#it’ll be cold outside and steve’s cheeks are so red

[butyoumakemesohot]

literally screams thinking about how eddie is the type of bf to pinch away steve’s runny nose <3

#not just when he’s sick like. #it’ll be cold outside and steve’s cheeks are so red #and he’s sniffling a little bit #and eddie’s like aw :) c’mere #and uses his thumb and index finger to pinch off some of the moisture leaking from steve’s nose #and before steve has time to be embarrassed at all eddie’s kissing him #anyways. this has been my monthly st/eddie contribution thank u if u bothered to read this

[hotreadingwitch]

Bucky x Reader - Cabin Fever

Content Warnings/Kinks: age gap (dbf!bucky), daddy kink, praise kink, light degradation, nipple play, light spanking, masturbation, fingering, cum swallowing, oral sex, unprotected vaginal sex

Cabin Fever

The weekend getaway ahead loomed before Y/n like a giant shadow as she drove on the snowy backroads. Was she glad to be spending the holidays at her father’s winter cabin, of course, but was she happy to see his mysterious (and massively sexy) best friend, Bucky Barnes, not so much. The pair had been colleagues for a little while now, since Bucky had transferred to her father’s firm, and Y/n had only met him once before at her Dad’s Fourth of July barbecue earlier in the year. Fireworks had immediately flown between them when they had, causing Y/n to lock down the blooming feeling of romance quickly before it could ruin everything from her father’s perspective of his “little girl” to her own sanity. If she thought for even one second about how much she liked Bucky Barnes and truly wanted Bucky Barnes, she feared she might just crash her car. 

A call came through the speaker of her vehicle then, her father Steve’s familiar voice crackling through, “Y/n?” 

“Dad?” She answered with a light laugh, “Where are you right now a dungeon? Your service is awful” 

“Sweetheart the snowstorm is blocking the highway, I won’t make it up to the cabin until morning, I’m gonna stay at a motel tonight…” he said, his voice sad like he hated to miss out, “It’ll just be you and Bucky for the first night, hopefully, that won't be too much trouble”

“Why would that be any trouble Dad?” Y/n’s voice sounded strained, even to her. 

Her father paused, “I know you don’t like him Y/n—no don’t interrupt me—it’s okay, you don’t have to, I just hope you two can get through the night together peacefully…it is the Holidays after all”

Y/n swallowed the lump in her throat, “Alright Dad, yeah, I’ll see you in the morning”

When she finally pulled up to the snow-trimmed cabin, she wasn’t surprised to see Bucky’s luxury car parked in one of the available driveway spots. 

“Hi,” she greeted once she stepped inside, her cheeks flushed from the crisp December cold and her arms full of wrapped gifts. 

“Let me help you with those” Bucky instantly offered, rushing over to her, their fingers brushing as he took some of the tissue-stuffed bags from her cramped hands and took them over to the tree. 

His eyes flicked to hers and she could’ve sworn she saw his own cheeks tint slightly red above his scruffy beard. 

“How was your drive?” He questioned after they’d arranged them, making easy conversation. 

“Not too bad, well better than Dad’s anyway” she winced slightly before breaking the news, “He’s blocked by the storm, won’t be here until tomorrow morning…it’s just us tonight” 

“You don’t seem so happy about that” Bucky cocked his head. 

“Bucky…” she hesitated. 

“I knew it” he breathed, almost to himself, “I knew you lik—“ 

“I need to take a work call” she blurted, interrupting whatever he was about to say. 

Y/n practically skidded out of the living room and down the hall to the room she’d be staying in for the weekend, that she’d been staying in all her life. Her Dad had luckily switched out her old twin bed for a queen a couple of years ago but that didn’t erase the memories she had here. The colourful quilt laid over the sheets, the rocking chair in the corner. Each element of the space was a comfort to her, especially now as her heart threatened to beat right out of her chest. 

“Fuck” she groaned to herself. 

~ an hour or two later ~ 

Snow was piling up outside as Y/n stewed in her bedroom, mulling over the situation she’d somehow found herself in. She liked Bucky and was stuck with him for the night but almost worse than that was the fact that he knew she liked him. Her groaning into her pillow was cut off by a small knock on her door. 

“Yes?” She croaked. 

“I’m making hot chocolate…” Bucky’s hesitant voice sounded through the wooden door, “I won’t bother you tonight if you don’t want but I just thought I’d ask” 

With a sigh, she walked over the door, opening it to find Bucky in a slightly distressed t-shirt and light grey sweatpants that hugged him perfectly in all the right places. She gulped, startled as she realized she was literally eye-fucking him instead of answering his innocent question. 

“Sure, I’d like some. Thank you” 

Following him into the kitchen, she found her gaze trailed from his toned figure to the wintery scene outside. The snow was packed almost halfway up the window, no doubt blocking the front door too. 

“Guess we’re stuck inside whether we like it or not” Y/n sighed with a small smile that she simply couldn’t help, causing Bucky to chuckle and shoot her a quizzical look. 

“Yeah” he replied easily, after pouring the hot liquid into two cups, “Here”

“Thank you, Bucky”

“Oh, no problem” he replied and Y/n swore she saw him blush again. 

They sipped on their hot chocolate, slowly draining the mugs in companionable silence. After a while, she attempted to break it. 

“How’s work?” she tried, grimacing at how awkward the question sounded. 

“You don’t really want to ask me about work Y/n” he stated plainly with a small sigh, the heated look in his eye deceivingly telling her exactly what he meant. 

“Bucky…” she strained, setting her mug down. 

“You keep saying my name but never in the way I’d like you to” he came toward her, his large frame instantly consuming the small space of the cabin’s kitchen, “I know you want me Y/n and I’m sure you can see I want you…” 

Her eyes flicked down to his crotch, a small moan slipping out of her mouth at the sight of his hard cock in his cozy sweatpants. 

“Stop worrying about what your Dad might do and kiss me” he challenged, putting it all out there. Her surprise must have been evident on her face because Bucky backed off immediately, “Unless that’s not what you want” 

His sweet hesitance was all it took for Y/n to practically throw herself at him, cutting his words off with a passionate kiss that melted instantly from incredibly heated to perfectly warm like their mugs of steaming hot chocolate. As they kissed, with Y/n’s small groans and whines puncturing each break, Bucky’s hands felt up and down her sides making her skin tingle with need.

“Can I touch you?” He asked before gripping her hips harder and backing her toward the counter’s edge, “And please say I can taste you…”

“Yes, please Bucky, yes” 

He lifted her easily onto the flat surface, shoving boxes of cereal and bags of marshmallows out of the way, until her ass was fully seated on the counter. She pushed herself up slightly so that he could slip off her pants and her panties, moaning as his cold hands slid down her thighs. He sunk to his knees before her, gazing up at her like she was a golden star on top of the Christmas Tree. His beard tickled her legs as he worked his way up, kissing her calf, the inside of her knee, and her inner thighs.

“Be good and spread your legs for me, yeah, let me see that pretty pussy” he hummed at the sight of her as she obeyed. 

He came forward and kissed her clit gently before rubbing the sensitive area with a single finger. He paused, looking up at her from his spot between her thighs, admiring her flushed cheeks and wide eyes. She whined at the loss of contact. 

“You know what I want Y/n?” he cocked his head, pulling away and sitting back on his tucked legs below her before saying in an encouraging yet dark tone, “I want to see you rub yourself for me…Go on”

She spit onto her fingers and began to rub her clit, using them to please herself. Her eyes met his as she caressed around and around her sensitivity, a quiet whimper slipping out of her lips at the sight of his darkening gaze focused all on her. The building feeling made her sigh and throw her head back, a dull thud sounding as it hit the upper cabinet behind her. 

“What if I help you out a little bit huh?” Bucky groaned as if he couldn’t resist touching her. 

“Yes” she moaned, “Bucky pleas—“ 

Her words were cut off by the feeling of his two longest fingers pressing at her wet hole. Her pussy practically gushed around him as he entered her, only pushing halfway. His teasing fingers grazed her insides, curling up inside of her. 

“Keep rubbing your clit baby” he guided her hand back down. 

She obeyed, quickly becoming overwhelmed with the pleasure they were creating for her together. His curling fingers, her fierce rubbing at her clit…she was overcome with intense sensation. Using her other hand she trailed up her chest, acutely aware of Bucky’s eyes following her motion, pinching her nipples in turn until they hardened into two stiff peaks. 

“Good girl” he praised before asking, “You want my mouth?” 

Her small nod was all he needed to push her hand off of her clit and lap harshly at it, never once removing his fingers from her hole. His attack on her pussy was intense and erotic to watch, the sight of him eating her out turning her on almost as much as the actual feelings. Y/n’s thighs caged his head between her legs, her knees moving to sit behind his head, feet resting on his back as he pleased her with his rough, wet tongue.

“Oh fuck” she whispered, her hands gripping his curls tightly as he found the perfect spot. 

“There?” he questioned, his words muffled as he sucked her clit, lapping at it. 

“Yes, fucking yes” 

He chuckled, cool air making her shiver before continuing, licking at the same spot, not right on her clit but slightly to the side, a spot that was nearly as sensitive and pleasurable, until her body gave out and she burst all over his tongue. His large hands supported her thighs from below, hooking his arms over them, pulling her pussy to his mouth as she rode out the waves of her release. 

“Good girl, good fucking girl” he grumbled. 

Moving quicker than a flash, he lifted her up and took her out of the kitchen, leading them all the way to her bedroom. As they moved through the house, Y/n attacked his neck, wet sloppy kisses peppering his tanned skin. He pushed the door to her room open with his side, being careful not to hurt her, before throwing her down on the bed. He stood at the edge, towering over her. Bending over her, his beard tickled her cheek as he continued his trail of kisses on her neck. With gentle pecks he made his way to her jaw, down her to her chest, satisfying the need of her nipples. 

“Flip around for me doll” he commanded then, praising her when she complied, “Yeah that’s it, good girl” 

SMACK. A small spank on her ass cheek made her whimper, the feeling hurting slightly but in the best way. 

“You want it?” Bucky asked, confirming her consent as he pumped himself behind her. 

“Yes,” she whimpered, her voice breathy and full of need. 

“Yes, who?” His tone instantly darkened. 

“Yes Daddy” she whispered like a secret. 

SMACK. 

“Say it like you mean it Y/n” he chuckled roughly, “Like the good little slut I know you are” 

“Yes Dadd—“ 

Her words were cut off by the loud moan that escaped her lips as Bucky pushed into her, pressing the first few inches of him into her wet pussy. She gripped him tightly as her body adjusted to the sensation. He pressed and pressed and pressed until finally, he bottomed out within her. 

“Fuck you fit me so well” 

Bucky’s cock hit a spot deep within her that felt like nothing she’d ever felt before. Her back arched, shoving her ass back into him, making him hit even further inside. His grin was feral as she bounced onto him, her instant rocking movements pleasuring them both. 

“So good Y/n,” he praised, grunting, “Yeah, push back on me baby…Fuck this ass is perfect”

SMACK. 

The pain heated her skin as did the feeling of his eyes on her. She wasn’t even looking at him but she could physically feel the weight of his dark gaze. Grinding back onto him she whimpered and whined, her pussy tightening around him more and more by the second. 

Y/n yelped as she was flipped easily over onto her back. Before she could even get her bearings, Bucky’s thumb was instantly on her clit, rubbing that spot that made her see stars. If she thought she was clenching around him before she surely was now. Between Bucky thrusting in and out of her and his fingers on her sensitive clit, her senses were going into overdrive. 

“Fuck” she whined, overwhelmed by the feeling, “You’re fucking me so good”

Burying his head in the crook of her neck, Bucky moaned roughly, his gruff noises making her wetter and wetter. She writhed beneath him, her body responding to every way he was pleasing her. As she approached her orgasm though, he switched his pace, thrusting slowly, powerfully, and deeply, causing her to tense up around his hard cock. She gripped him so tightly she thought she might just push him out of her by accident. 

“So tight for me—yes, taking every fucking inch like a good little slut” 

“Yes, Daddy, yes” she moaned as he sucked at her skin. 

“You’ve been driving me crazy for so long” he confessed, whispering in her ear, “Ever since—fuck— that fucking Fourth of July party, I’ve wanted to feel you, to be in you just like this…” 

Her eyes widened at his reveal but she was so overwhelmed by the feeling that she could barely speak, she simply whined in response, meeting his assessing gaze as she arched beneath him. The feeling struck her body then, causing her to jerk forward. Bucky held her hips, continuing to thrust in and out of her with long strokes, fucking her completely through her orgasm.

“Yeah that’s it baby, cum for me” 

Y/n gripped his broad shoulders, holding him to her chest as he thrust through her orgasm, bringing on his own. He ground into her as he chased his own release, her hot pussy finally sending him over the edge.

“Fuck” she swore, catching her breath as Bucky rolled off of her. 

“Fuck is right” he chuckled. 

