have to do this if it makes you uncomfortable. It's a stupid dare we 100% don't have to do it" You wrung your hand nervously. He gave a sligh smile. "No Y/N I'm not uncomfortable. In fact I'm overjoyed that I get a lap dance from the girl of my dreams." That made you pause. "I'm sorry what?"
"Y/N I've been in love with you since I met you." You sih=ghed.
"Oh thank god, I was really hoping I wasn't the only one. That would be embarrassing." You both laughed. He walked towards you, getting into your space. He cupped your face and planted a kiss on your lips.
It made your mine blank. Your hands grasped the hair at the back of his neck, and pulled. The moan he let out was sinful. You had to pull away, due to the lack of oxygen. You both were panting. "So how about that lap dance?"
*time skip because I know nothing about lap dances*
You both came out, flushed. Chris was sporting the biggest boner and you, you were pratically dripping down your legs. Between the grinding, praise,, and dirty words, you both were a mess.
"So how was it?" Was the first thing RDJ said when he saw you both. 'Uuuuuh, great?" Chris answered in the form of a question. "yeah, great" You said with a smile. Everyone eyed your state, and Chris's noticing the sexual tension.
"On that note, I have to go and Chris offered to take me home so" Chris grabbed his and your coat and ushered you out the door.
a/n: so uuuuh, i was gonna put smut but it's very late and i'm a tiny hooman who is very tired
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Hehe since I just saw your latest Stucky post, I've had this idea brewing in my head. So imagine the boys having to deal with a drink avenger!reader. Like this woman is a boss bitch, takes no nonsense, can kick some serious ass but drunk she is a flirt, and softie who just wanna cuddles and kiss her beautiful Beaus. Does she spill some spicy secrets at the party to the rest of the team who knows 🤷 maybe Sam tricks her into playing never have I ever adult version 😂
Idk where this so going, but I would love to read your take on it 😂♥️♥️
awwww nonnie this is-this is gonna be great
pairing: stucky x reader
rating/warnings: fluff, drunk!reader, swear words?
Listen, you didn't mean to get this drunk. Natasha just kept feeding you drinks as the night went on. When you drank you tended to get a little, touchy? You wanted to be cuddled and loved, and praised. During the day, you were a fucking warrior. You were a badass in the feild, fighting peole left and right, always got the job done. You were the teams best technical anylist (besides jarvis of course), in simple terms you were a boss bitch.
"Pssst Natasha!" You whisper yelled to the woman at the bar. "You see those fiiiiiiine men over there?" You point 10 feet away to your super soldier boyfriends chatting with Sam and Tony. "Yeeaaaah I get to go home with them and there gonna sex me so goooood mmhm" You flopped your head onto the bar. Natasha waved Sam, Wanda and Vision over to witness this.
"Oh yeah, what else?" Nat egged on. "Oooooh their such great cuddlers. Having two boyfriends is great because when we cuddle, it's like a big super soldier sandwhich and it's just uuuuuuuuh" At this point Bucky, Steve and Tony walked over to see the comotion.
'Hey! There they are! Hi guys!" You flopped yourself into their arms and hummed. "Hi darlin' " Bucky said with a drawl. "God you guys are warm, kiss please" You looked up at them and puckered your lips. Everyone was trying to hold in their laughs, including Bucky and Steve.
Steve leaned in first and gave you a quick peck, which you pouted at. Then Bucky leaned in and gave you a longer, more forcefull kiss. "Alirght alirght, there's people." Steve asserted as he nudged you both. You pulled away with a angry look, "First you don't even cuddle me properly," looking at how Steve had an arm around your waist, and an arm around Bucky. Bucky had one arm around your shoulders, the other around Steve's waist. ", then you take away my kisses rights! not fair." You yelled as you stomped your foot.
"Yeah boys give her some love" Sam joked. "Shut it Sam" Steve wasn't big on pda. It's not that he didn't want to love on you, he just prefered to keep it private. Bucky started to rub and scratch at your head, making you hum and push your head onto one of their shoulders. Steve's big, warm hand started to rub up and down your back, making you pull away, and grab his hand.
You held it up to your face, examining it. "Watcha doing Y/N?" Wanda questioned with laughter. "Look how big it is! It's like the size my face. UUUh guys! You know what this hand does?" You waited for a response. When no one gave one, you continued. "This hand, wraps around my neck sometimes and then he puts his big fingers-" Bucky put a hand over your mouth. "Alright sweetheart that's enough."
Everyone was stunned. Shocked even. Golden boy, Steve Rogers, kinky? "No Y/N go on, what about Bucky?" Tony asked. Bucky took his hand away, also curious about what you were going to say.
"OOOOOh Ton's you have no idea. His lips, my gooooood he does this thing in my pus-" This time it was Steve that cut you off. "Y/N, love, that's enough." He looked at you with THE look. And with that tone? Oh fuck.
"Uh oh, he's using his daddy tone, I think I'm in trouble." You whispered the last part as if they couldn't hear you. Steve was beat red, and Bucky was laughing his ass off like the rest of them. He looked to Steve, so serious, that means he had to be too.
"Y/N, stop, that's enough" He tilted his head, to let you know he meant buisness. "oooooh he also likes to be called daddy, which is greaaaaat because I like calling them daddy because their amazing and they take care of me and give me amaaaaaaazing orgasms" People couldn't breathe from how hard they were laughing. And that made you laugh.
Steve grabbed your cheeks by one hand and moved your head towards him. "Baby" He said in a low tone. Bucky turned you to look at him as well, "Enough"
You hung your head, "sorry" you once again flopped into their chests, as they continued their minstrastions from ealier. "cuddles now?" You asked in a sweet, innocent tone, complete 180 from ealier. Everyone gawked, h-how did they just-
"Of course darling." Bucky answered. "kissy's too?"
Steve smiled down out you, seeing your innocent doe eyes he loves so much. "Mmm course bubs, lets go to bed hmm?" You hummed. Bucky picked you up but your thighs, you wrapped your legs around his waist. You reached an arm out to Steve, wanting his hand to hold. "Alright little love, I'm coming," He turned to the group. ", night everyone"
"night night!" You yelled out before falling asleep on Buckys shoulder.
Everyone just stood there. Not knowing what the hell just happened.
Vision spoke up, "I did not find any of that amusing"
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everything and beyond (6/?)
steve rogers x reader (fluff)
summary: you pine after steve, and he pines after you. part 6: happy birthday sam!
word count: 1.4k
warnings: swearing, alcohol
(part 1) (part 2) (part 3) (part 4) (part 5)
"And you didn’t just ravage her in the kitchen, right then and there?"
“Jesus—” Steve blinks at Tasha several times in disbelief. “Why are we friends, again?”
She tapes her side of Sam’s birthday banner to the wall. “I don’t know, considering how big of an idiot you are.” She chucks the roll of tape into Steve’s hands. “She said please.”
Yes, you did. Whispered it, softer than a breath. After he had asked to try the frosting you made for Sam’s cake, and you let him, and his mind was foolishly conceding all control, his body crowding you into the corner, you had said please.
Steve hangs his side of the banner. “She didn’t specify what that meant.”
Tasha steps off her stool, walking backwards to make sure the HAPPY BIRTHDAY SAM! is straight. “Since when are you shy about getting what you want?” she wonders. “Didn’t you try to enlist into the army so hard they turned you into the first super soldier?”
“This is different. It has to go both ways.” Steve pauses sadly. “The wanting.”
He has to stamp down his wanting, and fast, but waves of it crash over him at several moments throughout the night.
The utter joy in your expression when Wanda produces these fake little fireworks as you all yell Surprise, Sam! Then, the orange light of the candles making your face glow and eyes shine as you present him with his birthday cake. Your melodic, slightly off-key voice cutting straight through to his ears when the singing starts, and how every move you make is flourished by the light skirt of your dress always trailing a second behind you.
Your sweet, nervous giggles now, even as you hand Torres a piece of the cake you made together.
Thanks to the serum, he can hear every word of your conversation over the dozens of partygoers, grating in his ears.
“You really made this?”
Your eyes flick to Steve, who stands just a few spaces back in line from Torres. “I had some help.”
He lifts a forkful to his mouth and hums slowly. When you bashfully tug at a strand of your hair, stuttering out a thank you, Steve has to turn away and drain the last of his beer.
He jumps when he finds Maria standing directly behind him, eyes narrowed. “Good thing the serum didn’t give you laser vision or that poor guy would have a hole in the back of his head.”
Steve swallows. “What?”
“Did you know there are Enhanced people with laser vision?” she asks, genuinely curious.
Then, his mind catches up with her accusation. “I’m not—” Jealous. He flinches at the thought.
“Oh, please.” Maria uses her half-full beer bottle to tap the empty one hanging loosely in Steve’s hand, some vague cheers of sympathy. “Is it true you can’t get drunk?”
His fist around the bottle tightens. “Believe me, I’ve been trying.”
She chuckles at that, sauntering forward so she can get a piece of cake before him.
Maria makes a comment about how beautiful the cake looks before happily joining the rest of their friends. Steve steps toward you, heart hammering. He’s not jealous, or at least he shouldn’t be.
“Hi, Steve,” you chirp, cutting him a square and plopping it onto a thin paper plate.
“Nice job on the cake,” he tries, gesturing with his bottle toward the neat, colorful frosting.
You tilt your head a little, holding the dessert out for him from across the narrow table. “You haven’t even tasted it yet.”
There’s that smile. He tries not to stare at your lips and think about how you had once asked him Please.
He shrugs. “Everyone seems to like it.”
“Couldn’t have done it with you. Here, try it.”
Steve moves to grab it from you. Also opens his mouth to apologize for earlier in the day, for not helping you put the finishing touches on the cake, for making things awkward.
For being too much of a fucking coward to kiss you when you had—maybe—asked him to.
But the flimsy plate falls from your pinched fingers, and the cool, sticky cake lands on his abdomen. “Oh my god.”
He blinks at his ruined blue shirt. “It’s fine.”
Dread colors your words: “Billy’s here.”
His eyes dart to yours, taking in your far-away look directed over his shoulder. “What?” He attempts to turn, but you rush to his side of the table, punching several paper napkins into his stomach.
“He’s here.” Your eyes stay somewhere behind Steve, until you shift your weight to the right to hide behind his body, muttering to yourself. Then, your gaze lifts to his, eyes shimmering.
“The fuck is Russo doing here?”
“I don’t know,” you say in a panic. With the napkins, you scoop most of the frosting off his shirt, whipping the sugary mess into a nearby trash can. “I don’t know. And I’m sorry for this.”
Why do you apologize for everything? “It’s just a shirt—”
Then, he feels your nails scratch through the fabric of his soiled button-up, dull against his chest, and you’re kissing him.
The soft push of your lips contrasts sharply from the way you scrape at him, unbuttoning his shirt from the top down. Your mouth tastes like wine and your breath ghosting over his face reminds him of the smell in his kitchen whenever his ma baked something special. His head feels empty and light, as he sways toward your grip.
Once he’s fully unbuttoned, your arms circle his waist to rip his soiled shirt from where it’s tucked into his pants, revealing his white tank top.
Vaguely, he registers the distant hooting of his teammates.
“Smile for me,” you plead, right into his half-open, stunned-silent mouth. Your feverish hands push up his chest to shove the sleeves off his shoulders. “Make it convincing.”
A dull whirring sounds in his brain as he processes what you’re asking.
For you, anything.
