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bunnyscraft · 2 years

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Run, Bunny—part two

Dark!Bucky x Reader (part one here)

Summary : Bucky listens to Steve’s advice and takes his bunny on a run.

Warnings : Dub-Con !! Daddy kink !! Dumbification !! Stalker!Bucky !! slight mean!Bucky!! Widow!Reader !! Dom/sub relationship !! Dark!Bucky !! Chase Kink !! Size kink !! DomBucky !! SubReader !!

A/N : Hi Hi !! Yes !! This is a repost !! I was not happy with my first post of this chapter. Thank you all for understanding! Xoxo

Bucky’s first encounter with you was actually your first ever encounter with the team. He knew very little about you and he had no desire to change that. The constant talk from Steve, Natasha, & Clint about how witty you were and how you would be a great new addition didn’t change his mind, it had only made him ready for the whole ordeal to be over with. That is until he actually met you.

You and Natasha were suited in your traditional Widow gear coming off the jet. He’d known you and the redhead had a past. Her training you in The Red Room and you later becoming a feared assassin that very few people could get information on, though that’s about as little as his memory would allow him.

Natasha quickly tugged your body with hers as the two of you made your way over to him and Steve. You didn’t look like a Black Widow and you definitely didn’t look like a top tier assassin. Your eyes had too much sparkle and your smile was too innocent. Hell you barely reached Bucky’s shoulders, so how could you possibly take down anyone above your own size?

You were innocent. How much? He didn’t know but he knew enough to tell you weren’t supposed to be in this line of work.

You only confirmed his thoughts when you finally made your way over to the two super soldier’s. “Boys this is (f/n) (l/n). She is basically my daughter and if any of you-“ Bucky cut Natasha off quickly extending his hand to shake your smaller one. Bucky usually wasn’t one to join in on socializing and definitely wasn’t one to go out of his way but for some reason he needed to touch you. He needed to feel your dainty but supposedly deadly hands. “James Barnes. Well Bucky Barnes. My friends call me Bucky.” He had said to you with a smirk he couldn’t hide. It satisfied him to see he had caused a nervous blush to form on your pretty face.

He knew it. Natasha was a liar. There was simply no way the bunny like girl in front of him was the same girl who worked alongside Clint and Natasha.

“Buck, Natasha doesn’t look too happy with you.” Steve had joked with a nervous smile. If Bucky had any care to look over at Natasha, who was clearly unhappy with being cut off, he would have seen what could only be described as murder in the form of a human being. But he didn’t because he simply didn’t care. He was too focused on looking at how your eyes avoided his. This sparked a feeling of irritation in him. Why wouldn’t you look at him?

Bucky’s need to figure you out continued. Bucky described it as a mission, while Steve deemed it stalking.

“Buck, you know you could always simply talk to her? She’s probably the most approachable person on the team!” Steve tried to reason his best friend only for Bucky to grunt in response. The two former soldiers were running the track that trainees often used. Bucky liked the track. It was repetitive and kept his mind from racing with wild thoughts. “What makes you think I even want to talk to her, punk?”

“I don’t know. Maybe it’s the fact that every time I actually get you to come out with me it’s always here. Running. Right next to the path my girlfriend and the girl you’re currently consumed by, go running every day.” Steve had said trying to show his concern for his friend.

Bucky suddenly stopped. An obvious case of irritation crossing over his face.

“Bucky,” the blonde said calmly as to not push Bucky’s irritation any further. “I fully support you asking her out, or befriending her or-“ he’s cut off by dramatic sigh from the brunette. “Sorry I just…I just don’t think the way you’re going about this is healthy. I know you went through her files.” Steve admitted—awkwardly scuffing his feet.

Bucky almost laughed.

‘I went through her bedroom too’ Bucky was tempted to say, just to push his nosy friend even more. Friday was down for less than an hour last week which meant he had free reign over any room he wanted to get into, but yours was the only one on his mind. He didn’t regret it. Not a single fucking bit. He didn’t gain much on your past life, your assassin days, but he did find out that his sweet little Bunny had a naughty side. Short little skirts and lacy, definitely not practical, panties being hidden away in your drawers.

“okay fine. What do you think I should do, Steve?” Bucky said. He doubted Steve had the kinda advice Bucky wanted but if it meant Steve would back off then he was willing to listen.

“Clint, Nat, and I are gonna be gone for that mission in Croatia next week. She’ll be without her running buddy. Go with her will you?”.

Bucky hummed to himself. That wasn’t actually a bad idea. Bucky grunted as the only sign of agreement and Steve seemed satisfied with that.

The two men began their run again. Bucky couldn’t help but look towards the woods to were he could hear you and Natasha laughing. Your hair messy and cheeks red. He decided then that he wanted to always see you like that. He hadn’t realized at that moment that Steve’s idea would be the best thing Bucky ever did.

You were hyper aware of your surroundings. Your body twitched at the soft and sudden sounds of a leaf falling or a branch cracking. You were aware and prepared—but he would always be better. Always stronger. Always one step ahead.

Of course—he was designed to be 110% better than the average person—And while you weren’t by any means average—you still weren’t a super soldier. You’d never fought against someone under the serum. Politicians, mob bosses, and maybe the occasional alien posing as human—but never a super soldier.

“I’m gonna get you baby~! Cmon you know I will!” His voice cut through the forest—teasing his prey. He wasn’t far but he was far enough for you to hide. No doubt he was angry about the stunt you’d pulled—you knew he wasn’t going to hold back from whatever it was he planned on doing to you.

You moved quickly, hiding in what could be the saddest hiding spot ever. But the tree you hid behind was your only option.

“What do you think I should do to ya when I find ya, Bunny? Should I kiss those pretty lips of yours? Bet you’d like that. That innocent little head of yours dream about being kissed?” He taunted—picking on your innocence.

“Or…should I fuck you? Fuck you so hard I split you open?” He boomed—growing closer by the second.

You hated yourself for instinctually slamming your legs together because yes—you did want it. You wanted all of it. You wanted to be kissed softly then fucked hard. You wanted him—even if he sparked fear within you.

He was getting closer. You had to think fast.

“Sorry Bun—but I don’t think I care about what you want. Not right now at least. So here’s what I’m gonna do…”

there was no way he couldn’t hear your heart beat, especially with him being as close as he was. You knew you had to jet.

So you ran.

A strangled screech-like whimper escaped your throat. You struggled as you were pulled back by your hair—like a kitten by the scruff of its neck. Your srunchie pulled and gone from where it had messily held your hair in a pony.

You tried to let out another cry—a louder one this time—but he was faster. He predicted it. Cold hard metal harshly muffled your cries. Your hands clawed, harshly trying to get him to release you.

You had the power, you thought. You’d taken on evil men before. Why was this so hard?

“God—you really are a Bunny! Look at you tryna’ jump away!” He mocked as hot salty tears ran down your puffy cheeks. “Aw~ Don’t pout baby—I’ll give you what you need.” His lips left a soft kiss to the side of your temple before he nuzzled his nose against your head—breathing you in.

“Fuck—you just had to run away.” He tsked, flesh hand moving from your waist up to your breast. “You never did let me say what I planned on doin’ to ya…” he mumbled before pinching one of your hardened buds—causing you to jerk in his hold.

“Well…as I was saying—I’m gonna fuck you. Gonna wreck this cute little pussy.” he growled into your ear. His cold hand left your mouth, trailing down to the beginning of your leggings—his other still roughly playing with your tits. “Gonna fuck my cum into you so hard—no one will be able to walk past you without smelling me on you, baby.”

His fingers dances along the hem of your panties before dipping in—finding your clit and pinching it harshly. You screeched at the pain—your panties growing wetter to your own embarrassment.

Your scream earned you a sudden squeeze to your throat—his hand very capable of cutting off your air supply but resting there as a warning. “Got myself a loud little bunny—don’t move. I might just snap this pretty little neck of yours if you struggle baby.” He threatened, thumb circling your clit as his index played with your gushing entrance. He had yet to fill you up and it was killing you—pushing you towards desperation.

“P-please Bucky—m’sorry please fuck me!” you tried to reason him. You knew he needed it too—His obvious erection had been rubbing against your ass.

In an attempt to make him follow through with his threats—you rubbed your ass against his hardened cock—resulted in a few curses the hand constricting your neck slightly loosening. It was slight but it was enough. You swiftly ripped him by his arm—in an attempt to disorient him—then landed a harsh kick to his chest.

Maybe you couldn’t take a super soldier but you sure could distract a horny super soldier.

He was pissed. The short look you had into his eyes was enough for you to now he most likely would snap your neck given the chance. Quickly you straddled him—locking his arms down with your thighs. It wouldn’t keep him down long.

“Bunny I’m gonna kill-“ he tried to threaten.

“Shut up—You were taking too long Daddy.” You said as you ran your hands up his chest—smirking at the moan that left him from the use of the nickname.

The twitch of his cock was the greenlight to finally let him out. Fuck. He was big—and already leaking cum from his angry red tip. How…how would this work?

His hips bucked into you—He obviously saw you staring.

“What baby? Don’t think a lil thing like you can handle it?” He pushed with that same smirk on his face. You pushed back an eye roll—ignoring him as you grabbed hold of his cock, lining it up with your slick entrance.

“Shit” you cursed—a long, almost pathetic, whine fell from your lips. You almost fell right onto his chest from the stretch—but you weren’t ready for him to win yet.

Bucky was gentle for the moment—rough hands gripping your hips as your smaller body tried to fit his. He couldn’t hold back small words of encouragement as he examined the slight bulge in your belly.

Maybe he should have fingered you—but truly, nothing could prepare your for the stretch of his cock.

“C’mon little Bunny,” he cooed as you adjusted—hands forming fist on his chest. Bucky’s right hand left your hip and softly wrapped, once again, around your delicate neck. Though this time—it was more of a comfort than a threat.

“Go on—bounce on daddy’s cock” he encouraged—and you did.

The woods were no longer filled with the chirps of birds—only the harsh slaps of skin, your whimpers, and the grunts of Bucky trying to hold back.

Suddenly cold met your hot aching clit—Bucky viciously rubbing your approaching orgasm out of you. There was no way you could last much longer—hopefully he wouldn’t either as your body was slowly giving out.

Swiftly—he flipped you both. You now under him—leaves crunching under your body and twisting in your hair.

“Daddy’s gonna fuck you so full, Bunny. Gonna let the whole team see you dripping with my cum—let ‘em’ see you’re all mine”

Soon after his dark words—stars clouded your vision and the feeling of his hot, wet seed was running down your shaky thighs.

Bucky held himself above you—the heat from his body surrounding you, forcing you into submission.

After his breathing slowed—Bucky took in your pretty face. He watched as your eyes fluttered open-then closed. He rubbed away the partially dried tear-trails that decorated your cheeks—toyed with the pinkness of your trembling bottom lip.

He knew you weren’t just some sick type of case he had to solve. He needed to know you. To understand you. Have you as his.

“Fucking hell, Bunny. I…I don’t think I can let you go. It’s like you’re made for me, baby.” Bucky mumbled, eyeing his seed as it dripped out of you.

You were exhausted—you never did processes what he had said to you then. You never heard the disturbing confessions of love he gave as he cleaned you up with what he could. No, you only felt the kisses pressed to your forehead as he removed leaves from your hair.

He kept his promise. He carried you in his arms—all the way back to the tower. Though—he didn’t let the whole team see the mess he had made of you. No he wanted that to stay for himself.

Bucky had finally claimed you as his. And hopefully—you and the world understood that.

He made a mental note to thank Steve for his advice—whether Steve would be happy with how it turned out that wasn’t Bucky’s fault.

It wasn’t Bucky’s fault his Bunny didn’t run fast enough.

Bunny’s Note : Thank you for reading!! If you did not read the note above—yes!! This is a repost!! Part three will be coming very soon!! Remember hearts are amazing—but reblogs and comments are very heart warming! Xoxo

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sjsmith56 · 5 months

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The Sweet and the Bitter - Chapter 24, Lord Buchanan

Summary: On his way back home from the King’s palace, Buchanan discovers a treasure trove but his excitement is dampened by the news that unrest threatens their efforts to regain their lost technology. Ileana goes into early labour. The birth of their child is accompanied by a loss.

Length: 5.4 K

Characters: Lord and Lady Buchanan, Bruce Banner, Commander Rhodes, Mary, Buchanan’s father.

Warnings: If you find childbirth stories traumatic perhaps skip this chapter. There is also the brief but emotional description of the death of a loved one.

Author notes: Life is full of ups and downs, highs and lows. Sometimes it happens all at once.

<<Chapter 23

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The christening of Prince Joseph was a great event in the kingdom, attended by all the Lords and their Ladies with the exception of Lady Buchanan and Lady Falcon who were both too close to their delivery dates. As godmother to the Prince it was necessary for a proxy to represent Ileana at the ceremony. Lord Buchanan was surprised when he arrived just an hour prior to the ceremony to discover it would be Lady Isabella Pierce, who was still living in the palace with the King and Queen. Her investiture would be taking place the following day and like Baroness Romanoff she had determined she would also take her mother's name for her title, Baroness Blackstone.

"Lady Isabella," said Lord Buchanan, when he greeted her prior to the christening. "I am sorry I am unable to stay for your investiture but I assure you I support your ascension to the nobility. I promised Lady Buchanan I would return immediately after the christening."

"Lord Buchanan," she replied. "Of course, you must return to your Lady's side in case your child arrives early. Your support has never been in doubt. His Majesty has assured me that with your castle only an hour's ride away from mine I can count on your counsel when needed."

He bowed deeply and together they awaited the arrival of the royal party to begin the ceremony to name the young prince. As they waited the other Lords and their Ladies arrived and there was much talk with Buchanan about the damage done to his lands from what Bruce Banner and Queen Jane had described as a super bolide that exploded in the atmosphere to the east of Buchanan's lands. He thanked all of them again for their help in rebuilding the destroyed homes of his tenants. As he did so the royal party arrived and Buchanan got his first look at Prince Joseph. The King held his son, attired in a long white silk gown, proudly showing him to his foster brother.

"He looks like you," said Buchanan. "Fair in face and hair. He will be a bonny child."

"I was present at his birth," said King Steven. "Peg insisted I be there as apparently it is a common thing in modern worlds. Truly, women are the stronger sex. It was a moving experience to see his first breath and hear his first cry. Has Ileana requested you be there?"

"Aye, she has," said Buchanan. "I am not sure I want to see her in such pain. However, if you say it was worth it then I will strive to endure it for her sake."

"It was worth it, Buck," said the King earnestly. "It is truly something you will never forget. You return home after the ceremony, I assume."

"Aye, I promised," said Buchanan. "Ileana is quite uncomfortable. The baby presses upon a nerve and it causes her considerable discomfort. She needs assistance to rise most of the time."

"Natasha is also quite uncomfortable," said Lord Falcon, who had overheard their conversation and joined them. "Hasn't stopped her from some training. She still practices with her bow. I make sure I am elsewhere when she does for it seems that my attempts at humour don't always please her."

All three men laughed, having felt the sting of comments from their wives as their tempers were stressed in the final part of their pregnancies. The arrival of the Sorceress and the priest Erasmus signalled the assembled nobility to remove themselves to the abbey and be seated for the ceremony. The royal party, Lord Buchanan and Lady Isabella would follow the priests down the aisle to the altar where the baptismal font was uncovered awaiting the ceremony. As a fanfare proceeded them, King Steven held his son, with Queen Peg holding his arm, both walking down the aisle showing the Prince to all those assembled. Erasmus greeted everyone and began the ceremony, shortened like many other of the ancient ceremonies. He thanked God for the safe delivery of the child, the health of his mother, and the continuation of the line of rulers in the house of Rogers. Then he called forth the god parents who affirmed their commitment to the protection of the Prince. The holy water was spread over Joseph's forehead, the sign of the cross made and a prayer said for the hope the young baby would grow to be a good and strong man. As the choir stood to sing a hymn the royal party and godparents departed and retired to the King's reception hall where refreshments were ready. Lord Buchanan stayed for an hour then took his leave of his foster brother to begin the long journey back to his lands.

An hour into his journey he stopped briefly at Sir Archer Barton's farm, extending his greetings to his friend, and also to William and Lila Harley who were now living in a well built stone cottage at the corner of the farm. The young couple looked happy enough, admitting having the wedding ceremony in the cave was an experience they would never forget. After watering Magnus, Buchanan bade them farewell and began his journey to the ravine. It must have been the lengthening shadows that drew his attention to the cave opening that presented itself to him on his journey down as he had not noticed it on his trip to the palace going in the opposite direction. Dismounting Magnus and removing a small battery light from his saddle bag he carefully stepped over the pile of rocks gathered around the opening. Once he stepped inside he realized it wasn't a cave but a building. In fact it was a library but a greater library than he had ever seen. He himself owned about a thousand books but this space was much larger and held thousands of books. Many were scattered but even the limited reach of his light showed rows upon rows of shelves full with books. He kneeled down to pick up one that was on the floor. Titled The Martian he read the first few pages, realizing it described a group of men and women who had travelled across space to another planet. A tragedy resulted in one of them being stranded alone on its foreign sands. Although some of the language was strange it was also compelling and he found himself entranced by it. Another book on the floor caught his attention, The Case For Mars and he looked at others scattered on the floor all with variations including the word Mars in the titles. Gathering several of them he turned back to the entrance. This was a treasure house, of that he was certain. He packed them in his saddlebags, then looked sombrely at Magnus.

"Remember this spot," he said to his horse.

It was dark when he finally arrived back at his castle. He had used his battery light until the charge wore out to light the path after the sun set. Fortunately with the full moon now risen he and Magnus were able to keep to the safe path in the boggy areas near his castle. Rhodes was still up when Buchanan arrived. He lifted his saddle bags off Magnus before the groom took his horse, and brought them to his commander.

"You're later than we expected," said Rhodes. "I was about to form a search party for you."

"I was delayed," said Buchanan, "by the discovery of a cave in the ravine. There must have been a rockfall that dislodged the rocks that had concealed it before. Once I was inside I discovered it wasn't a cave but a library, buried beneath the mountain, which mustn't be a mountain but the remains of a much larger building. I pulled these out."

He removed the half dozen books from his saddle bags and showed them to Rhodes whose eyes grew wide at the sight of them. Handling them gingerly he opened them and read the first paragraphs of several.

"Our ancestors had travelled to Mars?" he said incredulously. "They put themselves in versions of the missiles in the silos and went across the distance to that small red speck in the sky to live there? Are they there still?"

Buchanan shrugged. "Who knows?" he replied. "But I must make people aware of this discovery. There are thousands of books in there, more perhaps. We need a new structure to house them for surely now that there is an opening into it they are at risk from the weather or creatures who will use the space as their lair. Can you imagine how much knowledge is in there? Knowledge that can help us transform our world back into a modern one."

Rhodes took a deep breath and leaned back into his chair. "Perhaps we should keep it secret for now," he said soberly. "A discovery of this magnitude will excite most people, as it has you, but there may be others who fear the change it might bring. They may wish to destroy it."

Buchanan looked puzzled and concerned at Rhodes. "Have there been people who have expressed discontent at the changes wrought so far?" he asked.

"Not many," said Rhodes. "They refuse to use the battery lanterns, calling them instruments of the devil. I have taken the liberty of posting guards at the missile silo as one of Farmer Patrick's sons caught one attempting to enter the structure with an ax. He wished to cause damage to the machines inside. Young Alan was strong enough to subdue the man and they brought him to us immediately. At first I thought it was the actions of a singular troubled man but there have been others who have said troubling things. Some have said the meteor that exploded to the east was because we have angered God. I'm sorry I didn't bring it up before as the incidents have been few and far between. You had much on your plate with the rebuilding of tenant's homes. But this discovery ... I fear it may incite some to drastic action."

"Very well," said Buchanan. "I trust your assessment of this. It must still be secured against incursion. Take some trusted men and seal it up until I can get the cooperation of the other Lords to store the books elsewhere in a safe location. It was visible on the return trip through the ravine so you may have to go through and double back to see it. These volumes I will keep and show Bruce. He, at least, will see the value in them."