She could swear she saw a tint of red on his scruffy cheeks.

“You really liked me since then? Since the Fourth of July?” 

“Yes,” he admitted, bowing his head. 

She rolled back onto him, planting a sweet kiss on his jaw, then his cheek, then finally on his perfect pout. 

“Talk about fireworks huh?” She joked, making them both shake with laughter. 

#fanfic #fanfiction #oneshot #smut #marvel #marvel smut #marvel fanfic #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut #dbf!bucky

[starrystevie]

steve’s angry. he’s so goddamn angry all the time. his town is split right down the middle, his parents up and left to whatever safety vermont could offer and his kid won’t smile anymore because he’s seen too much and lost even more. this whole upside down bullshit just takes and takes and takes until there’s nothing left of hawkins, nothing left of steve himself. so he fights and takes his aggression out on people that don’t matter, on brick walls that have no say, on pillows and windows and cheeks he’s never seen before.

he thinks he’s seeing things, hearing things, when there’s whispers of his name in the darkness of an alleyway or bandages placed just so on his countertop when he gets home. it’s always after a fight that he feels whatever is following him, so he’s able to make himself believe it’s just from one too many blows to the head. he’s going crazy, he’s sure of it, when he thinks he sees eddie munson lurking outside his home as he limps up to his door and leaves a bloody handprint on the house siding. 

so yeah, he’s angry. but when his knuckles are cracked and his muscles are screaming and there’s blood running down the side of his face and his eyes are swelling shut, he feels alive in a way that he thought was stolen from him. 

but then there’s eyes looking at him. steve’s in his bathroom, too much blood staining his mom’s left behind fluffy white bath towels in a rusty brown, bandages wrapped tightly around the deep cuts on his forearm when he notices it. he gets those chills on the back of his neck and fights the urge to think maybe he’s cursed like will before turning to look around his always empty house. the air is still and he almost convinces himself that he’s imagining things like usual but then he spots the eyes looking in through his window. 

steve knows those eyes. they’re hidden behind curls and in the darkness that night provides and they’re burning a bright red but he knows them none the less. he doesn’t think about, knows he probably should but doesn’t, and heads over to the window. it’s easy enough to unlock normally but steve can’t pull his eyes away from the ones looking right back at him so he fumbles with the lock until it clicks. 

the next thing he knows, the sticky june air is seeping in through the open window and he’s laying flat on his back with strong arms and wild red eyes pinning him to his bedroom floor. eddie’s mouth is wide, eyes even wider, long teeth glinting in the glow of the lamp on steve’s nightstand. 

“you’re here,” he breathes out causing the curls tickling steve’s cheeks to flutter. “how are you here? why now?”

eddie growls and it’s a sound steve would have never expected but knows he’ll never forget, locking it in a safe place in his memory to replay over and over. there’s a hand trailing down the side of his face, cold fingers running over the drips of blood from a cut in his forehead, red eyes following their path. 

“i could smell you.” his voice is low, it rumbles through his chest and straight into steve’s veins. maybe he could smell the effect of that on him, too. “you got too hurt this time.”

it breaks steve. he laughs harder than he has in months and it’s this harsh, broken thing that’s a mockery of real laughter. he feels like a demon, cackling in the face of danger just to cause pain and fear. maybe he is a demon at this point. 

‘that’s all it took?” he’s angry again, but this is a different anger. it’s mean and cruel, spreading down through his bones into his very being, and it’s cold. has steve shivering on his bedroom floor but that could also be from the hand still petting over his face. has him smiling with a busted lip that forces warm blood to seep into his mouth.

eddie sighs. it’s a head rush to see a creature such as him do such a human thing. “you can’t keep hurting yourself just to see me, steve. it’ll end-” he pauses like he’s trying to think of the best word to use, eyes focused on the red spilling over his own fingertips, over steve’s lips. “-badly.”

steve feels himself push up into eddie, revels in the intake of breath he gets in return. he can feel the blood from his cracked lip staining his teeth so he opens his mouth, licks it off slowly to make a show of it. his smile feels wild and he wants to push that onto eddie too. he feels alive. 

“good.”

#hi i have literally no excuse for this #but this is probably going to become a whole fic btw #cause BOY do i have a lot of thoughts about it #steddie #steddie fic #steve harrignton #eddie munson #tw: fighting #tw: blood #this is technically my first dabble into monster fucker steve harrington which is a v fun topic #steddie drabble #my writing #stranger things #steddie ficlet #kas!eddie

[sunshinediaz]

The last night before everyone leaves Hawkins for good—Nancy and Jon to Boston for school and Eddie to California with Argyle to chase his dreams—is the first day of Steve’s future. 

Steve stays behind, doesn’t have the money to leave town just yet, but it’s fine because Robin’s going to wait for him to move to Chicago with her since she’s broke, too. Where one of them goes the other tends to follow and, really, there’s no getting rid of each other after the shit they’ve been through. 

The six of them—and wow, Steve’s never had so many people he knows to be his real friends before; it’s a novelty, one he’s never going to take for granted—stay up till dawn in Joyce’s living room, laughing and reminiscing and making plans to meet for the holidays. 

They’re loud as hell, rambunctious like a couple of kids—and that’s what they are, you know? Just a bunch of big kids who put their lives on hold to save a town that shows them no love and a world they’ve never seen before. They’re going to see it now, though. They’ve got plans. 

Joyce doesn’t care about the noise, anyway, and Hop might pretend to but he can’t hide the smile on his face even as he feigns exasperation. He knows they deserve this little bit of normalcy; a raw blessing in the form of finally being able to say goodbye to the childhood that was stolen from them.

Steve leans close to Eddie’s side, nestles into his ribs right where his bandages used to be. They’ve both healed, yeah, but Steve has no feeling and Eddie’s hypersensitive and it’s cold-hot and good. His face is scarred, with a jagged pink mess on his left cheek and lip, and it makes his smile more crooked now than it ever was before. 

Steve doesn’t care. He’s still gorgeous. 

Eddie lets him close, lets him stay close, as they share one beer and then two, three, four, before they’re in each other’s faces and laughing and teasing and Eddie’s lips are red and his eyes are bright and something chips away at Steve’s heart and he breathes like it’s the first time ever and he wants to kiss Eddie. 

He doesn’t. Not yet. 

Eventually, they move outside to the porch. Jon turns the radio on. He grabs Nancy and they dance to one song after another; Argyle convinces Robin to join him since she skipped out on prom and Steve watches them and laughs with a bubbly pit in his tummy when Eddie takes his hand. 

Eddie tugs him up with a grin and then they’re dancing, too, and the songs go by and the stars twinkle above and all six of them scream the lyrics at the tops of their lungs, grateful to be in the woods where nobody but the people they love can hear them. 

Soon, they tire out. Nancy and Robin get the couch, cuddling together, and Jon and Argyle are a combined lump on the floor with a massive mess of blankets. Steve reaches for Eddie’s hand and they make a pallet together, lay down and lean close and talk the rest of the night—even if Steve’s going to be so tired the next day he can’t keep his eyes open. 

It doesn’t matter. 

Eddie matches him word for word, story for story, promise for promise. He wishes they had more time to nurture this blossoming something between them, but it’s okay for now. It’ll have to be. 

The next morning is a pain. Steve drives with Robin to the end of town, where the six of them say goodbye for a while. Nancy and Jon hug him close, and Argyle gives him a fist bump and a nod, swears he’ll put the number Steve gave him to good use. 

Eddie shuffles close to him, wraps him up tight like he did through the night. Whispers, in his ear, “Don’t be a stranger,” with breath that smells like beer and mint toothpaste, and Steve holds him so tight it’s a wonder neither of them snap in two. 

He could have this, he thinks. He could have Eddie as he is now—a hot, raging wildfire with flames so big they burn everything they touch. Steve isn’t sure he can handle that yet, wants to protect his heart from Eddie’s fire for a little longer and that’s okay. 

They’ve got time. Neither of them are dead, and phone calls are only a few numbers away; Steve can wait while Eddie chases his dreams, can wait for that wildfire to burn down to a simmer. He’s got some living he wants to do first, anyway. They’ll be better for the wait. 

Steve watches them drive away, first Nancy and Jon and then Argyle and Eddie in that ugly van. Eddie hangs his head out the window and watches Steve until neither one of them can see the other anymore. 

It’s bittersweet, seeing them go because he’s going to miss them but he knows why, understands why they’ve got to get out of his town and doesn’t blame them for taking their first chance. He’ll follow soon, he will, but right now he has to take care of a few things before he leaves. There’s time, still. 

Robin slips her hand in his. She says, “The kids want to go to the arcade this afternoon,” around a watery laugh, and Steve nods, laughs too, and turns and walks back to his car. He doesn’t look over his shoulder; he and Robin will be joining the others soon, after all.  

#oh you mean you're perfectly normal about these six? i'm not #can't get over the idea of them defeating that lasagna guy and just. saying goodbye before starting their lives. like they were supposed to #but anyway #ALSO #midnights rewired my brain chemistry because older steddie is my favorite steddie and SOON everyone will see why #till then #steddie #steddie fic #fic thread #my writings

[ladyvillainous]

Steve Rogers - Silent Night

Part of my Christmas Advent Series

Description

Steve takes Holly to a carol concert

Warnings

Christmas themed fluff

Word Count: 969

“Oh my god Steve! Where are we going it’s freezing” Holly whined, practically jogging along in Steve’s wake trying to keep up with his long strides, though even that wasn’t keeping her warm.

“You’re seriously complaining about being cold?” he asked, turning sideways to look at her, confusion flashing across his face when he realised, she wasn’t there but at least 3 paces behind him.

“Sorry” he grinned at her sheepishly, consciously slowing himself down so she could keep up.

Holly huffed, trying to catch her breath, finally falling back into step at his side “It is minus 4 out here” she rubbed her hands together, attempting to bring back the feeling to her numb fingers.

“Slight exaggeration, but why didn’t you bring gloves?” he rolled his eyes, though he still stopped and reached for her hands enclosing them, in his larger warm ones.

Holly sighed, starting to warm up at last “Oh Stevie, you’re always so warm”

He chuckled at the nickname, she only called him that when she wanted something and the way she was looking up at him and batting her eyelashes, he suspected he knew exactly what it was.

 “Fine come here” he barked out a laugh and held open his jacket.

Leaping into his warm body, Holly tucked her arms around his back, underneath his jacket and buried her face in his shirt clad chest, inhaling his cologne with a deep sigh.

He laughed once more, his chest rumbling against her cheek, closing his jacket around her tiny frame to hold her close. He dropped his face to her hair, the scent of jasmine wafting through his nostrils, relaxing him instantly.

Holly chuckled “I really must get you a bottle of my shampoo, though it is a little weird how much you like it”

Steve started guiltily, clearly he hadn’t been as subtle as he thought “Nah Doll I only like it on you”

Holly sneaked a glance up at his smiling face, did he just say he liked the way she smelled. Shaking her head, she admonished herself internally for thinking crazy thoughts, choosing to instead whine into his chest “Can we please go back to the Tower now? It’s warm there”

“No” he sighed “Trust me, it’ll be worth it. I’ll keep you warm I promise”

 Holly reluctantly released him, stepping backwards away from his body heat and into the frigid air, feeling even colder than before. Steve clocked the shiver, taking her hand in his he tugged her down the sidewalk with their hands intertwined, tucked inside his jacket pocket.

Holly felt her face grow red at the contact but prayed the cold flush would hide her reaction.

A block later they stopped outside a small run-down looking church in the middle of Brooklyn, Holly was confused until she spotted the sign declaring tonight’s carol service, due to start in few minutes time. The carollers were already assembled on the front steps, they’d arrived just in time.

Pulling Holly round in front of him Steve tagged them onto the back of the waiting crowd near a wall to protect Holly from the bitter wind. Wrapping his arms around her waist he pulled her backwards into his chest, holding her close to keep her warm. Holly sighed contentedly, resting her head back against his chest, peering up at him with a radiant smile into his upside-down face. He chuckled down at her, resting his head atop hers as the music started.

 Silent night, holy night

All is calm, all is bright

Round yon Virgin, Mother, Mother and Child

Holy infant so tender and mild

Sleep in heavenly peace

Sleep in heavenly peace

They stood quietly listening to the beautiful and eerie sound of the carol echoing around the surprising quiet New York streets completely at peace. Holly’s hands unconsciously crept up and covered Steve’s their fingers interlocking as they huddled together, tightly clasped to one another, neither one wanting to be anywhere else, but to stay right here forever.

Silent night, holy night! Shepherds quake at the sight Glories stream from heaven afar Heavenly hosts sing Alleluia! Christ, the Saviour is born Christ, the Saviour is born

As the song finished, Holly sighed “Thank you Stevie, you were right this was worth braving the cold for”

Steve swallowed nervously, it was now or never “You’re the only one I wanted to bring here Holly”

She peered up at his suddenly serious face, reading the uncertainty in his eyes, taking a deep breath, Holly took a chance, not allowing this moment pass, as so many others had.