Like he’s practiced in the heat of a fight, he calms immediately, pressing an effortless smile back into your lips. His hands drift to your hips, slipping on the delicate fabric of your dress.
You step back from him, forcing him into awareness of just how much of your curvy body had been flush against his. He couldn’t say whether you stepped that close into him, or if he pulled you.
Carefully, you tuck his shirt into itself, wrapping up the sticky buttercream.
Steve has no idea how far away Billy is, but he fights to clear his throat and put some confidence back in his voice. “If you wanted me to take my shirt off, you could’ve just asked, sweetheart.”
You scoff, shoving his arm. “It was an accident, Stevie.”
He smirks, catching you and pressing his lips into the corner of your forehead. “Uh-huh.”
A giggle bubbles in your throat but dies when the sound of Billy Russo’s dress shoes come to a halt right behind Steve. He turns around and feels a moment of triumph when you don’t hide behind his shoulders but instead decide to face Russo, together. Your arms sneak around Steve’s waist. “Billy. What are you doing here?”
His eyebrows raise doubtfully as he studies the picture before him, you with your high-pitched voice, clinging to a super soldier who blushes wildly at your unfamiliar touch. “Hey, honey.”
The pet name is casual, almost affectionate.
And possessive, like you’d never stopped being his.
Your cheery expression falls as you squeeze tightly around Steve’s roiling stomach. If you weren’t holding him, keeping him by your side, he would have knocked Russo’s jaw out of place.
“Don’t call her—” Steve starts.
“No one invited you, Russo!” Helen jeers from afar, over the background music and party chatter that now booms too loud in Steve’s ears, especially as your ex offers you this pathetic, pleading look. “Booooo.”
Russo ignores that, keeping his brown eyes locked on you. “Can we talk?” he asks, with a thin layer of something genuine underneath the words.
Steve lets his hand rub circles into your back. You exhale unsteadily then nod, a timid movement that he feels against his chest moments before you let him go.
Even after you toss an uncertain look over to Cho and the others, Billy spins on his heels and strides out the front door of the Compound, his confidence unshaken.
Before you follow him, you hesitate. Lifting up on your toes, you kiss Steve’s cheek, quick and courteous. “Thanks for trying.”
“Sweetheart, you don’t—” Steve grabs your hand before you walk away.
“I can make him leave. Punch his face in, or something.”
You smile wearily. “I know you can, super soldier.”
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Non-drunk; Chris Evans.
the reader is keeping a secret away from Chris, so after dinner with her friends, things just come out.
Gif is not mine. Credits to unearthlydust.
Pairings: Chris Evans x pregnant!reader.
Warnings: None, this is pure love and fluff stuff. If you feel uncomfortable with pregnancy just don't read.
A/N: I'm not a native English speaker and I'm also new on Tumblr so pls don't be rude. I hope you enjoy this!
MY WORKS BELONGS TO ME. DON'T TRANSLATE, DON'T COPY AND DON'T PUBLISH THIS ON WATTPAD OR ANY SITE.
Chris was completely sure that you'll be coming back home in a clumsily drunk state. No matter how many times you denied his declaration, he ignored you like a kid. You used to go out with your friends every Tuesday night, you'd probably have dinner in some fancy restaurant and sometimes it was hard for your group to skip the champagne and the wine. You promised him that tonight it was going to be different, little did he know it was because you have a secret you are still keeping for yourself. Not for long, you imagine.
"No alcohol for me." You repeated, again. He smiled.
"I don't believe you, ya know?"
"You look so beautiful." Chris was behind you in your bedroom. "You promise me you'll be going safe tonight?"
"You should, I'm your fiance." The man was all smiles and nodded to you in front of the mirror.
He hugged you and his hands went to your belly in almost a second, you died in that moment. How can he know about your secret? You just realized you were pregnant yesterday and nobody knows it, you tried to keep the secret away from your family and friends. That was the reason you didn't want to drink alcohol, you have a beautiful life in your own body. Something made by love. The hands of the man you loved in your belly could be a coincidence? Chris didn't say anything, he was looking at you in the mirror with a dreaming look.
"Are you okay?" You asked your lover, interrogating him with your eyes.
"I love you, babe."
"I love you too."
Chris left you in the restaurant with a kiss and a hardly goodbye. You easily started a conversation with your girlfriends and you ate more than ever. Your appetite was quite different tonight and when your best friend met your eyes, you could know that she must know something. Lisa was already drunk, she flirted with the waiter three times and everytime he walked next to her, she made a comment about his ass. You thought she was too loose in her own mind to care about you or the way you didn't touch the champagne and preferred to drink water. So, when you walked to the bath in the middle of the dinner, she followed you like a shadow.
"Why didn't you drink the champagne? Something is happenin'? You never leave the glass full " She asked you, coming next to you. "Oh, no. You're pregnant, It's the only reason I can think right know."
"Is that a bad thing?" You asked, your friend was the first person you told about your uncoming baby.
"No, that's great! I don't like kids for sure, I think they're ugly but it's good for you. You like kids."
You couldn't not smile at her in that moment, she was drunk and she was really honest with all her confessions. Lisa will probably forget all you said tonight. It was good too, you felt so overwhelmed and worried about your baby and your future, so you were kind of more relaxed with your friend not acting like a mother.
"I think I'll call Chris, I feel like I couldn't wait any longer. He is the father, I mean, he must know this."
"Chris is the father?" You raised an eyebrow. It was obvious that Chris was the father. You were together for two years now and he was the first real boyfriend you had. He met your family and you met his. His dog was pretty close to you from the first moment. You loved him and the relationship you both had made. Being his wife was the next step in your relationship and it was coming in only two weeks.
You called Chris in the bathroom, Lisa was still there and you made a short call, or at least, that's what you expected. You just wanted him to take you home and eventually, you'll be going to tell him the truth. You were ending the call when Lisa screamed too loud. "AN APPLAUSE FOR THE DAD! DADDY CHRIS!"
"Chris…" you whispered, hearing your own heartbeat.
"I'm coming, just wait there."
He didn't sound angry or happy, or with any emotion at all. Your nails were suffering from your own nerves and when you saw his car on the street, you knew that the secret must have to be revealed. Chris opened the door for you and he didn't say anything. You took a seat and waited for a couple of minutes, your department wasn't really away from the restaurant and you both came to the house faster. The front door was being closed when he finally spoke.
"Is that true?" you saw his puppy eyes. "Me being a dad?"
You nodded your head slowly. "You are going to be a father."
He made something that you weren't expecting, his arms lifted you from the ground and kissed you as he knew how. Like the time he proposed to you, Chris made an eternal promise. You move your own hands to bring him even closer.
"It's kinda sad that I have to discover the truth by your drunk friend." he said, leaving kisses in your lips. "But I've never been so happy like now. I think we should move the date of our wedding, I can't wait to marry you and make you my wife."
Your laugh broke the serious moment in Chris' face. "No way! You have to wait only for two weeks."
"That's a lot, love"
"Well, we have to wait for nine months for our baby. Two weeks are nothing compared to that."
"Our baby, how magical that sounds?" Chris left a kiss in your nose. "Okay, fine. I think we should do other things while we wait."
And after all, that's how everything started. Your baby hadn’t magically appeared there.
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Hi. Can I please request just some Steve Rogers x wife reader post endgame fluff. Just general domestic life fluff. Whatever comes to mind☺️
You settle down once the war is over. Both you and Steve have given far too much already, it's time to retire. Besides, you have no doubt that Sam will make an amazing Captain America. The only real struggle is Bucky, but he tells Steve over and over again that he's happy for him - happy for both of you.
"You already gave an entire lifetime to your country, Steve. It's time." And that's that. You and Steve buy a cabin far away from everything and everyone - content with knowing that only close friends know where you live now.
"It's so weird getting used to the silence. I never thought I'd miss the sound of Brooklyn's busy streets," Steve says as he looks out the window. He's wearing a pair of sweatpants and holding a cup of coffee and you don't think he's ever looked better.
"I know, I miss it too sometimes. But I wouldn't go back," you say. Steve knows you don't just mean going back to Brooklyn. You mean you wouldn't go back to the life you had before - a life that left you constantly wondering if you'd see each other again.
"Me neither. I'm starting to enjoy retirement." He pulls you in and kisses the top of your head before finishing his coffee and getting dressed. It is nearing 7am on a Saturday, which means he'll be anxious to get out on his boat and see if his nets caught anything. You never imagined Steve Rogers taking up fishing as a hobby, but somehow it just feels right. He returns in the afternoon to find you sitting in the rocking chair on the porch reading a book. Before you met Steve, you would've laughed at anyone who said that you'd end up enjoying what you had always considered a boring life, but after everything you'd gone through, you craved normality. You just wanted nice and boring.
"I got us dinner," he says holding up the fish. You refrain from making a face as the smell hits you. He's so proud every time he catches something, and while you'd prefer fish from a supermarket that had already been cut and prepared, you have to admit that it tastes better when it's completely fresh.
"My hero," you smile closing your book and following him inside.
"I talked to Bucky. He wanted to stop by next Wednesday," Steve calls over his shoulder. He's heading straight for the shower to wash the stench of fish off. A rule you instated when you realised that his new hobby wasn't going away any time soon.
"Pepper wanted to stop by with Morgan as well," you say hearing the water get turned on. Steve is surprised when you're suddenly standing in front of him naked, but he recovers quickly. This is what you enjoy the most - the privacy to have these moments of intimacy. You can't get enough of them.
"Surprise," you mumble before wrapping your arms around him. He's quick to follow resting his forehead on your shoulder.
"You'd think after being married for five years, I'd get used to this, but I don't think I'll ever get over how fucking good you look naked." He's looking at you with hungry eyes, but you can't help yourself when you say: "Language, Cap." You both laugh, each of you remembering who said it first.
"Despite your horrible sense of humor, I sort of like you, Y/N Y/L/N." He cups your cheek letting his thumb gently rub your cheek. You lean into his touch feeling the calmness he instills in you.
"I kinda like you too."
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Hii, just want to say I love your work and it's amazing 🤍 If you are still taking requests for Pet, could we maybe get a scenario where y/n disrespects Bucky or Steve and she gets punished but not in a sexual way 🤍
I’ll admit, I was a little sceptical about writing this at first, but then I didn’t overthink it and this is what came about 😌
A BLURB ADD-ON OF MY PET SERIES
It was one of those rare days. One of the days that Bucky got to spend at the house while Steve was out for the entire day. He got his baby doll to himself and he couldn’t be happier.
When the day started, he got Y/N up from Steve’s bed and set about making her something to eat. She sat patiently at the breakfast table until Bucky reminded her of her place. “Pets don’t get to sit at the table, Princess,” he whispered, placing her food on the floor.
Y/N poured but slipped out of her chair and onto the floor. She got onto her hands and knees, ass in the air and began eating her breakfast. It was only a small mistake, Bucky thought nothing of it.
But then she made another mistake, one he was sure Y/N knew better than to make. She said no to him.
When he asked the question, Bucky didn't think his request was unreasonable. It was simple, really. All he did was ask her to go and put some socks on. They were what she knew she had to wear everyday. Bucky didn't know how he missed her not putting them on in the first place.
When he asked her to go upstairs and put her on knee high pink socks with the little bows on the front, she said no. Bucky almost lost it then and there. He was used to his newer girls saying no, but never his trained ones. And never his best girl.