It was agreed and both men bade the other a good night. Buchanan took the books and his saddle bags into his suite, entering his dressing room via the servant's entrance so he wouldn't disturb Ileana in her sleep. He left them there and disrobed, washing his body quickly from the grime of travel. Then he pulled his nightshirt on and entered his bedroom quietly in the dark. Slipping under the covers he spooned behind his wife who stirred as he placed his arm on her belly.

"James, you're late," Ileana said, sleepily.

"Aye, I'm sorry to waken you," he said. "Go back to sleep. We can talk in the morning."

She pulled his arm closer over her and sighed in contentment as he held her. Breathing in her scent he shifted so he was comfortable and closed his eyes. He needed a night of sleep to consider how this latest discovery could be shared.

Ileana awakened before her husband, as the baby had started moving prior to sunrise. Without wakening her husband she successfully rose from the bed, then after relieving herself, climbed back in and laid on her side watching him sleep, knowing he had often done the same to her in the time they had been together. When his eyes finally opened he smiled at her and raised himself to kiss her tenderly.

"You arrived late in the night," she said. "Was there a problem on the return journey?"

"No," he replied. "In fact, I was delayed because I made a discovery, in the ravine and took the opportunity to explore it. An opening in the rocks that appeared to be a new cave was uncovered by a rock fall. When I went inside I found something very valuable. Wait on me for a moment while I retrieve what I found."

He returned a few minutes later with the books in hand and brought them to the bed. With an excited smile she picked them up and held them in her hands, examining them.

"Library books," she said. "Look, they still have their barcode on them, Brooklyn Public Library. With the RFID tags still inside as well. I read this one, The Martian. I wonder if it is the same book in this world as it is in mine."

"There were thousands of them," said Buchanan. "I just grabbed these as they were all about Mars."

"They probably had a display of Mars books," said Ileana. "They would do that. Romance books for Valentine's Day, Irish author's for St. Patrick's Day. James, we have to let people know about this. There is so much information in there. And computers...there will be computers as well that we can access and power up to do calculations for the missiles when we launch them."

He looked away and then back at her. "About that," he said reluctantly. "Rhodes informed me there have been signs of unrest among some people with the pace of changes being wrought through the kingdom. He feared they may attempt to destroy the Library if we don't secure it first."

"No," she said with disappointment. "I know that it seems to be going too fast but if we don't we may not survive the next impact."

"There are some that say what happened last month was us angering God," he replied. "I'm not one of them but Rhodes had to put a guard on the missile silo after a man was prevented from entering it with an ax."

"Oh, James," she said, feeling helpless. "How do we get them to see the light? Perhaps if you can find some religious texts in the Library that support science they can use them to make those who are anxious more comfortable with the changes. You see these numbers on the spine of the book? Those indicate how books are divided by subject. I believe religion is in the 200s."

He smiled at her. "You know the significance of the numbers?" he asked.

"I went to the Library a lot," she replied. "I could borrow 20 books for three weeks and as long as I returned them on time could borrow 20 more. It beat buying them. While I was attending university, I worked in the public library, shelving books as a part-time job. If you do start looking for books to help our situation you should look for those in the 500s and 600s, pure science and applied science. The latter, especially in the 620s, will tell you about building machines."

Buchanan leaned forward and kissed his wife. "You are full of surprises, my Lady," he said. "You went to university as well? Perhaps I should ask the King to make you the kingdom's librarian once you have had our child."

"I'll be too busy," she laughed. "But I will write down the significance of the numbers so that whoever goes to retrieve them can focus on the more important ones first."

The doors to their dressing rooms opened signalling that Beth and Tom were ready to help them bathe and change into their clothes. They kissed then both went to perform their morning ablutions. After dressing they went down to the kitchen, with Buchanan offering his arm to Ileana as she stepped down the stone stairs. When she arrived Cook made a big fuss over her.

"M'Lady, you shouldn't be coming down those stairs in your condition," she fussed. "Please, let me take your meal up to the dining room."

"It doesn't smell as good as it does in here, Cook," replied Ileana, to the smiles of Buchanan. "I would keep you there and then who would supervise your apprentices as you tend to me?"

"Aye, that's true," agreed Cook, then she spoke in a low voice. "I would trust them to run the kitchen for a short time but don't you tell them! I don't want them to think they're quite ready for a Lord's kitchen just yet."

The couple ate their breakfast then went up the stairs slowly to see the elder James Barnes. He had been feeling poorly for several weeks and James made an effort to see him several times a day. He especially wanted to tell him about the christening of young Prince Joseph James Rogers. Today was not meant to be as he was quite out of sorts and even the presence of his son did not calm him. Buchanan gave permission for a calming draught to be administered then left as Mary and the nurses he had brought in attempted to get him to drink it. Stopping at his dressing room to get the library books Buchanan brought them into his own personal library where Bruce was working on some equations. He put them on the table in front of him and stepped back.

"I found a library," said Buchanan. "Brooklyn Public Library, not far from your hut, in fact. The mountain surrounding the ravine is actually a building and these were inside. Did you know about the unrest over the modern technology we are discovering?"

Bruce's excitement was tempered by the acknowledgement that he did know. "Yes, I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner," he said. "Rhodes and I talked about it and we didn't want to add to your pressures with all the building that was happening, then your father's health, and the baby coming."

"I am the Lord of these lands," said Buchanan, angrily. "It is my responsibility to know. All the excitement and anticipation I felt when I discovered the library was dampened by the revelation there are people in my lands who would destroy it if given the chance."

He sat down heavily at the chair across from Banner and ran his hands through his hair. Ileana sat next to him, putting her hand on his. Placing his other hand on hers he smiled then turned to Banner again.

"Forgive me, friend," said Buchanan. "I know you and Rhodes were trying to help but I need to know the temper of my tenants if I am to deal with them rationally. Rhodes is taking a contingent to secure the opening that led me into the library so that no one else finds it. These books were scattered on the floor so I gathered them to share my discovery. Ileana has suggested that when we return we get the computers so we can ... what did you call it?"

"Reprogram them to run calculations," she said. "There must be others with computer programming experience. There's probably enough resources in the library to teach programming if not."

"That's a good idea actually," admitted Bruce, gesturing to the papers in front of him. "It beats trying to do it by hand. You don't have any self taught mathematicians posing as farmers that can help me with this, do you?"

"Perhaps," said Buchanan, smiling slightly. "I only learned this morning my own wife went to university. Why she would marry me, a mostly self-educated man is beyond me."

"You have many qualities my Lord," said Ileana, affectionately. "A good mind is one of them. You seek out knowledge always. That you recognized the value of these books is proof of that."

"I've always respected your intellect, James," said Bruce. "You do seek knowledge. Even though I have several university degrees I've always judged a man by his character and you are a man whose character cannot be faulted."

"What exactly are your degrees in?" asked Ileana, curious.

"I'm an M.D., and also have PhDs in nuclear physics, biochemistry, radio physics, engineering, robotics, computer science, and mathematics," said Bruce, quietly. "I could deliver your baby if Dr. Madison or the midwife is indisposed. I could teach anyone who is interested computer programming but the problem with having that many degrees is that I'm just spread too thin. If I get frustrated then I run the risk of the big guy coming back in his worst form, and he doesn't care about the knowledge at all. He's just angry."

"Well, big guy or not, I'm glad you're living with us in the castle," said Ileana. "You've made a difference to many people. Once I have this baby ...."

Ileana made a face and shifted. "Are you alright?" asked Bruce.

"Just a weird feeling in my back," said Ileana. "Like an elastic band being stretched. I felt it earlier but said nothing then as I thought I had just overdid it. I guess I shouldn't have taken so many stairs already today."

"Could be Braxton-Hicks contractions," said Bruce. "You're what 37 weeks?"

"About that," she said, "give or take a week. You don't think the baby's coming, do you?"

"Probably not," said Bruce. "Would you let me examine you? It's been a long time but a doctor never forgets."

Ileana looked at Buchanan and he nodded so she agreed. Buchanan picked her up in his arms and carried her to their suite, laying her in the bed. Bruce directed that she be undressed to her chemise with no undergarments so he called in Beth. Bruce used Buchanan's dressing room to take his jacket and vest off then washed his hands. While Buchanan washed, Bruce allowed Tom to dry his hands with a clean drying cloth.

"I'm going to take an incredible liberty with your wife," said Bruce. "I need to examine her cervix which is in the birth canal. If she's in labour there will be visible signs that will confirm it. Do you have one of your battery torches handy? I will need you to shine it in there so I can see. If labour is started there won't be any way for me to stop it. Three weeks early isn't great but it is survivable even for your world."

Buchanan nodded nervously and the two men returned to the bedroom where Ileana laid in her chemise. She informed them she felt another weird feeling in her back, stronger than the first one. Bruce had her open her legs and with Buchanan shining the torch Bruce apologized for the liberty and began to examine her. A few minutes later he stepped back and looked at them both.

"You're in labour," he said. "You're already about 5 cm dilated. Like I told James, 3 weeks early isn't great but your baby is almost to term already. This final month is just basically to gain weight. Your labour pains are going to get stronger and more painful. When you get to 7 cm dilated then it will ramp up. Did you have a birth plan with Dr. Madison?"

"She was coming to see me this week," said Ileana. "We were going to discuss it then. The pain is the biggest thing, right? There's no such thing as epidurals and I don't want to be drugged to the point where I'm not aware. How painful is it?"

"Third world mothers do it all the time without pain medication," said Bruce. "It doesn't kill you but you'll probably wish you were dead at some point. James, I would send for the local midwife. I'll stay in case there are problems but a midwife will have much more available in her birthing kit to keep Ileana as comfortable as possible. She probably has natural herbs that can go a long way to relieving the stress. You're staying, right?"

Buchanan nodded and asked Beth to summon the midwife. Bruce asked Tom for a freshly washed short sleeve nightshirt for him and Buchanan to wear. He ordered hot water, heat packs and cold packs, plus a supply of drying cloths and extra bedding. While they were waiting Bruce told Ileana and Buchanan to walk around the room to stimulate labour. The midwife came while they were walking and she looked at Bruce, with some trepidation.

"You know midwifery?" she asked pointedly.

"I've delivered a few babies in my time," he said. "The last time I checked, her cervix was dilated half way about 5 cm. Her mucus plug is gone but her water hasn't broken yet. She was about 5 minutes between contractions. I've got heat and cold packs for pain but I'm hoping you have some herbs with you. I will insist that you wash your hands well, including your fingernails."

She smiled. "I have taken training with Dr. Madison," she said. "It is good that you know what you're doing. Will you and Lord Buchanan be staying?"

"We are," replied Bruce. "You're in charge. I'll assist, if that's alright."

She nodded and laid out several layers of bedding on the bed. Then she went to the bathing room with her bag, changed, put her hair up, and washed her hands for 5 minutes before returning. She called the couple over and examined Ileana again, confirming that she would soon be in hard labour.

"You can keep walking until it becomes unbearable or you can lie down," she said. "It is your choice. I have some lavender that you can smell as you walk, or in a tea. It will help somewhat with the pain. M'Lord, during a contraction you can rub M'Lady's back. Once it becomes unbearable we will put a hot pack under her back for the pain and one at the birth canal to soften the cervix. Don't worry, I have delivered several hundred children over the years and haven't lost one yet."

They kept walking for another half hour then Ileana had a particularly strong contraction that doubled her over. The midwife, Berta, directed that she should come to the bed and Buchanan carried her. Berta directed that he take his boots off and sit behind Ileana supporting her from behind. Mary came to check in then, as Beth had alerted her and she watched quietly as Berta talked Ileana through some breathing to deal with a contraction. With Bruce holding the torch, Berta examined her then called for the drying cloths, packing them under Ileana. Within minutes her water broke and the cloths soaked them up. Mary called for more and handed off the wet ones to Beth while helping pack the dry ones. Over the next few hours Ileana's labour progressed and they changed the heat packs, then put a cold washcloth on her forehead. Finally, she was fully dilated and the midwife spoke kindly to her.

"M'Lady Ileana," she said quietly. "You are now ready to bring your child into the world. I know you are tired but this is a woman's finest moment. You're going to summon all of your strength and love for your husband and your child while pushing down on your nether regions with all of your might. You will do it as many times as it takes to bring the head out. I can see already that it is a dark haired child. Once the head is out you will pant like a dog in the heat. Are you ready M'Lady? Push, push hard."

Four times she asked Ileana to push, which she did with great cries of exertion, until finally the head was out. Bruce handed Berta the suction device and she cleared the baby's nose and mouth. Then she summoned Ileana to push again as one arm was born then in a rush the rest of the baby came out and everyone cried out in joy. It was a little girl, smaller than normal but perfectly formed. Berta laid her upon Ileana's belly and gently rubbed the baby's chest. There was no sound at first, then a squawk like a bird followed by a good strong cry. Bruce nodded at Buchanan and the relief on his face was palpable. Berta waited for the umbilical cord to stop pulsing then tied it off. With a flame she burnt the edge of a knife and cut through the cord between the ties. She quickly did some tests which Bruce nodded his approval of, declaring the baby was sound, healthy and would soon gain the weight she needed. The little girl was wrapped well, given to Ileana to hold and once the afterbirth came out the others retreated to another part of the room to give the new parents time alone with their daughter.

"My Ileana," said Buchanan, lovingly. "She is as beautiful as you. Thank you for letting me be here. Women are truly the stronger sex for I know no man who could do what you just did."

"Nonsense," she said although she was flattered. "What will we name her?"

"What is your mother's name?" he asked.

"Livia," she replied. "Yours was Win?"

"Yes, short for Winter. We will honour our mothers and call her Livia Winter Barnes, agreed?" he asked.

"Agreed," she replied and they sealed it with a kiss.

Livia began to fuss and the midwife said Ileana could feed her. Baring a breast she fed her daughter who nursed hungrily. Buchanan touched her tiny hand, smiling when she grasped it as she suckled. He kissed his wife then his daughter, almost overwhelmed with the emotion of the moment. When Livia was satisfied, the midwife showed them how to wrap her up. Buchanan asked if he could take her to his father. Mary accompanied him, complimenting him and Lady Ileana on their daughter. They entered his father's room, finding him sitting by the chair, looking out the window.

"Father, I bring you a granddaughter," said Buchanan. "We named her Livia Winter for both of our mothers."

The older man's face lit up and he looked at the baby with love, touching her hand with his large farmer's finger which Livia grasped tightly.

"For such a little one she is strong," said the elder Barnes. "Well done, Bucky boy, my dear son. I'm tired Mary, and would like to go to bed. Please help me."

Kindly, she took him by the arm and helped him out of the chair and into his bed. He smiled again at his son and granddaughter before Buchanan left. Returning to his wife who had been cleaned up by Beth and the midwife, Buchanan laid Livia in the cradle which had been brought out to the side of the bed. Just as he rose from doing so, Mary came in crying.

"My Lord, your father," she gasped. "He's gone. He breathes no more."

Buchanan ran out of the room to his father's side where he lay peacefully on his bed, his eyes open and a small smile on his face. With a sob he closed his father's eyes and kneeled at the bed holding the hand of the man who had raised him. He stayed there for some time before he stood up and kissed the forehead of his father. Mary waited just inside the door, her face a mask in grief.

"No tears, Mary," said Buchanan. "He lived long enough to see and touch his grand daughter. He died a happy man because today he sees my mother again. We will bury him where he can see his garden and feel the morning sun. Now, I'll return to my wife and celebrate the birth of my daughter for she came early to meet her grandfather before he left this world, almost as if she knew."

He returned to Ileana who awaited him having learned of his father's passing. He dismissed Tom and undressed himself, washing his body carefully then put his best silk nightshirt on and slipped under the covers with his wife. After kissing her tenderly for giving him a healthy daughter, he cried for his father while Ileana comforted him. Later that night when Livia cried to be fed he watched his wife and daughter in the dim illumination of the battery light, happy that grandfather and granddaughter had at least met. Life was both bitter and sweet as had been shown to him today of all days.

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femdomliterature · 3 months

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FemLit 0585 - Cheap (but Effective) Kinkster Toys

I’m writing all these entries with newer kinksters in mind. Given that I would assume that new kinksters may have a rather small pool of toys if any at all. So below you will find a number of cheap kinkster toys to get you started.

- Clothespins: I’d recommend these for someone starting out with pain play. Apply these to areas where you can pull tight enough skin to attach the clothespin such that it is unlikely to suddenly fly off. Don’t leave them on any space for more than 10 minutes or so. After some time the initial pain of application the area will numb. Twisting the clothes pin can cause the pain to flare up a bit. Do note that clothespins snapping off are incredibly painful and should only be done if the submissive is ok with that. Someone who can handle the pain of clothespins being applied may not be able to handle them snapping off suddenly. Lastly, I recommend the wooden ones as their jaws are solid where the plastic pins use

- Twine: Twine has a variety of uses: tying off genitals, creating a zipper line (using twine to string together clothespins so you can yank them all off at once in a line. This is VERY painful), etc. I recommend not using it for restraints because it can cut off blood flow very easily and painfully.

- Lube shooter: These plastic “syringes” are super useful to have around. They have a very dull tip and a ½ inch diameter. You can insert them directly into your lube bottle and pull the plunger to get the measure of lube that you want to use. The shaft of the syringe is lubricated by sticking it into the lube bottle so you can insert, press down on the plunger and have someone lubed in seconds with no messing around trying to get lube in the hole. Ultimately, be aware that sometimes the lube shooter can break as they’re cheaply made, but at 8 bucks I’ve been a repeat customer because life is so much better with them than without.

- Paddles: Paddles are usually available for pretty cheap and they’re a toy that isn’t generally considered too intimidating and are PERFECT for beginners. I strongly recommend getting one. Pick one that suits your style.

- Rope: Should go without saying that rope is something worth having. If you have any interest at all in bondage, go for it early on and start practicing hard right away. There are plenty of free resources online that can teach you knots and “Two Knotty Boys Show You the Ropes” is a great guide book that can help you get started.

Some notes about toys:

- Toys don’t make the man: You don’t HAVE to own toys to be a good dominant. They can help make a scene more interesting for both you and the boy by adding variety but don’t feel like you have to own a closet full of toys to be respected. Mastery over what you do have is key.

- Don’t buy something to try it out: I bought a beginner’s electro kit because it was on sale for Valentine’s Day and I had an interest in Electro. I rarely get to use it and it turns out a tens unit is the standard toy for electric play and what I got was a weak to moderate violet wand. What I later learned was I should’ve waited until I had someone to play with who was interested in electro to help justify the cost. Chances are, if I met a guy into electro… he’d have his own unit anyways and I could learn from him how to use it safely. There aren’t enough guys into electro in my area that I get to use it more than once or twice a year.

- DO buy toys that add to your central kink: If you’re really into impact play feel free to focus your purchase on toys that support that kink because you’re looking to play with others who share that particular kink anyways.