Twisting in his arms, Holly rose up on tip toe, her hands sliding up his strong chest to rest on his shoulders. He didn’t once drop his hold on her, enclosing her more securely in his arms as she moved, pulling her closer still, until they stood face to face, his hands splayed across her lower back.

They paused staring into one another’s eyes, the same thought running through both their heads “I’m glad” she whispered at last, leaning in to press her cool lips against his softly.

Steve responded gently at first still unsure, Holly chuckled against his lips, sensing his hesitation. Throwing caution to the wind, she curled a hand into the soft hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him closer to her and pressing her lips firmly against his.

He groaned quietly in response, his lips parting to allow her to slide her tongue into his mouth to dance sensually with his, the kiss deepening further still.

Breathlessly they broke apart, gasping for air, still moulded together, wide smiles on their faces, as they rested their foreheads together.

“I’ve wanted to do that all year” Steve whispered.

“What took you so long?” Holly responded, pulling his lips to hers once more.

#stever rogers #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers fluff #captain america fan fiction #captain america fluff #captain america #avenger #avengers fanfiction #marvel #sfw

[pigeonp0st]

could u do nat taking care of r when r gets sick (pretty please i beg of u)? preferably lots of cuddles 🥺🥺

idk i just love soft!nat 🥺

Natasha Romanoff x Reader #5

Words: 1,689

Warnings: none?

Notes:

I didn’t really like how this one turned out but i’ve finally decided that staring at it in my drafts with disappointed isn’t gonna make it any better...so here it is. Thank you for requesting, and sorry for spelling mistakes. Hope you enjoy!

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It started with a cold. Just a couple of sneezes, a runny nose, and a sore throat...the usual.

It started out with you trying your best to hide it. Hide the sickness. That plan went under the moment Natasha heard you sneeze during training... she had you confessing to your sins much too quickly.

Suffice to say she immediately kicked you out of the training area with demands to take some medicine.

So she was the first to realize that you were sick, and she was the first to realize you were getting worse instead of better. She’d pester you endlessly when you wouldn’t want to talk about it, and watch over you like a hawk.

It was sweet, but you also didn’t think it was necessary. You were sure you’d be fine in three or so days.

How wrong you were.

When you wake up with a 103° fever for the third day in a row it has you layed in bed for the whole day groaning about the inequalities of the world, and begging Natasha not to get a doctor for the 100th time.

You were fine. Totally fine.

Natasha watches you with a mix of amusement and concern from the corner of the room and suggests, gently, that maybe you’re not.

You peak over your covers to glare at her in something like betrayal. “I’d be fine if you’d stop pacing and come cuddle with me.”

She seems to think about her options for a long moment and right when you think she’s going to reject you she relents with a heavy sigh and gets into the bed.

She’s so blissfully cold it has you snuggling into her side immediately, both to warm her up and use her as your own personal ice pack.

“You’re burning up,” Natasha whispers, but she pulls you closer to her—like somehow if she’s close enough she can absorb some of your pain and make you feel just that little bit better. “If your fever rises even a little bit we’re going to the doctors, okay?”

She’s concerned and worried, and even though a stranger fussing over you is the last thing you want you know you have to give her this.

As soon as you nod your head in agreement some of the tension seeps out of her body, much to your relief. As ridiculous as it is, you’re worried about her worried about you—if that makes sense.

“Around 100,000 people died from the flu in 2019,” Natasha mumbles against your forehead. She adds quietly after a moment, “just in case you were wondering.”

You were not wondering. What the fuck.

“Nat...that statistic is mostly old people.”

“Yeah,” Nat agrees, “you’ll be fine.”

And despite your body's protest, and how much of a pain it is to pull away, you do, just so you can give Natasha an incredulous look so she knows just what you think about what she’s doing right now.

Her face is unexpectedly vulnerable when you see it. She isn’t trying to bother you...she’s just…she’s worrying herself crazy.

“Nat,” you sigh, ready to embark on the most comforting and articulate speech you can think of, but a sudden fit of coughs has you turning away hurriedly to muffle your face in a pillow.

When your lungs finally decide to stay in your body for now, and Natasha stops rubbing your back, you’re too tired to try and comfort her, so instead you mumble, on the verge of sleep, “if I die; just know I love you.”

Which, in hindsight, probably doesn’t help much.

But she doesn’t sound worried when she replies, just exasperated and fond. “I love you, too.”

———-

When you wake up again it’s to a bunch of kisses and beautiful red hair.

“Stop attacking me,” you grumble, trying to push her away, but you're not able to hide your smile. God, you love your badass (soft) girlfriend.

“Look who's not dead!”

Remembering your last words to her before you went to sleep has you finally opening your eyes and giving Nat a sheepish smile. Oops. “Look who really wants to get sick…”

“My immune system is stronger than yours,” Natasha scoffs, shoving both your medicine at you and a bottle of water.

“Asshole,” you mumble, moving to open the medicine bottle only to get stopped by a hand on your wrist. “What?”

“You need to eat first.”

Thus, starts the trip towards death.

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“Oh my god, how much farther is it…”

Your fever is finally down and back to safer levels so naturally Natasha has insisted that you’re able to go to the kitchens yourself and sit outside to eat.

You need fresh air, she said.

The room is getting stuffy, she said.

It’ll be good for you, she said.

What a fucking devil.

“You’re literally the most dramatic person to ever grace this earth,” Natasha tells you for only the millionth time since the journey began. “Maybe if you stopped sliding against the wall and crawling on the floor like you got shot three times we’d get there faster.”

“Maybe if you’d help me—”

“I tried! But apparently i’m ruining your image.” She rolls her eyes when she says that, then turns away to grin like she thinks you won’t notice.

You’re a whipped idiot who's decided to make a complete full of yourself and waste what little energy you have just to get your girlfriend to laugh, and to prove to her that you’re doing better.

You’re definitely going to regret this later, but now, in the moment; This is totally worth it. No doubt.

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Wanda is in the kitchen.

As soon as you see her you straighten up and stop leaning on the wall (and limping). Natasha laughs next to you when she notices.

“You’re doing better, Y/N?” Wanda asks, glancing over you before returning back to the soup she’s making. For you. She’s making soup for you.

You adore her. She’s your favorite person, she’s—

“Not your girlfriend,” Wanda interjects, amused, “and doing this as a concerned teammate, and because your girlfriend asked.”

“Yes, well I love you anyways. Your cooking has gotten very good,” you say, shooting her a grin while you practically bounce to the dining chair, in stark contrast to the way you were dragging yourself down the halls.

Natasha does a good job at trying to not look confused, but she clearly is. Unfortunately, or fortunately, Wanda informs her before you get the chance to.

“Favorite person for making you soup?” Natasha asks once Wanda’s done relaying your thoughts. She narrows her eyes at you then. “Not the person who has been taking care of you since you became an avenger, not the person who—”

“It’s very good soup, Nat.”

“Very,” Steve agrees from the living room.

Natasha sighs, takes a sniff of the soup, and resigns herself to the facts she’s faced with. “Yeah...it is.”

——-

“Close your mouth,” Natasha orders, tapping your chin. You listen, waiting patiently for the beep of the thermometer to signal it’s done.

When it does, Natasha pulls it back to study it. There’s a small lapse of anxious silence before Natasha reveals the results. Then...“Ninety-Nine. You’re officially a healthy woman.”

And with that, you’re finally free of the bed rest and able to walk the halls as a newly restored human being.

“I’m free,” you shout, tackling Natasha onto the bed and kissing her all over her face, completely overjoyed. “Natasha, I survived!”

You survived. It only took an exhausting week. When your fever went down a couple of days ago it spiked to 105° a bit after and you were sure you were going to suffocate in Natasha’s worry because of it. You had to go to the medical room...it was awful.

But now Nat laughs, and laughs, and then pulls you into a tight hug to stop all of the kissing. She seems to be unburdened and lighter now that she finally has the numbers she’s wanted.

“Loving you as much as I do is really just living in this constant state of worry and fear,” Natasha says when you’ve both settled down. “I do not like things being out of my control,” she admits, kissing the crown of your head. “Especially when it involves my heart.”

“Your heart,” you repeat, curious. “Is that what I am?”

“Ignoring the worry and fear part?” Natasha teases, quirking an eyebrow.

“We both know those feelings are accompanied with a multitude of good and beautiful emotions. I feel them too.”

Natasha smiles then, soft and gentle, and full of admiration. “Yes.”

You tilt your head. “Yes...what?”

“Yes, you are my heart. Or at least you feel like you are.”

At that, with a determination and seriousness that visibly shocks Natasha you say, “i’ll protect it. I’ll protect myself, and because you're mine also, I'll help protect you. Always.”

��Always,” Natasha agrees, her fingertips trailing across your cheek. “Thank you, Y/N.”

“Yeah,” you mumble, embarrassed suddenly, “of course.”

————

“Are...are you serious?”

Natasha scowls into her tea and says nothing in response. This is fucking hilarious.

Your lovely girlfriend doesn’t seem to think so because the second she sees your face struggling not to laugh she begins glaring at you. “Don’t,” Nat warns. “Don’t you fucking dare—”

“I seem to recall you saying, and I quote, ‘my immune system is stronger than yours.’” You grin. “Oh how ironic this is.”

“I’m not sick—”

“Aw, but baby, the amount of tissues on the floor seem to be saying otherwise,” you gesture towards the growing pile, feeling absolutely no sympathy until Natasha glances at the pile with a sigh of defeat. She looks so small and sad covered in her pile of blankets...it simply won’t do. “Don’t fret, my love. I will take care of you, just as you took care of me,” you assure her, leaning down to kiss her forehead.

“First things first,” you tilt her chin up, “i’ll get Wanda to make you some soup so you can take some medicine.”

“I hate the world,” Natasha grumbles, mumbling some curses in russian.

“I love you, too.”

#marvel x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #black widow x reader #black widow #black widow x y/n #black widow x you #fem reader #natasha x you #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha imagine #natasha x y/n #nat x reader #natasha romanoff #natasha x reader #marvel x female reader #marvel x you #marvel x y/n #female reader #imagine #black widow imagine #x y/n

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Billy and Steve just cuddling after Billy had a hard time with his dad 🥺

Oooh thank you for the cute request!

I'm not positive why it went in the direction it did but I hope you like it!

If anyone has any more requests, please feel free to send them in. I will try my best. <3 CW: implied/referenced abuse, implied/referenced child abuse, (nothing too graphic/major, Steve just makes some inferences) minor injuries

At first, Steve isn’t sure what startles him awake late one Tuesday night. He doesn’t remember what he was dreaming about, but with the way his heart is racing it's not hard to guess that it was probably a nightmare. He scans his room, everything looks normal. The walls are still ugly, the christmas lights are still on.

There’s no sign of danger.

Until there is.

He hears a quiet scraping shuffling sound from outside his window.

Steve rolls out of bed, grabs the bat from where it leans against his nightstand, and silently crosses over to the window in one fluid practiced movement.

He takes a deep breath, grips the handle of the bat tighter, and peeks out past the curtains.

All the fight leaves him with a sigh at the sight of a familiar figure climbing up to his window.

He puts the bat away, pulls open the curtains, and slides open the window.

Billy grins at him when he climbs through, landing quiet and catlike on the carpeted floor.

“King Steve.” He greets, his voice a quiet rumble. “You waiting up for me princess?”

The skin around Billy’s left eye is red and puffy, Steve knows it’ll be purple by morning.

Steve doesn’t rise to the teasing in Billy’s words.

They go back and forth like that sometimes, both poking at each other, finding the sore spots and dancing around them. It’s good, it makes everything they’re both dealing with feel less serious. Less overwhelming. Less like it’ll crush him at any moment.

Steve needs that sometimes. He’s pretty sure Billy does too.

But not right now. Steve doesn’t want to do that tonight, not when Billy’s hurt is so fresh.

Steve sighs. His fingers twitch at his sides.

He still doesn’t know how to handle these sorts of nights. He wants to take Billy into the bathroom, take care of his injuries, then wrap him up in bed and hold him close until they both hurt less.

But if Billy’s not in the mood to be looked after, he’ll leave if Steve tries.

Steve needs Billy not to leave. Not before he’s had a chance to do anything, to help at all.

Billy pokes the skin between Steve’s furrowed eyebrows with a calloused finger.

“Stop thinking so hard Pretty Boy.” Billy murmurs, his hand shifting to cup Steve’s cheek. “It’s not your strong suit.”

Steve rolls his eyes.

“Asshole.” He mutters as he leans in to press his lips to Billy’s.

Billy sighs into the kiss, leans into it, his leaning body a solid comforting weight against Steve’s chest. His hand trembles where it rests against Steve’s cheek.

That means tonight was bad then, Steve thinks.

They never talk about it, not really, but Steve knows some of these nights are worse than others.