But he dug is nails into his palm, keeping himself from overreacting. This was fine, this was okay. All she did was say no, he didn't want to lose his cool with her just yet.
The rest of the day passed seemingly without a hiccup. She got her socks on and came and sat on Bucky’s lap like a good little pet. She pressed kisses to his cheek and neck and buried her face in his shoulder. “Daddy,” she whispered, rocking her hips against his.
Bucky squeezed her hip in an attempt to stop her. “None of that now, doll.”
But she didn’t stop. She continued to rock against him until a wet patch could be felt through her panties. “Doll,” Bucky warned again, his jaw set.
The only thing that made her stop was when Bucky stood up. “I don’t You to stop, Pet!” He spat out the last word. “You’ve been nothing but disobedient all day and I’m sick of it.”
He gave Y/N no time to reply as he dragged her through the house, towards the kitchen. In the kitchen was a cage, the one she used to sleep in before she was moved to Bucky’s room and finally given to Steve. Bucky had brought it over just in case. He never thought he’d ever have to use it.
“In,” he commanded once he’d opened the door.
Y/N instantly turned towards him, her eyes wide and afraid. “No, Daddy, please. Please don’t put me in the cage. I’ll be a good girl, I promise!”
“Pets need to learn,” was all he said, eyes still on the cage. Somewhat reluctantly Y/N got onto her hands and knees and crawled into the cage.
Once she was in there Bucky shut and locked the door. A few tears sprang from her eyes and Bucky nearly reached forward to wipe them away. But he caught himself just in time and walked away, leaving her in there for the remainder of the day.
(She actually stayed in there until Steve got home. He came into the kitchen to find her there and immediately pulled her out. Steve basically babied her for the rest of the night, did whatever she asked of him and held her close)
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bucky x tva agent!reader aka agent x
will time heal all wounds or deepen them?
summary; 18+. Bucky is arrested by the TVA and if that isn’t enough trouble, he’s assigned to assist a rambunctious agent on her mission to capture one of her longtime foes.
*in this, we’re deviating a little from canon on the TVA’s mechanics and steve's ending (he stayed!)
talk to me about bucky x tva agent!reader here
A NEW SERIES COMING SOON (hopefully)
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The Barnes & Rogers Talk
Bucky Barnes x Girlfriend!Reader
Bucky can’t stop talking about you to his best friend, Steve Rogers.
It’s a Friday night and you let Bucky have his boy's night out with the boys at Tony’s penthouse. Bucky was hesitant to go with the boys since he doesn't want to leave you all alone in your apartment, but you insisted that he also needs time off and time of relaxation with his friends just like when you are going out with Nat and Wanda.
“So, how’s the new couple of the team?” Tony asked Bucky when they are sitting all together in Tony’s living room, “Have you guys thought of getting married already?”
Bucky knew that he’d be on the hot seat tonight, especially now that everyone knows about your relationship with the White Wolf.
You and Bucky have been friends since you joined the team, he has always been so soft and gentle with you. Whenever you’ll be on the same mission as him, he’ll always look out for you. Whenever you’re wounded, badly or not, he’ll be so frantic and so concern about you. This softness of his made you fall in love with him. You saw a good man in him. You saw a man with great dedication in what he does.
“We’re good, Tony. We’re having the time of our lives and enjoying every little thing about our relationship. But about marriage,” Bucky shook his head, “We just got together and I don’t want to rush her.”
“Barnes is right. They just got together as a couple. Why rush them?” Bruce asked Tony, agreeing with Bucky’s view of marrying you right away.
“Well,” Tony shrugged his shoulders, “I’m just saying. They’ll be down that road anyway, so might as well do it right away.”
Steve glances at Bucky and saw his pal just smiling. If Bucky will be the only one to decide on your relationship, he’ll agree with Tony, he’ll marry you right away. But it doesn't work that way. Bucky respects every decision you make, whether it’s for your life or the food of your relationship. You two will consult everything to each other before anyone of you makes the decision.
“Hey, let’s not rush the lovebirds,” Steve mumbled to Tony, defending his pal, "Let them enjoy everything first. Getting married is a different thing and a very serious one."
Tony gave up eventually, they moved on talking about Thor and his former flame, Jane. Bucky found the opportunity to finally call you, he's been thinking of doing that for quite some time now, and he didn't want to be rude so he waited for the perfect time.
You were in your apartment, catching up with your favorite TV series when the screen of your phone lightened up. You checked it and saw Bucky calling you. A smile escaped your lips upon seeing his name on your phone.
"Hey," you said after pressing the green button, "How's your night going?" you asked him.
"I miss you," Bucky answered on the other line, disregarding your question.
Your smile grew wider as you heard Bucky's answer to you, "Already?" you chuckled and shook your head, "You know, I never really thought you'd be the clingy one on our relationship," you said.
When you and Bucky got together, you thought you'd be the clingy and sweet one, but after spending a lot of time together, you soon realized that it's Bucky. He would be the one who'll initiate the call, who'll always text you first, and he won't end the call or call it a night until you two said your I love yous to each other, which you find cute and kind of unexpected.
"How's your night with the boys?" you asked him again, hoping to get an answer this time.
Bucky sighed, "Everything's good. The food is great, there's a lot of drinks, and Thor right now is being so drunkard," he shared.
"Oh, no," you shook your head and clicking your tongue with your teeth, "Is he talking about Jane now?" you joked.
"Actually, he is," Bucky answered. He sighed, "How 'bout you? How's your night?" he asked you.
You told him you're just watching a TV series and right after the episode you're in, you're gonna sleep and rest. He said he could've been with you and sleeping beside you tonight if only you agreed to him not attending Tony's party tonight.
"Buck, we already talked about this, right?" you reminded him of your conversation two nights ago, "I don't want your world to revolve around me all the time. I mean, you also have a life to deal with and we need to do some things on our own, most especially spending time with our friends. One more thing, I don't want our friends to think that we only just got together and we already forgot interacting and connecting with them," you explained.
Bucky agreed to what you said and everything made sense to him.
"I'll just leave you a message when I got home already, just in case you were asleep by that time," he told you.
You smiled as you hear how adorable your man is, "Okay, Sergeant Barnes. You should hang up and enjoy the night. I'll just see you tomorrow. Okay?" you said.
"I love you."
"I love you too," you replied.
As soon as Bucky put his phone in his pocket, he roamed his eyes and saw his best friend drinking alone in the bar area. He soon makes his way down there and asks if something is bothering Steve.
"You okay?" Bucky asked Steve as he taps his best friend's shoulder.
Steve smiles at him and nods, "Yeah, I'm just grabbing a new drink," he said.
"Thanks for backing me up a while ago. I didn't know what to do to drive the conversation away about me and y/n getting married already," Bucky said, thanking Steve.
"It's nothing. I know you, Buck. I know when you're too shy or too kind to turn the boat around," he pointed out. "But you know, I've always thought you and y/n would make a great couple," he added.
Steve was one of the people who would always tease you about liking Bucky. He said he has an eye for possible love relationships, just like what he saw between you and Bucky, Bruce and Nat, who by the way is still running around like a carousel.
"Man, I'm just so God damn happy. I didn't know this is what love will make out of me," Bucky said, smiling from ear to ear as he expresses his happiness of having you in his life to Steve, "I'll always look forward to the part where I'll come home to see her, and we'll just sit on her couch and watch a movie together. Whenever she wanted to go out and eat at her favorite pizza parlor, I'd be happy to join her 'cause I know it would make her so happy. There were times when she's gonna ask me to use her lap as my pillow and I find it so comforting, especially when she'll start to play with my hair using her fingers. That's something I can get used to for the rest of my life."
Steve could see in his best friend's eyes the happiness he thought he'd never see again. One thing's for sure, he's very happy, more like extremely happy for you and Bucky.
"And Tony's right," Bucky added, "One way or another, y/n and I will be on our way to settling down, getting married, building our own family and future. There's no other woman I'd want to go through that but y/n."
Steve chuckled as he taps Bucky's arm, "I know that feeling, Buck. I get it. Believe me, I'm really happy for you and y/n. There are no words to express my happiness and excitement for both of you," he sincerely stated. "And about settling down, you're right about it. You and y/n should take things slow and never rush into that part, that'll come and by that time arrives, you two are already ready," Steve advised to his best friend.
He has seen Bucky dated women in the past, but he knew what you and Bucky have is different from those past flings. He knew his pal is 100% serious in what he feels for you and there's no way on Earth he'd screw it up.
"If only Peggy's here, the four of us might have a double date to do," Steve smiles and looked down.
Bucky saw Steve's smile faded away.
He knew his best friend is still hurting for not getting his shot with Peggy in the past, for not being able to fulfill his promised dance to her, and of course, for not growing old together. It also concerns him that he's happy with you, yet Steve isn't that happy because he lost his chance at love.
"Steve," Bucky squeezes Steve's shoulder, "I have no solution for your lost time and chance with Agent Carter, but there's only one piece of advice I could give you and I'm sure that's what she wants for you too."
Steve looked up to Bucky with a frown on his face.
Bucky sighed, "Maybe it's time to open up your heart to someone else, to give yourself a chance to experience love again," he pondered.
"I don't know, Buck," Steve sighed, pausing for a moment to take a sip from his drink, "The last time I did that, I screwed up," he said, referring to his failed flirting and date with Sharon Carter.
"Well, you can always talk to Nat or even y/n if they can set you up with someone. I'm sure they'll come up with something," Bucky still insisting his best pal to date. "Come on, man, I can't stand being happy and you are being an old man," he joked.
Steve glared at his best friend, "Buck, you don't need to worry about me. Alright? If that thing about dating or flirting comes along, I'd be happy to entertain it, but if it doesn't, I'm fine with it as well. Dating a Captain America could be tough, so I'm sure it'll be hard to find the woman who could understand me and my course of work," he pointed out. When Bucky was about to insist again, Steve spoke again, "Just be happy with y/n, that's more than enough for me. Alright?"
Bucky shook his head and sighed, "Fine. But just in case you changed your mind, you know what to do," he reminded Steve.
"I sure will," Steve extended his glass to have a toast with Bucky.
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Love & Other Desire - Chapter 10
AN: I can’t at this point…
Pairing: Steve Rogers × Reader, (Future) Stucky × Reader
Warnings: Fluff, smut and angst are continuous themes in the whole series
For this chap: ANGST
Word Count: 1028
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Sex & Sadness
We shuffle into the living room with Steve leading the way. Me and Bucky exchange an uneasy glance and watch while Steve tosses a bouquet of lavenders on the table. Bucky opens his mouth to say something but is immediately cut off.
“Don’t. Just don’t,” Steve hisses, slipping out of his suit. Bucky’s mouth snaps shut, and he looks to me for help, but I only stare forward.
“What’s your plan exactly James?” Steve asks and Bucky winces at the angry use of his name.
“I just bought flowers Steve. And I came to check up on her,” he says, his gloved hand slipping into his pocket.
“You do that for all your patients?” Steve asks, rolling up his sleeves which would’ve seemed totally hot if I wasn’t getting chided like a child.
“Hey, that’s exactly what I said,” I say, making both their heads turn toward me. Bucky looks betrayed and Steve doesn’t look particularly amused.
I shrug and mouth a ‘what’ while shuffling toward the couch and throw my feet up once I get there.
“What do you want from us Bucky?” Steve asks and the tension in the room reaches its peak. Bucky looks to me for help and I melt.