#female led relationship #femlit

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i dont really think treating bulls, cattle and horses well outside or rodeo eliminates the harm that rodeo itself often causes to the animals.. so many of them die or get really hurt cause theyre genuinely uncomfortable and scared and want the person off, its just not a safe nor smart thing to be doing.

it's probably not a safe nor smart thing to be doing, but for the bulls, they use different bulls for every rider and for them it lasts about 2 seconds maybe 4 if the guys good or 8 if the mans great. The bull has him on for a really short amount of time and then they are (or should be) taken care of really well the rest of the time. They take care of the bulls and give them 8 seconds of something they don't like and that's about it if the owners good to them. If animals are dying from being in rodeos then it could also come from how they're treated outside the rodeo, it's really only bulls i think that get the most hurt in a rodeo and half the time he hurts the guy more, if animals are dying from being in a rodeo then it's probably an animal abusing rodeo or the animals came from an animal abusing farm or something. Rodeos usually take good precaution to make sure that their animals are as comfortable as possible before that one couple second strand they might have like- a guy on their back that they buck off Immediately.

the bulls might be scared or uncomfortable but rodeo bulls were essentially raised to be in rodeos, like how a racehorse is raised to be in the races, certain bulls are sorta raised to be in rodeos. That's obviously not to say that the rodeo raised bulls can't get injured or something because they definitely can but then it's worse for the people who brought them in. Why would they put a bull or animals just in general that's bringing them money into a rodeo where they know they're gonna get hurt, or something along those lines. Always go in with the expectation of someone human or animal getting at least maybe a scratch and maybe a broken bone on the bull riders, but when the expectation is for the bull to die then they pull out of the rodeo and let the bull retire. If it's a good rodeo or a good owner then if the bull isn't up to or doesn't want to do the rodeo at all then they won't make him, if it's a returning bull then he knows he's gonna have a guy on his back and all he's gotta do is get him off super quick and then everythings over until their next rodeo

i feel like I've repeated it an annoying amount of times throughout this but once again if it's a good rodeo or a good owner then the animals shouldn't die, getting hurt is always a possibility and that's why there are vets as well as doctors at rodeos. Of course I'm not the worlds most educated but growing up watching rodeos with family members who were in rodeos and being in one myself, i do think i know what I'm talking about to some extent. Obviously you don't have to believe a word i say and I'm not expecting you to go "Oh all rodeos are great!" After this because they're not, there are rodeos who treat their animals horribly and those are the ones that deserve criticism, but they are also the ones that get the most out there. Of course there are also articles supporting mine and yours claims and I've read both so i know where you're coming from and i understand why people don't like rodeos but like i said, bad animal abusing rodeos are always the ones that get the most attention because they're bad, because they abuse their animals, and they deserve that bad attention but then they shine a horrible light over rodeos in general and that isn't really fair

#i didn't expect it to be that long I'm sorry 😔#but again i see where your coming from and i do understand it #but i still think that there are good rodeos and ones that don't deserve to be called animal abuse when the animals they use are treated-#-as well as they can treat them #newmsies

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falsebooles123 · 1 year

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An Incredible Long Couple of Weeks. Diary of a Big Ole Gay.

Hey Whores, this is going to be a really long post because I may not have the energy to finish this this week.

So I guess I haven't done one of these in about two weeks and a lot of that is me being very busy. Last week of March I was working on like fifteen million different articles and videos and other content creation thingies and the first week of April literally started with my co-worker HAVING A MENTAL BREAK AND LEAVING TO THE OTHER SIDE OF THE LITERAL COUNTRY.

(i'm posting a funny GIF but I'm actually kinda pissed)

so instead of having a lot of great help to ease into running a full ass kitchen by myself doing 70 heads a day. I was doing this with exactly one other person doing the bare minimum to help me. It was a lot of hard work, and of course it went great. But I was extremly exhausted.

I also didn't watch that many queer films because of it.

but lets get into it.

Reflections in a Golden Eye (1967) dir. John Huston

OK so I don't remember a lot about any of these films because I watched this one in particular, *checks notes* the 27th of last month. Yeah theres a reason why theres no date on this one.

So this one I think is based on a book or something and features Marlon Brando being a CLOSET HOMOSEXUAL. oh also he stays right in that closet.

(god this gif is something else. so creepy)

Hes like yeah I'm going to spend this entire movie staring at this naked guys ass, (yeah I'm not going to explain the plot your'll either love this movie or hate it but you can't say it doesn't have a plot), but I ain't going to act on it. I'm just going to fight with my beautiful neglected wife who beats my ass for beating her horse.

See the relationship is super toxic but its liz taylor and Marlon Brando so its also the hottest thing ever.

anyway lot of repressed homos in the background of the entire rest of the plot. One of the more fun dramas I watched cause it was MESSY!

Flesh (1968) dir. Paul Morrissey

ok so Flesh is one of those weird cineme verite movies that Morrissey made and it is very artsy and very gay but there isn't actually any guy on guy stuff. The main actor spends most of his time naked, and some of that is like eroticized but also its kinda meant to desexualize nudity. Or rather the film is using casual nudity as a way to lampshade the way we objectify people because after we see this long scene were hes just laying in bed with his dick out (relatable), we get a 5 minutes scene of him starting his day buck ass naked feeding his 1 year old real daughter a muffin. they actually use that as one of the posters

so like yeah hes naked but hes clearly not erotised in that moment in fact even though the main character is a hustler he never actually has gay sex on screen. His only client is a man who wants to draw him for like classical sculpture. Hes someone whose literally objectified scene for his body and not as a living person.

OMFG am I a film critic or something.

anyway this is another pretty cool film and especially something gay people should watch even through there isn't that much PDA.

Funeral Parade of Roses (1969) dir. Toshio Matsumoto

ok first look at this iconic photo.

Pretty this follows a bunch of transwoman in like Tokyo just honestly vibing and being faggot punks. We love, we stan, we support.

theres a lot to enjoy about this film and honestly just iconic trans woman you need to watch this. oh also all these ladies are straight so theres no gay kissing.

My Hustler (1966) dir. Andy Warhol, Chuck Wein

NOTE: This is a clip from the 1961 SPORTS THRILLER "The Hustler" but also this is pretty good dupe to the experience of My Hustler

Yeah so My Hustler is the story of a rich gay bringing a gay whore for his vacation and then having his fag hag friend and then the hustler friend show up and they all get in to this contest about whos going to fuck him. So I guess more objectification of men through the queer lens. Noone actually fucks him and its a lot of naturalistic dialogue. Its warhol you get it.

The Children's Hour (1961) dir. William Wyler

Ok so Childrens Hour is about Audrey Hepburn and her GAL PAL Shirley McClaine who run a school together. They are in fact just roommates but doesn't stop snot nose little brats from spreading rumors that like she totally saw Mrs. Hepburn drowning in pussy. So yeah they have there lives ruined and there not even dykes da fuck. Its very Tea and Sympathy in that regard about how homophobia hurts those that arn't even faggots. Y'know the innocent. /s

except it turns out that Shirley McClaine is in fact like a totally LESBIAN HAROLD. and this was the push she needed to admit how fucking gay she is for audrey hepburn, (which like we get it girl it audrey), oh and then she fucking kills herself. Thanks I hate it.

The movie up to that points pretty good.

The Leather Boys (1964) dir. Sidney J. Furie

ok so this is another British New Wave movie and it manly follows this newly married couple. And like the wife Dot, is literally the worst fucking person. She spends all her money on her hair which 1. He doens't like and 2. Doesn't even look good on her. She doesn't have a job and she doesn't keep the house. And then she won't move into his mom's house after his dad fucking dies and his mom literally can't take care of herself which like sorry girl I get if you don't like your mother-in-law but um kinda a consequence of marrying someone at some point you kinda have to deal with there parents getting old and dying. Oh also shes cheating on him. SPOILERS.

Anyway so they spend most of the time seperated while this guy sleeps with his best friend.... in like the same bed. hahaha not like in a gay way that would be ..... gay.

Also I'm totally sure his best friend isn't like a faggot or something.

Yeah, basically this guy was sleeping next to a gay guy the whole time and everytime his friend was like "omg babe lets ditch your looser wife, (can confirm she sucks), and move to america together" that he meant it in like a gay way.

and so the dude just fucking leaves. Honestly I would try sucking dick just once if I was him. You guys have a great relationship and your wifes a bitch.

Advise & Consent (1962) dir. Otto Preminger

The Best Man (1964) dir. Franklin J. Schaffner

just going to throw these together. Basically there both about some future were the president wants to nominate some dude and people are like ew no. also some random other person is getting blackmailed for being a faggot in the war. Yeah both of these movies have like the same exact plot.

I like The Best Man a little bit more but there both kinda awful. Also Betty White is in the first one and SHES A SENATOR. yaaaas girl.

Manji (1964) dir. Yasuzo Masumura

THESE LESBIANS ARE TOXIC.

Like don't get me wrong they kiss, they suck, they fuck. Lot of Women absolutely just being the most, this is the most lesbian thing I've seen.

Oh also eventually they start a death cult it goes to some really weird places. Also theres like three remakes.

anyway whores, sorry that its taking so long for me to post this diary update. I'm going to draft the next post and try to get it out by the end of the month. Thanks love you.

#diary #queer cinema #early queer cinema #firstgaykiss #reflections in a golden eye #flesh 1968 #funeral parade of roses 1969 #my hustler 1966 #the childrens hour 1961 #The Leather Boys #Advise & Consent 1962 #The Best Man 1964 #Manji 1964 #slurs(reclaimed)#Buried Gays #CW Suicide

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She said yes!

Hey bud, its been a while huh!

It’s ya boy and almost a decade since I last updated you on anything!

Look you’ve been through some shit and I wanted to let you know

IT WAS ALL WORTH IT.

You stood by her side at every moment, the very highs and very lows.

But so did she.

she stood by you when you needed it and she supported you when you were at your lowest point.

Sure, you and her had moments of hardship, but despite the tension and the space, you told her you love her every single day for the last 10 years.

Enough of that shit, let me update you on everything in between.

Boom you went to Italy with her, that was dope. you guys starved cause you didn't understand Italian, pizza was pretty shit cause you didn't know where to find it. It was a beautiful though, 9/10

Boom you guys went to Japan in the most expensive tickets possible, were they comfortable? bro it was like a 22 hour flight, shit was awful. was japan great? you bet your ass it was, all you guys ate were conveyer belt sushi and Lawson food. 10/10

Boom you went to Thailand, its was legit the best bang for you buck. did you think you were being ripped off everywhere you went, yes, was it still cheaper? yup. 11/10

You moved out from mom and dad. it was tough but you had some help. I mean a lot of help. Guess who came with you, she did. you and her moved out to live a new life together.

We got a dog. He’s a rescue that you found online from Egypt. Is he a good boy? no he’s a Demon, but the cutest demon you ever seen. I’m kidding he’s a very sweet boy but you’ll learn to manage his reactivity, you love him, 10 year old us would be super jealous, I know you are.

Now here’s the big news.

You got a nice ring and surprised her with it on her birthday. Yeah of course she chose it, but she you did a good job keeping it a secret. Also you manned up and you actually asked her dad first, that was a big deal. her family is really happy too. I guess our family now.

Obviously she said yes. spoiler alert from the title.

Also, you got your first car, no longer is she driving your dumbass around.

I wanted to let you know, you’re becoming a good man, and I hope we can stay on a good path through adulthood. Maybe be a great husband and great father.

Yeah right, a father. that’s some shit right there. but you guys can do it.

You’re doing great, and she’s doing much better. She has flourished into a beautiful woman that takes care you.

You two keep it up, it’s still a battle but at least you have your best friend with you now.

Take care of each other.

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rendevousz · 3 years

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niagara falls of blood?

avengers x fem!teen!reader

summary: pretty much what the title is, you on your period

warnings: your moodswings ig

word count: 2765

"rise and shine, y/n!" you hear an annoying voice sing just as the lights flickered on. you grumbled something inaudible, hiding underneath your blanket to shield yourself from the brightness that steve just brought upon your room.

"y/n/n, come on. wakey-wakey!" you groan, feeling super unmotivated to train today. you even felt like punching steve in his perfect-looking face just for waking you up at the crack ass of dawn. this was unusual because you loved jogs before the sun came up and trainings before it hit noon.

"steve, if you don't shut the hell up right now, i'm gonna push you into that lake beside our usual jogging route."

"jeez, y/n, woke up on the wrong side or what?" he teases, finally leaving once he saw you were already sitting up. you groggily walked to the bathroom to wash your face and brush your teeth before changing into your workout clothes.

"no!" you whine when you saw that you were on your period. that's why you were in a crappy mood when steve woke you up. you begrudgingly dressed up after putting on a pad, grabbing a small towel on the way out.

like you did every morning, you were gonna go on a run with steve, bucky and sam. while you loved running, you hated how steve and bucky "cheated" —as you and sam liked to call it— with their super soldier staminas. that was why you loved having sam there. not only was he great company but he was also moral support because you two would always be hilariously overtook by steve and bucky multiple times. but that didn't matter because you two would always be completely immersed in your conversations every time.

but not today though. you already knew today was going to be different. you had gotten a bad start to the day with steve's and your usual morning routine which somehow annoyed you this one time. and having to run around with your cramps definitely didn't help lighten your mood.

"kid, you okay?" sam asks from your right side. you'd been silent throughout the whole run and sam knew something was up when you didn't laugh at his jokes like how you usually would. "just cramps. they're hurting a lot so i'm probably gonna skip training today." you explain and he slowed down his pace causing you to slow down too since you always had to run side by side.

"y/n/n, you should probably stop now if you're having cramps. it might make it worse—i think? i don't know, actually. i don't know how periods work but i know cramps hurt a lot so i think you should stop. yeah, you should stop." his rambling speech made you feel a bit better now knowing he wants you to take care of yourself. "you know what? yeah, i think i'm gonna go. sorry i have to leave you with the two cheaters."

he smiled at you, telling you not to worry about it. you were touched and your mood significantly brightened but before you could reply him, rhythmic footsteps echoed from a distance from behind you two and you knew what was coming.

"on your left."

before steve and bucky could just pass by peacefully like they did the past nine times, you managed to throw a punch to steve's side, effectively slowing him down when he stumbled and then completely stopped. "what gives, y/n?!" bucky then stopped too, wanting to know what was up.

"that's for this morning." you glared at him and he looked at you in confusion, holding onto his side where you punched him. though you were significantly smaller than he was—than any of them were, really—, you could definitely throw a punch. speaking of punch, you gave him another on his other side and he flinched, giving you an incredulous look, one that resembled betrayal.

"and that's for being a cheater." you narrowed your eyes at him. "oN yOuR LeFt." you mocked him, rolling your eyes before ultimately leaving the trio to walk back to the tower. they looked at your fading figure and exchanged looks with each other in confusion. "what...what just happened?"

"y/n's on her period so we gotta be careful with her." sam explained and steve being steve, his cheeks tinted slight pink as the thought slightly embarrassed him.

"period? you mean the niagra falls of blood," bucky states, taking a long sip out his water bottle. sam rolled his eyes at this but nodded anyways. "also, she doesn't want training today so unless any of you have a death wish, don't call her down for anything other than for food, got it?"

"yes, sir."

"got it."

"you do it,"

"i don't want to, you do it."

"can one of you just do it? why don't you guys want to wake y/n up?" nat stopped bucky and steve's little argument as she turned away from the stove for a bit. "you two love waking her up and carrying her down to eat. what happened?"

"womanhood happened," steve mumbled bitterly, rubbing his sides where you hit him this morning. apparently you had hit him hard enough to bruise a little. nat rolled her eyes in realisation. "period?"

"no, no, not period. satan's montly ritual inside of y/n. you should've seen her this morning, nat. it was like she was possessed!" steve exaggerates. "okay, let's not be dramatic here," bucky rolls his eyes at his best friend. steve only looked at him with fear in his eyes and bucky sighs. "fine, i'll do it. but if i don't return, tell sam he still can't have my snacks. no one can have my snacks."

nat only shakes her head before turning back to the stove to finish cooking lunch.

meanwhile, bucky was making his way up to your room. deep down he was scared to face you after your episode in the morning. "y/n/n? doll, it's lunch." he spoke when he entered your room. he melted when he saw you all snuggled up in bed, asleep, hugging your life-sized teddy bear that tony gifted you last christmas.

"doll? time to eat," he whispered, gently shaking you awake. you slowly opened your eyes to see bucky sitting on your bed, trying to wake you up from your nap. "what time is it?" you asked, rubbing your eyes, your lips jutting out subconsciously. bucky internally cooed at how adorable you looked. "it's afternoon, you skipped breakfast so nat wants you to eat lunch." he tells you.

"tell her i'm sleepy," you said, adjusting yourself back under the blanket. "y/n/n, you gotta eat. nat's gonna kill me if i go back down there without you." he shakes you again and you look up at him with you doe eyes. "then don't go back down. cuddle me, jamesie!" you pouted, giving him your best sad puppy look.

he had a brief internal battle with himself before losing and giving in, slipping next to you and hugging you, providing you warmth that even your blanket couldn't provide. bucky knew nat would have his head but how could he say no to that adorable face? and you using his real name? ultimate weakness.

soon, you were back asleep, cuddling up to him. he smiled down at you, loving how peaceful you seemed when you were sleeping. and before he knew it, he too fell asleep.

"what's taking him so long?" nat huffed and steve's jaw dropped slightly, looking at her in worry. "who's telling sam he can't have bucky's snacks?"

"don't be ridiculous, steve. go get them or i'm telling sam he can't have your snacks too." steve sighs, getting up from the barstool and making his way up to your room.

safe to say he was expecting pretty much anything but the sight of you and bucky asleep, cuddled up to each other. steve's lips jutted out and he cooed at you both. he snapped a quick picture before approaching you two, sitting on your bed beside your sleeping figure.

"y/n/n? sweetie, you need to eat." he says softly as he shook you awake. the shaking seemed to wake bucky up too and when your eyes fluttered open, steve smiled down at you. "bubba? it's lunch," he looks over at bucky in disappointment for having fallen asleep when he had a task. bucky only shrugs his shoulders as if saying 'hey man, i had no choice'.

"stevie?" you groaned out and he smiled. "come on, let's go have lunch, nat is waiting downstairs." he tries to get you to sit up but you resist. "come sleep, stevie," you pulled the same trick you did with bucky and it's no surprise the blond super-soldier fell for it too. everyone had a soft spot for you.

steve laid next to you and you're then sandwiched between two super-soldiers, already falling back asleep in just seconds.

"you know nat's gonna kill us, right buck?"

"then let her try. we can use y/n/n to get out of it. i mean, can you even recall the last time anyone said no to that adorable face?"

"sam says no to her sometimes."

"yeah but he always ends up feeling bad so,"

"okay yeah, you're right."

"that's exactly why we're stuck in this situation, right dear ol' stevie? so i say we just sleep and if nat tries to scold us, we'll technically be under y/n/n's protection because nat won't scream in our faces in front of her."

"good call. night, buck."

"night, steve."

"i can't believe i sent two super-soldier idiots to go wake up y/n on her period. i didn't think they meant it literally when they were afraid they weren't gonna come back." nat paces around the kitchen and wanda watches in amusement. it had been almost a whole hour since bucky was sent to get you and thirty minutes since steve was sent to do so too and both men hadn't returned with you for lunch.

"do you really think y/n/n is having a temper tantrum or something and those idiots are caught in the middle of it?" nat asks and wanda shook her head. "i doubt. y/n can get a little cranky but only if provoked. y/n on her period is overall a sweetheart like she always is. maybe steve was being annoying this morning. i mean, he always is annoying during morning jogs because he always has to announce when he overtakes us." wanda rolls her eyes at the fact.

"okay, you know what? come with me to get them. i mean with our joint forces, there's no way we're going to get sucked into whatever those idiots did. let's go,"

nat didn't give the younger woman a chance to reply before she's storming upstairs to your room and wanda had no choice but to rush along.

"well? are we going to wake them up or what?" wanda asks nat, not taking her eyes off the adorable sight she was met with right as she entered your room.

"i want to get mad at steve and bucky for not waking her up because she hasn't eaten yet but somehow i can't." nat states, looking like she's having an existential crisis.

"well, no lunch for these three, i guess. they better have dinner though or i'm actually going to get mad. let's go, wands." nat closes your door, but not before snapping a pic of you three cuddled up and sending it to the group chat.

nat: [attached photo]

peter: OMG SHE LOOKS SO TINY AND ADORABLE SQUISHED IN BETWEEN THOSE TWO 🥺🥺🥺

tony: IS THAT SAFE? CAN MY BABY EVEN BREATHE PROPERLY?????? NAT WHY ARE YOU JUST LETTING IT HAPPEN

wanda: stark, she's fine

thor: aw, i hope lady y/n gets all the rest she needs. she looks peaceful 🥰

clint: wait no fair i wanna cuddle her too 🥺😭

sam: dang it does this mean i still can't have bucky's snacks

bucky: stay away from my snacks.

"look who finally decided to show." you hear tony tease when you finally came down to dinner.

after waking up an hour prior, you woke up the two super-soldiers sandwiching you by pushing them off your bed. they couldn't even be mad at you when you had burst out in contagious laughter at your own stunt, before leaving to let you wash up.

"how are you feeling, sweetie?" bruce asks you as you sat in between him and tony on the dining table. "i'm good, bruce, why do you ask?"

"we've been hearin' a lot about you today, cupcake." tony winks at you before continuing to eat his food. you pout at him. "bad things?"