Billy can take a punch, he can take the physical abuse. He endures it so readily that it sometimes seems to roll off his psyche like water off a duck.

It’s when his dad gets talkative that the whole thing really gets to Billy.

He’s never told Steve what exactly it is his dad says that leaves him feeling like this. Steve isn’t sure if he’s allowed to ask.

Steve pulls away from the kiss, from lips that follow him when he first pulls away. He covers Billy’s hand on his cheek with his own, and looks Billy in the eye, and tries to figure out the things Billy can’t tell him right now.

He laces their fingers together, steps away. He feels cold without Billy pressed up against him.

He uses their linked hands to gently pull Billy with him over to the bed.

He’s pretty sure Billy doesn’t want to be looked at in the bright lights of the bathroom tonight, so cuddling in Steve’s dim bedroom will have to be enough.

Steve lays down on the side of the bed closer to the door, because he knows Billy gets antsy if he has to have his back to a door. He pulls Billy in close, wanting the feeling of him against his chest again. He wraps an arm around Billy’s broad shoulders, uses his other hand to pull him in for another kiss. Billy follows Steve's gentle guidance easily, eagerly, melting into each touch.

Steve pulls away from Billy’s lips, peppers the rest of his face with kisses. Kisses the freckles on his cheeks and the tip of his nose and his forehead and his jaw. Everywhere, anywhere. He pets through soft golden hair.

Billy’s eyes flutter closed, his breath shakes out of him, he leans into every point of contact they share.

“Stevie.” Billy whispers, and there’s too much there.

Too many feelings packed into too small a word. Feelings too big and plentiful for the small skin warm space between them. Steve imagines all of the too much spilling out from the cramped space between them, sliding off his bed and slipping out the crack in the window and the space under his door. Disappearing out into the endless night that Steve’s sure is just beyond this one small warm space they’ve created between them.

He squeezes Billy tighter, buries his face in soft golden curls.

He hopes it’s enough, hopes Billy understands. That it’s as clear to him as all those things Billy says without really saying are clear to Steve.

Me too.

The night can’t last forever. It wont, no matter how much it feels like it will sometimes.

Morning is going to come, Billy will have to leave.

Eventually they’re going to have to figure out a way to actually say this stuff.

But for now, for this moment and this night, it’s enough. He thinks. It’s enough to hold each other and say these things without saying them.

It’s enough, because it has to be.

These feelings are too big for either of them, they aren’t ready to deal with them. Not yet.

#harringrove #steve harrington #billy hargrove #stranger things #cuddling #hurt/comfort #fic request #implied abuse cw #implied child abuse cw #minor injury cw #i might clean this up and/or add to it a bit and post it to ao3 eventually #this is the closest i've ever managed to successfully writing a one shot #xD i am long winded and i always make things more complicated than necessary

[wicked-mind]

Betrayed: Chapter Three

Summary: Everybody thought Steve’s sister had passed away decades ago. But when you show up at the facility and try to attack Bucky, there are questions to be answered.

Word count: 5.2k

Warning: A bit of violence, talk of kidnapping and torture, talk of surgery, a hint of PTSD

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NOTE: I would like to thank everybody for your support. As I previously said, this is the first time posting any sort of creative writing on any platform. As a thank you, I'll be releasing two chapters today (3/19/21). Again, any feedback is appreciated. Enjoy (:

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CHAPTER THREE- The Truth

It had been about 6 months since Y/N arrived at at the facility. She liked it here. She was able to get to know who her brother was now, hearing about his stories. He was careful to try and leave Bucky out of it as much as possible, but sometimes he would come up. The more Steve talked about Bucky, the less Y/N would flinch at his name. It’s like Steve was replacing that bad memory of him taking her with new ones about how Bucky had redeemed himself, sacrificing everything to help protect the universe from Thanos.

“I always imagined you like this, Steve.” Y/N had said to him one day, gesturing at him as she listened to his stories, “Even though you were five foot, four inches and weighed nothing, I always knew this was the real you.” She smiled, at him, to which Steve laughed and replied, “I’m glad someone saw passed my height.”

Y/N trained with Clint and Wanda. Although Y/N and Clint had a bit of a rough start with the arrow thing as well as calling her a vampire, they became friends quickly. Joking at one another often, especially during training. He had nicknamed her ‘Little Vampire’. Her abilities began to hone in, and she hadn’t had an outburst of violence since the night she arrived. Besides her brother, Wanda was the person Y/N was closest with. They even shared a bedroom now, and others in the neighboring bedrooms often heard laughing throughout the night coming from the bedroom. They did almost everything together. Train, eat, watch movies, occasionally go shopping. Wanda even taught Y/N how to drive, testing out the fast cars on the long stretch of road leading to the facility.

There was still one problem though. Bucky. Y/N couldn’t be in the same room as Bucky, which everybody noticed. For the first few months, when Bucky entered a room that Y/N was in or vice versa, the room would get quiet. It was like there was a stare down between the two. Y/N would tense up, her red eyes locking on Bucky. Out of respect and guilt, Bucky always left the room, even if he was there first. He caused her enough pain for a lifetime, he didn’t want to be a constant reminder of the worst time of her life. He owed her that much. At least he could hear her laugh with Wanda. Sometimes he would stay awake at night, either laying in his bed or standing outside her door and listening to her laugh. He missed Y/N’s laugh so much. He used to hear it almost everyday growing up, watching her smile. Her joy was always infections to others, especially him. He often wondered when the last time she laughed was. He was sure she didn’t laugh until she came here and met Wanda. The first time he heard her laugh while Y/N has been here, he smiled, standing around a corner as he listened to Wanda and Y/N watch the cheesy Captain America movie. Bucky wished more than anything he could join in the laughter. He wanted to feel the warmth that Y/N always brought him, but knew he wasn’t what she needed or wanted right now.

After about 4 months, they were able to be in the same room. Bucky had been sitting at the kitchen bar, talking to Steve about how he could fix things and help Y/N. When speak of the devil, she walked in alone. Usually her and Wanda were always together, but this time she was alone. She paused when she entered, staring at Bucky who was looking back to her. She then moved to the fridge, grabbing out some grape juice. Her favorite. Wanda made sure it was on the list every week just for her, and if she forgot to put it on the list, Bucky would scribble it down. She grabbed a glass out of a cupboard. She was facing Bucky, but not looking at him. She was focused on her task of getting juice. As she poured, her eyes flicker to meet his gaze. She quickly looked back down until her glass was full. She put the grape juice back in its spot in the fridge, picking up her glass. Her eyes flickered between Steve and Bucky. She gave a soft smile but it faded quickly as she left back the way she came, returning to her room.

Once Steve was sure she was out of earshot, he turned to Bucky, raising his eyebrows, “Progress.” He said with a smile. It was nothing compared to how much Bucky was grinning. This was the first time he had been able to get her to actually look at him, not stare him down or glare like he was her enemy. She even smiled a little bit, probably at Steve, but Bucky was taking it as a win. For the first time in the last four months, he felt hope in being able to be Y/N’s friend again. But he wouldn’t push it, he would wait for her.

Two months later, present time, it was time to answer the hard questions. Steve sat down on his sister’s bed beside her. Wanda had some idea of what happened, as Y/N talked about the trauma to her most. That and the fact Wanda could see inside her head, but only ever did it with Y/N’s permission.

“Y/N, tell us everything you remember.” Steve said, looking at his sister. He needed to know what was done to her, where, and if there were any remaining Hydra agents. He needed to know if there were anymore enhanced humans Hydra could have made.

Y/N looked at her brother, then to Wanda, then to the floor letting out a sigh. She had been dreading. She put her face in her hands, then slowly ran them up through her blonde hair. She hated talking about it, but knew Steve had given her enough time to process her new home.

“Bucky sent me a letter, saying he was coming home from deployment. He set up a date and where to meet. I was so excited to keep our promise.” Y/N swallowed hard, “When we met, he greeted me. He smiled, but there was no emotion in his eyes. I figured it was from the war, you know, needing to adjust. I was just happy he was safe. We talked for a moment, before walking down the street. It was dark, the street lamps were out which I thought was odd. Then suddenly, he grabbed me, pulling me into the trunk of a car. I was in that trunk for what felt like days,” She paused, pushing past the pain it was causing her, “Then, we were outside this bunker. It was snowing, cold. I didn’t know where we were. He took my hood off, holding my arm as he lead me through the doors. I was watched by all these men, wearing a red octopus with a skull on their uniforms. He handed me to them, practically throwing me into their grasp. I looked back at him, pleading for help. He ignored me and followed as the men took me to this medical chamber and strapped me down on a cold table. I could see the medical instruments on a tray. They had these syringes filled with red liquid. I screamed for Bucky to help me, for anybody to help me. Nobody did.. They gagged me and began. I couldn’t tell you what they did, I closed my eyes until I passed out from pain, after seeing Bucky leave the room. I do remember though before I passed out, up in the gallery that overlooked the room, red eyes staring at me.” Y/N said softly, looking at Steve.

“The rest of it is a little blurry. I think I’ve blocked it out of my mind after I was made into this, knowing I wouldn’t want to remember. Then, after a few years, something happened. I remember I was called back to that bunker. There were two others with red eyes. They put us in these steel coffin type things.” Y/N paused, before chuckling a little bit which shocked Steve, “Don’t tell Clint that, it’ll just make the vampire thing a little too real for him.” She joked for a moment, but not hearing any laughter she sighed and continued, “They put us to sleep. When I woke up, seven months ago, it took days of punching that steel coffin until I was able to get it open.” She traced the silver scars on her knuckles, remembering blood, although there wasn’t much pain, “But that wasn’t the end of the it. Wherever they put me, I was buried. I had to claw my way through dirt, grass, and two feet of snow until I saw grey skies. It was snowing. I fled to the nearest city, hiding in an abandoned building. I could feel something in my brain, trying to tell me to go back and sleep. I itched at the spot until I could feel my skull and stole a drill from a nearby family. I drilled out the spot of my skull, then pried the chip out with my fingers. I left it in that building.” Y/N was now staring at the wall as she spoke, her face emotionless. She knew Wanda was watching her memories vividly, wincing as she watched the process of taking the chip out, “It didn’t take long after that for me to see your face everywhere, and the face of the Avengers. I had to find you and I did. You know the rest from there.”

It was silent in the room for a minute. Steve was holding back some tears hearing about his sister’s torture with Hydra, not wanting her to see. Wanda had the saddest look on her face, feeling like she was there herself through Y/N’s memories. Steve broke the silence, “Thank you for telling me,” He said, putting a hand on his sister’s back. He didn’t want to make her relive this, but he got the information him and the team needed. There were more of these red-eyes buried somewhere, just waiting to escape.

What they didn’t know, is Bucky was outside the door, listening to every word Y/N said. He felt nauseous hearing her stories. The sweet woman he knew.. She had been taken and forced into this traumatic life. Taken by his own hand. A tear ran down his cheek which he quickly wiped away. When she was done talking, he stood up and went back to his own room before they could catch him eavesdropping. He felt full of rage at Hydra but more importantly at himself. No wonder she tried to kill him. Half of him wishes she did, he deserved it and maybe it would’ve brought her more peace. But the other half of him was glad she did save him, wanting to prove himself to her that he wasn’t that person and that he was the same Bucky Y/N remembered from watching their sunrise.

After Steve had shared the information for the team, they decided to mobilize and search out this base. It would be at most a week they were gone. Everybody was going, besides Y/N, Bucky, and Clint who had promised his family not to go into any more dangerous missions unless absolutely necessary. Y/N pleaded with Steve not to go, or at least leave Wanda behind with her. But Steve had told his sister they needed to go, make sure everything was safe, and Wanda needed to go as well as she had seen the bunker and its layout in her head. Reluctantly, Y/N agreed.

Two days into the longest week of her life since she had been back, Y/N sat on her bed, missing her friends and her brother. She had skipped training with Clint, mostly staying in her room and listening to music Wanda had showed her. It made her happy listening to music. Sometimes Wanda and Y/N would blast the music in their room, dancing together and laughing. They were some of her happiest moments since she’s been at the facility.

On the third night, Y/N went out into the kitchen to have herself some leftover soup. She waited as it heated in the microwave, freezing when she heard another person enter the room. She slowly turned, only to lock eyes with blue eyes she had hated for so long. Bucky stopped and looked at her, before speaking softly to break the silence, “Sorry.. I’ll come back later.” He said, turning to leave, breaking their eye contact. Then a miracle happened.

“It’s fine, I’m almost done..” Y/N said softly, turning back to watch the timer on the microwave. Bucky stood there staring at her. This is the first thing she had said to him since she healed the bite on his neck. His heart leaped in his chest, hearing her acknowledge him. It was just adding to the hope that one day they could be back to friends again. Her voice was like soft music to his ears, so sweet. He didn’t approach her, just took a seat. He didn’t want to get too close to her and make her uncomfortable and take back this progress of her speaking to him. He thought of her like a scared animal. If he moved the progress too fast then she would run. He watched as she grabbed the bowl from the microwave, a spoon, and a napkin. Then Y/N retreated back to her room, not saying another word. She shut the door behind her.