“Steve, he’s telling the truth. There’s no secret agenda in coming to visit me, he really did bring flowers. Lavenders too,” I whisper the last sentence and look at Bucky with a grateful smile.
“So where have you been?” Steve asks, getting up to pour himself a drink.
“Steve, it’s the middle of the goddamn day, are you seriously drinking right now?” I ask, annoyed.
“Yes, I am. You know why? Because I came home to find my wife just ‘hanging out’ with our ex-lover,” he hisses while stalking towards Bucky. He stops within an inch of Bucky’s face, and I watch with bated breath. Both their eyes flick down to each other lips and I console myself in the knowledge that I’m not the only one with weird feelings.
“Well, where have you been?” Steve hisses against Bucky’s face who gulps in response.
“I-I was in MSF for about 4 years after my residency. I came back recently,” he says as he drops his gaze to the floor.
‘Why are you wearing a glove?” Steve asks, his attention snapping to Bucky’s covered hand.
Bucky’s hand shoots out to clasp his gloved hand as he slips out from beneath Steve’s piercing gaze.
‘U-Um n-nothing,” he says unconvincingly.
“Are you hurt?” Steve asks, his stance softening at Bucky’s nervousness.
“Just an accident. Nothing serious,”
“Then why are you hiding it?” I ask as I lean forward, eager for his answer.
“No reason,” he says, hiding his hand behind his back.
“Show me,” Steve says, walking toward Bucky.
“Show me. Please,” Steve coaxes, his gaze concerned.
“No,” Bucky screams in retaliation while his hands shoot to his hair and almost pull out some strands.
“Hey, don’t do that,” Steve says as he steps forward and pulls Bucky’s hands away. He pauses to turn Bucky’s hands over in his.
“Wha-,”he cuts off as he slides the glove off.
Black metal glints in the sunlight. The metal flexes underneath mine and Steve’s gaze. I stand abruptly from my seat and hobble towards Bucky.
“Don’t look at me,” he says as he turns away and his shoulders rock in silent sniffles.
“What happened?” I ask as I support my weight on Steve and hesitantly wrap an arm around his waist. His fingers search mine in comfort that I readily provide.
“It happened during MSF. We were building a hospital when a bomb dropped. A part of the scaffolding fell on my arm. They had to amputate. The arm is new tech. Some rich dude with lots of tech, Tony Stark I think, donated the tech and the arm,” he says casually.
Steve and I stare at each other, and I almost burst in tears. I step toward Bucky and tentatively grab his metal arm in mine. I stroke the cold metal digits in between mine.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper as I hug his waist and tears spill from the corner of my eye.
He turns around in my arms and hugs me back while Steve only stares. Bucky abruptly pulls away and starts to tug his jacket on.
“I should go,” he says and turns to leave.
“Wait! I…” Steve begins but I stop him with an arm on his hand.
“You were right Stevie,” Bucky says, marching to the front door. “I didn’t just come here for the flowers. I honestly don’t know why I came. I guess I just had to see for myself that you both are happy together and that me coming back here would ruin everything. And I know now. That you are happy, I mean and that I’m ruining it. So, you won’t have to see me again.”
He pulls the door open and with a last soft smile, he turns and walks out. Steve sighs heavily and goes to pour himself another drink. I can only stand and stare at the door.
“Come here,” Steve whispers from where he sits on the sofa. I shuffle over to him with my mind still processing his words.
“I don’t even know what to say anymore,” I say, dragging a hand down my face.
“Don’t say, drink,” he replies, handing me a scotch. I down it in one big gulp and settle back against Steve’s side.
“You think we were the ones that drove him away?” he asks after a beat of silence. I pour myself another drink and think about it. It’s possible but I know that’s not the reason. But I also don’t think Steve is ready to know the reason.
“No, I don’t,” I whisper as I shift to cuddle deeper into his side. He wraps and arm around my shoulder and I rest mine on his thigh.
“Yeah?” he asks, his voice genuinely curious.
“Yeah. If we did, he wouldn’t have been here so,” I say as I shrug.
“I guess so,” he says hesitantly.
“We’ll be ok,” I murmur against his cheek before dropping a kiss there.
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Lost in the Moment (on-going)
Your relationship with Steve Rogers feels like a fantasy until he slips right back through your fingers again.
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After being hired as Steve's assistant, his best friend Bucky helps him realize his feelings for you by pretending to date you.
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Steve is your pretend boyfriend on a mission to stop Wanda from keeping Westview, but your partner starts to fall for the illusion.
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When your boyfriend drags you to another college’s frat party, you’re met with a familiar face from your past.
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Word Count: 2,778 - not accurate as of rn -
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x BlackFem!Reader
Warning: Swearing, arguing.
Summary: Y/N rides along with Sam, Zemo and Bucky to Madripoor.
A/N: I know this episode is over used but I been wrote this and I just wanted to give you guys something after been absent for so long. My birthday is next week and I’m excited. Enjoy this one-shot.
They followed Zemo to his personal jet. A older man stood at the end of stairs waiting on their arrival.
"So all this time you've been rich?" Sam asked looking at the jet. Y/N walked between him and Bucky behind Zemo. She haven't really been talking to Bucky because of their argument.
It was basically about how he disappeared on her. He left without warning. Only reason the previous couple is around each other now because Y/N was there when Sam gave up the shield and decided to stay by his side through the journey. That’s how she ended up here on a plane with someone that broke her heart.
The reason why Bucky left because he’s scared to love. He’s scared that’s she was going to leave him because of his past since it was to much for her. So Bucky left and still haven’t told her the reason why he did.
"I'm a Baron, Sam. My family was royalty until your friends destroyed my country." Zemo replied then spoke to the older gentleman in Russian. After the men greet each other the trio followed Zemo into the jet.
Bucky placed a hand on Y/N’s lower back to help her up the stairs, but she pushed his hand off. She had every right to be mad at him. Y/N really love Bucky but he can't just leave her whenever he get the chance.
Y/N sat in the chair in front of Zemo with Sam beside him and Bucky beside her. She nervously looked out the window, Y/N isn’t a big fan of heights.
"The fridge is out. But I will see if there is some good food in the galley." The man said to Zemo who replied in Sokovian. My nerves were getting really bad, She starts to fumble with her fingers.
"Y/N you okay?" Sam’s voice laced with concern. She turn to see them staring at her like a worried parent. Y/N gave them a small smile trying to ease their worries.
"Just checking Y/N. Why don't you tell us about where we are going Zemo?" Sam asked looking at Zemo for answers.
Zemo opened a book, "I'm sorry, I was just fascinated by this. I don't know what to call it but this part seems to be important." He pulled a little book that was inside the bigger book holding it up.
"Who is Nakajima?"
Bucky swiftly gets up wrapping his gloved hand around his neck. Y/N’d eyes widened from seeing how worked up he got up from that. All the nervousness about flying left her body.
"What the hell James??"
"If you touch that again, I'll kill you." Bucky seethed then unwrapped his hand from around Zemo's neck sitting back down. Y/N rolled her eyes at how dramatic he was. Deep down she wished it was her he was putting into place but no one needs to know that. (Our little secret.)
"I understand that list of names. People you've wronged as the Winter Soldier." Zemo said obviously not phased from what just happened.
"Don't push it." Bucky warned glacing at him then towards Sam.
"I've seen that book. It was Steve's when he came out of the ice. I told him about Trouble Man. He wrote it in that book. Did you hear it? What'd you think?" Sam amused but Bucky kept a straight face.
"I like '40s music, so..."
" '40s music? You definitely need to put me on some good music then." Y/N said engaging in their conversation. She thought it was kinda cute that he held on to the book Steve had. Bucky gave her a small smile.
"Whenever I get the chance, I will. Just for you."
Y/N bit her lip to keep from smiling to keep up the ‘I’m mad at him act.’ But it wasn’t working.
"You didn't like it?" Sam asked shocked.
"I liked it." Bucky said giving him the face of 'duh i liked it.'
"It is a masterpiece, James. Complete. Comprehensive. It captures the African-American experience." Zemo said in the most formal way possible. Y/N gave a humorous smile nodding her head.
"That was one of the best way to explain it."
"He's out of line, but he's right. It's great. Everybody loves Marvin Gaye" Sam agreed as if Bucky didn't agree. Y/N laughed at what he was doing.
"Sam why are you still going on about it? James literally agreed."
"I like Marvin Gaye." Bucky continues looking at him.
"Steve adored Marvin Gaye." Sam said bringing up another memory of Steve.
"I have to go to the bathroom. Excuse me." Y/N held up the finger going to the mini bathroom. She struggled so damn hard in that small ass bathroom trying not to fall on her ass. Y/N soon came out to hear them talking about Madripoor.
"What's up with Madripoor? You talk about it like it's Skull Island." Sam questioned looking between the two used to be villains.
"It's an island nation in the Indonesian archipelago. It was a private sanctuary back in the 1800s." Bucky start while Zemo finished telling them the information.
"It's kept it's lawless ways. But we cannot exactly walk in as ourselves. James, you will have to become someone you claim is gone."
Y/N glanced at Bucky who tensed up at those words. I knew it was going to be hard on him. Sitting back down her seat, She moved the hair that was in her face.
"So who do I go as?"
"Miss Sapphire, one of the richest lady there. She models for every company you can think of." Zemo said showing Y/N a picture of a woman looked exactly like her.
"Ooo I think I'm going to like this." Y/N smirked looking at the outfit that she was going to have to put on. She knew Bucky wasn't going to like it but oh well, it apart of the job.
Y/N was beside Sam as they walked down this empty bridge. She kept sneaking glances at Bucky because he looked so good with his new arm. Y/N didn’t know she staring to long when his eyes linked with hers. She quickly looked away, face turning really hot.
"We have to fix this. I'm the only one who looks like a pimp." Sam complained touching his suit. Y/N rolled her eyes, her feet were starting to hurt from walking for so long.
"Only an American would assume a fashion-forward black man looks like a pimp." Zemo said. Y/N’s walk began to turn into limping which made her fall behind a little.
A little "Ow." came from her mouth, grabbing Bucky's attention. He slowed down walking beside Y/N.
"No you're not. You just said 'Ow'. What's wrong?"
"None of your business James. I'm okay."
"So you’re calling me James now? And I know your feet is hurting Y/N. Let me help."
Y/N decided to be stubborn even though she wanted to get off her feet so badly. "It's always been James. I'm able to handle myself, I can take pain."
Bucky rolled his eyes, in the matter of seconds Y/N was in his arms bridal style. Not in the mood to argue, Y/N ooked everywhere but him.
"And it's Bucky to you. It's always and forever going to be that to you."
"Before you left, it was Bucky. Now it's James. You know what, I can walk myself." She moved but his grip tightened not wanting her to get out his arms.
"No, I'm going to continue to carry you." Bucky said but Y/N didn't respond which made it quiet between them. She fought the urge to look at him since she was mad.
"I saw you looking at me and my arm."
She looked up at him fulfilling her urge and they made eye contact. Y/N quickly looked away nervously "Um, no I wasn't."
Bucky let out a laugh,"You indeed was."
"Guys! for the love of god, shut up!"Sam scolded from in front of them.
"He started it!" Y/N eplied back like a little kid. Bucky laughed a little then sigh.
"Y/N, you've barely said a word to me today. Did I do something?"
She scoff getting irritated from that dumb ass question. "DiD I dO sOmEtHiNg?? Huh? Bucky stop talking to me before I say something I might regret."