"no, no, no, not bad things, never bad things. you're the sweetest little cupcake and everyone loves you. now eat your food," tony pretends to make an angry face at you and you listen to him, smiling as you do so.

after dinner, you decided to lounge in the common room for a bit to watch tv and thor, clint, wanda and sam decide to join you.

"what are we watching?" sam asks as he plops down next to you on the couch. "i don't know, i'm kinda in the mood to watch my little pony." you quipped happily. "my little pony? that stupid ponies cartoon where the purple unicorn has magic and becomes a princess?"

"it's not stupid," you muttered under your breath, suddenly getting upset that he thought my little pony was stupid. "if you guys don't want to watch, i guess we can watch whatever you want." you told the rest who were already seated, a sad expression on your face.

"bubs! of course we want to watch it! right, sam?" wanda glares at sam as she asked him through gritted teeth. "y–yes! yes, we'll watch my little pony!" he replies quickly. "okay!" you cheer, leaning back against the couch as you turned the show on.

after an episode was done, you seemed to have gotten the others hooked on it because they asked for another episode. well, except for sam because he decided one episode was enough and it was time to sleep so he left.

"okay," you giggled, happy that they liked the show. "but i'm going to go get my snacks first." you walked to the kitchen to quickly get your bag of pretzels from the pantry. you were pretty sure it was the period moodswings that were causing your emotions to be all over the place because you cried. you cried because you were so excited to go get your snacks, only to find that it had been stolen.

you trudged back into the living room with a tear-stained face and wanda immediately stands up. "bubs, what's wrong?" she held both your shoulders as she looked down at you. you hiccup. "i–i think pete took my pretzel sticks." you pouted to try keep the incoming tears at bay but they managed to drop anyways.

"i'll kill him," clint stands up, hands held out in a fighting stance. "how dare he steal y/n/n's snacks." wanda rolls her eyes at his antics and gives him a look that tells him to back down.

"lady y/n," thor calls from his spot on the couch. you turn to him. "i have a stash of poptarts if you want?" he offered and as kind as his intentions were, you only wanted your pretzel sticks. you dropped down to the floor, staring silently into nothing.

"y/n," clint places a hand on your shoulder, trying to get you to get up but you didn't. you looked up at him with a small pout and glossy eyes and he cracked. "alright, thor, come with me to the grocery store. we're getting y/n/n's snacks,"

thor immediately gets up, following clint out the door. you couldn't believe that the avengers' own archer and god of thunder were willing to go out just to buy you snacks.

twenty minutes later, they came back with bags of different snacks but most importantly, your pretzel sticks. you ran to them, giving them the biggest hug you could give, prompting chuckles and hair ruffles from them. "anything for you, kiddo."

despite having just gotten your snack, you fell asleep ten minutes into the next episode and thor goes to carry you back to your room. he sets you down gently on your bed, pulling your blanket up so that you were warm.

"sleep well, lady y/n." he kisses the side of your head before leaving. and sleep well you did because you had an awesome family take care of you.

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foreverindreamlandd · 3 years

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Bucky wanted to read her fanfictions and she always declined. So he begged and begged and begged... until she finally gives up and let him read one. 'Cause who could really say no to Bucky making puppy eyes?!

Let me know what you think about it

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Plus Size!Reader

WC: 1.5k (I am apparently incapable of writing a drabble)

A/N: Thank you again for another awesome request! I was basically cackling the whole time I wrote it. Want to read about how Bucky and this reader got together? Check out their origin story in my To Be Wanted series! Only warning in this one is the usual swearin’ like a sailor.

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“See, this is why I always order Thai food. I can never do it justice.” You frown over your wok, mixing the noodles around with a wooden spoon hoping it will somehow make your creation taste better.

“I’m sure it tastes great, doll.” Bucky walks up next to you and grabs a noodle, tilting his head back as he drops it into his mouth.

His eye twitches almost imperceptibly and you groan.

“It’s good,” he coughs out, trying with all of his strength to regain his composure. “I think you just went a little too hard on the chili paste. I can feel my sinuses clearing up though, which is good, right?”

You roll your eyes. “Can you check the recipe on Pinterest again? I swear I put in the right amount.”

Bucky walks over and picks up your iPad. Right as he’s scrolling to find out if you should have used 2 tablespoons or 2 teaspoons of chili paste, a notification banner pops up and he accidently taps it, opening up your Tumblr app.

Omg! This fic is amazing! The way Bucky is there to support the reader. My heart completely melted! Your Bucky stories are amazing, Y/n! <3

Above the comment is a photo of him. It’s a shot from the news where he’s helping a civilian stand up after one of the attacks made by The Red Hand.

“Uh….love? What’s this?” He holds the iPad up to you and you shift your gaze over to him.

You drop the wooden spoon into the wok as all of the blood drains from your face. You’re frozen in place for a millisecond before you pounce on Bucky to grab the device from him. He’s never seen you move so quickly and it catches him off guard.

“Bucky give me the iPad right now,” you fling your arms toward it and he pulls it away, both amused and a bit concerned by your reaction.

“Wait, what is this? Is it something I should be worried about?”

You see a flicker of panic flash in his eyes and you stop flailing. You close your eyes and let out a deep sigh.

“No, I mean, I should be concerned because if you read that I’m probably going to combust and you’re going to dump me and run for the hills.” He furrows his brows in confusion and you slowly lift up your hand. “Can I please have that back before I have a mild panic attack?”

He stares at you, trying to gauge your emotions. All he can see is panic and sadness and it breaks his heart so he instantly gives in and hands you the iPad.

“Don’t worry about it, love. I trust you.” He leans forward to give you a chaste kiss.

You let out a pained groan against his lips and Bucky is once again confused.

“Ughhhh I hate hiding things from you.” You lock your iPad so the screen goes dark. “Okay, fine, I guess this conversation is happening. Remember when we first started dating and I, uh, mentioned I used to read and write stories about….us being a couple?”

Bucky nods, trying not to reveal any emotion to you that might make you spiral into a panic, and you continue.

“Well, that was one of those stories I wrote. I stopped looking on Tumblr basically as soon as I met you because it got all weird and meta and I got super uncomfy by the idea of reading fanfics - that’s what they’re called - about my new friend/now boyfriend Bucky Barnes. And then we started dating and I was all happy and shit and I totally forgot that those fics were still out there. Obviously I haven’t written any since then because that would be weird for...many, many reasons. Someone must have found an old one and commented on it. I’ll delete it. I’ll delete all of them. I swear. I’m so sorry, Bucky. I should have been more on top of this.”

Bucky stares at you, lips pursed and you grimace, afraid of the next words that are about to come out of his mouth.

This is so weird, Y/n. How could you do this?

No wonder you didn’t date anyone before me.

Obsessed much? (Okay, he probably wouldn’t say it like that but STILL).

No, what Bucky said next was much, much worse than what you could have imagined.

“Can I read one?”

Your mouth drops. Closes. Drops again. You blink rapidly.

“I’m sorry, I just hallucinated. What?”

Bucky points to your iPad, a sly grin forming on his face. “I want to read one of your stories.”

You take a step back from him, horror stricken as you pull the iPad closer to you as if you were protecting your collector’s edition of ‘Throne of Glass.’

“Absolutely not.”

Bucky steps forward and you step back. He chuckles. “Come onnn, doll. I want to know what your fantasies were about me before we got together.” He laughs harder as the look of horror on your face grows more manic.

“Bucky, I know you’re a super soldier and could probably punch me into the sun with your metal arm, but I promise I will fight to the death before I let you read one of these fics.”

You and Bucky continue this dance of him stepping forward and you stepping back until you feel your legs make contact with your couch and you fall back into a sitting position on its arm. Bucky uses this opportunity to tower over you, his arms resting on the couch so that you’re pinned between them.

Then, he pulls out the big guns.

His gaze softens, blue eyes shining into yours. His bottom lip puffs out and he gives you the most adorable, sexiest pout you’ve seen in your whole life.

“Please, love?” He says it with a slightly higher pitch, almost like a whine and it still sounds like honey to your ears. He even nudges your nose with his like a freaking sociopath.

Damn.

You close your eyes, let out a breath, then open them back up to him. “I hate you.”

His pout turns into a boyish grin and he gives you a quick kiss. “You love me.”

You groan. “Hopefully you still love me after this, Buck. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

You stand and open up your iPad, scrolling through your masterlist and finding what used to be one of your favorite fluff pieces. You begrudgingly hand it to Bucky and he sits on the couch.

Unable to sit still during this agonizing experience, you proceed to pace around your apartment like a crazy person and resort to cleaning the inside of your microwave which you haven’t done in a few months so it’s a good thing that Bucky is reading your fic so that you could get that out of the way. You probably won’t have a boyfriend in a few minutes but at least your microwave will be spotless.

You only steal a few glances at Bucky as he reads, mortified each time as you see his eyebrows move in every possible direction. Up, down, knit together, were they criss-crossed at one point?

Finally, after what feels like the longest ten minutes of your life, Bucky lets out a soft grunt, placing the iPad down on his lap. He looks up to you and you give him a weak smile.

“Alright, let me have it, Buck. Give me your worst. Be honest. Also, I love you.”

Bucky glances down at the iPad and then back at you.

“Well, I have a few questions.”

Your right eye twitches. “Hm?”

“Now that you’ve met me, do you still think my eyes are an all-consuming storm of blue?” You groan. He grins. “Or do you think my jawline was cut from marble created by the gods?”

This time, you breathe out a laugh and you walk over to sit on his lap. You take hold of his chin.

“Bucky, I don’t think I could ever come up with the right words to describe you. The real thing is quite literally a million times better than anything I’ve ever written.”

His eyebrows raise. “That is...probably the best compliment I’ve ever gotten in my whole damn life.” He leans forward and kisses you, and you sigh into the feeling of his mouth on yours, relief flooding through you.

You pull away, eyes skeptical. “So, you’re not thinking about how you can escape and never see my crazy ass again?”

“On the contrary, love, I’m thinking about how I can convince you to buy this gorgeous green dress you apparently wore as my wedding date. The one that showed off your cleavage in a way that made Bucky’s brain melt.”

The two of you burst out laughing and you lightly shove his chest. “Sure thing, Bucko. How about I work on the dress situation and you work on ordering us Thai food so that we don’t lose our taste buds from whatever the hell I just made.”

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the-witty-pen-name · 2 years

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Only an Echo (Rockstar!Sam Wilson x F!Reader)

A/N: This has taken me a ridiculously long time to write. I’m trying to get out of my writing slump, especially when it comes to writing smut. I’m not sure what has made me feel so burnt out, but I loved writing this a lot. It has potential to be added to, but for now, it’s a standalone.

I gotta shoutout @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog for helping me brainstorm and sharing ideas we both had for a Rockstar Sam AU. I really wanted to write a Rockstar!Sam as a foil (not sure if that’s the write term?) to the Rockstar!Bucky AU that is pretty popular. Idk, let me know what you think y’all! And also just a big thank you to everyone who still follows and supports me even though I’ve been in such a dry writing spell. Love you all.

Reblogging with taglists soon. Also as usual, I did not edit this. 🤷‍♀️

18+ ONLY

Warnings: alcohol, drug use, cursing, smut (not explicit), me being annoying with too many mythology references, bad attempts at lyric writing, infatuation, parasocial relationship, Bucky being a misogynistic jerk and a narcissist… if I missed something please let me know.

Summary: Sam has long since given up trying to change Bucky, that was a lost cause. As was trying to convince the women in his rotation that they weren’t going to be the one to change him. Sam has lost count how many times he’s heard Bucky recycle the same lines, and he watches the way fans throw themselves at him. He can’t blame them. They don’t know what he knows or sees what he sees. All they see is the Bucky Barnes, the man whose poster is hung in their room, standing in front of them in the flesh after waiting all this time, and him telling them he’s never felt this way about anyone else before.

Sam was exhausted, and his head was pounding. He just wanted to go back to the bus, crawl into is much too small bunk and pass out. Maybe then he could get at least a few hours of good sleep before the bus got back on the road. The whole after show party, meet and greet situation, was great two years ago, but now it’s just another two hours of sitting back while everyone in the dressing room fawns over Bucky.

Its always the same, he’ll make himself comfortable on the shitty, mystery stain couch that’s always in these dressing rooms, and nurse a drink. After a while, he’s just learned it’s easier to just wait it out, than try to compete for any of the attention. Nothing is more embarrassing than selling out stadium shows, and then interjecting yourself into conversations to try to sound more interesting than your band mate.

It would be more tolerable if Bucky hadn’t become more and more big headed over the years. Fame has gotten to his head, but arrogance was always Bucky’s downfall. He was always the charismatic one. Even as kids, Sam always picked up on the signs of the narcissistic tendencies. Bucky thrives off attention, and he was always the super star.

Sam has long since given up trying to change Bucky, that was a lost cause. As was trying to convince the women in his rotation that they weren’t going to be the one to change him. Sam has lost count how many times he’s heard Bucky recycle the same lines, and he watches the way fans throw themselves at him. He can’t blame them. They don’t know what he knows or sees what he sees. All they see is the Bucky Barnes, the man whose poster is hung in their room, standing in front of them in the flesh after waiting all this time, and him telling them he’s never felt this way about anyone else before.

Tonight’s not much different as Sam looked out into the crowd. Fans with hopeful, pleading eyes looking up at Bucky like he’s the only one on stage. Like he, Natasha, and Steve aren’t right there. It doesn’t matter how loud the crowd screams when Sam finishes his bass solo, all Buck needs to do is twirl a drumstick in the air, and the girls pushed up against the barricade go crazy.

Natasha and Steve have been off and on, will they won’t they since before the band’s big break anyways- so neither of them really were ever on the radar to be the one people gravitated towards. The single one, the unmarried one… those are the front men that people can fantasize about and gravitate towards. So, that left him and Bucky, and Bucky has been waiting his whole life for this attention, his stardom, and the way it makes him look completely invincible. Bucky also was everything. He had the look, and the right tattoos, and the piercings, and the long hair. He was everything people seemed to want. And they would fill in the gap convincing themselves he’s the one for them, he’d change for them, and if they could just meet him they’d be the one to stand out. Sam always felt like he was the forgotten one.

A Buzzfeed article a year ago calling him the Kevin Jonas of the band really, really didn’t help his self esteem.

So tonight is nothing new when a handful of love struck girls that managed to make it backstage are all taking turns doting on Bucky for his attention. Of course, they talk to everyone. They take group polaroids, and sign autographs, but he can tell by the way their eyes linger, Bucky will most definitely be bringing one or two of them back to the bus, to only leave them behind when the band checks out of the next hotel.

Currently, Bucky is about six shots in, a cigarette perched behind his ear, his joint in his mouth being lit by one of the two girls who he is sitting between on the couch. Sam takes a hit, and sinks a little further back into the couch, just trying to put his mind anywhere but here. He has a one track mind for his pillow, and getting out of his show clothes. Someone, maybe Natasha, put on the radio and the music isn’t helping his splitting headache. She’s sitting perched on Steve’s lap. Looks like they aren’t fighting tonight. Their red, glassy eyes staring into each other's eyes while they share a blunt between them and Sam feels that twang of jealousy.

“I really wanted to ask you about Echo, Don’t Fall for Narcissus,” he hears you ask. Your question is directed towards Bucky, but you don’t know he has no part in the song writing. Sam perks up, because Echo, Don’t Fall for Narcissus is his song. The notebook of the original draft is on his bunk, that he suddenly didn’t feel so rushed to get back to.

Echo, Don’t Fall for Narcissus

His love is not what it seems

He’s not the man your wanting

He’s too wrapped in himself you see

I see how much you love him

And to you, he’s your everything

But trust me, sweet, dear Echo

When he looks at you

It’s just to see himself in your eyes

“I just- I don’t even know what I’m asking. It’s just my favorite song of yours- probably ever. I just love the way the myth connects to the girl it’s about. And the way her pain is expressed. It’s just so beautiful and I wanna just know more about the guy who’s singing to her,” she tries to explain, and Sam’s heart clenches. It’s his favorite too.

He watches as Bucky’s hand slides up your thigh, his thumb rubbing circles, and he observes how it flusters you. You’re beautiful, an absolute dime, and Sam can feel him holding back from screaming, ‘It’s me! I’m him and it’s about you! I’m here, and I want you to want me- to see me!’ You giggle nervously, Bucky exhaling his last puff as he stares at you the same way he has every other girl who has sat right there. He wraps his arm around you and tugs you into his lap, your hand resting now on his bare chest, the sound of his leather pants alerting the whole room of the action.

“It’s about love,” he smirks, pulling your bottom lip gently with his thumb. Sam can feel how unsatisfied you are with the answer you got. “And how the pleasure,” he teases, swiping his thumb across your lip, “mixes with pain.” Your brow furrows, and Sam sees the way you take pause. You question for a brief moment, what you thought you knew. But Bucky swoops in for a kiss, and your confusion melts away as you let your body relax into him.

You pull away a few seconds later, and he’s whispering something in your ear. Sam can’t hear, but the way your eyes widen tells him everything. You look a little embarrassed, but your face changes quickly into a smile. You force a chipper yes when Bucky asks you to go get him another drink. You slip out of the room, and no one else but Sam seems to notice your absence when Bucky sends you on an errand.

His head is a little less fucked up now, and he decides to follow you out. Make sure you get back safe. He doesn’t know why he feels compelled to watch you. He’s just worried, especially how your heart will break when you return and Bucky has slipped his tongue down the other girl’s throat in your absence. Maybe you wouldn’t care, some girls in the past haven’t, but he takes it that all of this is a little out of your normal realm of comfort.

He’s finds you in the kitchenette area down the hall. Kitchenette is generous. It’s more like an alcove with a mini fridge, a microwave and about two feet of countertop. You’re bent over digging through the minifridge when Sam approaches. He doesn’t know what to say, maybe he should wait for you to notice him, or maybe he should just play it off like it’s a coincidence he’s here.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” you mutter, stepping back away to let him in. You cradle the glass bottles of liquor in your arms, and grip a water for yourself in your hand. He frowns, and helps your by taking some of the bottles out of your arms.

“Let me help you,” he offers. And you smile, and he feels like his heart might pound out of his chest.

“Thank you,” you reply. You’re suddenly shy, and he’s hoping he’s not making you uncomfortable. He doesn’t think so. But he takes a step back anyways, grabbing two of the vodka bottles by the stems.

“I know you probably get this all the time,” you say finally, “But I am such a fan, and honestly; I can’t express how much getting to be here means. Like it doesn’t feel real.”

He raises an eyebrow. Fetching drinks from a gross break room for a guy who doesn’t give two shits about you is this monumental. “I feel stupid saying that,” you admit to him, “I know these things must be all the same, and no matter how I try to put it into words, I’ll just be saying the same thing as every other fan you guys meet. But yeah… I guess what I’m trying to say is I can’t put into words how much your music means to me.”

You’re right. Everyone he’s met has said something similar. It’s always a variation of the same sentiment. It doesn’t make it any less important to him, though. He remembers what it’s like, he’s still like that with our musicians he looks up to. However, this time, he’s hoping he’s living up to whatever impression of him you had in your mind. He knows you came back here for Bucky, to take that risk to satisfy your own fantasy of him falling for you. The thoughts of ‘if he just met me.’

You straighten out your skirt, tugging it down as much as a mini skirt will go. Something to keep your hands busy as your nerves seem to be getting the better of you. You’re so wrapped up in this experience, you want to have a memorable time. You know they won’t remember you, just one of the millions you’re sure they’ve met and partied with. But still, a little piece does tug at you, reminding you that maybe, just maybe you’re different.

The realization that you're not slaps you in the face when you get back to the dressing room, to see a new girl in your place. You’re long forgotten as the other girl sits perched on his lap, and another he has his arm around pulling her flush to his side. Her hands wander his bare chest, tracing the tattoos you’ve memorized and he’s placing his thumb on her lip and she happily wraps her lips around it to suck and he groans.

You shouldn’t be surprised. Afterall, you’re not anyone special. Everything you admired about Bucky Barnes was a figment of your own imagination. You saw him from afar and filled in the blanks with what you wanted. He was nothing but rude. Gorgeous, talented, and extremely self-absorbed. It stings. It really fucking stings, the way your hopes are slashed through just like that. You knew it, and you know better. But there’s something that always kept you thinking, ‘if he only met me. If he only got to know me.’