Bucky smiled to himself, “Progress.” He said softly, making himself a sandwich and heading back to his room. He felt accomplished. She had actually spoken to him, directly to him. Alone. She didn’t run, or attack him. Bucky viewed this as a big step towards reaching his goal of having Y/N trust him again.

In the early morning hours, Y/N had a nightmare. A bad one. She was seeing the faces of those she hurt, those she killed. Then it changed to her punching herself out of that metal coffin, screaming to be free, digging through the rough earth trying to find air. She tossed and turned, sweating, before letting out a scream. The scream woke Clint and Bucky up, who now stood outside her door in the hallway looking at each other as they heard her whimpering and screaming from the other side.

“Okay, you go in.” Clint said, looking at Bucky.

Bucky looked at Clint in disbelief, “Are you kidding? She hates me. Well, I think we are one level down from hate because she talked to me, but still. At least she likes you, you go in.” He countered

Clint shook his head, “Nope. Nu-uh. After hearing about the coffin thing, I’m still not convinced she isn’t a vampire.” He whispered softly, “Vampire beats human every time. You got the superhuman stuff, if she bites you at least we know what happens. If she bites me, I may die quicker than she’s willing to give me her blood.” He said, “Plus you're stronger and she scares me a little.”

Bucky opened his mouth to argue, but was silenced by another muffled scream. He glared at Clint before opening the door. If this took back the new progress he had just made with Y/N, he wouldn’t know what to do. He peeked in her room, seeing Y/N laying on the bed, clutching her pillow so hard that it starting spitting feathers out of the seams. It pained him to see her like this. He could see tears down her visible cheek, the pain on her face.

“Y/N?” He asked softly, not wanting to touch her yet, just wanting to wake her gently. It didn’t work though, she didn’t wake. Bucky slowly moved to the side of her bed, sitting at the edge next to her. He slowly reached his hand out to touch her and paused, wondering if he should. But then he heard Y/N whimper again, letting out a half sob half scream. His instincts took over and he grabbed her quickly, pulling her into his chest and holding her tight. She gripped onto his shirt, her nails ripping through and digging into his chest. Bucky winced, but it was worth it to hold her, trying to calm her, “I got you, Y/N. You’re safe… It’s all over, I got you.” He whispered towards her ear, noting the scar behind her left ear. He knew exactly what it was from. The sobbing stopped, as did the screaming. He looked down at her face to see the red eyes staring at him. He paused, wondering what was going to happen. Would she attack him? Push him away? He wouldn’t blame her for either of those options. He just wanted to be there for Y/N, let her know she was safe.

Y/N stayed silent for quite a while, just staring at Bucky’s eyes. The way he looked at her was familiar. His eyes weren’t emotionless. She saw his sadness, worry, guilt.

“Bucky..” She whispered finally, breaking the silence.

Bucky’s heart melted, listening to her say his name without rage in her voice. She said his name like she did before he left for deployment, but with a little more sadness in her voice. Then she curled into him more, which made his heart melt again. He willingly pulled her closer, “I got you, Doll,” He said as he ran his hand through her hair, “You’re safe. You never have to do those things again.” He knew exactly what she was dreaming about when it came to the faces. He had the same nightmares for a long time, unable to sleep for months because of it. He held her until she was asleep, gently placing her back into bed and pulling the covers over her body. He sat on Wanda’s bed, watching her all night. Every couple hours, Y/N would wake up and look over at him as if to make sure Bucky was still there, before going back to sleep, pressing her face into her pillow.

In the morning, Clint called Bucky into the briefing room to get an update from the rest of the team. They had to break down the steel doors to the bunker to get in, but didn’t find any evidence of any survivors or the remaining red-eyes. They were going to search the area a little more before heading back home. They also wanted to try and find the chip that Y/N had clawed out of her brain seven months ago to try and see if they could get any information off that.

As the sun hit her face, Y/N’s eyes opened slowly, looking around the room. She was alone. She started to wonder if it was all just a dream that Bucky was there, holding her, keeping an eye on her. It had felt too real to be a dream. She sat up slowly, noticing the feathers on her sheets. Definitely not a dream, she concluded. She dragged herself out of bed and made her way to the bathroom to shower.

Y/N stood still as the warm water hit her back. Her mind racing a million miles per hour as she thought about last night with Bucky. He came in to help her, and she accepted it. She shook her head, bringing her hands to her face. She couldn’t believe she did that. She let him in, giving him a chance. Her traumatic time with Hydra had made her hate him. But Y/N knew that somewhere, inside herself, she knew the truth that he was still the Bucky she remembered. She didn’t want to trust him, to let him in. It was easier if she didn’t because then he couldn’t betray her trust again. She sunk to the floor of the shower, pushing her back against the tile wall, and cried.

After about a half hour of crying in the shower, she finished washing her hair and herself and finally stepped out, wrapping the towel around herself. She stared at herself in the mirror as she ran the brush through her hair. Looking around the bathroom, she cursed under her breath as she realized she forgot a change of clothes. She would have to scurry back to her room with the towel wrapped around her.

She opened the door and started to walk back to her room, but stopped as she saw Bucky at the end of the hallway, looking at her with those damn blue eyes. Y/N looked down, turning and disappearing into her bedroom, shutting the door behind her.

Bucky stood there, he had looked her over as she stood frozen for a moment. Noting all the small silver scars across her pale body that he could see. She had many on her shoulders and legs. Some of them looked like scars of bites, like someone had bit her over and over again. They were along her shoulders also ran up her legs until they disappeared under the towel secured around her body. It made him sad to see her like that. He remembered she only had a few scars when they were younger, from dumb instances like falling off a bike or falling when she ran to keep up with him. But now, she was covered in scars. He sighed as she left without a sound to him, wondering if the progress they had made disappeared.

The next few days, Y/N stayed in her room, only coming out to train with Clint and get food. The rest of the time she sat on her bed, reading or listening to music. The team were supposed to be back tomorrow and Y/N couldn’t wait to see Wanda and her brother. It felt like she hadn’t seen them in months. She had gotten so used to them being around all the time that she didn’t know she would miss them this much when they were gone on a mission. There weren’t many phone calls, just quick check-ins with Clint.

She finally pulled herself out of bed, throwing on some black leggings and a dark blue shirt. She brushed her hair and teeth in the bathroom, before making her way to the kitchen. She grabbed herself a bowl of cereal and moved to the living room, turning on the tv to watch some dumb reality show that filled the silence around her. She noticed Bucky and Clint walk into the kitchen, they must’ve been training. They were both discussing who won their sparring as they grabbed water bottles out of the fridge.

“I see you...”

The sound made Y/N jump. It sounded like it was right in her ear. She looked around, looked behind her to see Bucky and Clint still talking. She put her bowl on the coffee table, turning off the tv. She stood, looking around slowly, her forehead wrinkles in frustration and focus as she tried to figure out where the voice came from. She wondered around, looking down hallways.

“Y/N...”

The voice came again, singing her name in a soft whisper. Y/N jumped and turned, but nobody was there. She didn’t even notice Bucky and Clint were now watching her, confused by her movements.

The voice softly started humming, the sound felt like someone was right in her ears.

“Little Vampy, you okay?” Clint called from the kitchen, his brow furrowed as he watched what was unfolding. Both Clint and Bucky had started moving towards her.

“Little Vampy, huh?” The voice came again, whispering right in her ear. It was deep, a male’s voice. It almost sounded like it was teasing her, “Idiot.” It chuckled and resumed humming.

Y/N turned quickly again at the whisper only to find nobody standing there, her eyes confused but also panicked. She listened to the humming, slowly walking passed Bucky and Clint. She pushed passed Bucky, her arm brushing against his but she didn’t seem to notice. She stopped at a window, staring out it as the humming continued.

“Y/N.” Bucky said, breaking the silence, curious and concerned of what was going on with her. It was like she was almost in a trance.

Y/N silently looked out the window for a moment, the voice that was humming slowly disappearing. She turned and looked at Bucky, her red eyes panicked, “Somethings here..” She said softly, almost a whisper.

Bucky and Clint immediately went on the defense, pulling up motion trackers of the facility but finding nothing except themselves. They searched the whole facility, every nook and cranny, but found nothing. Y/N hid in her room, the curtains shut. The humming had gone away, and she was left with her own thoughts. She sat silently in the room, curled up in one of the corners behind a chair. It was like she was hiding from whatever she was hearing even though it was now gone.

Bucky and Clint entered her room, confused seeing nothing at first which made them panic a little. Bucky scanned the room, tense. Where had she gone? Was she taken? He shouldn’t have left her alone.. But then he saw the red eyes peer out from behind the chair at him and gave a sigh of relief.

“We couldn’t find anything, Y/N.” Clint said, folding his arms, “Why would you think something is here?” He questioned, confused on why him and Bucky just went on an empty scavenger hunt.

Y/N’s eyes flickered from Bucky to Clint as he spoke, not leaving the safety of the corner on the floor, “I heard him. He’s here.. somewhere.”

“Heard him? Heard who?” Bucky asks, moving to sit on the edge of Y/N’s bed, trying to make her more comfortable by letting her know he was here for her.

“I don’t know who.” She said, staring Bucky in the eyes, “It was familiar, his voice. He said my name, was listening to your conversation in the kitchen. He knew where we were and what we were doing. He was right in my ears…” Y/N moved her hands back to grip the sides of her head, “Whispering…” She mutters, then looked up at Clint, “He called you an idiot.”

“Well, I already don’t like him.” He said, folding his arms, “We will keep an eye on the motion sensors, do checks of the facility throughout the day just to be sure. I’ll send an update to the rest of the team. They should be back soon with the chip.” Clint informed, leaving the room promptly.

Bucky stayed in the room, sitting there silently. He wanted to ask Y/N if there was anything she needed, but he was cautious. He didn’t want to get too close. He didn’t want to push Y/N. They sat there in silence for what felt like hours, but was really only one. Y/N picked herself up off the floor, looking at Bucky, then looking around the room as if to make sure it was safe. She could feel Bucky’s eyes on her, watching her closely to try and get a read on how she was doing.

“I’m fine, Bucky..” Y/N finally said, her eyes eyes locking with his, before exiting her own bedroom. She went back to grab her bowl of now soggy cereal from the coffee table. She took it to the sink, pouring it down the drain and turning the disposal on for a moment to shred the cereal. She washed her bowl and spoon, then set them on a towel to dry. Y/N placed her hands on the edge of the counter, staring at the granite. What was she hearing inside her head? Who was it and why did it sound so familiar? She had clawed that chip out of her brain over half a year ago, she shouldn’t be hearing the voices. She wondered if she was slowly going insane, if it was the voices of those she killed catching up to her.

“Y/N,” It was Bucky’s voice behind her, but she didn’t move from where she stood, still staring at the granite, “I know you would prefer to talk to Wanda or Steve…. but you can talk to me while they’re not here…” He said softly, wanting to understand what was going on in her head. He wanted to help her.

“I feel like I’m going insane…” Y/N said, eyes still studying the granite as she kept her back to him, “Or being haunted. I feel like my mind isn’t safe.”

Bucky nodded slowly, “It’s the guilt, Y/N. You were forced to do terrible things to people. It wasn’t you. You’d never do that.” He said, moving closer to her.

Y/N shook her head, scoffing at his words, “I would do that. I bit you. I threw Steve. I am capable of violence, I was trained for it.” Her hands gripped the edge of the counter harder, it was starting to crack under her strength. Pieces of fractured granite pierced into her palms, causing droplets of her blood to run down the cupboards to the floor.

Bucky quickly moved when he heard the splintering granite and seeing the blood, pulling Y/N away from the counter, forcing her to look him in the face as his arms held hers, “Y/N. You were trained, yes. You did awful things, yes. But it wasn’t you. You are Y/N Rogers. The girl who loves dancing, adores sunflowers, and hates coffee.” He reminded, “You are letting yourself feel the guilt for something you had no control over. You wouldn’t have done those things if you had a choice. You need to take all that sadness, frustration, and guilt and let it go.” He urged. He knew what she was going through. He dealt with the emotions for a long time, his ghosts haunting him ruthlessly. But he had come to accept the things he couldn’t change, and work to make up for his mistakes everyday.

Y/N stared at him, allowing him to hold her arms, listening to his words. He was the only one who knew what it was like to do the things she had done without having control of yourself. She finally spoke, sadness in her eyes, “I may still love the same things, but I don’t feel like the same person.” She told him, moving away from his grasp and retreating back to her bedroom.

Bucky cleaned up the blood and the splinters of granite on the floor for her after she was gone. He was hoping she would think about his words, accepting them eventually. She couldn’t keep torturing herself and needed to come to terms with what happened to her. She needed to accept and move on into a better life like he had. He had faith she could do it.