"What? Y/N I just asked a question." Bucky said in defense. She huff rolling her eyes, 'a dumb ass question at that'
"No matter what happens, we have to stay in character. Our lives depends on it. There's no margin for error." Zemo explained as the car came into view on the bridge. Bucky placed her down on her feet when they neared it, opening the door for Y/N who climbed in the middle seat.
"Here we are."
Walking into into the bar you could feel the intense stares they were getting. Bucky glared at anyone that looked my direction. Y/N had to fight off any instinct to grab his hand. It wasn’t the appropriate time to do it.
You could hear the whispers of the crowd looking at them. "Is that the Winter Soldier?" . Zemo guided them directly to the bar. A tall dark skin man walked over to the trio so they could order.
"Hello lady and gentlemen. Wasn't expecting to see you, Sapphire and Smiling Tiger."
"His plans changed." Zemo nodded towards Sam. "We have business to do with Selby."
The bartender looked at Sam,"The usual? Anything for you Ms Sapphire?"
Sam nodded his head while Y/N replied, "No, Thank you." The bartender turned around grabbing a dead snake out of a glass jar. She covered up her mouth to keep from gagging. Y/N turn to Bucky shaking her head no.
"Ah, Smiling Tiger, your favorite." I heard Zemo say from behind Y/N. She would’ve laughed but Y/N wanted to puke at the moment. She knew Sam had drunk it when Bucky looked the other way to keep from I guess laughing.
Y/N moved to the side of Bucky when a man walked up to Zemo from behind. "I got word from on high. You ain't welcome here."
"I have no business with the Power Broker, but if he insists, he can either come and talk to me." Zemo then pointed towards Bucky.
"New haircut?" The man asked but Bucky just stared.
"Or bring Selby for a chat." Zemo continued his deal. The man walked away not even giving a answer.
"A Power Broker? Really?" Bucky finally spoke up.
"Every kingdom needs its king. Let's just pray we stay under his radar." Zemo explained.
"Do you know him?" Sam whispered not wanting to give himself away.
"Only by reputation." Zemo replied. "In Madripoor he is judge, jury, and executioner."
Y/N leaned against the bar with my back facing the crowd. She felt a hand being placed on her lower back. The other hand moved Y/N’s hair from the side to show her neck.
"Sapphire, baby, we didn't get to finish from last night. Let's get out of here."
Y/N prepared to punch him but stopped myself when I heard Zemo say "Зимний Солдат, Атака" ( Winter Soldier, Attack.)
Y/N turn around to see it was a different man this time. He had smirk on face, as his index finger touched her bottom lip slowly then used the rest of his fingers running down her exposed chest.
Y/N had never felt so disgusted in her life. His fingers stopped on her boob when Bucky's metal hand swiftly grabbed it, crushing his hand.
You could tell that Bucky was so angry for him even getting close to Y/N. The man grunt out in pain as both of them walked away from her while Bucky still clutched on his hand.
The pair shared a quick look. The way he eased back into his Winter Soldier character bothered her a bit. Maybe he had it like a switch?
Y/N winced not really wanting to see none of the combat taking place so she turned around with her back facing the crowd.
She didn’t want him to feel he can protect her all the time. Y/N didn’t want to seem so dependent on him especially if he isn’t going to always be in the picture. When Y/N needed him, he wasn't there. Getting out of her thoughts when Bucky slammed the man that touched Y/N on top of bar holding on to his neck, eyes never leaving his face.
Everyone around them start to take their gun off safety. Y/N’s heart start to pound as she looked around. Zemo placed a hand on Bucky's arm whispering.
"Stay in character or the whole bar turn on us."
Zemo says something else in russian which make Bucky let go of the man. "Selby will see you now." The bartender announced.
"Thank you." Zemo said then walked off.
"You good?" Sam asked Bucky concerned. He looked at me but Y/N quickly glanced at them then followed behind Zemo not uttering a word.
Turns out Y/N wasn’t the one she want to talk too since she was just some famous model . She had to stand in the hallway and wait on them. Y/N was so uncomfortable, especially with what she had on.
Y/N heard a gunshot which makes her kick in the door. Both Bucky and Sam aimed the gun at her then lowered it.
"What the hell happened in here?!" Y/N asked seeing the bodies on the floor.
"We'll explain later , let's go." Bucky said grabbing her hand and they all walked out of the building. They walked through the streets hearing surrounding people phones going off
"This is not good." Zemo said looking around at the people who looked on their phones. They near the end of the street when bullets aimed for us. Bucky pulled Y/N to him as they ran in one direction.
"I can't run in these heels!" Sam yelled while he ran.
"You better learn today!" Y/N yelled back holding on to Bucky's hand since it was in the heat of the moment, not wanting to let go.
Sharon help killed off the bounty hunters they had on us. At the moment Y/N was in the bathroom getting ready for the party she was having. Finished with getting dressed, she walked out the bathroom running into a hard chest.
"It's okay doll."
Y/N gave him a small smile then began to walk to room where everyone else wad until Bucky grabbed her hand.
"Why didn’t answer my question from earlier? What did I do?"
"You know what you did Bucky. Is there I need to say?"
"I think I know what I did? I don’t know Y/N. Just talk to me. Tell me what’s on your mind.”
"To answer your dumb ass question, you did do something wrong. You act like everything's okay between us, when it's not! Bucky, you left me. Like disappeared on me without explaining why!"
"I knew telling you that I was leaving would crush you. I didn't want you to be hurt over the fact that I left." Bucky rubbed his hand over his mouth.
"Leaving you was the best way to protect you. I'm feared by many but that still doesn't mean you aren't going to be a target to hurt me."
"Best way to protect me?! You leaving hurted me way more then what you think it did. You're worried about protection but not focusing on my feels. You said you love me but you left like it wasn't nothing." I groan flustrated raising my voice. He couldn’t look at Y/N and it raised her suspicion.
“You’re lying Bucky? What is it? What is the truth.”
“Bucky tell me!”
"I was scared Y/N! Scared that you were already planning to leave because of my past. I know I shouldn’t have left when you needed me but I didn’t know what to do. You deserve better then me Y/N.” Bucky confessed as his head dropped. I placed my hand under his chin so he could look me in the eyes.
“Bucky I could’ve told me. You leaving hurt me more then what you think it did. I love you and that means that I’ll understand anything you’re going through. I don’t deserve better, and I don’t wan better. I want you Bucky. You’re not alone in this baby I swear.”
Bucky pulled Y/N to his chest, as she wrapped her arms around his waist. “I’m so sorry baby. I love you too Y/N so much.” He kissed Y/N’s forehead.
“Oh and I wanted to kill him so bad but I knew you wasn't going to like that so I stopped."
"You know me so well."
Bucky apologized again, “I’ve missed you so much. I can’t wait to make up.” He began to kiss on her neck making Y/N tilt her head to the side so he could have more access.
"Hm, I'll accept it if you dance on the dance floor with me."
"No! God no. I'll do anything but that. You know I don't like dancing." Bucky pulled back groaning but she gave him the puppy eyes.
"Please? Or I'm going to stay mad at you."
Bucky rubbed his hand over his face, "Fine."
Y/N smiled jumping in his arms and they rested under her butt to keep her held up.
"Yayyy!! This is going to be fun."
"I’m only doing this for you baby.”
“That’s the best part.”
This took a long ass time to edit but I hope you guys like. Like I said earlier I know this episode is overused but I had wrote this when tfatws was still airing so yeah.
I’m posting something since I haven’t posted in so long.
If this one-shot don’t make sense let me know cause it’s almost 3 am while I’m trying to edit and add stuff to this and I’m so sleepy 😂
Thank you for reading!
Stay slutty my friendsss 💕
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Baby Girl: Part 15
A/N: (MILD) Violence toward the end. Be warned
“Will you remove it? Can you please remove it? Can you take it out?” You were well aware that they were getting annoyed, the nurses who worked in the hospital side of the medical floor, but so were you.
“It hurts.” You pouted and turned your head, making your best attempt to give Bucky and Steve the puppy dog eyes. “It hurts so bad….”
“No.” The nurse answered more forcefully. “You know better Y/N L/N.”
She scolded you as she reached for the saline solution drip bag that would soon be hooked up to your IV. The IV that was in your hand, was more uncomfortable than you realized. It was a dull ache, one you could almost forget about if it weren’t for the tube attached to the IV that was a constant reminder.
“Can you take it out? It hurts. Please? Please take it out.” You tried again.
“You know I can’t, now stop asking.” The nurse scolded you again, in what was probably the 20th time that hour.
“Steve,” your bottom lip protrudes and quivered, your voice hitting that specific place that you knew they were weak too, “it hurts….”
There was a moment, a split second, where he looked like he would cave. His eyes softened, and he rubbed his hands on his jeans, his fingers digging into his kneecaps. You knew Steve well enough to pick up on that little quirk, the one that he only did when he was a little nervous.
Captain America was afraid of needles and nurses.
“Steve…” you added a glimmer of tears in your eyes for effects, watching him nearly crumble.
“Bucky,” you turned your attention to him, attempting to break the ex-assassin, “can you please-“
“Y/N!” The nurse hissed. “You already pulled your IV out once, now if you do it again, I’ll sedate you.”
“Really?” You shifted on the bed and faced the nurse. “You would?”
“No!” She rolled her eyes. “Keep the IV in!”
She set the saline solution on the hook and then fixated her eyes on Steve and Bucky. You recognized the look on her face, and it was the exact look you’d given patients and their company. It was a warning to behave, a notice to comply with the nurse's orders.
“Good god, man!” The nurse placed her hands on her hips. “You are a world war two veteran! You are Captain America! And you’re going to cave to crocodile tears and a pout? Pull yourself together!”
“Yes ma’am.” He sat upright.
“If she takes her IV out again, it's on you, Captain Rogers. The doctor will be in soon.” Another warning, the last one before the nurse left.
You huffed and crossed your arm over your waist, your broken wrist resting on the bed against your left thigh.
“Baby…” Steve leaned in and grabbed your hand, “can you please just leave it in?”
“It hurts.” You huffed again.
“I know it hurts-“
“Listen to me, Y/N.” Bucky stood and walked around the bed to the other side. He crouched down on the left side of the bed and brushed your hair behind your left ear. “If you don’t keep that damn IV in-“
“Hardass.” You grumbled before he could even finish.
“Don’t,” Bucky warned with a grin, “make me spank you.”
“Keep your IV in, Y/N.,” you mocked. “Don’t try and leave before seeing a doctor, Y/N. Don’t threaten to steal sedatives to knock yourself out, Y/N.”
“Damn it.” Bucky broke and shook his head with a laugh. “Why are you so fucking cute?”
“You want a dog?” Steve squeezed your hand. “If you follow the doctor's orders, we’ll buy you a dog.”
“A dog?” You hummed.
“You can’t buy her a dog, Steve.” Bucky countered.
“Come on, Buck,” Steve was growing soft again, “look at her…she’s so sad….”
You turned your head and returned the pout to your face, your bottom lip trembling like it was before. Steve was easy to break, you knew that. You knew he was the easiest to crack, but Bucky…
You didn’t know if you could do it.
“If you give in every time, Y/N’s-“
“Good morning.” The doctor came through the privacy curtains with your chart under his arm and one of the nurses responsible for your care behind him. “I’ve heard you’ve been difficult, Y/N.”