You’ve got your signed CD in your jacket pocket, and the signed photo with the band safe inside the case. You should just grab it and go. Sell it on Ebay and move on from this incredibly shitty night. You don’t think you can listen to their music the same anyways after tonight. After the camping out for hours, waiting in lines, shoving your way through crowds, clearing out whatever was left in your savings, all of it, all the effort and time you wasted to be sitting on a gross couch and fetching drinks for some guy who won’t even remember you as soon as your out of his sight.

“Thank you,” you hear someone behind you say as you’re shrugging your coat over your shoulders. You turn around and see Sam Wilson, looking at you so genuinely, and his voice sounding so sincere. “For coming to the show, and just- I know these exclusive VIP things are a fucking pain in the ass to get, and it’s a lot of effort. And, I just- I wanted you to know we really appreciate it, and it was really nice to meet you.”

“Thanks, um,” you look at your boots nervously, shifting your weight, “That means a lot.” You shove your hands into the pockets of your jacket, and give him a small, defeated smile when you go to leave. You get halfway down the hall when he pokes his head out again to stop you.

“Hey,” he says, and you turn around. He takes a step out into the hallway. He rubs the back of his neck nervously as you wait for him to say something. “I just wanted to let you know… I thought what you said about the song was really cool. I’m the one that wrote it, and I don’t know. I’m just really happy to know someone out there heard me.”

“I’m sorry,” you say quickly, “I hadn’t known it was you. I just assumed-”

“I get it,” he shrugs. “It’s nothing. I just wanted you to know.” He smiles and shifts his weight from one foot to the other. “Well, uh, maybe I’ll see you around sometime?”

“I doubt it,” you say with a laugh, “I might be able to finally afford to come back in a few years maybe. Next time you tour.”

You disappear around the corner and he wipes his palms before heading back. He grabs his shit from where he was sitting and heads back to the bus. His mind is just entirely taken up by you, and when he might be able to see you again. It’s the last night here, and then they’re off to the next state. He collapses on his bunk, and looks through his notebook. He looks through the pages where he was originally writing that goddamn song, and he scribbles you in the margin- not like he would forget.

It’s a year later, you’re in line with your best friend outside your local record store. A new album is out, and you’ve been in line since four this morning to get your hands on a copy. You’re bundled up in as many layers as possible, the morning autumn breeze feeling like it’s moving through you regardless. You feel your fingers getting numb as you bring your hands up to your face to blow into them for some semblance of warmth. It’s almost time for the store to open, and you hope you’re not too far back in line to score a copy.

The owner comes out and unlocks the door, and people scurry in. Partly to get out of the cold, and partly to get their foot before the scalpers who are most definitely lurking among the fans.

There’s an elaborate display set up, CDs piled high in a pyramid, and it’s paired with a cutout of the band next to it. You notice how they are posed. Natasha- the singer, is front and center, then it is Bucky to her right tongue out, and holding up a middle finger. Behind everyone else is Steve, looking stoic and just giving the camera a smolder of indifference. Then to Natasha’s left is Sam- and he’s smiling. A half smile, with an eyebrow raised, and it’s lighthearted and genuine. You can feel the warmth he radiates, and you hate yourself for not seeing it before. Everyone looks so calculated, and yet, that’s Sam. You’ve only met him once, you know, but still, his presence lingers.

You grab yourself a CD from the pile and make your way over to the line at the register. You aimlessly strum your fingers along the ribbed spine of the case, and turn over to look at the track list. You’d already heard their new single from this album, but the rest of the titles were a mystery.

Escape the Fates

Golden Apples

To Close to the Sun

A Thousand Ships

Take Me to Delphi

The Arrow in my Heel

To Echo

My Muse

Hades and Persephone

Men are Pigs

Galatea

Run, Daphne, Run

Bonus Tracks:

Echo, Don’t Fall for Narcisus (live from Houston)

To Echo (unplugged)

You’re intrigued, and pleasantly surprised to see that they really leaned into the mythology references. And your mind can’t help but think that it was Sam’s idea. You can see how cool the music videos will be already- ancient ruins, and mythological creatures.

Your eyes zone in just on the track titled ‘To Echo,’ and you can’t shake the thought that it has something to do with you. It couldn’t. You had only met him once. And for the majority of the time you were there, you were following Bucky around like a lost puppy. Besides, Sam Wilson wouldn’t be interested. No way. You did nothing to leave any sort of long lasting impression besides embarrass yourself.

After you pay, you walk home, swinging the bag haphazardly as you go. Your mind keeps going back to Sam Wilson, and frankly, how stupid you were to be pining over Bucky when Sam had been right there the entire time. It was stupid, the way you fell into the fantasy of it all. The bad boy persona, and the way you had undoubtedly convinced yourself you’d be different. Something mystical about you would be enough to get Bucky Barnes to settle down. You can’t charge someone who doesn’t want change, especially someone who you actually don’t know, as much as your brain convinced you otherwise.

And now, you would just say your infatuation has just shifted over to Sam. But it doesn’t feel the same. The pang in your chest runs a lot deeper, and you aren’t inserting your own narrative of who he is. You found yourself attracted to Sam Wilson for who he is, and not for what he could be. He’s so handsome- in a way that makes you dizzy and flustered. And your whole chest tightens when you think about just his presence in the room. It’s the difference between infatuation and true attraction.

You’re driving in your car down by the water when you finally get the chance to listen to the album. It’s one of those moments that you try to lock in your memory forever because you can’t listen to your favorite song for the first time again. The heavy music contrasted with the eloquent lyrics is always what pulls you in. The lyrics always feel so delicate, and personal- while the music itself pulls you deep into the underground. It’s contradictory in the best way. You tap the steering wheel as you learn the beat, and stumble through singing the lyrics you anticipate coming up. When ‘To Echo’ starts, it shocks you to hear the piano fading in.

You know you need to see him again.

It’s only just starting to snow, flurries outside are not yet sticking to the pavement as they set up for their interview at the radio station. It was a standard press tour to promote the new album, and this was one of their first gigs. They’d be doing an interview and then the station would play some of the new tracks. They might also have fans call in to ask questions.

It’s always the same kind of questions, and Sam finds himself sort of on autopilot with his answers when the questions are directed at him. Most of the questions from the interviewer are directed toward Steve, his demeanor always made him like the default front man. Natasha was always too aloof, more of the mysterious one. And Bucky, well, was Bucky. More preoccupied with the so called spoils of war than any of the work it took to get there.

“So fans are dying to hear what’s the story behind ‘To Exho.’ The album has only been out for a few weeks and yet ‘To Echo’ is now easily your number 1 streamed song- topping any of your singles. It’s a sound that is not usually what you guys are known for- and people are dying to know if there actually is an ‘Echo,’ and if so- who is she?”

“It’s sort of a sister song to Echo, Don’t Fall for Narcissus- another one of our less well known songs, I supposed,” Sam answers, as the others look to him to answer as the main lyricist on all the tracks. “That first song was really more general- just a trend I would see happening. And ‘To Echo’ is a more individualized instance.”

“Can you tell us who she is?”

“Uh, it’s really not that simple. It’s more complex, really.”

“How so?”

“It’s someone- but, she isn’t consenting to be in this narrative, she’s not a public figure. I think if she hears the song- if she hears it, she’ll know- I’m hoping she knows. But, I’m not going to disclose anything that could disrupt her life. It’s not fair to her.”

“But you wrote a song, and put it on an album for the whole world to hear.”

“It’s addressed to her. So she can hear it. I don’t care who else listens. It was meant for her.”

“So why not just reach out to this person.”

“I didn’t know how else to.”

“Like a Cinderella?”

“More like an echo.”

The band is signing autographs at local record stores as they go through with their press tour. As they get closer to the city where he met you, Sam keeps hoping you’ll be there at one of the events, either a signing, or among the crowds that camp outside where they are getting interviewed. Maybe he’ll be able to see you, and somehow manage to talk to you again. He keeps getting his hopes up, but each time he walks out, he’s disappointed. All he could do is just hope by chance he’d get to see you again.

There’s an after party the band attends when he sees you again. A smaller band who’d opened for them before is performing at a hole in the wall place, and then the party after is in the basement of the venue. It’s not anything glamorous like the term after party would imply. It’s like a dingy frat party, and the whole place reeks of alcohol and smoke.

People are tightly packed in, and the music is blaringly loud in the way that shakes your skull. There’s clouds of smoke in the air from joints and cigarettes alike, and the floor is packed almost shoulder to shoulder. Everyone else seems to be in their element, Natasha and Steve ignoring everyone else around them, grinding against each other to the music. Bucky is in a similar situation with another girl Sam doesn’t recognize. It’s definitely not the date he arrived with. Sam’s vision is a little shaky from how much he’s drunk, and he doesn’t even know the name of the girl whose ass is currently pressed up against his crotch. It’s like he’s not even there. It feels like he’s floating up on the ceiling out of his body and he’s watching himself. It’s impossible for him to feel present. He can’t focus on anything, except that this girl isn’t you.

He doesn’t even realize you’re here, pressed against the back wall, yelling over the music to talk to the people around you. You don’t even know they’re here, and frankly, you’re not even sure how you managed to sneak your way in. You’re stumbling over to the keg on the other side of the room, when you need to scoot through the crowd of gyrating, sweaty bodies when you are finally back face to face with Sam Wilson.

“It’s y-you,” he says, shocked when you bump into him to pass by. He stands up straight, the sight of you sobering him up. He follows behind you as you walk, forgetting all about the girl that was in front of him.

“Yeah,” you giggle, “I can’t believe you remember me. I’m still so embarrassed. That wasn’t one of my shining moments.”

Remember you? How could he even forget you?

He looks around for his bandmates, and all three of them look like they’ll be here for a long time, probably until very early in the morning. He also hates looking away from you for more than a second because he’s worried you’ll disappear and his one chance of seeing you, talking to you is gone as quickly as you arrived. The universe is for some reason granting him a second chance and he is not going to fuck this up.

“Do you want to get out of here?” he asks, just desperately needing to be able to hear himself think in order to talk to you. He can’t do this here, it’s not right. It’s all too much.

You nod, and he takes your hand, helping to guide you out toward the stairs to leave. He follows behind you up the stairs, and then out the doors. It’s dark, but humid out, stepping out into the summer night. He doesn’t know what to do next. He finally has you alone. To see you, talk to you, finally fulfill his unwavering desire to just be in your presence again, and now he’s paralyzed with where to take you.

“I could go for a coffee,” you shrug and tilt your head towards the one sign down the street that’s see on. Sam’s shoulder immediately relax when his eyes find the red neon sign you pointed out. It’s a short walk in comfortable silence as you go.

You’re sitting across from him in a booth in the far corner of the dinner when one of you speaks again. You run your hands over the torn sections of the pleather booth seats as you try to distract yourself from the nervousness you’re feeling. You two are the only souls here, except for the poor server working the night shift. Clearly disgruntled that you both came in.

“The new album was really, really great,” you comment, taking a sip of your coffee. He smiles, like your praise flustered him. You smirk slightly, a little proud of yourself.

“I’m glad you think so,” he replies, smiling down towards the counter, having trouble keeping eye contact. He’s thought about this, a lot. Imagining all the different ways he’d see you again, and now that’s it here, all the monologues he’d practice in his head are gone and his mind is just taken up by the presence of you.

The coffee has started to chill before either of you speaks again.

There’s so many things you want to ask him. And you want to tell him how you haven’t stopped listening to the album.

“Can I ask you something?” You ask, as he’s leaving money on the table to pay for the coffees and tip.

“Yeah,” he replies, looking up. You’d swear that he actually looked nervous.

“Why did you ask me to leave with you?” You ask. He sighs, and holds the door open for you as you both leave.

“I wanted to see you again,” he replies honestly. “I, uh, regretted not asking you to stay when you were leaving the first time.”

“I still feel so stupid about that whole thing,” you say with an embarrassed chuckle. “I made myself look so bad.”

“No, you didn’t,” he insists. “You’re perfect. Honestly. Blame us,” he says lightheartedly to make you feel better, “Bucky isn’t housebroken yet. That’s on us.”

“Can’t blame him, really,” you shrug, “I’m sure millions of guys in his position would just be the same way. That’s the dream, right?”

“It’s not about that,” he replies, agreeing with you, “it was never supposed to be about that. We didn’t get into music for the fame and the attention and all that bullshit.”

“So you don’t care about the fame?” You tease.

“It doesn’t suck,” he answers honestly, “some parts of it, yeah, for sure. But I’m not going to pretend like I’m still some starving artist and resent everyone who supports us. We do well, and I’m really proud of that- there’s nothing wrong with success- it’s just, if you aren’t careful it changes you. Or maybe it just exaggerates parts of you that were already there. I don’t know.”

“Fair enough,” you smile.

“Now, I have a question,” he jests and you nod, urging him to continue. “Why was Bucky your favorite?”

“I don’t even remember anymore,” you cringe, “Honestly? I suppose I had this idea in my head of what he was really like versus how he presents himself. Like I thought he would be different, or I don’t know- the stupid trope of the bad boy meeting someone worth changing for. It’s easier to justify when it’s all in your head.”

“I felt like that meeting some people too,” he admits, “you suddenly are meeting the musicians whose poster you had up on your wall and then you realize ‘wow, this guy is just a huge dick.’”

You laugh, and you both continue to walk. You don’t really know where you’re going, but it doesn’t matter. You just don’t want to have to part ways just yet. Who knows when you’d even see him again, if you would at all. You decide to just walk towards the direction of your apartment, just to have a destination in mind to not get lost. You’re about to invite him back, but then he speaks again.

“It’s about you,” he admits as you both are jaywalking across an empty intersection. “I mean, To Echo- the new one. I don’t know if you knew…”

“I suspected,” you reply, “I didn’t think it was, I thought the connection I was making was me just adding something to it that wasn’t a thing- you know?”

“I think,” he smiles. “Yeah, it was you. I don’t know. I didn’t know how to talk to you again- and I thought you’d hear the song until we met again- if I got to see you again.”

“Do you- um, do you want to come up?” you ask, gesturing to your apartment from the street where you both stand. He looks up, and then back to you smiling. You can see the way he finally lets himself relax. He chuckles to himself, putting his hands in his pockets.

“Please,” he smiles, his voice almost a whisper and you can hear the desperation and you feel your whole body shift.

He’s determined to show you what this means to him. It’s in the way his touches linger, and the way he carefully navigates everything in his mind- the urging desire to let you know he just wants to savor every moment of this. It’s not something he’s handling lightly, and he worries you won’t realize just how much he absolutely treasures the mere presence of you.

He’s not Bucky. He doesn’t do this. He doesn’t bring girls back to the hotel rooms or somehow work in a quickie in the bus bunk. He fully intends to take his time, and just make you understand you aren’t just another notch in his belt. He fully intends to show you just how he’s different in all the right ways. To make you finally understand, you aren’t one of the many. You’re not an echo he’s using to fuel his inflated ego. To him, you’re a mystery he’s desperate to unravel with each step up the narrow staircase to your apartment.

Part of you both know that this is in a way a buildup of long term infatuation. And that maybe he has most definitely built up an idea of who you are in his mind. But at this moment, it doesn’t matter. The only thing his mind will let him focus on is wondering how your lips could be so damn soft.

You feel your whole body warm as he trails closely behind you, kissing the back of your neck as you both maneuver your way through your apartment.

“I don’t usually do this,” you mumble against his lips, and you feel him smile back.

“Yeah,” he pants, “me neither.”

You chuckle, thinking he’s joking.

“Could only think about you,” he murmurs, hot breath tickling your neck as his hands just glide effortlessly over you. “Never thought I’d see you again.”

The movements to your bed are clumsy, but your entire body feels like an electric current is running through you the way the pads of his fingertips just touch any exposed skin he can. Sitting on the bed, he hovers over you and helps you out of your top. Then your bra, then he’s on his knees in front of you, pulling down the tights you wore ridiculously slow and kissing the sensitive skin of your thighs as he goes.

It’s almost painful how slow he’s going, the purposeful but lazy way he lets his hands and eyes wander. There’s a little glimmer in his eye, and a small smirk you’d miss if you weren’t looking. He’s enjoying it, the gradual unwrapping and the almost painful teasing. He’s paying attention to all the little details his senses will physically allow: the breeze from the slightly open window and the way the chilled air makes your nipples perk, the softness of your skin and your eyes on him, the sounds of sirens very far off in the distance and other noises of the city. He knows he might not get this again, but the lyrics almost write themselves as he holds on to the notion of preserving you just like this.

This. Touches like this are what songs describe. And it’s more than what anyone has been able to put into words. The precise feeling of the way your skin feels completely aflame and every single thing makes an electric spark. It’s hard to describe it in a way that doesn’t sound cliche. It’s rolling down the car window on the first nice day of the year, and it’s the moment in your mind when you realize you had a good day. It’s the feeling when your favorite song is playing in public and you need to control yourself as the joy bubbles up inside.

You get it now. The cynicism finally takes a back seat in your mind after months of self-deprecation. It’s freeing to let yourself feel wanted. To feel desirable, and sexy, and to let go. To just let yourself melt right into the mattress, and close your eyes to let your other senses take control to just focus on the sheer pleasure of it all. It’s a dance, and somehow you both know exactly how to follow one another in perfect unison.

Part of you knows that you won’t see him again. It’s okay, and it doesn’t make you feel empty. It’s a mutual understanding of how the world goes beyond just the two of you in this moment tucked away from it all. He doesn’t think the life he leads can let him have anyone for much longer than this. It’s too much to ask of anyone. The time apart would lead to the gradual, drawn out heart break. It would be cruel to fall in love this way. He’d only break you and you him. So, perhaps destined to see him again, you’ll see him smile from afar, and it’s the warm smile of a friend. No, not a friend. There’s much more to it than that. He’d look at you in the crowd and smile, but it won’t meet his eyes the same. You’re the one who he will always regret letting slip away, and the one who will clutter his mind of what-if’s and how every love song he writes after is always a little sad, because it’s nothing more than what could’ve been.

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Safe Haven: tfatws!Bucky Barnes x fem!reader - Chapter Two

chapter one -Chapter Two: According To Plan - chapter three

Series Masterlist

Plot: Y/n and Sam leave for Munich, gaining the surprise addition of Bucky Barnes to their team.

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader, Sam Wilson x platonic!reader

Warnings: spoilers for ep.2, language, violence, squint for fluff in between all the chaos, Y/n and Bucky ain’t feeling each other yet, protective big brother Sam, nobody likes Walker

Word Count: 7.5k (ya’ll, we had to split episode 2 into two chapters because I use too many words lol)

A/N: OKAY, thank you to everybody for supporting the first chapter. I didn’t really think anything would come of it but I was clearly wrong. Hopefully you enjoy this one just as much, each episode will probably be divided into two chapters if the rest of the season continues on like it is.

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The government hadn’t just failed Sam, they were rubbing his face in the fact that they thought their knockoff Captain America was a better candidate than him.

I followed my brother down the halls of the New Orleans air force base, trying to ignore the paraphernalia that hung on the walls. John Walker was everywhere you looked; the internet, televisions, posters were plastered all over the city announcing his new appointment. Each time I had to read the words ‘Cap Is Back’ I became a little sick to my stomach. Sam stopped in front of me once we’d reached the hanger to stare at one of the posters. Though he tried to keep his face neutral, the sadness bled through in his eyes.

“Seems like a good guy. You met him?” a man who I assumed was Sam’s military contact asked.

“No,” Sam answered before changing the topic, “Thanks for doing this on such short notice.” “Yeah, no sweat. I’m just finishing up the checklist, you two’ll be all good to go once you land in Munich,” he looked to me and reached a hand for me to shake, “Joaquin Torres.” “Y/n Y/l/n. Thanks for not making any noise about me coming along for the ride.”

“Hey, I trust an Avenger’s judgement on who to bring to a fight,” he smiled, stopping at the top of the steps to allow me to go before himself.