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[ptergwen]

can u do a peter x stark! reader headcanon where the avengers decide to go on a long roadtrip where tony rents out this fancy ass bus for everyone to ride in. omg and like their 'gas station orders'. <3

i love this 🥺

tony decided the team could use a break

not just a regular week off, but a road trip away from everything

including your work phones so fury can’t call

it’s almost noon when you all pile onto the bus

bruce is driving because no one else wanted to

tony is up at the front with steve in the seat next to his

nat and wanda are behind tony

sam and bucky are behind steve

thor took two whole rows to himself

you and peter are all the way in the back

he lets you have the window seat so you can see all the pretty stuff outside

the only condition is that you take a few pictures for him

you both listen to some music to drown out sam and bucky playing concentration

sharing your earbuds ofc

peter ends up falling asleep on you

you’re not really sure how between the game and thor’s surprisingly loud snoring

his head is on your shoulder, and yours is on the window

the bus seats actually recline all the way, but you don’t want to wake him up

every seat has its own tv too

nat and wanda use theirs to watch america’s next top model

your dad is currently annoying bruce

he has an arm slung around his shoulders and he’s telling a story you can’t hear

bruce threatens to hulk out on him, so he quickly gets back to his seat

steve gives him his famous look of disappointment

peter wakes up when everyone is deciding where they actually want to go

you kind of winged this whole trip

sam suggests vegas, which steve shuts down because of “the kids”

thor says something about a little planet you can’t make out the name of

he’s probably sleep talking

tony claps his hands together all of a sudden

“grand canyon? y/n? peter? grand canyon?”

you give him two thumbs up, peter still rubbing his eyes

“sounds good, mr. stark”

it’ll take a while to get there, but that’s fine with everyone

peter gets up to use the fancy bathroom on your bus

like, it even has a small shower

you’re not sure how your dad finds these things

maybe he just invented it himself

he’s facetiming pepper and morgan right now

they couldn’t come because morgan has a cold

it would’ve felt like a family vacation if they were here, so you’re kinda down about it

peter notices your mood change when he gets back

he frowns and pulls you into his side

you lay your head on his chest

“what’s up, baby? you want a snack or something?”

that finally wakes thor up

“did somebody say snack?”

tony realizes he did everything but stock the fridge

he has bruce pull up at a gas station

nat and wanda offer to go in for everyone

nat takes orders

tony wants one of those packages of cheese and nuts

steve asks for a slim jim and a “can of pop”

sam and bucky split funyuns and their own box of cosmic brownies

thor requests a fresh fruit salad, emphasis on fresh

bruce jokes about getting a red bull, but nat tells him absolutely not

peter gets a three musketeers and slushee

you get your own slushee and a donut

everyone feasts on their lunch

tony fills you in on how morgan is

he says she’s not too bad and she told you specifically to have fun

that makes you feel better

peter presses a quick kiss to your cheek, you somehow curling more into him

you give him a peck on his lips

he tastes like chocolate and ends up blushing

“not in front of your dad!”

it ends up being maybe your favorite trip ever

#tom holland #peter parker fluff #peter parker x stark!reader #tony stark #peter parker imagine

[wintervvidow]

apricity pt. two

apricity - the warmth of the sun in winter

warnings: angst, blood, violence,

pairing: bucky barnes x female oc

word count: 2,956

A/N: part two is here! I did unintentionally rush through this chapter because I am so excited to start the civil war segment of this story. feedback is welcomed, let me know how you are liking it! thank you for reading!

MASTERLIST

Bucky’s cheek stung after the third slap from Pierce, the flesh bright red and warm to the touch. He continued fighting his restraints as he had been for the past hour. He had just been wiped, HYDRA needed to start fresh. Sweat trickled from his hairline to his jugular as he yanked and squirmed in the chair.

Alexander lost his patience an hour ago, Bucky hadn’t stopped talking about the girl on the bridge, “She doesn’t love you! If she did, she would have come back for you. We’re trying to correct the world, and we need you to do that. You want to be useful, don’t you?”

Bucky stared ahead emotionless, ignoring Pierce’s words. She loved him. Her eyes told him so, the look on her face from the bridge continued to haunt him even after being reprogrammed. He knew her. She was good. She was home.

A hand came down against Bucky's face again, harder than the last, “You are an asset. She is what we are fighting against. The world deserves freedom and that is what HYDRA is doing. You don’t do your part and I can’t do mine.”

Bucky softly murmured, voice raw from screaming, “But I knew her.”

Alexander clenched his fist as he stood from his chair placed in front of Bucky, “Wipe him again.”

Soon the air was filled with Bucky’s screams again, torturous and raw. Brock Rumlow looked on in silence, taking in the sight before him. This, he could work with.

~

The team consisting of Florence, Steve, Natasha, Sam, Maria, and Fury were littered throughout the vacant underground room, lights dim and the air heavy with stale humidity. Steve and Sam stood while the remaining few were seated at a long conference table. Fury had documents scattered in front of him, Maria with a laptop, typing away intently.

Fury held an image of Pierce from the ’80s in his hand, “This man declined the Nobel Peace Prize. He said peace wasn’t an achievement, it was a responsibility.” Fury threw the picture onto the table, “See, it’s stuff like this that gives me trust issues.”

Natasha speaks from her chair next to her fellow redheaded friend, a solemn expression on her face, “We have to stop the launch.” Alexander was planning on using Project Insight, which consisted of three helicarriers that patrolled the Earth to eliminate threats, deployed after the Battle of New York, only this time it was being planned to be used as a way for HYDRA to eliminate any threats to themselves. The operation was now turned against them.

Fury looked at Natasha with an eyebrow raised, “I don’t think the Council’s accepting my calls anymore.” He flipped open a briefcase, revealing three data chips.

Behind Florence, Sam spoke with arms crossed tightly over his chest, “What’s that?”

Maria flipped her laptop around, showing the team a diagram of data, “Once the helicarriers reach 3,000 feet, they’ll triangulate with Insight satellites, becoming fully weaponized.”

“We need to breach those carriers and replace their targeting blades with our own.” Fury gestured to the case in front of him.

Maria flipped her laptop back around, “One or two won’t cut it. We need to link all three carriers for this to work because if even one of those ships remains operational, a whole lot of people are gonna die.” The entire team grimaced.

All eyes were on Fury as he spoke, “We have to assume everyone on those carriers is HYDRA. We have to get past them, insert these server blades. And maybe, just maybe we can salvage what’s left.”

Florence and Steve shared a look, Florence knew Steve wouldn’t let that happen, “We’re not salvaging anything. We’re not just taking down the carriers, Nick. We’re taking down S.H.I.E.L.D.”

Fury snapped back at Steve, “S.H.I.E.L.D. had nothing to do with this.”

“You gave me this mission, this is how it ends. S.H.I.E.L.D.’s been compromised. You said so yourself. HYDRA grew right under your nose and nobody noticed.” Steve’s face was set, his entire body taking on the posture of command.

Fury gestured around the room with his hands before setting them back on the table, “Why do you think we’re meeting in this cave? I noticed.”

Steve’s face remained cold, “How many paid the price before you did?” Florence read between the lines, she knew what he was asking and it felt like a punch to the gut.

Fury bowed his head as Florence looked away, “Look, I didn’t know about Barnes.” No one did.

Steve scoffed, “Even if you had, would you have told me? Or would you have compartmentalized that too? Like Florence.”

“Hey, she did what she had to. You did not go through what she did.” Florence looked to Fury with kindness in her tired eyes, silently thanking him.

Steve interrupted the tender moment, continuing his speech, “S.H.I.E.L.D., HYDRA, it all goes.”

“He’s right. It all has to go.” All eyes darted to Maria, a silent understanding that Steve was right. This was the beginning of the end.

Fury looks around, eyes landing on Sam, “Don’t look at me.” Sam nods his head to Steve, “I do what he does, just slower.”

Steve stood at the head of the table, staring at Fury as he leaned back in his chair, “Looks like you’re giving the orders now, Captain.”

The team was given their tasks, parting their separate ways before the mission.

Florence found Steve outside, standing on the bridge lost in thought.

Florence sided up next to him, “Hey, I know you probably hate me right now, but-”

Steve cut her off, turning to face her, “I don’t hate you. I don’t. I’m just struggling to wrap my head around the fact that he’s been alive this entire time and you haven’t told one person. Not even me.”

“Steve, I tried. After I ran, I tried to go back for him but he wouldn’t let me; told me to run and to never come back for him. So I had to go into hiding. Seventeen years Steve. It’s not like I could walk into a government building and tell them without HYDRA catching wind. Hell, I could have been walking straight back into HYDRA. You have to understand that everything I’ve done has been to protect him. Everything.” By the end of the redheads’ speech, she was choking back tears, hands trembling at her sides. She bit her lip to quell the emotions running through her.

Steve placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, “I know, I know. I’m sorry.”

Silence fell over the two friends as both reminisced on the past, staring off into space.

Flashback:

Florence climbed the stairs behind Bucky and Steve to Steve’s family home. The mood was somber, Florence’s black funeral dress grazing her ankles as she stepped up the last step, standing next to Bucky.

“We looked for you after. My folks wanted to give you a ride to the cemetery.” Bucky’s tone was soft as he spoke to the heartbroken Steve.

“I know. Kinda wanted to be alone.” Steve stared at the ground as he spoke, never making eye contact with either Florence or Bucky.

Florence cocked her head to one side, gaze softly inquisitive as she looked at the small-statured man in front of her, “How was it?”

“It was okay. She’s next to dad.” The blonde’s tone was monotonous and quiet, understandably so.

Bucky shrugged his shoulders, “I was gonna ask-”

Steve cut him off as he reached his front door, hands fumbling in his pocket for the key, “I know what you’re gonna say, Buck, I just-”

“You can put the couch cushions on the floor, like when we were kids. It’ll be fun, all you gotta do is shine my shoes, maybe take out the trash.” Bucky reached down to move a brick, grabbing the key to the door and handing it to Steve, “Come on.”

Steve took the key, finally looking him in the eye, “Thank you, Buck. But I can get by on my own.”

Florence looked to Bucky, silently telling him to comfort their friend. Bucky nodded, speaking again, “The thing is, you don’t have to.” Bucky’s large hand clapped Steve on the shoulder, “Cuz me and Florence? We’re with you till the end of the line, pal.”

The moment was broken up by Sam, approaching the two old friends, “He’s gonna be there you know.”

“We know.” Both Steve and Florence were painfully aware of that fact.

“Look, whoever he used to be and the guy he is now, I don’t think he’s the kind you save. He’s the kind you stop.”

Steve looked to Sam, “I don’t know if I can do that.” Florence knew she couldn’t. Everything she has ever done, Bucky has always crossed her mind- how to help him, save him, protect him; always concerned about his well-being. And now she was forced to go against him.

“Well, he might not give you a choice. He doesn’t know either of you.” Sam twisted the knife with his last sentence, Florence and Steve grimacing at one another.

Steve spoke, looking at Florence for a last time then at Sam, “He will.” The blonde looked over the bridge, “Gear up. It’s time.”

The team changed into their gear and split up to where they were appointed: Natasha infiltrating a meeting with Alexander as a congresswoman with Fury as backup and releasing all HYDRA files, Maria preparing to order the attack to bring down the helicarriers, and Steve, Sam, and Florence to board the helicarrier to replace the targeting blades.

Sam called out to Steve as he walked away, "Wearing that?"

“No. If you’re gonna fight a war, you have to wear a uniform.”

~

Florence ran through the ship deck as fast as she could, doing her best to not get shot. Her earpiece kept her up to date, Natasha had just started releasing all of the files; her and Natasha’s secrets were now public along with the rest of HYDRA’s. Steve had already made it to the helicarrier, the redhead had gotten caught up with a HYDRA agent on the ground.

Florence was late to the party, Steve, and Bucky already furiously exchanging punches. She got to the top of the carrier as fast as she could with the help of Sam, her feet moving without thought. Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw Sam deploy his parachute after being kicked off by Bucky, now he was grounded.

Steve and Florence were on opposite ends of the carrier, Florence quickly making her way toward the two men.

Bucky threw Steve off of the top-level, Steve landing below with a thud, shield long gone in the Potomac beneath them.

Florence stared ahead, Bucky finally noticing her arrival. Both looked at the other in silence, gauging the situation at hand. His eyes were void of all emotion, this was not Bucky. The Soldier had a mission to kill her and Steve. Florence had a mission to keep Bucky alive, no matter the cost. If he was alive that meant there was hope to save him. You can’t save a dead man.

The silence was erupted by Florence, her mouth moving before her brain could stop, "Bucky, don't do this. You don't have to do this."