You remained silent, unwilling to confirm your stubbornness while unable to deny it. If you stayed silent, you could contest them both.
“Well, unfortunately, I wish I could have better news for you.”
The doctor sighed and set your chart down on the table before he tapped the screen to the left of your bed twice, bringing up your x-rays.
“How bad is it?” You gazed at the X-RAY, your mouth becoming dry when you saw what you wished you hadn’t.
“You have eight bones in your wrist, and Mr. Parker broke all of them. Although they are clean breaks and should heal well, that’s not the actual problem.”
Steve didn’t just squeeze your hand; he got up from his seat and came to lay beside you. His arm wrapped around your waist, your head is resting against his shoulder. He was holding you comfortably, making you feel as safe as you possibly could before the doctor could deliver the bad news.
“The three primary nerves on your hand are the ulnar nerve, the radial nerve and the median nerve. Not only did Mr. Parker break all 8 of your wrist bones, but he crushed your nerves. So…we’re going to have to book you for surgery. Usually, this would be a quick in and out procedure but given the damage that Mr. Parker had done to your wrist-“
“12-week recovery with no heavy lifting.” You mumbled.
“Miss L/N, I’m sorry, but that 12 week recovery period is for a broken wrist. Your wrist is…your recovery process could take at least six months.” The doctor glanced from you to Steve and then to Bucky. “And then physiotherapy on top.”
“So…” you weren’t putting on an act anymore; you weren’t trying to gain favour with Steve or Bucky. You were approaching a devastating emotional state. “a year…a year without work….”
“Y/N, you know that Stark has money allotted for “
“That isn’t the point!” You screamed. “That’s not-“
You raised your working hand to your head and covered part of your face with your palm. You inhale of breath was shaking, your tears rolling down your cheeks were genuine. You loved your job; you loved being able to help people. You worked your ass off for this job, for the promotion to charge nurse and now…
“I’m sorry, baby girl,” Steve mumbled into your hair, wrapping his arms around your back and waist when you turned into him. “I’m sorry, sweetheart.”
“I’ll schedule the surgery.” The doctor told Bucky, the doctor conferred with Bucky while you genuinely broke down in Steve’s warm embrace.”
Bucky grabbed his shoulder and threw him against the farthest wall, the stumbling drywall laying at his feet was just the beginning. He didn’t give him a chance to get up before he was grabbed again by the collar of his shirt.
“You really couldn’t leave it alone, could you, Parker?” Bucky’s jaw clenched, his eyes blown rage.
“Mr. Barnes, I’m-“ Bucky grabbed Peter’s wrist and twisted.
“That’s one,” he counts, after breaking the first bone, “you broke 8 of her bones and crushed her nerves. Did you know that?”
Peter stuttered and stumbled, kicking and fighting back against Bucky, but it was useless. Bucky was too far gone with his rage, and Peter couldn’t have to combat that.
“I tried to say-“
Bucky threw him against one of the pillars, breaking another bone in his ankle. Peter groaned with pain; he moaned as he tried to push himself to stand.
“That’s two.” Bucky stalked toward him, but it was Steve who grabbed him instead.
He lifts him over his head, his blue-green eyes glaring daggers into Peter’s brown irises. He knew this was coming. He knew he would get it just as bad.
“A year,” Steve slammed him into the floor, the wood cracking beneath him, “you set her back a god damn year!”
“Captain Rogers-“ FRIDAY tried to interrupt, only to be shut off, no doubt by Natasha.
“I’m sorry!” Peter tried to beg; he tried to apologize again.
“We saw the video, kid.” Steve slammed his fist into him, throwing everything he had at him. “She begged you to stop!”
Again, and again.
“She told you that you were hurting her!” He raised his fist and slammed it down again, blood coating his knuckles.
“That’s four, kid.” Bucky crossed his arms over his chest, slowly stalking toward Peter. “You got four more.”
“I’m sorry!” Peter tried again to reason with them. “Please!-“
“You’re not sorry.” Steve picked him up, threw him against a wall of glass separating the hallway from the offices. “You’ve never been sorry.”
“6.” Bucky held up two of his fingers, switching off with Steve. “8 bones, kid. Eight bones and three nerves.”
“Stark isn’t going to help you, kid. No one is coming to help you.” Bucky knelt beside him, placed his hand on his shoulder and started pushing down, hearing another snap, another bone.
“You fucked up, Peter.” Steve slowly walked around the two of them, his bloody knuckles and hand resting on his hips. “There are laws against attacking someone’s soulmate. There are laws about the constant pursuit of another person's soulmate to cause harm.”
“Last bone, fucker. At least you’ll heal quickly.” Bucky stood and slammed his heel into Peter’s face, breaking his nose and finally knocking him unconscious. “Unlike Y/N.”
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Chris Evans imagine
Female reader, the reader loves TikTok and saw some pranks you can do with your partner. For example: Chris and the reader are with friends and she whispers in his ear daddy....
nonnie omg yes, i'm going to do exactly that, or like maybe reader moans in his ear?
pairing: chris evans x reader
rating/warnings: moaning, flustered!chris, turned on!chris, SCOTT!!, fluff
join the sleepover!
You and Chris were hosting a party at you house, everyone was here. The whole, MCU cast some select family members, and some of Chris's friends. Dinner, you cooked, was in the oven while you and friends enjoyed beer and wine in the living room.
What Chris didn't know was that, you had a prank up your sleeve. You see, he pranked you ealier this week by, scaring the shit out of you. So, you needed to get him back and luckily, tik tok gave you the greatest idea. You just needed Scotts help.
You texted him saying to meet you in the kitchen. "I'll be right back," You said to Chris as you got off his lap. You ran to the kicthen to see a confused Scott. "What's up? Why are we in the kitchen looking like we're about to plan somehtin disbolical?" You gave him a giddy smile. "Oh god, what do I have to do?" He said with a roll of his eyes.
"Okay so, all I need you to do is film Chris's reaction." He raised his eyebrow. "That's all?"
"That's all" He shrugged and got his phone ready. You did a little fist bump in the air. Your plan is a go.
You walked in after Scott, as if nothing happened, and he gave you a thumbs up, telling you he was filming. You rounded the couch, seeing Chris with a wide smile. "Hi babe" You hummed and plopped yourself sideways on his lap. His hand went around your waist, and gave it a little squeeze. "Everything okay?"
"Yeah! I just uh, need to tell you something" He shook his head, telling you to go on. You cupped his jaw with one hand and leaned down to his ear.
"Daddy" You moaned out quietly, just enough for him to hear. You pulled away to Chris's red and confused face. He titled his head, blush spreading to the tips of his ears. Scott snickered in the background, still filming. Chris snapped his head over and gave him a death adorable glare.
RDJ turned to Chris in a panic, "Chris are you alright? Your as red as a tomato?" That got everyoned attention, making him even redder. You and Scott were laughing your asses off and everyone was left confused.
Chris cleared his throat, "No- no uh I'm okay, just a little hot is all." He gave you some side eyes. Everyone went back to their conversations.
This time it was Chris's turn to grab your jaw and look you in your eyes. "Your gonna pay for that later baby" He let you go and started engaging with Scarlett, leaving you dumbfounded.
Later that night you recieved a text from Scott
got EVERYTHING on video, including your reaction
a/n: it's super short but I wanted to get straight to the point because this was an amazing concept
tags!: @white-wolf1940 @randomuser0917 @sea040561 @patzammit @chvntelle-99 @sebsbrokentoe
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Stucky x Reader
The boys can be sometimes pretty jealous when it comes to the reader. It’s like a competition who kiss her more? Who makes her more laugh? ....
nonnie, stucky makes me want to wrap them in a hug and never let them leave
pairing: stucky x reader
ratinf/warnings: jealousy, doubt, sad!stucky, jealous!stucky, relationship competition, fluff at the end
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Being with 2 super soldiers was great. Sure you worried everytime they left for a mission, worried they would come back battered and bruised. But, being with them made you feel safe, and secure and loved and cherrished. You honestly could go on forever.
You, Bucky and Steve have been together for almost a year, and it’s been amazing. They were both so atnentive, caring, compassionate, loving. Except, lately it’s been a compitition between them. I can’t compliment one without making the other mad. You try to divide your time equally between them-you even started sleeping in the same bed because Bucky claimed ‘you sleep with him more!” with the biggest cutest pout.
You all were at one of Tony’s party, havibg a great time. You and Nat were at the bar, you were wearing a little black dress, while she was in a strappy red dress. You could feel the boys eyes on you, they both sat away from each other..... wierd? Bucky got up from his seat and started to stalk towards, like he was on a mission.
“Hey Buck-” You were cut off by his lips. His hands cupped your face, and yours went to his huge biceps. This kiss felt......rushed compared to other times he’s kissed you. He eventually pulled away, smirk on his face as he looked to Steve across the bar. What the hell?
“Bucky what’s going on between you two?” You questioned.
“Don’t worry about it doll” He said before he bopped you on the nose and walked away. You looked to Natasha, she gave you a ‘what the fuck just happned’ look. Waving it off, Wanda came up and started chatting. “Hey loves!”
“Wanda! Hey!” You guys hadn’t seen Wanda for awhile, her and Vis went on vacation together so, you were excited she was back. She talked about how peaceful it was, and how she can’t wait to do it again. “We’re happy for you Wanda” Natasha said with a sweet smile.
“Yeah we are! Seriously you guys-” Steve came up behind you and wrapped a arm around your middle, beer in the other. “-are uhm the uh cutest couple here.” You stuttered. God, what the hell is happening? They usually aren’t into so much pda.
Time went by without anymore hiccups when, suddenly a slow, sensual song came on. Still deep im conversation with your girls, you started to slowly sway your hips to the beat. (instert freak by doja cat)
“Hiya doll” Bucky whispered in your ear from behind. You nearly jumped out of your skin “James! You scared me!” He only laughed. “Sorry sorry,” He held his hand out “, dance with me?” How could you say no? You took his hand and he led you to the crowded dance floor.
Bucky held your hips, while you held onto his shoulders as you swayed to side. He pulled you closer, so your head went just under his chin. “You look beautiful doll” You giggled. “Are you trying to butter me up or something Barnes” He turned you around so your back was against his front, still swaying grinding,”Maybe”
Unbeknown to you, Steve was watching the whole interaction, squeezing his beer glass tighter and tighter. “Hey man, you alright?” Sam asked, as he put a hand on the super soldiers shoulder. At that moment, Steve broke the bottle, and glass went everywhere. You and Bucky looked at each other before rushing over to him. “Steve! Are you okay? What happened?” You grabed his hand that had blood running down it. “I’m fine sweetheart.” Steve said before he rudely snatched his hand from you, and gave Bucky the nastiest look. Oh that’s it.
“Alright I’ve had enough.” You grabbed Steve by his right ear, and Buck by his left and drug them into your room. “Sit down, now” You demanded as you pointed to the bed. They did so with a sigh. “Now I don’t know what the hell has gotten into you two but, someone better start talking.” They looked to each other. Trying to comunicate who was going to talk. You snapped your fingers in front of their faces, “Hey!” That got their attention.
“Sweetheart it’s not what-”
“No you don’t get to ‘sweetheart’ me Steve! You both have been acting like our relationship is a compitition for WEEKS, so what.the.hell?” Bucky sighed.
“I think we just got jealous of one another. I think we-I mean I know i felt like, Steve was getting more love than I was.”