I elbowed Sam as we descended the stairs side by side, “Hear that? You’ve got good judge- why’re you making that face?” Before he could answer, a foreign voice announced its presence. “Shouldn’t have given up the shield.”

My eyes fell to the floor below us and climbed the looming figure waiting at the end of the staircase. I didn’t need to have any history lessons on who he was or why he’d come to talk to Sam about such a subject. James Bucky Barnes, the second 100+ year old man to walk the earth without a single wrinkle. The tragic tale of HYDRA’s bloodthirsty history. The man Sam had fought to protect and been sent to prison for.

“Good to see you too, Buck,” Sam passively greeted the man, swerving around his body to continue on our path to the jet. The hint wasn’t taken.

“This is wrong.”

“Hey, hey, look, I’m working, alright? So all this outrage is gonna have to wait.” Bucky fell into step on the other side of Sam, pointing towards yet another poster of John Walker, “You didn’t know that was gonna happen?”

“No, of course I didn’t know that was gonna happen,” Sam’s tone became more emotional, “You think it didn’t break my heart to see them march him out there and call him the new Captain America?” “This isn’t what Steve wanted,” Bucky pushed. Sam was growing tired of the questioning, “What do you want me to do? Call America and tell ‘em I changed my mind? Huh? Yeah, right. It’s a great reunion, buddy, be well.” “You had no right to give up that shield, Sam.” I could no longer stay silent and let him try and make a good man feel guilty. “Okay, you’re out of line with that one, Barnes.” Bucky finally took a second to register my being there before looking back to Sam, “Who the hell is this?” “She’s none of your concern, but let me tell you what you’re not gonna do,” Sam stood in front of Bucky, “You’re not gonna come here in your overextended life and tell me about my rights. It’s over, Bucky. Besides, I have bigger things to deal with now.” Emotions I couldn’t fully understand took over Bucky’s face, “What could be bigger than this?”

Sam fished his phone out of his back pocket and held it up to the Super Soldier, “This guy. His connections with rebel organizations all over Eastern and Central Europe and he’s strong. Too strong.” “And?” Bucky asked, unimpressed.

“Well, he’s been connected to this online group called the Flag Smashers. Now, Redwing traced them to a building somewhere outside of Munich so that’s where I’m going,” Sam turned to me to signal we were walking again.

“Well, I don’t trust Redwing,” Bucky continued his pursuit, “Hold on a minute.” “You don’t have to trust Redwing,” Sam said firmly as we paused again, “But I’mma go see if he’s right. ‘Cause I have a feeling they might be a part of the Big Three.”

Bucky’s eyebrows lowered in confusion, “What ‘Big Three?’”

“The Big Three.”

“What Big Three?” “Androids, aliens and wizards,” I answered before Sam could. “That’s not a thing,” Bucky shook his head. “That’s definitely a thing,” Sam nodded. “No, it’s not.” “It really is,” I set my bag down on the ground and crossed my arms, there was no indication we’d be leaving any time soon.

“Every time we fight, we fight one of the three,” Sam insisted.

“So who are you fighting now, Gandalf?”

Sam inhaled to continue arguing before snapping his head back in surprise, “How do you know about Gandalf?” “I read The Hobbit,” Bucky answered confidently, “In 1937 when it first came out.”

“So you see my point?” “No, I don’t. There are no wizards.” I pointed to Bucky and tilted my head towards Sam, “Now there, I agree with him.” Sam looked offended that I didn’t automatically back him up, “You both are wrong…Doctor Strange.” “Is a sorcerer,” Bucky finished.

“Aah!” Sam laughed and poked Bucky’s firm chest, “A sorcerer is a wizard without a hat. Think about it, right? I’m right. I just came up with that, it’s crazy.” Bucky’s face read that he was thousand shades of done with Sam’s childish argument, even if he’d fought just as immaturely. I was beginning to see why Sam didn’t recount his brief time spent with the ex-Winter Soldier that fondly but I’d also forgotten how easy it was to push Sam’s buttons sometimes. There was some unwitting dynamic between them that I didn’t want to be in the middle of. “So glad we’re wasting valuable time on arguing over whether or not Harry Potter’s real,” I spoke up, tapping my foot out of impatience.

Sam was the first to snap back to reality, “That’s not the point. These guys aren’t magical, alright? They use brute force just like you, the incredibly annoying guy in front of me with the staring problem,” he reached down to grab my bag and hand it to me, “Let’s move.” “I’m coming with you,” Bucky called, the sound of his combat boots hitting the hanger floor behind us. “No, you’re not,” Sam answered harshly. “Oh my gosh,” I groaned before dropping my duffle bag again on the tarmac and spinning around to face the two men, “I don’t know how you two could have possibly saved the day as much as people say you have if you’re always like this! You,” I pointed to Sam, “Stop trying to do this on your own. You,” I moved my finger towards Bucky, “No more talking about the shield. If anybody needs me,” I wiggled my fingers and let the blue energy lift my bag into the air, “I’ll be waiting in the jet.” ——

Bucky and Sam stood speechless as they watched Y/n march across the tarmac, her bag magically floating behind her. “Who is she?” “My sister, Y/n,” Sam answered, “I didn’t know she could do that till today. She twisted my arm until I agreed to let her come.” Bucky’s eyes hadn’t left Y/n since she took control and ended Sam and his bickering. There weren’t many people who met him for the first time and didn’t give him a second glance. If she was Sam’s sister then she sure as hell knew about his past. Yet here she was daring to order him around and advocate for him to join Sam and her on their mission. It also went without saying that she was gorgeous. But she had proven that she didn’t understand the seriousness in which the situation with the new Captain America needed to be treated with, and that irked him. Still, his feet automatically wanted to carry him to the jet once she’d headed up the ramp and he’d lost his view of her. “Can’t decide whether I like her or not.”

——

Not having a suit to wear, I had changed on the jet from my sweater, capris and sneakers to a black shirt, jeans, booties and my favorite blue leather jacket that matched the blue that flowed from my fingertips.

When I stepped out of the jet’s bathroom, I expected to find Sam and Bucky fighting again. The whole flight so far has been filled with the same tension that had begun in the hanger and we’d been sitting in uncomfortable silence ever since. I was sure that the second I left, they’d be going at it again like children when a parent disappeared. Instead, they were quietly sitting on opposite sides of the jet with their eyes trained on one another.

“Can you guys quiet down for a second?” I sarcastically remarked as I walked across the room, “I can’t hear myself think.”

I deposited my bag in the corner of the jet near where Torres was climbing down the ladder, “One minute to drop off, Sam.”

I expected to turn around and see both Sam and Bucky up and preparing themselves, but the two men were still embroiled in a stare down. Sam and I had always cheesed each other off in a typical sibling fashion, but Bucky and his relationship seemingly consisted of nothing but that.

Sam finally rose from his seat and Bucky quickly did the same, I brushed past him to stand on the other side of Sam. “So what’s the plan?” Sam ignored the question and handed me a small black device, “This is your comm, don’t lose it.” I nodded and placed the small ear piece in my ear, the faint hums of the jet coming through it.

With no direction from Sam, Bucky sat back down unhappily. “Great. So no plan?”

“Thirty seconds,” Torres shouted over the wind coming in from the open hatch.

“Enjoy your ride, Buck,” Sam remarked from beside me. “No, you can’t call me that.” “Why not? That’s what Steve called you.” “Steve knew me longer and Steve,” Bucky tilted his head to Sam, “Had a plan.”

I shook my head to shake off the ridiculousness of arguing nicknames at the moment. “I’m sorry, are we really playing the name game when we’re literally about to jump out of a plane? I get this is my first mission and all but- Bucky’s eyebrows shot up his forehead as he looked to Sam, “This is her first mission? What the hell were you thinking, bringing her?” “She,” I took a step towards Bucky, “Is more than capable of handling herself. First mission or 100th, I know what I’m doing, Barnes.”

“Fifteen seconds to drop!” Torres’ announcement ended any further arguing between me and Bucky.

“Listen to the woman,” Sam smirked as he put on his goggles, probably thinking back to a few hours ago when I’d body slammed him into the roof, “And I have a plan.”

“Really?” Bucky spread his arms out as we watched Sam walk away from us, “What is it?” Sam had already told me that he’d drop in first and I was to follow once he’d cleared the area. Bucky had not been privy to hearing that discussion and Sam had made no effort to fill him in. Without giving Bucky a second look, but winking at me, he dove headfirst out of the hatch and activated his wings, flying gracefully downwards towards the forest. I had never gotten to see him fly and felt a sense of pride as I looked out to see him glide above the trees.

“Where’s the chute?” Bucky called out.

“We’re at 200 feet, it’s too low for a chute,” Torres stated.

Bucky stalked towards the door, “I don’t need it anyway.”

“Neither will I,” I said, taking a step forward to see just how high we really were. I was confidant in my ability to keep up with Sam and wanted to prove my capability, but I was human. It went against every natural instinct to step out into the air and catch myself. Bucky moved to stand next to me, the two of us turning to face each other. This was the first time we’d actually made more than fleeting eye contact and I was finally able to get a good look at him. His features were sharp, his cheekbones and jaw were extremely prominent. Something more than scruff and less than a beard covered the bottom half of his face. His eyes were cerulean blue, just nearly matching the shade of my energy. Complete with a short, scruffy haircut, I wasn’t sure if handsome was a strong enough word for just how good looking James Barnes was.

“Ladies first,” Bucky nodded towards our exit, never breaking eye contact, “Sure you know what you’re doing?” I smiled smugly, matching the amount of sass radiating from his words, “Do you?”

Not wanting to give him the opportunity to think up a come back, I turned away from him and threw myself out of the plane. An unavoidable scream flew from my lips as I free fell, somehow managing in the chaos to threw my arms out at my sides and expel my energy to control my descent. Once I got a hold on maneuvering the winds, the act actually became almost enjoyable. I found myself laughing as I weaved between the trees, until my laughter was accompanied by a fast approaching scream above me. A shower of branches began to rain down around me forcing me to swerve to the side just in time for Bucky’s figure to come crashing through. He landed harshly on his back, limbs spread out and a pained groan escaping his lips.

I floated directly above him, “I stand corrected, you definitely know what you’re doing.” “I have all of that on camera. You know that, right?” Sam’s voice came through our comms. Redwing flew up from behind us and zoomed in on Bucky’s face.

“Get out of my face, Sam, or I’ll break it,” Bucky uttered, exhaustion filling his voice.

“Okay, head north. Come on.” I snickered at the exchange and lowered myself to the ground close enough to Bucky to extend him a hand. He accepted it and I helped pull him to an upright sitting position, trying to hide the fact that I struggled with his weight. “Thanks.” “Well, my mom taught me to always help my elders,” I said with a smirk, earning myself a scowl in response. “You’re as bad as Sam, aren’t you?” he moaned as he rose to his full height.

“Okay, okay,” I ceased my soft laughter, “I’m sorry. Seriously, are you okay? I know you’re a super soldier but still-” “I’m fine,” Bucky confirmed quickly, brushing the dirt from his jacket and turning north, “Let’s go.”

The two of us fell into a silence that wasn’t necessarily uneasy but certainly not relaxed. We weren’t enemies, we weren’t coworkers and we definitely weren’t friends. We’d spoken all of about five sentences to each other since meeting and none of them had been particularly chummy. “Sam only mentioned one sister,” Bucky broke the non-verbal spell.

“Sarah,” I stated, “We’re not technically related but they’re family. Sam told me he reached out to you and never got anything back. I think he was wondering how you were doing.” “Yeah, well…” he mumbled, stepping over a particularly large boulder and avoiding my gaze.

I decided not to push the subject, not only were we nearing the warehouse, Sam could hear us through the comms and Redwing. But I made a note of the lightning quick wave of emotion that crossed Bucky’s eyes. Sam was definitely a trigger for him, but I had a feeling this was something much more complicated. Something I didn’t have time to get too curious over.

We made it out of the forest and Redwing led us to the back entrance to the warehouse. The graffiti and wrecked roofing made me want to believe that nobody had been there in ages, but Sam’s intel contradicted the setting. My brother, the esteemed military man, was also contradicting his age as he maneuvered Redwing just above us to provoke Bucky into taking a swing at him. “Oh-ho-ho, don’t hurt him,” he teased as Redwing quickly avoided the assault.

Sam stood in the next room staring down at the screen on his wrist, scanning the building through Redwing’s camera. He took a quick look at me to assess that I hadn’t been injured in the fall before turning back.

“You’re doing the staring thing again,” he commented without looking up. That one I’d give him, Bucky’s smoldering stare game was intimidating especially when he wasn’t saying anything. “They’re in there,” Sam tilted his head towards the nearest open doorway and stretching his arm out so Bucky and I could see what Redwing was seeing. There was a truck with two people loading in containers of something.

“Where’s the guy?” Bucky asked.

“I don’t know. I think they’re smuggling weapons though.” “Well, I think you could be right,” Bucky’s voice lowered. “Hmm,” Sam nodded.

“But there’s only one way to find out,” Bucky turned towards the doorway, “I see a clear path, I say we take it.”

As soon as his boot hit the ground in its first step, Sam reached for his arm. “We’re not assassins.” “Shouldn’t we, I don’t know, observe from a distance rather than attack straight away?” I offered.

Bucky’s eyes flicked to me when I spoke and promptly back to Sam, throwing away my suggestion. He probably thought me naive. “I’ll see you inside or not.”

He pulled his arm out of Sam’s grip and went ahead, leaving Sam chuckling to himself. “Hey, come on, man. I’m just messing with you, come back,” he called softly. “‘I’m just messing with you,’ the Avengers’ official slogan,” I dryly jested, “Here I was thinking we were doing serious work. Is Redwing still surveying?” “Yeah,” Sam was still smiling to himself as he turned to watch Bucky stalk down the hallway, “Look at you. All stealthy. A little time in Wakanda and you come out White Panther.”

“It’s actually White Wolf,” Bucky responded in our ears.

“Huh?”

When we lost visual on Bucky, Sam snapped his fingers and nodded towards the hallway. We made our way through the various openings until we’d caught up, Sam held up a finger to his lips as we caught sight of Bucky and our steps became even softer.

“All right, I’m inside. Therefore way ahead of you,” Bucky bragged, turning back to where he thought we waited, “It’s not great but very doable.” His peripherals must have caught the red and white of Sam’s suit, he turned to see the two of us at his side. “Hello. How are you?” “Good. What did we miss? Nothing,” Sam replied.

“All right, let’s go,” Bucky moved to step forward again.

“No, wait,” Sam protested.

Bucky held up his prosthetic vibranium arm I had heard so much about. “I got a vibranium arm, I can take them.” “And I can fly, she can make things float, who gives a shit? Wait. I want to see where they’re going.” Bucky pointed towards the truck that was still being loaded, “There’s two people.”

“You only see two?” Sam started. “That’s what I saw,” Bucky confirmed.

“Let me see what Redwing sees.” “All right…” “Let’s see what Redwing sees…”

I held two fingers to my temple and rubbed, “My gosh, it’s like working with children.”

Sam fiddled with a few controls on the screen and activated the x-ray feature on his beloved drone, “Oh, look at that. How many people you see now? One, two…Oh, here it comes again.” Bucky sighed, unhappy to admit he was wrong, “Four. Five.” “Yeah, five.” “So they’re strong, whatever,” Bucky brushed off not only the math but our group’s capabilities. “Let’s go.”

“Barnes, wait,” I hissed as Sam reached out and took hold of his arm, his elbow hitting the metal shelves we were hiding behind and rattling something.

“Shit!” Sam whispered, he pulled me to his side to block me while Bucky ducked down. The group turned to investigate the noise but disregarded it at the lack of visible culprits. The trucks started and their doors were closed, each person getting into their designated vehicle. Sam started tapping on Redwing’s controller again, “There’s an eighth person. I think they have a hostage.”

With one look from Bucky, the three of us snapped into action. I raised myself into the air ahead of Sam who took off slightly behind me, looking down to see Bucky running impossibly fast. “Y/n, with me,” Sam called through the comms, I listened and hung back until he’d caught up. Bucky continued on his way until he’d climbed onto the back of the truck. I followed Sam’s lead as we flew to the side of the road.

“Shouldn’t we be helping him?” I asked as the two of us landed.

“They’re stealing medicine, vaccines,” Bucky’s voice filled my comm.

“He’s got it, we’re staying here and waiting for him to come back with the hostage. Then you and I are gonna keep following the trucks and see where they’re heading,” he explained, “I’m trying to keep you out of as much of the fight as I can.” “That’s the whole reason I came, Sam,” I argued, gesturing towards the road, “To help, to fight.”

“Bucky, talk to me,” Sam favored to ignore my desire to do dirty work, “What’s goin’ on?”

“Found the hostage,” he reported, followed only seconds later by a loud exclaim of “Shit!”

Adrenaline set every nerve alight in my body, something had gone wrong. Without asking for Sam’s permission I took off running down the road. I used my energy to lift towards the sky and flew the same way the truck’s had gone. Distantly, I heard Sam yell my name but made no effort to stop. “Barnes, talk to me,” I yelled over the winds I was flying against. As I spotted the trucks I saw the small silhouettes of figures standing atop one of them. Once I got closer, I could see that the one being aggressively pinned by two of them was Bucky. I landed on the vehicle’s roof just in time to see someone leap into the air, grab Redwing and break him with their knee. Between my want to help Bucky and my second hand protectiveness over Sam’s gear, I was pissed. The masked figure looked up at me, two brown eyes peeking out of eyeholes and marched forward, making me their next target. I created a ball of blue energy and aimed it at her, knocking her down but only for a second. She leapt towards me and landed a punch across my cheek, I went down with a groan and cradling my cheek. Now I was really pissed…

I opened an eye to see the shadow of Sam’s Falcon suit above me, he touched down on the truck and landed a kick to my assaulter’s abdomen. He quickly helped me to my feet as our enemy rose again and took a fight stance.

“Good of you to join the fight, Sam,” Bucky yelled before kicking one of his captors in the leg.

The person who had given me the shiner threw Sam aside to the second truck like he was weightless. She was far too small to be that strong, it was inhuman. I decided to hold back a little less and raised my hands toward her, extending waves of the blue energy and raising her up into the air. She struggled to try and escape my hold, grunting and groaning as she flopped around in the air. I was about to throw her into the trees when I was tackled from behind. We skidded towards the front of the truck till the boot of one of the thugs holding Bucky down hit me in the shoulder. Another masked figure, this one I suspected to be a man, had his arms wrapped tightly around my abdomen. He flipped me over and raised his head to slam into mine. Luckily he hadn’t thought to pin my arms down and his mistake allowed me to throw them in front of my face and create a force field that even the thickest of skulls couldn’t penetrate. I looked briefly to see Sam being pinned down as well on the second truck but couldn’t free myself to go help him.

And then, in a conflicting twist of events, a red white and blue shield came flying through the air.

As I struggled to keep the force field up and my arms locked, I made out an equally patriotic suited man throw the shield at the one who had punched me earlier. A second figure swung in from a helicopter and kicked her off the truck, leaving her clinging to the edge of the roof. The shield flew in the direction of the people holding Bucky down and hit one square in the back before bouncing back to its wielder. The guy holding me down was struck next and rolled right off of me, I sent a significantly bigger blast towards his chest that sent him flying off the back of the truck. Bucky reached down and helped me stand up, he pulled me out of the way when the shield came flying by our faces to hit his other attackers.

“You gotta be kidding me,” I panted.

John Walker stopped briefly to introduce himself to Sam, like he hadn’t been living rent free in our minds since that damned tv broadcast before sending the shield flying past Bucky and I again. As it bounced off our enemies and back towards Walker, Bucky’s metal hand snapped up to grab it only for Walker to retake it. The time for anger or sadness wasn’t now, though the forlorn expression on Bucky’s face said otherwise. I broke from him and launched myself across the gap between trucks to land near where Sam was being attacked. Bucky followed suit and we began taking out each person one by one till Sam stood and turned too fast, hitting and sending Bucky plus one of the masked thugs over the side of the truck. Sam and I turned to face our last attacker who was stalking toward us, Sam glanced over his shoulder quickly before looking back ahead. “When I say ‘now,’ you shoot up,” he ordered, “Now!” I blasted upwards and over the overhead road sign he’d known would hit our attacker. I was too high to drop down suddenly but watched as Sam touched back down on the truck to be punched off the truck, activating his wings and catching himself in the wind. I flew downwards and lined up with the side of the truck, searching frantically for Bucky while trying to dodge the cars to my left. Bucky was clinging for dear life to the underside of the truck. His attacker stomped his metal arm with his boot till Bucky lost his grip with it and it dragged along the road creating a flurry of sparks.