Tears welled up in her eyes unwillingly, the dam threatening to burst. Even if she knew deep down that he had been alive this entire time, a sliver of her always thought he was dead. Maybe her subconscious came up with that thought to protect herself, to make herself feel better about not being able to get him out. And she did try to get him out; she tried like hell. The first five years of her seventeen-year stint of being on the run was the worst. She was constantly moving locations, barely sleeping. And when she did sleep, she dreamt of Bucky- he was always screaming at her to go, save herself, and leave him behind. That was a detail that she would never tell Steve; if they even made it out alive of this situation. Steve wouldn’t understand, he was too stuck in his ways, he would have tried to get him out anyway. He would disregard any command in order to save Bucky even if the demand came straight from Bucky’s mouth. He would never truly understand why Florence did what she did. Maybe it was better that way.

He furrows his brow, lines etching themselves between his steel-blue eyes, "You're my mission."

A single breath is taken before he swings at her, metal arm glinting in the light as she dodges his punch, sweeping under his outstretched arm. She wasn't going to fight back. She couldn't.

Bucky turns violently, eyes hard, set on her. He lunges again as her weapon clatters to the ground of the helicarrier. Now Florence was defenseless. Although it's not like she was fighting back anyway. She'd let him kill her. If that kept him alive, she'd do it. It's not like he remembers her anyway, you can't mourn a person you don't remember.

She takes three steps back, her back colliding with the wall behind her as Bucky stalks forward. His breath fans across her face as he stands in front of her. She notices a stall in his motions, practically seeing his brain malfunction. His head was fighting with his heart.

A fist flies next to her head, Bucky purposely missing as he punches the wall again. His face twisted in pain, he was fighting himself. He couldn't do this. He knew her. His body knew her, pieces of memories played through his brain as he continued to punch the wall, a ring, her hand in his, dog tags being placed around her neck, all of it hurt. Florence was frozen in place as Bucky's fists continued flying next to her, "Go! You need to go!"

He remembered her.

Just as Steve ordered Maria to fire at the carrier, Bucky shoved Florence, causing her to tumble over the edge, joining Steve at the bottom of the carrier as it went up in flames. The carrier was under fire from all sides, jostling violently, causing Bucky to fall along with her. He landed away from Florence and Steve, being pinned under the debris.

Steve got to his feet, swaying as he stumbled over to Bucky who was struggling under the weight of the metal beam. Steve wedged the beam up, freeing Bucky. The girl remained on the ground, curling into a ball from the pain of the impact of the fall.

Florence rose to her feet as Steve told Bucky that he knew them. Bucky’s metal arm reeled back, punching Steve in the face as he screamed, “No I don’t!”

“Buck, we’ve known you your whole life.” Florence’s voice trembled as he hit Steve again, effectively knocking him to the ground.

Steve stood again, “Your name is James Buchanan Barnes.”

Bucky punched Steve in the face for a final time, the force knocking him off the carrier and into the river below. Florence scrambled to stand in front of Bucky, making him really look at her. To truly see her, to see what he was doing. Her face was bleeding, soot smudged across her forehead, sweat mixing with tears and blood flowing down her face.

“I’m not gonna fight you. I love you.” Florence’s body shook with sobs as Bucky tackled her to the ground.

His frame towered over hers, his body heaving as he spoke, “You’re my mission.” His fist flew next to her head, once, twice; never actually hitting her. Florence could see the struggle in his eyes. He was a broken man without a home.

“You don’t love me. You left me!” Bucky’s fist continued flying next to Florence’s head, the plexiglass cracking. Pierce’s words looped in his mind, she didn’t love him. She left him. She abandoned him. She was his mission.

Florence took a heaving breath in, “Yes I do, I do love you. I tried to get you out, I did, you wouldn’t let me, I tried, I-” Bucky interrupted her by pressing his flesh hand against her throat and applying pressure.

He leaned down, only inches between their faces as he applied more pressure around her throat and choking her. He grit his teeth as he choked her harder, brunette hair dangling in his face. This was it. This was Florence’s last chance, “It’s okay. It’s okay. I love you, it’s okay.” If these were the last words Bucky would ever hear from her, she was okay with that. She needed him to know that it was okay. He was doing what he had been forced to do, it wasn’t him. She needed him to know that she understood.

The hand from her throat disappeared, Bucky leaning back above her, staring at her with glassy eyes. Florence struggled for breath as she watched Bucky process her words. Debris fell around them, Bucky hovering over her to protect her from the falling particles. A large engine fell next to them, shattering the glass and sending Florence falling straight into the Potomac, Bucky hanging onto the carrier from a beam as he watched his lover fall into the water below.

Bucky dragged Steve out of the water with his metal arm while the other balanced Florence against his shoulder, ignoring the burning pain of his flesh arm as her head rested on his neck. He placed the two unconscious Avengers on the riverbank, taking one last look at them before he disappeared, becoming a ghost yet again.

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[chubbybuckydumpling]

words: ~4.6k

pairing: established Natasha x reader, Natasha x Bucky x reader, Natasha x Bucky (mentioned)

warnings: polygamy, little angst, mentions of depression, slight cursing, FLUFF

A/n: I just wanted some cute fluff :)

(gif is not mine ✨)

“Hmmmm”, you moan into Natasha's mouth. You're sitting on her lap and lazily making out. Your senses are washed with your girlfriend. Her woody and spicy scent with just a hint of raspberry fills your nostrils, her curls gently tickle your skin and her mouth tastes like a mixture of mint and caramel latte. Her hands rest on your hips and gently squeezes your love handles. “I've missed you, princess”, Natasha mumbles against your lips, her forehead against your, hot breathes mingling together.

She just returned from a mission with Bucky, nothing major, just the daily treadmill – at least that's what Natasha had told you. She's been away for away for about a week, which is unusual for her casual cases, but you won't push. You know she tells you the bare minimum to protect you. You'd be worried sick otherwise. Biting the inside of your cheek, you try to stop yourself from smiling at the nickname.

“Missed you too”. The words sound dull as you bury your face into her neck. She sighs, pressing her soft lips against your forehead. The noise of her breathing is oddly calming. The apartment has been so quiet these past days without the older woman's presence, not that she's loud anyway. You just know that she is there with you. That's all that matters.  

You throw your arms around her shoulders and cuddle eve further into her warmth, her hands wrapping around your waist, pulling you closer. The two of you sit together I silence, simply enjoying each other, bellies full of the pizza you had for lunch occasionally whispering your “I love you”s. You always are especially clingy when Natasha returns from her missions.

“So”, she begins. You hum, urging her to continue. “I invited James for dinner, he'll be here around seven. Don't tell him I said that, but I don't want him to be alone this evening”, surprised, you blink at her, causing her to chuckle, “What's up with the face, princess?”. You move your hand up to her face and begin to trace  her sharp features, “I just didn't expect you to invite him so soon. You know, we usually spend the evenings after you return together. You know, alone?”

Natasha raises her eyebrows, lips twitching into a smirk,”Oh princess, I see how it is!” A blush spreads over your cheeks, tinting them slightly, yet a small laugh still bubbles out of your mouth and you gently hit her arm, “Come on, Nat. You're making me blush”. Your girlfriend's eyes sparkle mischievously, but she lets it go, instead she presses a kiss to your temple.

“Will you cook us something nice?”, she asks. A hum escapes your lips as you begin to think about the choices you have. “I could do Florentine cannelloni with a tomato salad. Maybe some nice Crème Brûl��e for dessert?” .The gears in your head are turning, your love for cooking coming out, “I can use the Bunsen burner Steve gifted me last Christmas!” Natasha can't help but smile, an adoring look in her eyes. You're all excited and giddy about the meal you're going to make tonight.

“That sounds amazing. I'm looking forward to it”. Her hand brushes a strand of hair from your face and tucks it behind your ear, “I love you, princess” You jump from her lap quickly and run to put on some shoes while yelling back to her, “I LOVE YOU TOO! I'm going to head out to the store to get all the ingredients. Be right back!” You can practically see Natasha rolling her eyes at your sudden burst of energy, but you know that she's smiling as well.

You grab your keys and look out of the window. The streets are slowly piling up with snow as the flakes keep falling down, thick and heavy. Your eyes widen and you rush back to your girlfriend, “Natasha, Nat, look! It's snowing!” She is standing in the living room, some tight, black leggings hugging her legs and a dark red crop top hanging off her body. Basically, she's looking like a snack.

You launch yourself at her, giggling in delight. The redhead catches you elegantly and follows your motion, turning around herself, before slowly coming to a halt. “I hope it'll stay overnight so we can build snowmen and make snow angels”, you look into Natasha's green eyes, the red of her curls intensifying their glow. “We can do that, princess. Now, go and head to out. You promised a dinner?”

“Yeah, of course”, you kiss her lips, “I'll be back soon”. The older woman watches your retreating form pick out a warm coat and beanie and dress yourself appropriately for the freezing temperatures outside. With a look back, you take your wallet and head out the door, blowing a kiss to your girlfriend.

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The heavy grocery bags are cutting into the skin of your hands as you walk up the steps. Your cheeks, nose and ears are slightly tinged from the cold. Your huff out breathes of exhaustion which makes it visible in the cool air. Once you reach the door to your and Natasha's apartment, you set down the bags and take a deep breath. Some drops of sweat roll down your face and your feet are hurting from carrying around the excess weight of your bags.

You pull out your keys and push it into the lock of your door. Before you open it, you take a closer look at the entrance. You and Natasha painted it white when you first moved it. Some of it split around the edges and along the lock, from when you drunkenly tried to open it some months ago. Now, there's a Christmas wreath hanging in the middle, small golden reindeer decorating it on its side. In the middle sits a small, stuffed Santa that Natasha had brought you from one of her mission. It's a cute arrangement which never fails to make you smile.

With a smile on your face you open turn the key and open the door. You enter back into your apartment, calling out to your girlfriend, “Nat, I'm back!” There's no response, but you hear the shower run. She's getting ready for this evening, so you figure you should start on getting dinner ready.

You set down your bags and take out all the things you bought, checking the clock, you see that there's still four hours until seven, which leaves you enough time to carefully prepare your Crème Brûlée and cook up your main course. To fill the silence in the kitchen, you connect your phone to your built-in Bluetooth speakers and press shuffle, some soft rock filling the air. Humming along to the melody, you begin to prepare your meals.

At one point, Natasha comes in, sneaks up behind you and wraps her arms around your waist, lips pressing against the back of your neck. “It smells delicious, princess”, she mumbles into your hair, the smell of her shampoo infiltrating your nose. “I haven't even done anything, but putting the dessert into the oven”, you counter, turning around in her embrace to look at her. She's not yet dressed, the only thing covering her is one of the grey, fluffy towels you had bought when you moved in together.

“Must be you who's smelling so good then”, she retorts, a smirk pulling at her lips. You raise your eyebrows and start to grin,” like what? Sweat and hard work? Brings you right back to the good old Soviet days, huh?” The older woman rolls her eyes playfully, shaking her head, “There I was, trying to be sweet for once, but my girlfriend can't have that, right?” A pout forms on your lips and you put on your best puppy eyes, “Aww, baby, I'm sorry. Did I hurt your feelings?”, you pause, “Do you want some kisses?”

Natasha breaks your embrace and takes a step back, “Alright, princess, be like that. I'll go and get dressed then”. You keep eye contact as she slowly retreats, watching her every move. She stops at the door, staring back at you provocatively. After a second, you sigh in defeat and run up to her to press a kiss on her lips. The redhead pulls back and pinches your bum, smirking, before she does head into the bedroom to get dressed.

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Over the next few hours, you stay in the kitchen, passionately making dinner, delicious smells of cheese, spinach and tomatoes tinting the air. It's quarter past six when you put the cannelloni Florentine into the oven. Exhausted, but proud you make your way into the bedroom. On your way, you pass the bathroom in which Natasha is finishing her make up.

You stop in your tracks, your heart picking up as you stare at her, mouth agape. Of course you know that the older woman is drop dead gorgeous, yet her beauty never fails to stun you, especially when she's dressed up to the nines. “Nat”, the words sound flat, your breath refusing to leave your lungs. She looks  at you with a big smile, “You like?” You open and close your mouth a couple times, but no real words come out, only some stammered and slurred together sounds fill the air. She smirks and walks towards you, her hips moving seductively.

Her hand cups your cheek and her perfectly manicured fingers trail a line down to your hips, holding you close to her. She leans closer to you, warm breath fanning over your ear. “Oh, princess, did I render you breathless already? I was hoping we could find another way for that”, her sultry voice is ringing in your ears, blood rushes through your body. Everything feels warm all of a sudden. You moan quietly, which causes her to chuckle, “Now, now, behave. Go and get dressed. I want you looking all nice and pretty when James arrives, understood?” You nod, your mouth dry, her eyes staring into yours intently. You swallow and are about to answer, when Natasha shoos you out of the room.

On your shared king sized lays a black, off the shoulder dress. It's very form fitting and you know for a fact that it's one of Natasha's favourites. You used to be a little insecure about how tight it is, but Natasha showed you that you had no reason to feel that way. The lustful gazes she throws you whenever you wear it are enough to boost your confidence.