“Yeah and I felt like Bucky was getting more.” That made tears spring in your eyes. You knelt down so you were smaller than them.
“I’m sorry that I made you feel that way-”
“Doll you didn’t make us feel that way we were just being id-” You put your hand up to stop him.
“Regardless, I’m sorry. I love you both, so fucking much. So much it’s like I have no more room in my body for it. I promise not to let you guys feel like that, ever again, okay?” You gave them a sad smile.
They grabbed you by the arms and pulled you into their laps for a hug.
“Yeah bubs, we got it.” Bucky said quietly into your shoulder.
“Course baby, love you” Steve murmered
You let a tear fall
“God, I love you guys”
a/n: writing this made me sad :(
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Chris Evans x reader
Word count: 1k
"So what's the plan for this week?" Chris asked as he tidied up the breakfast dishes. Being home for a week off was a lovely surprise for the both of you. A co-star had an injury on set, meaning production had to stop. Everyone was ok, thankfully but it was still lovely to have him home for the week.
"I have stuff written on the calendar, check that and we can work around it" you replied as you fed Dodger. Chris picked up his coffee cup. Drinking it as he read through the week, everything was normal enough. Groomers for Dodger, food shop. He stopped his scanning as he read 'doctor'.
"Doctor, babe?" he wondered, looking over at you. Mild concern in his voice. "Yeah, need to refill my script for the pill" you replied as you washed your hands. Chuckling as you saw his face.
"Unless you'd like to start using condoms instead" you teased a bit, coming over and hugging his waist. Knowing your husband hated using them and avoided them if he could.
The clogs in his brain were working overtime. You could see that clearly, as you rested your chin against his chest. "What's going on in that head of yours?" you asked softly after a few minutes of him staring off distantly.
"Nothing" he mumbled after a moment. Flashing a smile before suggesting bringing Dodger to the dog park. You agreed with the idea and took his coffee cup from him so he could go and get the lead. Humming a bit to yourself as you sipped on the remaining coffee in the cup.
Something was definitely going on in that head of his. But if he was unwilling to share, you'd have to wait until he was ready.
You left him to stew for a few days. He didn't say anything else on the subject and life continued as normal. Though at times, you kept catching him staring at the calendar. Whether he was cooking in the kitchen and caught a glimpse at it. Or was just leaning against the counter and thinking.
Each time you brought it up, he shrugged and walked away. Not until three days later, was the subject brought up again. When you were out shopping in the mall did the subject come up again.
You had both decided to browse through the clothes. Not that you needed anything, in particular, just a look as the Boston weather had turned nasty outside and looking at clothes in the mall seemed like a good option.
You had found a nice top and was searching for the right size when your husband appeared beside you.
"So I've been thinking" Chris's voice rang out, breaking your attention from the clothes. "A dangerous concept, my dear" you teased a bit. Feeling his eyes rolling, you chuckled and asked, "what is it?"
He sighed, taking a deep breath before saying, "cancel the doctor's appointment." This caught your attention. Forgetting the top in front of you, you looked up. "Why?" you asked
Slowly, he held up a white baby grow. A tiny little thing, you felt like joking that he won't fit in that but felt it wasn't appropriate. Eyes moving from the grow to his eyes, you saw them wide and pleading. Puppy dog eyes.
"A baby?" you asked, laughing a bit. "is that why you have been moody?" you wondered, earning a shrug from him. He didn't consider himself moody. Just thoughtful. Slowly putting the baby clothes back, he turned back to you.
"Think how good you'd look, how sexy" he mumbled, coming close to you and hugging your body. Whispering in your ear, "what a good mom you'd be."
You sighed, kids had always been a part of the plan. You had married 6 months ago, and the plan was the wait for a while. Apparently, Chris wanted the plan sped up.
You agreed with a nod, "you'd be a fantastic father" you whispered. Thinking to all the times he had proven that exact point. When kids were on set with him or working with him.
"I'll take a career break too, finish up on this movie and then when you're 6 months, stop working. Not go back till your ok with it" he promised, smiling down at you. "So you and I can both do the first few months together. Or year. Years, however long."
You hummed. Thinking, as you looked at the baby grow he had placed down back in the clothes rack. You sighed and pulled back from the hug. Taking out your phone you scrolled through the contacts until you found the doctor and hit 'call'.
Chris watched you closely, keeping eye contact with you as you spoke to the doctor. "Yes, can I cancel the script for my pill" you confirmed with her. "But if you can order me some prenatal vitamins to start taking" you hummed. "Yes, everything I need to make sure a baby can be as healthy as possible. Yes, I'll see you Friday" you agreed happily and hung up the phone.
Throughout the phone call, Chris's breathing became a little deeper. Listening to you ordering the medicine to care for your child before they are even born.
"I think we should get home" Chris suggested in a hushed voice. Eyes darkening as he licked his lips. "I like that idea" you whispered, as he took your hand. Holding you close as you left the store to drive back home.
He wasn't leaving for another three days. Plenty of time to get started on making a baby.
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a/n: im sorry for the angst.. i just had an idea and couldn't shake it so please don't let it flop
this is loosely based on "july" by noah cyrus
pairing: chris evans x reader
reblogs/feedback/likes are greatly appreciated & highly encouraged!
however, DO NOT repost/steal ANY of my fics!
warnings: angst, failed marriage
Memories flood your brain- desperately trying to find a shred of evidence of where it all fell apart. Racking your brain for a time or place where the love shifted.
There is nothing that stands out, frustrating you further.
Cheeks burn from the tear stains, and your eyes are puffy and red. The pounding in the front of your head is becoming more apparent and harder to ignore.
The only comfort you find is that you weren’t alone in your thoughts about the current state of your marriage.
An uncomfortable chill covers the two of you. The chill sends shivers through your spine, bringing you back to harsh reality- reminding you of the room you’re in and who you’re in it with.
It is well into the night. Soon the sun will be peeking over the skyline and through the blinds- but neither of you can seem to build enough courage to call it.
The ‘picture-perfect couple’ you laugh to yourself, remembering what the tabloids and headlines always read.
If only they could see that you now.
It’s been at least an hour since either of you have said a word or made a noise. He’s scared to move- he stays put- in hopes that if he doesn’t move, then maybe the last six hours would disappear from his memory.
Praying that it'd be wiped clean, and you two can go back to pretending the life you were living together were the ones you both want.
The pictures that hang on the wall, display a life that is so far from reality. The kids who fell head over feels for each other can’t bring themselves to admit what they have both thought for years.
“I can’t keep pretending, Chris. I’m exhausted.” You whisper, still looking at your fingers.
His head hangs in disappointment, and his jaw clenches; there is nothing he can protest or comeback with.
He knew that you were right.
The longer it went on, the two of you lose your ability to hide from each other- but man, did you have the whole world fooled.
The “Power Couple” of Hollywood. The relationship everyone swooned over. The one fans gushed over and created art for and wrote letters about- it all fake.
Everyone had fallen for the timeless love story: boy meets girl in high school, falls madly in love, boy moves away, girl falls for another boy, boy finds out- does romantic gesture, wins the girl back, marries early and lives happily ever after.
“We can’t keep lying to ourselves.” The words fell, cutting your lip with every word.
The real truth? Neither of you wants to be alone- neither of you knows how to be alone.
Chris is scared that if he calls it- he’ll never have kids and the white picket fence.
In staying, you're submitting to a life you didn’t want- but the two of you stayed.
Scared that you'll never find anyone else, but not realizing you've wasted your best years on each other.
So, now the two of you sit at opposite ends of the bedroom; that feels like someone else’s, not wanting to make it official.
It’s not that you didn’t love him, or he doesn’t love you. Loving each other is the least of your worries.
The love that you for each other is what kept you together all this time.
The issue with this ‘love’ is that it’s selfish- you love the youthful nostalgia you bring each other. The feeling of safety and stability- an addicting feeling for people who don’t know how to embrace change.
“I don’t want us to end, but-“
“-we have too,”
“Yeah,” You murmur; it felt a dagger is tearing through your chest.
Pain surges through every bone in your body, overwhelming your body- your head falls in defeat.
This is it.
He sits on the edge of the bed as his fingers brush the hair back, tears swelling in the corners of his eyes.
There is a part of you that wishes this was messy. There is a part of you that wished he cheated or told you he didn’t love you anymore- wishing that it was so undeniably clear that it needed to end.
Chris wished the same thing.
It would have been easier to digest.
This is worse- knowing that you two love each other so much- but you have remind yourself that you love different versions of each other that don’t match up to reality.
Sniffing, you look up at the man sitting on the bed. As you look up through the tears, you see the canvas behind him.
It's a canvas of the moment after they officially announced you husband and wife.
Your hands are around his neck and his around your waist, foreheads touching- those two twenty two year old’s unaware that those were the last time those smiles would ever be that wide.
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Hii I love your stuff, could you do a drabble with Trinity AU about the reader getting sick and is throwing up and all, and feels bad that Stucky have to take care of her? And also hates they see her like this ( you know the classic sweatpants, some random shirt and looking like you got hit by a bus)
sick bunny — stucky
Bucky Barnes is by far the best caregiver, having much experience from when Steve was sickly. So when you came down with the flu, he was with you every second. Steve was the most comforting, shushing you when you whined about how you didn’t want them to see you like this.
“Bunny, you have seen me so much worse, I think we’re past this,”Steve chuckled when you halted at him from the doorway of the bathroom dressed in a baggy shirt and sweats. You felt like you had just been hit by a bus, pouting while you waited for Bucky to come back with some crackers and sprite.
“I look like a fucking mess, Steve, you were cute when you were sick, so tiny and adorable cuddled up in blankets, I’m just..gross.”
Steve rolled his eyes, picking you up gently and lay you back down in the bed. He kissed your cheek, brushing your hair out of your face.
“How’s she doing?”Bucky asked curiously when he walked back into the room.
“Whiney,”Steve teased, crossing his arms when you stuck your tongue out at him. You rolled in the bed, burying your face into your pillow with a frown.”She doesn’t like us seeing like this?”
“Oh please, she’s gorgeous,”Bucky said without any hesitation.”You really want us to leave? You want to be alone with no one to cuddle?”
“No...”You admitted, just barely turning to look at the boys.
“Sit up,”Bucky told you, helping you sit against the headboard.”You need to eat and drink, just a little bit.”
“You guys, I can take care of myself,”You sniffled, wiping your nose with the back of your hand.
Steve thought you looked so cute with your red nose and messy hair, even when you were a complete mess.
“She’s not nearly as whiney as you were.”
Steve sent a little glare towards Bucky before sighing,”I have no idea what to do, ‘m not used to taking care of someone...I was always the sick one, what do I do?”
Bucky chuckled gently,”Why don’t you cuddle her, make sure she’s comfortable and that she doesn’t get out of bed unless she needs to.”
“Wait, where are you going?”You pouted, moving to the center of the bed before curling up against Steve’s chest while also making grabby hands for Bucky.
“I’m going to the medbay to talk to Bruce, you need to see a doctor, but I’m gonna make him come to you,”Bucky told you, leaning over to press a kiss to your sweaty forehead.He shared a brief kiss with Steve,”Take care of her.”
“Promise you’ll be back soon?”You asked quietly, clinging to Steve’s shirt. You were burying yourself into his side, feeling needy and clingy.
“What happened to you not wanting to see you?”Bucky teased, chuckling at you. It made you glare at him weakly.”Oh peaches, I’ll be back soon, I promise.”