“Sam, what do we do?” I yelled into my comm. “Now when I say ‘drop,’ you drop.” “Are you insane?!” I screeched, looking down at the asphalt and trying to calculate how fast I may be going. “DROP!”

Putting the most trust I ever had in Sam, I stopped the energy flow and was tackled mid-air by him. I twisted in his arms to wrap my legs around one of his and my arms around his back. Without warning, he flew us under the nearest truck before letting go of me with one arm and tackling Bucky. I readjusted my grip to have one arm around both of them. We dropped out of the air and crash-landed, rolling like a grunting and groaning wheel through a field of yellow flowers. Eventually we ceased our tumbling with Bucky on top of Sam and me to the side still clinging to both of them.

“Could have used that shield,” Bucky ground out tauntingly in Sam’s face.

“Get off of me,” Sam strained, shoving Bucky off with another loud grunt. I rolled to his other side and coughed loudly, having had the wind knocked out of me during the crash. The three of us lay on our backs trying to regain our breath, Sam and I more than Bucky but I chalked that up to the fact that he was just as strong as the people we’d just gotten our asses handed to us by. “Those were all Super Soldiers, Sam,” he stated in awe.

“I know,” Sam confirmed, “You’re welcome, by the way.” He pushed himself up painfully on an elbow to lean over me, “Are you okay?”

I was finally starting to feel like I could get some semblance of a normal breath in. I’d have wished it was running around with AJ and Cass that would have showed me I was out of shape and not losing a fight to Super Soldiers. “‘Big Three’ my ass, Wilson,” I wheezed, making no effort to sit up yet.

“I said ‘might be’,” Sam weakly fought, “‘Might be.’ Clearly I was wrong.”

“Will wonders never cease?” Bucky winced as he sat up, “We need to get to the airport and reformulate.” “Oh, do we now? Do we need to reformulate?” Sam mocked from the ground, “I hadn’t thought of that yet, Bucky, what an incredible-“ I groaned loudly and forced my torso up, “Dear God above, if you two don’t stop acting like twelve year olds, I’ll catch a Delta flight home.” “Good, that’s where I wanted you,” Sam reprimanded as he rose to join me, “I told you if you took some stupid risk, you were going back home and what did you do? You took off on your own towards those trucks!” “I was trying to help him,” I threw my hand out towards Bucky, “One way or another I would have gotten hurt, Sam, whether I’d have waited for you or not. And now that I’ve actually seen what we’re dealing with? No way am I going home.” I rolled onto my knees and got to my feet, my muscles aching with each movement I made to stand in front of the two men. “When you two decide to start acting like adults, I’ll meet you back at the jet.”

Holding in each groan that wanted to escape my mouth, I started my trek back towards the road, not making it very far until I heard two pairs of footsteps behind me.

We walked that way for most of the way, Sam and Bucky muttering something every once in a while to each other and me ahead of them trying to wrap my head around the situation. I had gotten myself tangled in the world of super soldiers, ones who weren’t using their advanced capabilities to save the world from one of the actual Big Three. Not only that but we’d had the displeasure of being rescued by the person the three of us had wanted to see least in the world. I had started the day out having coffee with Sarah on our back porch and by eastern standard time zone’s definition was ending it in Germany mid-afternoon with a killer bruise developing on my cheek. Whatever I had expected to come from joining Sam, it sure as hell wasn’t this.

A car honk summoned me out of my thoughts, an open roofed vehicle came up beside me and I was quick to identify the passengers. John Walker and the helicopter soldier.

“So that didn’t go as planned, huh?” Walker attempted to make friendly conversation, specifically with Sam and Bucky but I could sense I was also welcome to answer. I didn’t cease my movements and neither did Sam and Bucky which only caused Walker to instruct the driver to get ahead of us again. “Look, at least we know what we’re up against now, huh? And we’re pretty sure it’s one of the Big Three, so…” “Aliens, androids, or wizards?” the unnamed soldier double checked with Walker, who responded that he was still almost certain.

“There’s no such thing as wizards,” Bucky grumbled from behind me, sounding like the old man he biologically was.

“Then it’s aliens, or androids,” Walker shrugged. “Or Super Soldiers,” Sam corrected.

“Shit, Super Soldiers, for real?” Walker’s sidekick asked before turning in his seat to face, “Do you believe that?” “I believe that you two don’t know how to take a hint,” I frustratedly smiled at him, “But yes, I do.”

“Wow. All right, well, then we gotta work together,” Walker said. Bucky scoffed, “That’s not happening.”

“I think we stand a much better chance if we all just-“ Bucky finally lost his patience and said the thing we all were thinking, “Just ‘cause you carry that shield, it doesn’t mean you’re Captain America.”

Walker was quick to defend himself, “Look, I’ve done the work, okay?”

Bucky was equally as quick to prove him wrong, “You ever jump on top of a grenade?” “Yeah. Actually, I have. Four times,” Walker explained, “It’s a thing I do with my helmet. It’s a reinforced helmet. It’s a long story, but, look…It’s 20 miles to the airport, you guys need a ride.” A sudden cramp tore through my shin causing me to sharply inhale and grab the leg. Through the pain I managed to exhale and begin limping back along the path, “We’re good, thanks.”

“At least let us take her, she’s injured,” I heard Walker attempt to convince Sam and Bucky, knowing that I was probably a means to an end to get them in the car.

I didn’t get very far before I felt Sam’s arm wrap around my waist, “C’mon…” As much as I wanted to fight him on it, I knew I wouldn’t make it more than a few steps before I was bent over again in pain. The adrenaline had worn off and my whole body was starting to ache deeply in a way that made even breathing hurt where it shouldn’t. I dropped my head in frustration and nodded, putting my arm around Sam’s shoulder to let him brace me. He helped me limp back to the car where Bucky gently handled my other side, the two of them lifted me into the vehicle where Walker and his friend tried to help me sit down. I shrugged off their unwelcome hands and used the roof’s poles to lower myself into a seat. Sam jumped in and sat on one side of me, gently lifting the leg that was really bothering me onto his lap to try and massaging my shin. Bucky climbed in on my other side and gave me a once over, trying to assess if I was in any further pain that I wasn’t letting on to.

“Okay,” Walker began as the car rocked to life again, “So we’ve got eight Super Soldiers on a bulk supply run. Why?” “They say their mission is to get things back to the way it was during The Blip,” Sam explained, “Maybe they’re just trying to help.” “They had a funny way of showing it,” Bucky commented.

“That serum doesn’t exactly have a great track record,” Walker quickly looked to Bucky, “No offense.” I tried not to judge people too harshly upon first meeting them, but I had no problem deciding right away that Walker was an asshole.

“We need to figure out where they’re going,” Sam spoke up before an argument could break out, “How’d you track ‘em here? The Flag Smashers?”

“Uh, no, we didn’t track them. We tracked you, uh, through Redwing,” Walker’s friend answered, dipping his head down to avoid Sam’s stony gaze.

“You hacked my tech?” “Sorry,” Walker laughed, “It’s not exactly hacking. It’s government property,” he gestured to himself, “Kind of the government.” My lips parted and I tilted my head, ”Are you kidding me?”

“I’m sorry,” Walker extended his hand out to me, “John Walker, Captain America. And you are?” I glanced between his hand and him, “Not impressed.” He awkwardly retracted it and turned away from me to Bucky, “Does he always just stare like that?” “You get used to it,” Sam replied, suddenly he had no problem with Bucky’s habit.

“Okay, look,” Walker cleared his throat, “You know things have gotten kind of, uh…” “Chaotic,” his friend finished for him.

“Yeah. The GRC, they’re doing the best they can to get things up and running smoothly, post Blip.” “Reactivating citizenship, social security, healthcare. Basically just managing resources for the refugees who were displaced by the return.”

“The Global Repatriation Council does all that, I get that,” Sam said impatiently, “So why exactly are you two here?”

“Well, they provide the resources and we keep things stable,” the soldier answered.

“Yeah, violent revolutionaries aren’t usually good for anyone’s cause,” Walker said. “Usually said by the people with the resources,” Sam looked up from the work he was doing on my leg to look dead at Walker.

“We got a lot of resources,” he stated confidantly, “If you guys, if you joined up with us, we could-“ “No,” Bucky and I said in unison, now having agreed on two things. Walker was a phony and wizards weren’t real.

“I got mad respect for both of ya’ll,” Walker’s friend complimented, “You too, ma’am. But you were kinda getting your asses kicked till we showed up.” Bucky finally dragged his stare off of Walker, “Who are you?” “Lemar Hoskins.” “Look, I see a guy hanging out of a helicopter in tactical gear, I need a lot more than Lemar Hoskins,” Sam commented.

“I’m Battlestar,” Lemar reintroduced himself, “John’s partner.” “‘Battlestar?’” Bucky echoed the ridiculous nickname, snapping his head suddenly toward the driver, “Stop the car!”

The driver obeyed and quickly halted in the middle of the road, giving Bucky the opportunity to jump out of the car. He raised his eyebrows expectantly, waiting for me to join him but I wasn’t about to leave Sam’s side. I held a hand up to him to which he responded by closing the back door and starting down the path that veered off the main road.

“Look, I…I get it, okay? I get the attitude, I do,” Walker started, he couldn’t come close to understanding how insulted all three of us were for one uniting reason, “You don’t think that the shield was gonna end up here. I get it, Bucky,” even the call of his name wasn’t enough to make him stop, “And I’m…I’m not trying to be Steve. I’m not trying to replace Steve.” “Could’ve fooled me,” I snorted, removing my leg from Sam’s lap as he’d stopped rubbing it long ago. “I’m just trying to be the best Captain America I can be, that’s it,” Walker focused his eyes on my brother, “It’d be a whole lot easier if I had Cap’s wingmen on my side.” Sam scoffed and looked out of the corner of his eyes at me as if to make sure he hadn’t heard incorrectly. He hadn’t, and I was about two seconds away from putting my powers to good use and beating Walker with his own shield that he could never truly hold ownership of. “It’s always that last line…”

Sam climbed over me and hopped out first before helping to lower me to the ground. A defeated Walker ordered the driver to leave and we watched to make sure they actually left for good. “Torres said he’s nice?” I asked sarcastically as we resumed our familiar posture of Sam helping me walk. “Torres is young, impressionable and follows every order he’s given. Guys like Walker have a problem with anyone who doesn’t take their every word as gospel.”

“Well, your mom made us attend enough church when we were kids for me to know that right there,” I pointed back to the car that was now a dot in the distance, “Is a false prophet.”

I trained my eyes ahead of us, Bucky hadn’t gotten too far and it looked like he had actually slowed his pace for us to catch up easier. While I was angry with the government for appointing Walker and the man himself, I knew that the pain Sam and Bucky were feeling was exponentially heavier to deal with. They’d already lost their friend and Walker was the salt being rubbed in the wound.

When we did eventually make it to the plane an hour later, I was biting back tears at how much pain I was in. Sam took notice of how I was trying to conceal them as we approached the tarmac and carried me the rest of the way.

“I gotta check for any internal bleeding,” he said as he set me down gently on the seats of the jet, “And you’re going home.” “No, I’m not,” I moaned. “Yes, you are,” he scolded as he lifted up my shirt to the bottom of my bra so that he could get a clear view of my abdomen, “Sarah’s gonna pound my ass into the ground as it is for bringing you back bruised.” My eyes could no longer stay opened, further fluttering shut as I didn’t hear Sam state that he saw anything concerning. “Get some sleep,” he ordered, “I’ll take care of anything I find.” Just before I drifted off, I heard a second body kneel down next to Sam. “She okay?” “Yeah, she’ll be fine,” he answered Bucky, “I just should have never brought her.”

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When I did wake up, the plane was dark except for the minimal lighting towards the cockpit. I attempted to sit up, biting back a groan as I did. There was a blanket draped over my bottom half and my jacket was now folded underneath my head as a makeshift pillow. Sam was sleeping upright near my feet, arms crossed and snoring quietly.

“Glad to see you’re okay,” a quiet voice startled me, I turned to see it was Bucky. “A little out of my depth,” I remarked, rubbing one of my eyes, “But yeah, okay.”

Bucky nodded and looked back down at his folded hands, for some reason the contrast of the gold and black metal meeting the pale flesh fascinated me. He must’ve sensed I was staring because he peered up at me through his lashes. I quickly looked away, “I’m guessing we’re on our way back to New Orleans.” “Baltimore, actually,” he replied.

“What’s in Baltimore?” I whispered, trying not to wake Sam. “Someone that Sam needs to meet.” “Okay,” I slowly swung my legs off the seats to properly face him, “Who’s in Baltimore?” Bucky gave me a tired look, “Just someone, you’ll meet him too.” I bristled slightly at his answer, shooting him a half smile. “You don’t trust people, do you, Barnes?”

I wouldn’t call what his lips did was a smile, but maybe a sarcastic knock off of one. “You ask a lot of questions, you know?”

“Only when people don’t give me any answers,” I fired back in a contradictorily easy tone, “Look, you don’t have to trust me. That’s fine, I’m going home after whatever surprise you have for us anyway so you won’t have to deal with me slowing you guys down anymore.” “Sam was endangering you by bringing a civilian to an Avengers level fight,” he quickly said, “That’s on him, not you. And none of us were exactly at our best today.” A supercut of the three of us each getting slapped around silly on top of the trucks played in my mind. He was definitely right, nobody could have predicted that we’d be thrown for such a loop. Not even the man pretending to be Captain America. “For what it’s worth, I’m sorry about Walker,” I offered as softly as I could, “I’ve watched him parade that shield around on tv for days and I’ve gotten angrier each time. Not saying it’s the same as what you’re feeling but…I’m just sorry.” Bucky didn’t respond, he actually looked away from me and back down at his hands. “You should get some more sleep, we’re still a ways out.” It was clear I wasn’t going to get anywhere with him, not that I felt any burning desire to try to get him to open up. I’d only tried out of politeness and the slight glimmer of curiosity I held when it came to what lay beneath his hardened surface. “Goodnight, Barnes,” I said, laying back down and rolling over so I didn’t have to look at him any longer.

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A/N: Let me know what you thought and/or if you’d like to be tagged! There’s still a lot of surprises that are coming...

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tiredofsilence · 3 years

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A rant about Buddie from a narrative standpoint that nobody asked for

TLDR: from a narrative standpoint it would not make a lot of sense to not have Buddie become canon if you look at both their current storylines and any possible future storylines. Also if they were a straight pairing wouldn’t be doubting it in the first place.

As much as we like to talk about fictional characters as people with feelings who make decisions, the reality is that them and the things they experience are written by people, and those people usually plan out these storylines to make them interesting for the viewer. I am in no way an expert in any of this, but I have seen a lot of tv series and even more romantic storylines so I have a vague idea of how most of these storylines play out.

I just want to start off by saying that from a narrative standpoint I really don’t see this going anywhere other than a relationship. Nothing else would really make sense. To illustrate this properly I’m going to divide this rant into two sections: their current storylines and future storylines if/when their relationship becomes canon

Their current storylines

Both Buck and Eddie are on a sort of a journey of self-discovery this season. Buck’s is about his identity; who he is and how he fits into the world. Eddie’s is more about starting a new chapter and moving on from his past.

These storylines seem like they run parallel to each other, but they’re actually quite intertwined. A large part of Buck’s identity is his relationship with Eddie and Christopher and the family dynamic that they have created. Similarly, Eddie has found a great support in Buck, and he is a big part in the new chapter that he is entering in his life, and someone he can lean on to help him move on from this past. Both of their storylines can not come to a satisfying and logical conclusion without the other person being a big part of it, simply because that’s how their dynamic has already been established and it wouldn’t make sense for that to change. The only change I see is them actually becoming better at communicating and getting even closer.

To add onto that, if either of them were to get girlfriends (cause if Buddie doesn’t happen the SOs will be female lbr) the relationship they form with those girlfriends would have to exist alongside the relationship they have with each other. Because they are incredibly close and it wouldn’t make sense for either of them to loosen their friendship because we’ve already seen that if they are away from each other even a little too long they both lose their damn minds. So just imagine having a boyfriend that basically co-parents his best friend’s kid and spends most of his time at that best friend’s house or them at his house. It would just be a super weird dynamic, and wouldn’t make any sense from a narrative perspective.

I could go on about this for much longer time but I’ll move on to the second part: future storylines

Simply put, Buddie would be an absolute goldmine for storylines if they were to get into a relationship. There is simply just a lot of potential there and I’ll highlight some of them.

The most obvious one is, of course, their sexualities. There’s already a lot of potential there, for themselves but also for the people around them.

Then there’s the idea of a relationship within the same fire department. How do they separate their personal lives from their professional lives. Maybe they keep their relationship a secret for a while because they’re worried about one of them having to go to another department. Also there’s the fact that they would basically spend all day every day with each other, and how they keep their relationships with other people and make sure they have time for themselves.

Christopher has a lot of potential as well. Buck having to go from just Buck to actually being a parent and having to discipline him and take care of him. And Eddie having to come to terms with the idea of there being another parent in the picture, and basically just them having to figure out how they operate as a family.

There’s also their families/the people around them. Maybe Eddie’s family don’t trust Buck to co-parent Christoper. And, similarly, maybe the people around Buck believe that he’s not responsible enough to be a parent. Or maybe there’s some spicy homophobia.

Then of course there’s the relationship itself. Buck and Eddie both have a shit ton of baggage. They have trauma, abandonment issues, familial problems and a whole lot of other stuff. Them finding how they can work as a couple and dealing with all their problems together would probably bring a lot of angst but also a lot of fluff.

If you’ve made it this far kudos to you. I have plenty of more to say but I think this gets my point across pretty well. I feel like they’d have to make many weird twists and turns narratively for any other outcome to make sense. And of we’re all honest with ourselves if one of them was female it would be 100% certain that they end up together. But since queerbaiting sadly still exists we can never know for sure.

#911 fox #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buddie

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starshipsofstarlord · 3 years

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Jim and Jody - Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary; it was one of the biggest decisions of your life, but will you change your mind before your future is sealed?

Warnings; angst, mentions of abortion (everyone is permitted to do what they want with their body, in this imagine the reader wants to keep the baby, but pro choice, as everyone deserves control over their bodies and all 🤍), brief mention of sex and threats

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To see him so relaxed, so completely and utterly himself was a paradise all on its own. There was a heaviness aboard your shoulders, but as you watched him goof tirelessly about, you had no other concerns, not even as you subconsciously raised your hand over your stomach. You shook your head at the sentiment, the two of you had already made the decision to abort this child, it was unknown how the poor fellow would turn out to be; with the combination of your powers and his super everything, it was sure to be quite the complication, and not one that you supposed was to be an easy course.

A smile pried at your face, simply from viewing him with the pack of children, the wind from the docks swept your hair into your face, and in turn, you swept the locks out and away from your vision, so that you had further access to watch the man that you loved in his absolute element. Through the years, past and recent, he had lost so much, and this child was just to be another mantle on the wall of memorial in his mind, it was sad really. If the two of you were normal, with average and lives that had perceptions with no regards of being heroic, there’d be no query about it, you’d keep the baby.

That life though, to your grave misfortune, did not exist, it was merely a fantasy living painfully inside of your mind, haunting you whenever you closed your eyes, with the flashing images of a resolution and end to the errors in your lifestyle. There’d be a big house, yet nothing to prissy, just enough room for the pair of you and few children of your own, a grand garden with a swing set and sand pit, where the infants could grow up and play in once they were older. Then there’d also be a shed for Bucky to work on small projects, such as attaining some love and care to his motor bike, as well as storing the supplies that he’d need to do so.

All that is a universe away, muffled from possibility by the stars expediting through the gorgeous veil of the galaxy, corrupting the possibilities of ever gaining access to such... peace. That was the one thing that the pair of you wanted, however catching a break was rather rare within your predicament. A stifled laugh reeled from the conjunction of your lips as you simply and endearingly surveyed how the boys, specifically Sam’s nephews hung from the vibranium branch of his arm. It was all your attention was focused on, until an extra person took a seat on the picnic table beside you, his sweet yet musky scent detailing whom it was. “If your not going to eat that, I’m sure Barnes Junior might want an opinion on that.”

The underlining of the words caused an abstract grimace to forlorn your features, as you stared not at the speaker of whom you were close with, but instead the slather of cake that was planted on a paper plate before you, the icing beginning to become slightly sick from the beating of the viable son. “You’re glowing, you know? Motherhood is a good look on you y/n/n, I wouldn’t be so soon to let that go.” Your fingers pried at the dismantled crumbs off your section of desert as you looked to your new captain, a resonating conformation fo bridled suffering and hopelessness clouding your view of his attempt at making you atone before you made a sin that you’d forever regret.

He, like many others, knew that the family life was what you wanted; you wanted to be your child’s hero, tending to their each necessary (and unnecessary) need, them being your main focus and project and life. Instead, you had been handed your options on a short stick, and thus, your decision, albeit somewhat of a sensible one, didn’t make it hurt any less. “Sam.” You spoke his name, observing from the corner of your eye how Bucky paraded around the dock with Jim and Jody. It’d be nice to give him a slice of this kinda life, he was thriving as an adult around children, you could only imagine him in the case of this one being birthed into the world. “It’s not that easy.”

“No one said it was going to be easy.” Sam responded quickly, affirming your fears to your nerve wrecked face. “I get it, I do. People will be after this kid, and that is no way to live, but you two aren’t alone in any of this, nor will you be in that. You have me, along with many other old friends of ours, hell even the Wakandan’s. Do you really want to sacrifice this one life so you can continue living this one? You and Bucky have both lost so much, you don’t have to force yourself to willingly give away something else. The decision can be changed the last minute, it’s a lot to take in, I get that, but I see the way Buck is with my nephews, and how you watch them when you think nobody’s looking over at you. With your state pardon, you two can retire, and go far away, and abandon everything for this one little guy or gal, because I know that if you do, no matter what, they’ll be worth it.”

Bucky wailed a warrior’s shout as Jim and Jody playfully struck him down, his unsheathed metal hand grasping at the cloth that was tightly aboard his addictive chest. He rolled on the ground as the children ran to retrieve their toy lightsabers, leaving him to be expendable against their weapons. There was a giddy and fitting smile smouldering his usual stoic expression. It was no wander why he found calm in visiting Sam and his sister’s small, and accepting family. The kids brought out another side of him, which he had been tortured to refrain from showing, but you had seen, and were contemplating many things within your mind. You were lapping up the image, as though you were dehydrated and the sight of him appeased by the company of young ones was a source of water.

Sam was right, he always was and had been. “The decision was on both of our parts, you don’t think Buck’ll change his mind, or do you?” You were invested in getting a responsive answer, yet the man spluttered a laugh at your confused expense. He heaved for a moment, bracing his hands on his knees as he caught his breath. There was nothing stopping him from gaining it back, unlike Bucky whom had grabbed a saber of his own and lightly began to paddle against the one that was directed against him, other than another round of hysterics that abandoned him. A reasonable smile resonated a comfortable position upon the former falcon’s face, as he tentatively patted your knee, watching as you broke off a small rupture of cake and popped it in your mouth, feeding not only yourself but the inmate within your womb.

“There isn’t really much for me to say, it’s easy, look at him. He will be fine with whatever decision that the pair of you succumb to, after all, it’s your body, but it will pain him like nothing else ever has if you go through with the abortion, and if not, then trust me, we’ve both seen how hard he fights; think of that but ten times the mass in consideration of this baby, because I am certain that he’d do anything for them. He lost his entire family when he awoke from his mode of hydra assassin, this could be him getting it back. Different members, but a family all the same.” He stole a little of your cake, making you lightly elbow him as a smirk rendered a beauty upon his face.

“What’s that going to make you, the patriotic uncle who just can’t keep himself from flashing his shield?” Now it was his turn to retaliate, he lightly scuffed your ankle with a feather light tap of the toe of his shoe, causing you to promiscuously roll your eyes. “I’m joking, that was Steve’s aesthetic, this new version of cap is your baby, I have great faith in you to make this world a better and safer place. The funny thing is, when you finally accepted that shield was yours, that’s when my mind shifted to the possibility of keeping this kid. It was and has always been a sign of hope and protection to Bucky, maybe it could be the same for our little one. It was just a thought, I’m not meaning to put pressure on your or anything bu-“

“I get it, and I’m honoured. And if that is how it seems, then I want you to know that I’ll be there to protect them too. The main bump in the road for now is for you to talk to that grumpy ass boyfriend of yours and figure this sperm plus egg equation out, send Jim and Jody over here, I got somethin’ to show those two anyway.” With a nod and a grateful pat upon your friend’s head, you slowly plodded over to where Bucky was being cornered against the side of the truck by the boys. His blue orbs danced around their small and imaginative beings, until they landed on you, it was as though his pupils were calling out for help, begging for you to spare some mercy upon him.

“Jim, Jody, your uncle Sammy has something for you two to see.” They groaned lightly, having been pulled away from the narrative of their play time, but nevertheless their faces were clean slates as they expressed hyper smiles, and bolted their route towards their mother’s sibling, carrying their lightsaber replicas along with them. “Two kids beat an infamous, deadly badass with a metal arm. I think you might be getting too old for these kinda battles Buck, you were losing, and quite terribly if I say so myself.” Crossing your arms, as he came to an upright stand, hoisting himself off the ground, so that he could be more level with you.

“Yeah, yeah, rub it in. Thought you were supposed to be supportive of me and all that, as you said to Zemo, you’d quite happily cut his dick off if he compared me to the shadow that I used to be.” His brow raised, as he reminisced on the thought of you threatening Zemo; it was hot, and certainly had gotten him going, which had shortly left you in this predicament, trying to save the world and execute the one last thing that exhumed hope to either one of you. The baby. It was almost a certain and solid fact that the little one inside of you had been procreated on the Baron’s private jet, more specifically, the small and clean bathroom that had became dirty with your primal sins.

“And I still regret not doing that, he’d have had much less leverage in any sense of the word of phallic if he had it sectioned off.” Silence emitted between the two of you, although a humoured smirk tantalised upon Bucky’s graceful face. For a change, he was not prompting the expression of a grumpy cat that was refused its nip, no, instead he could be compared to a future - actually, he already was a father to the bean held in the shield of your body, having been an ample ingredient in bringing the small person into being. “So, you having fun with Sarah’s kids, sure looks like you were quite in your element before I cut in.”

“I’m always in my element when you’re around doll.” He smiled, wrapping his uncoordinated hands around the oval of your waist, and tugging you sentimentally closer, your hips bumped with his, as your eyes ogled infatuatedly up at him. “They’re great kids, makes me realise exactly what we’re gonna be missing out on.” Bucky gulped, sparks of emotion taunted the behind of his eyes, like saucers of resentful fire. “You’d be the perfect mother, you know that right? After all you’ve done for me, you’ve nurtured me close to the man that I once was, the only difference is that I want to settle, but I don’t know how to go about dropping everything. This kid is killing me, he’s making me question everything.”

“That’s what kids are supposed to do, unborn, or very much avidly attacking grown men with false lightsabers.” Bucky deeply into your frustrated and corresponding eyes, your hands reaching up to play defiantly with the smooth dip in his chin that could be seen through the shading of his light stubble. “What if we did have a Jim and Jody of our own some day? We could keep him or her, they’d be our greatest concern, we don’t have to go down this painful and longing, rusted road. We could bring something good into this world, protect them against all forces that threaten to disrupt their life, I want this with you Bucky. We could move far far away, or go somewhere close to home.”

“Brooklyn.” He stated, causing a line to crease gently in the plain of his forehead. “I want to call them Brooklyn, if I am to fight the rest of my life for something, I want it to be my home. Last time I had to leave there, but it’s my amends to never leave this child of ours, if we’re going to do this, we need to put them in front of everything, and I mean everything.” He spoke, in reference to the other avengers and other aliases that you had stood by for so long. Bleakly you nodded, grasping his jaw down for an amorous kiss, humming against the palette of his lips, as your hands entwined behind his neck, pulling his face closer to your own, prompting his tongue to travel deeper within the realm of your mouth.

“Brooklyn is a nice name. How about Brooklyn Margaret Barnes? I think that has quite the ring to it.” You offered, and he hardly reacted, instead quickly appraising a pleasant smile onto the canvas of his work of art face, as he ducked his head down, conjoining the pair of you into a passionate and meaningful collide of your lips. Sam smiled as he watched the pair of you, pointing at you two from afar, as his nephews from afar. He was giving them a man to men talk, offering them advice that they would have valuable usage of in the future.

“Now that is love. You don’t give up for the one thing that connects you, and those two, well Bucky and y/n have been through a hell of a lot. They deserve this, and when you meet a woman when you’re older, and your mum is watching on towards the two of you, I want you to make her proud by treating your girl like a princess, willing to sacrifice everything simply to create the future that she wishes for you.” He emotionally wiped his eyes, rushing to stand before he grasped a lightsaber, leaving the other to spare for one of them. “Now Jim and Jody, which one of you will be my padawan?”

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quantumlocked310 · 3 years

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Bjørnekram

I’m a super newbie to the Vikings fandom (better late than never?), but I saw @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie post about writing fluffy Bjorn. And, like my Hvitserk fic, the idea wouldn’t leave my brain. This is my second published fic ever, so I hope it is enjoyable.

Warnings: Heavy petting, bear hugs, fluff, ignoring the entire Vikings plot

Crossposted on AO3

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When the envoy came, you didn’t think it would change your life. Your father and Ragnar had been close friends when you were young. At that time your family had lived in Kettegat, but when your grandfather died your father was called to return to the village so he could be Jarl. Now, Ragnar requests your father’s presence at the Solstice feast to talk about raiding together in the spring.

It has been a few years since you’d played with Ragnar’s sons, but hearing the envoy talk about Kattegat thrusts you back to your memories of running around the town square, playing hide and seek between buildings. Always trying to hide Ivar with you, or getting Ubbe to carry you on his back.

Of course your father accepts the summons of his oldest friend, and decides to bring you and your mother along, leaving your elder brother in charge of the village.

During the journey to Kattegat you thought about how you’d changed. You’re no longer a tiny child to be carried around. You’re a woman with wide hips, large breasts, and the larger squishy middle of a person who is well cared for, and has the luxury of being a Jarl’s daughter. Your mother always says your body is made for children, but you’re not so sure about that just yet. “I need a man for that first, Mother” you usually respond, but no one in your village has caught your eye or even tried to pursue you.

Your family’s arrival is a celebration. After the long journey all you wish to do is lay down on a bed of furs and sleep until the next full moon, but your mother’s look says your presence is necessary. There is food and mead, and you fill your belly sitting with the sons of Ragnar and hearing of their raiding adventures.

The boys have all changed too. Now they are handsome young men, with beards and longer hair than you remember. You’re next to Ubbe, and tug on his impressive beard saying “When did this come about, hmm?”

“Probably around when those did for you, love.” He cranes his head as if to look down your dress. Then winks and laughs nudging you with his shoulder.

You turn bright red and cross your arms, returning his nudge with a hearty shoulder shove of your own.

“We have all grown up in the years we’ve been gone, no?” A voice rumbles from your left.

You look over to see Bjorn has sat next to you. And he seems to have changed the most of them all. Even sitting he seems to tower over you, and his shoulders take up almost two spaces themselves. You nod over your cup of ale and giggle saying “Hello, Bjorn.”

His returning grin is playful as he responds “Hello, Y/N.” Your early time in Kattegat was spent while Bjorn was with his mother, but clearly he knows who you are. If you’d heard tales of Bjorn Ironside from his brothers, perhaps they were telling tales of you too.

Another guest captures his attention from across the table, and you’re all swept up in the feasting and conversation. Over the course of the night you get closer and closer to Bjorn and he takes the chance to wrap an arm around you, resting his hand on the bench. You’re wrapped in warmth and all you can smell is him. He smells soothing, like home fires, cooked meat and the mead you’ve been consuming. Soon your head is resting on his shoulder and you’re nearly falling asleep at the table. After a massive yawn you feel his chest shake with laughter as he says “Maybe I should take you to sleep, Y/N.”

You hum and close your eyes, burrowing further into his soft tunic. He laughs again and starts to move. Dislodging you a bit he climbs off the bench, but starts to anchor a hand around your hip. You realise he is meaning to carry you to bed. Your eyes shoot open and you start to protest.

“Bjorn, no. I am too heavy.” You say though he continues to scoop his other hand under your knees. “Nonsense.” Is all he says as he lifts and suddenly you are in the air. He stays still for a moment, and you wriggle a little then nestle your head under his chin and close your eyes again. No one has attempted to carry you for many years, and you don’t want to stare at him in awe the entire time he is holding you.

The walk to your room feels like seconds as you start to drift back to sleep feeling supported, wrapped in his scent and his arms. Between the long journey, delicious food, and copious amounts of mead and ale there was no way you could stay awake for any longer.

Bjorn sets you gently on your bed, but you whine as he pulls away. He huffs touching his forehead to yours, and covering you in furs. Before he leaves, you feel him press a gentle kiss to your head and his massive hand pushes a few strands of hair away from your face. “Sleep well, Y/N,” he whispers, and it is the last thing you hear before a deep sleep takes you.

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In the morning you are embarrassed at your behavior. Falling asleep at the table, and on Bjorn no less. You thought that would receive endless amounts of teasing from the brothers. At least he was sweet about it, and as you get ready for your day you touch your forehead remembering his gentle goodnight kiss.

When you arrive in the great hall there is only your mother and Aslaug who tells you, “The men have gone hunting.” You nod and sit at the table to eat your morning meal. The rest of your day is spent with your sewing tasks and learning about the village from Aslaug.

Close to dinner the great hall doors thrust open and your father and Ragnar burst in with their arms around each other laughing uproariously. Those who are in the Great Hall stand to greet them.

“We will have to hold another feast to eat the meat we’ve caught this day!” Ragnar shouts. “No, Brother! Food enough to salt and keep for raiding England!” Your father returns, rejoicing. They continue to the head of the table where your father presses a kiss to your mother’s brow. You smile gently at their affection, before letting out a horrific squeal!

“Y/N!” Bjorn bellows as he lifts you up and spins you around. “Come see what we have caught!” You can smell the ale on his breath. They must have been drinking while hunting.

He places you next to their palette of slaughtered animals. They’ve got rabbits and fish, but the most impressive is the large buck whose antlers reach out from under the smaller prey. You try to step closer, but don’t move an inch. Bjorn holds his hands fast around your middle and pulls you back just a little so your bodies are aligned. You stiffen slightly before turning to look up at the big man and see his incredible blue eyes inches from yours. Blushing, you nod just a little and turn to look back at their haul.

“A magnificent array indeed! We will have to celebrate.” You turn your head to look around the room and loudly suggest “Some mead for everyone, perhaps?”

“Mead!” All the men shout and the thralls pour in with jugs and cups, and soon another feast has begun.

You smile widely and tip your head up to look at Bjorn, your hands coming to rest over his and you squeeze just a little. “Mead?” you ask him, and he starts to lower his head. Your heart starts pounding, thinking perhaps we will kiss you in the middle of the newly crowded great hall.

But alas he only rests his forehead on yours, inhales, and says “You smell like home,” so quietly you almost think he didn’t say it. He presses a quick kiss to your brow before tightening his arms and lifting you gently to the table where he sits and places you on his lap. Your heart is in your throat and you know your eyes are wide as saucers as you realise Bjorn has no intentions of letting you off him as you feast.

Hvitserk pushes a mug of mead toward you, and you’re grateful to try and hide your blushing cheeks behind it. You grab the nearest plate of meat and begin to eat. Meanwhile, oblivious to your pounding heart and warm core, the tale of the great hunt begins.

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As the evening winds down you start to move off of Bjorn, getting as far as moving your butt to the bench before he catches your knees and holds you to him. “And where are you going?” he asks.

“I wish to sleep, Bjorn” you sigh.

“Then I will take you.”

“May I walk on my own this time?”

He seems to think over your question, before staring you straight in the eye saying “No.”

You furrow your brow and stick out your lower lip, pouting.

“That trick won’t work on me, maiden.” He releases your knees to tap you on the nose, and you cross your eyes, sticking your tongue out at him. His laugh is deep and hearty, and your heart soars to hear it.

You can’t help but smile back, and he pulls you with him to stand from the bench. The table whoops and hollers at the two of you, his brothers the loudest of all. You wrap your arms around Bjorn’s significant shoulders as he adjusts his hold on you, fingers brushing your thighs and sides causing heat to rush through your body.

You’re both quiet on the way to your rooms, and his hands are so warm where they press as if branding your skin through your dress. It is hard to think of anything but how his body feels against yours and how you wish he had kissed you in the great hall.

When you get to your room, he doesn’t lay you on the bed as you expect. Instead, Bjorn wraps both arms around you and holds you so you are eye level. Both his hands are pressed tightly against your hips and butt, and he is just holding all of you. It feels special, like nothing you’d ever experienced before.

Slowly he lets you slide down his body, your eyes never breaking contact. As your toes touch the floor he leans down and presses his lips to yours. His lips are softer than you imagined and they feel so gentle. Slowly you press back against him, keeping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer to you.

His mouth opens against yours, and you nip at his bottom lip. He groans into your mouth and those massive hands travel across your body, one hand grabbing at your full bottom and the other taking a handful of your breast. Your fingers scratch against the soft shaven parts of his hair, and you moan into the kiss.

He bends his knees and lifts you up again. “Bjorn!” You exclaim as the kiss is broken. “Why in Odin’s name do you lift me so much?” He stares at you, eyebrows raised, while he just keeps you in the air, your legs wrapped around his hips. “Not... not that I am complaining. You’re so strong, but no one has lifted me since I was a child. And I didn’t think... well I didn’t think anyone could.”

He lays you gently on the bed and climbs in after you, all the while keeping you in his embrace. “You’re a beautiful woman, and I want you in my arms. Is that reason enough?”

You stare at him for some minutes, seeing the sincerity in his eyes, the strong arch of his brow, his patrician nose, the stubble forming on his cheeks. He lets you look your fill, as you feel his hands travel up your back and around your stomach, skimming your mound over your dress. You’re exploring him with your eyes, but he is worshiping you with his touch. You nod and kiss him again, taking the opportunity to press your body to his. He is scorching, pressed against every inch of you as the kissing continues.

His hands travel further across your body, lifting your dress and squeezing your bare ass. In return you reach to shove his tunic off. The next thing you know all your clothes are on the floor. His naked body feels soft against your chilled skin and the hair on his chest is pressed tight to your bare breasts. Your kisses are lazy, tongues dancing as you explore each other’s newly exposed skin.

After what feels like hours with his hands cradling your thighs and playing with your breasts you interrupt the kissing with a large yawn. Bjorn chuckles as he rubs his nose against yours.

“Sleep, maiden. I will make you scream my name tomorrow” he says quietly.

“I suppose that will have to do,” you reply, and push yourself up to blow out the candles next to the bed. He takes the opportunity to fondle your exposed breast, and you giggle dropping your body down to squash his hand between you. He hums, pressing a kiss to your temple and you kiss his chest, moving to tuck your head under his chin. You both settle together as he pulls out his trapped hand to pull you ever closer.

And that is how you fall asleep. With Bjorn’s heartbeat in your ear, wrapped in the warmth of this unexpected gift from the gods.

#bjorn x reader #plus size reader #vikings #bjorn ironside x reader #bjorn ironside #bear hugs #fanfic #fanfiction #Yes the name means Bear Hugs in Danish #no i’m not sorry #this time I made a moodboard!#pics are from pinterest #no i’ve never made a moodboard #so many new things #I’m a Hvitserk girl all the way #but there’s something about being smothered by a big man that’s just alluring #now I can get back to my Pirate!Hvitty fic

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