Steve held you close as Bucky went to get Dr. Banner and Dr. Cho to check you out. The blond kissed your nose,”My sick little bunny, I got you, just rest, okay?”
You nodded, yawning against his hard chest and relaxing in his arms.”I love you, Stevie, and Jamie too.
“We love you too, bunny, we love you so much.”
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Do you all wanna see a Bucky x Reader , Steve x Reader where the reader gets taken by the TVA for messing up a timeline???
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what about chris being sick & the reader taking care of him? i think he’d be a baby about it!!
𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐛𝐨𝐲, 𝐜.𝐞
a/n: i love this idea, he would for sure!!
here is the version of chris taking care of you: sick day, c.e
reblogs/likes/feedback is greatly appreciated & highly encouraged! However, do NOT steal/repost ANY of my fics!
Warnings: fluff, needy!chris, sorry for any missed typos
chris would be the biggest baby in the world.
in the beginning, chris would try and muscle through the first couple days- not making a big fuss over it. subtly blowing his nose, doubling down on vitamin c, and blame the congestion on allergies. not wanting you to worry or believe he is sick.
it wasn't until the third day that his muscles ached and his head clouded with fog that you knew something was more serious than allergies. his typical morning routine was slower than normal and he skipped out on his morning run. the hyper man becoming slow and groggy.
"are you feeling okay? you look pale." the concern intertwining in your words. "yeah, i just don't feel too good,"
when offering to take his temp, the numbers read back in the triple digits. "chris you have a fever, you need to go lay down." he'd put up a small fight, but eventually tumbled into bed. the clothes he once wore, in a pile on the floor next to the bed. his body temp fluctuating up make it impossible for him to get comfortable.
the moment you ask him if he needs anything, you are constantly hearing your name in the softest mumbles and whines. "baby can you..." "baby if you wouldn't mind..." "baby it's a little too..." the requests making you chuckle as just a day ago, he was playing it off like no big deal.
once he was full off of the crackers, ramen and he drank all the gatorade- you look at him with the softest eyes you could manage. "anything else?" you coo, he just opens the bed sheet (because a blanket was too hot). "cuddles please" he croaked, pretending to cough. "it'll make this cough go away," you laugh, slipping next to him.
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Toy Soldiers: Part 1
There it was. Your name written on the page attached to the cork with black pushpins. The seasonal singles mixer being held in one of the conference/ballrooms in the lower levels of the building had your name under it.
“What the hell is S, RTM?” You questioned, tapping the paper with your right index finger, studying one of your co-workers from the corner of your eye.
“Single,” she grinned and nudged you, “and ready to mingle.”
“Oh god,” you groaned and lowered your hand, “seriously? I’m not the only single woman in the building, let alone HR.”
“I know, but,” she hooked her arm in with yours, “you are the funniest to tease.”
“I hate these things.” You scoffed. “Why would you sign me up for this?”
“Because,” she nudged you again, “I think it would be good for you.”
You sighed and walked with your co-worker from the corkboard in one of the common areas of the building before the two of you would return to the HR office. You would deal with minor cases and pray that you could avoid ‘The Losers’ or ‘The Howling Commandos,’ although the track record would suggest that you’d be paying a special visit to them at least once today.
‘The Losers’ and ‘The Howling Commandos’ were groups of men, and a few women, who were trained soldiers. They had unique skills that allowed them access to some of the most dangerous missions they would or could come across.
‘The Losers’ led by Clay were a team of special ops that weren’t exactly on the record. Cougar, as he was known, was the long-range emissions expert, Pooch was an expert driver, pilot and sailor, and Jake Jensen.
Jake Jensen felt like that bane of your existence. Jake Jensen, or Corporal Jensen, was the intelligence specialist and the hacker of the team. He was also the one you had to reprimand the most.
It was like he went out of his way to get complaints filed with HR.
“Good for “ you were cut off by your phone dinging in your pocket, the specific sound that gave you anxiety every time you heard it. “Please don’t be Jensen….”
You stopped walking and dug your phone out of your pocket, unlocking the dreaded device. You tapped the notification and felt your stomach drop at the alert.
It was Jensen; it was always Jensen. Jensen was the only one who belonged to ‘The Losers’ who regularly needed to have talks with HR.
“Jensen,” you gritted your teeth and shoved the phone back into your pocket.
“What’s the little nerd do this time?” Your co-worker laughed under her breath.
“He…” you chewed the inside of your cheek, “he exposed himself on an elevator.”
“He did not!” She squealed and smacked your arm. “The whole thing?”
“From sack to tip,” you felt a headache building are the base of your skull, “the whole….”
“The whole thing!” She laughed and squeezed your shoulder, approaching the elevator while you stood where you were, glaring at her. “Good luck, hon! Maybe if you’re loud, he’ll let you have a sneak peek too.”
“Shut up,” you whined, “you wouldn’t consider taking this one, this time, would you?”
She shook her head and reached for the panel on the side, pushing the button that would take her to the HR office.
“I hate you,” you crossed your arms over your chest, “why is it always me? Why don’t you ever get ‘The Losers’ or ‘The Howling Commandos’?”
“Maybe corporal Jensen has a thing for you.” She jests with you and winked moments before the elevator doors shut.
“Why would you say something like that?” You yelled after her, knowing that she likely wouldn’t have heard you.
After a moment of standing there by yourself, you sighed and turned on your heel to head toward the headquarters for ‘The Losers’ readying yourself to deal with another Jensen incident.
“Should be here any minute,” Jensen drummed his finger against the desk, his eyes glued to the doors of their headquarters.
“You’re gonna strike out again,” Aisha commented as she walked past him, clipping the back of his head with her finger and thumb.
“Not this time,” Jensen exhaled sharply, “not today.”
“Hundred bucks,” Aisha leaned against a metal work table, her arms crossed over her chest while she gazed at Clay from the corner of her brown eyes, “says HR chick turns him down again.”
“Not today, Aisha.” Jensen shook his head. “Today’s the day. I have a good feeling.”
He rocked on his heels where he stood, glancing at the security monitor on the computer to his right. The security feed was pulled up, and he could see the moment the doors opened, and you came through the first set of doors that would grant access to the small hall before you would reach the second set of doors.
“She’s gonna kick your ass, man.” Pooch squeezed his shoulder, a smirk on your face. “We ain’t helping you.”
The doors opened, and you appeared in their headquarters, your eyes roaming the space until they landed on him.
Jensen stood up straight and tried to look you up and down inconspicuously. His blue eyes tucked behind a pair of glasses were trained on the slit in your black skirt that showed him glimpses of your smooth legs, of your soft-looking thighs. The black heels you wore made your legs look longer, adding to the whole aesthetic of you being a goddess among mortals.
“Please,” you groaned upon his approach, the sound stirring his dick in his jeans, “tell me you didn’t expose yourself to women on the elevator?”
Jensen tried to speak; he did. But he was too busy staring at you with parted lips and this amazement that left him unable to form words, let alone react to your questions.
“Jensen,” you shift your weight from your left leg to your right and rest your hands on your hips, “are you even listening to me?”
“You’re beautiful when you’re mad,” he tilts his head to the side, “you wanna get dinner sometime?”
“Oh!” You groaned and held your hands up, your fingers curled in anger. “I could just-!”
You turned around and started walking away from them, only to turn back. You started stalking back, your heels clicking against the floor. You came to stand before him; your arms crossed over your chest, the action pushing the swells of your breasts up, your cleavage unintentional.
“You can’t expose your dick to people on the elevator, Jensen!” You scolded him, though he still wasn’t listening.
He was distracted by the black material of your skirt wrapped around your hips and the slit in your skirt exposing your legs and your cleavage that made his mouth water.
You were so gorgeous.
“Jensen!” You snapped your fingers in front of his face, drawing his attention away from your body and back to you. “Can you repeat anything I just said?”
“About that dinner-“
“Impossible.” You rolled your eyes and turned around for the second time. “I’m gonna quit. I’m gonna quit my job and move to the Bahamas. Or Alaska. I’ll get eaten by a whale.”
He watched you walk away, his eyes burning into your back as you moved. He couldn’t look away.
“You owe me a hundred bucks.” Aisha pushed her finger into Clay’s chest when the door closed, and you were gone again.
“I was close this time.” Jensen pushed the bridge of his glasses up his nose. “I didn’t get a warning.”
“She almost strangled you, Jensen.”
“But she didn’t.” He was hopeful for that.
“Is this stupid decision day?” You massaged your temples as you rode the elevator up to the ‘Howling Commandos’ headquarters, preparing to have yet another conversation with a man who should’ve known better.
“I was wondering when you were gonna show up.” You were greeted the minute you walked through the door by icy blue eyes and a half-smirk on his face.
“I’m going to die young, I hope they know that.” You stepped forward and let the door close behind you, before you turned your head and glanced at Sergeant Barnes.
“Well,” he shrugged, “at least you’ll die knowing you tried to make two idiots smarter.”
“Oh, well, consider me a hero then.” You rubbed the back of your neck and hung your head. “I need a stiff drink.”
“Heard you’re going to the mixer.” Bucky nudged you, then walked beside you as you moved throughout the space to Steve’s office near the back.
“I got signed up for it against my will.” You sighed and bit your bottom lip. “Did he really throw someone off the building?”
“For a training exercise-“
“-which doesn’t matter. You can’t…” your fingers met your temples again. “Okay.”
The door was before you, closed with the moniker of ‘Captain Rogers’ written on a plaque attached to the wood. You raised your hand to knock, glancing over your shoulder toward Bucky, who was smirking at you with a little amused twinkle in his eye.
You knocked twice before a ‘come in’ was heard from behind the door. You turned the handle and pushed the door in, stepping into his office. He was sitting behind the desk, his eyes glued to a folder in his hands.
“You’re causing trouble too.” You approached the chairs in front of the desk and slowly sat down on one.
“If I didn’t cause trouble, you wouldn’t have a job, doll.” He lowered the file and cast his eyes on you, studying you.
“You pushed someone off the roof.” You crossed your right leg over your left. “That’s not just trouble; that’s potential murder.”
“It was a training exercise,” Steve argued, his gaze lowering as Jensen’s had.
“So you said, but if something happened….”
“But it didn’t.”
“And it could’ve.” You frowned. “What is it with you army guys, huh? You all gotta be fearless.”
“Jensen had an incident today.” Steve crossed his arms over his chest and smirked. “That’s why you’re so uptight, sweetheart?”
“I’m not your sweetheart.” You dug your heels in. “And you are barred from throwing any more people off the roof.”
You made your point and stood, righting your skirt before you approached the door again.
“Is that an order?” He turned in his chair, exposing his jean-clad legs. “Are you ordering me around, ma’am?”
You sighed and slowly turned around to face him. First Jensen and now Rogers, you were going to snap one day.
“Yes, Captain.” You placed your hands on your hips. “I am ordering you to stop throwing people off roofs.”
His eyes roamed down your frame and back up again, a glint in his eyes. His smirk built before he tilts his head and drummed his fingers against the desktop.
“Alright then,” he spoke with finality, “I won’t throw anyone off the roof anymore, ma’am.”
“Good,” you moved toward the door and grabbed the door handle, “and for the record, you still don’t have as many complaints as Jensen.”
“I should step up my game then.”
You whipped your head around and hurled your glare in his direction.
“I’m kidding, sweetheart.”
“Not your sweetheart.” You exited his office and closed the door behind you.
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