You reach for the dress and run your fingers along the fabric. It's soft and leaves a comforting feeling on your skin. You take of your dirty clothes and head to the en suite to give yourself a quick wash down with a cloth, before you put on the dress. Immediately, you feel more confident. After throwing your hair into a high bun, putting on light make up and slipping into your favourite heels, you look at yourself in the mirror. “I'm looking good”, you state, smiling.

In the kitchen, the timer on the oven has gone off, so you rush to get the food out. You sprinkle shredded mozzarella over the cannelloni and put them back in the oven for their last round of baking. That's the moment the doorbell rings. You take off your oven gloves and straighten your dress before you head over to open the door.

Once you arrive in the entry, you see that Natasha was faster than you and has already opened the door and pulled Bucky into a hug. You're able to see his face. His eyes are closed and he smiles as he snuggles into the woman's neck. The latter turns her head to press a gentle kiss on his temple. You smile. Their relationship always warmed your heart.

After a couple seconds you decide to make your presence known,”Hey Bucky, it's so good to see you”. He and Natasha break their hug and he comes over to you with a huge grin, “Y/n, the pleasure's all mine. Natalia told me you'd be cooking and I wouldn't miss that for the world”. Bucky opens his arms and hugs you. He's very warm, even though he just came out of the freezing cold. The smell of cinnamon sugar and peppermint envelopes you and causes your heart to clench painfully.

“You flatter me. I made cannelloni Florentine. It's still in the oven, but it should be done soon”, you answer, pulling out of his embrace, “Do you want to drink anything?” He shyly looks to Natasha, “Natalia talked bout a really good red wine, if that'd be no problem?” The redhead smiles at Bucky, “of course not. Please make yourself at home while I fetch it”

The tall man takes your hand and pulls you into the dining room. The table is already decked, Natasha must have done that while you were getting ready. You hear a crackling sound behind you and turn your head to inspect the source – the fireplace. Flames are licking the air, glowing in red and orange. Bucky pulls out a chair and motions for you to sit, which you do. He takes the seat next to you, at the head of the table, and smiles.

“You must have missed Natalia. I mean, I've seen her this morning and I still missed her”, you smile bashfully at your hands, cheeks warming. You never really liked when others implied their love for your girlfriend, but with Bucky, you somehow don't mind., “I did. I'm really glad she's back home again.”, your eyes find Bucky's, ”You too, of course”. He grins at that, eyes twinkling.

“Alright, I've got the bottle, let's get down to business”, Natasha strolls back in, her long legs looking especially delicious in the flame's light. She pours everyone a glass of Bordeaux. She sits down next to Bucky, across from you. “This bottle is from a very good year. One of the best I've ever tasted”, she explains, swirling the contents of her glass. “I'll make sure to savour it then”, Bucky replies, intensely staring at the older woman as he takes a sip.

You watch the way his throat bobs as he swallows, how he moans obscenely at the taste. A single droplet of wine slowly runs down his lips, leaving a stained line in its way. His tongue darts out to lick it up and he lets out another small moan. You swallow harshly and quickly reach for your own glass to distract yourself. As you pour down some of the wine, you see Natasha smirking at you, causing you to shrink into yourself.

Luckily, the timer goes off again and you excuse yourself as you scurry back to the kitchen. You turn off the timer and get yourself a glass to gulp down some water. With a shake, you pull yourself together. This is not the time t thirst over your girlfriend's best friend. Shakily, you take out the cannelloni and plate it nicely with the salad you prepared.  Satisfied, with your work, you bring the plates back to the dining room.

“Princess, this looks delicious”, Natasha hums appreciatively, Bucky joining in, “Yes, it does. Smells so good too. You got really lucky, Natalia”. Saying this, he looks kind of sad, but you brush it off, too excited about the food. “ Let's dig in then!”

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Dinner is great. Natasha and Bucky love the food and compliment your cooking frequently. They also have heated arguments about things you don't understand, but the mocking faces they pull still make you laugh. You drink together, converse about each topic that comes to mind and stuff your bellies. Natasha helps you with caramelizing the dessert and topping it off with some pieces of pineapple, which you all greatly enjoy. Now, you and Bucky lean against the back of your chairs, completely stuffed, while Natasha eyes you with a smirk.

After some moments, you get up with a huff, “I'll go do the dishes. I don't want to worry about them tomorrow”. You collect all the dirty plates and cutlery and carry them into the kitchen where you begin to clean, quietly humming to yourself. Suddenly you hear Bucky and Natasha's hushed voices.

“Natalia, please. I miss you. I need you. I-”

“James, please. Don't do this. I'm with Y/n, she's my priority”

“Please, I'm begging you! Ask her if she'd be okay with this. I love you Natalia, I can't lose you. Not again.”

Your eyebrows furrow in confusion. What are they talking about? You turn off the sink and begin to dry the dishes, all the while sneaking closer to hear them better.

“You know that I care for you deeply. But James, what do you expect me to do? I finally found someone. Someone I can have a stable family with. I can't throw all of this away. I just can't!”

“Please. I'm nothing without you. I've been dropping so much, Natalia. Everything hurts! You're the only one I trust””

“James! You've been dropping? Oh no, this is not good. Do you know what kind of situation you've put me in?”

You can hear Bucky sniffle over Natasha's concerned voice. What is happening? Why has the man been falling a lot? No matter how hard you try, you cannot makes sense of their conversation.

“P-please. I can't do this any longer. I need you so m-much”

“Shit, okay, fine, calm down baby. It's alright. We can talk to Y/n. She'll understand”

“Thank you, Ma'am. Thank you so much”

The man is now audibly crying while Natasha tries to shush him. But you've had enough. One of your friends was crying and you would not stand in the kitchen like a heartless idiot, so you quietly sneak into the living room, where the two of them are sitting on your sofa. Bucky's head is buried in your girlfriend's shoulder. The latter soothingly strokes his back in circles.

“Bucky?”, you ask timidly,”are you okay?” The man in question whips his head around staring at you in horror. His eyes are filled with unshod tears and wet patches run along his cheeks. The redhead gently brings her hands to his face and wipes away his tears. She whispers something to him that seems to calm him down, his shoulders looking less tense then before. “Y/n, princess. I need to talk to you”. Your girlfriend's green eyes find yours and she pats the spot next to her.

You sit down obediently, eyebrows furrowed in concern. Natasha takes your hand and presses a kiss to your wrist. “I love you so much, princess, but there's something I need to tell you. You may ask any questions you have, but please let me finish talking first”, she looks at you, no sparkle in her eyes like usual, so you know this is serious. You nod, too tense to speak right now. To your surprise, she takes Bucky's hand into her own and kisses his forehead the same way she does to you whenever she wants you to calm down.

“I met James back when I was training in the Red Room. He was supposed to be one of our teachers. At that point HYDRA still had him under tight control. He was broken, Y/n, just like the rest of us. It's really ironic, the world's most deadly assassins, feeling so helpless. So one day, when everything was especially rough, Bucky and I got together”, she tells, her thumb brushing circles over Bucky's hand. Your eyebrows shoot up at her confession, “You mean..?” The redhead nods, “We had sex, yes” Swallowing, you motion for her to continue.

“After that day, James and I kept seeing each other. I craved more control and he wanted to be free of all his worries and fears. We worked well together and quickly realised that BDSM fit us well. I got to control James completely while he was able to let his mind free. He was my first submissive and, well... my first love. But soon, he had to leave again. The Winter Soldier was needed on another mission. That was the last time I've seen him before he came back for Steve.

I was glad to see him again of course. I never stopped caring about him, but I was already with you. And please don't get me wrong. I love you, princess, with all of my heart and I would never give up on our relationship, which is why I told James that we couldn't go back to what we had. He agreed to be friends again. But for the last months he has been experiencing depressive episodes like when we first got together. Back then we'd just have a scene and play together, but now...”, she drifts of, looking at you.

“Now, I'm here”, you complete, a dry laugh rolling off your tongue. “Please, Y/n”, she sighs, “None of this is your fault”. You pull your hand out of Natasha's and hug your legs to your chest, “So what you're saying is that you and your first love met again and you could've been together, but I'm the one obstacle in your path. What exactly is it that you want from me?”

The redhead looks at you pleadingly, “Y/n, princess, I love you so much. There's not enough words to describe my love. However, I love James the same. You both mean the world to me, but I can't stand to see him suffer. You have to understand that” Bucky begins to sniffle again, his bottom lip trembling, “Y/n, I don't want anything too come between you and Nat and I would not ask for this if I knew another solution, but I can't do this anymore. Please Y/n, I'm begging you”, his voice cracks and he begins to fully cry again.

Your heart aches and you feel your muscles soften. You can't stand seeing your friend in so much misery. His pain hurts you too, tears are welling up in your eyes, “I still don't know what you're asking of me”. Your hands tremble slightly as you worry your lip. Natasha reaches towards your hand once more. This time you allow her to take it. “I want to be in a poly relationship with both of you. Y/n, I love you so much. You're an amazing sub, just as James. You two are my everything and I wish for the both of you to e in my lives as lovers and submissives”

You tilt your head a little, watching Natasha, then Bucky, “So, you'd be my girlfriend and Bucky would be my boyfriend?”, the older woman nods, looking at you hopefully. “Bucky?”, you ask, “Are you okay with that. I mean, me as your girlfriend?” The man begins to blush, the soft pink colour spreading from his neck to his ears, “Well, I think you're very beautiful and attractive and you've always been so kind to me. This is very new to me as well, but I'd like to try. With you and Nat”. He stammers a little and plays with his fingers, a nervous habit most likely.

“How exactly would this work then?”, you question. Natasha smiles,”We'd have to figure that out over time. Of course we would immediately lay down some ground rules and talk everything over. I want the both of you to be as comfortable as possible”. Nodding, you begin to play with her fingers “But what if I won't fall in love with Bucky? I mean, I am attracted to him, of course, but I don't know what the future holds”. You avoid Bucky's gaze, busying yourself further with your girlfriend's hand. “Neither do I, princess. All we can do is try”, she grips your hand tightly, careful not to hurt you, “So what do you say?”

You take one last look at Bucky, then Natasha, “Okay. I'd like to try”. Your girlfriend smiles. She's holding back, but you can see the relief in her eyes. On the other side of the couch, Bucky launches himself from his spot next to the redhead and throws his arms around your shoulders, “Thank you so much! This means the world to me, I-”, he giggles and looks into your eyes, “Just, thank you”. His laughter is infections and you can't help the chuckle that escapes your mouth, “It's fine, really. You don't have to thank me”

Both of you take some deep breaths. The tension and fear leaving your bodies. Instead, you feel the adrenaline pumping through your veins and your eyes flicker to Bucky's lips. They look so soft and pink, so tender and sweet. The sudden urge to kiss him overcomes you, but you hold back, not sure if it is okay for you to kiss him. “Come on, princess, do it”, Natasha whispers, trying to encourage you, “Kiss him”.

So you do. Your eyelids fall closed as your lips meet the other's halfway. Bucky's lips feel as soft as they look and he's very gentle, using only slight pressure to press his mouth against yours. Fireworks erupt in your stomach, making you crave more of him. Your hands tangle themselves in his long, wavy locks and you pull, causing him to release a soft moan into your mouth. You use the opportunity to push your tongue into his mouth and explore the inside of his mouth. His tongue presses back against yours and you moan, heat pooling in your lower belly.

It's at that moment that you know. Falling in love with Bucky Barnes won't be difficult at all.

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You're like me (bucky x amputee reader) part 3/?

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As Steve ran to get banner, Bucky was able to take a closer look at Y/N's arm. He could tell just by looking at it that it was clearly a hack job, and was done semi-recently. It was healed to an extent but the surgical (if you could even call them that) were still puckered and red. He felt a similar ache in his shoulder as he ran his fingers along the suture line of the wound, before remembering a horrific thought. Hydra was never a fan of anesthetics. It hit him like a bag of bricks as he remembered his own screams as they worked on his arm without any form of pain killers. It was then that Steve walked in with Bruce.

"Hey, you okay punk?" Steve asked seeing him. When Bucky turned around however, it was clear something was worse than he thought. Steve kneeled down to be beside him on the floor next to the medical cot. "Hey you're okay man, you're okay. Just breathe with me alright? I need you to tell me what's wrong" As Bucky gulped for air with a hand on his chest, he managed to explain in little increments. "Hydra... no... anes... anesthetics.. I... I remember" He whisper shouted before giving up on explaining. "Oh my god" Steve stood up as he rubbed a hand through his hair. He made eye contact with Banner who had the same look of shock in his eyes. “Steve I need you to carry her inside. I’ll deal with Buck, but we need to get her into a real medical bay fast. If what Buckys saying is true to her case, her body is most likely in shock and isn’t presenting symptoms that could be vital to us helping her.”

Without a word, Steve scooped up Y/N and started towards the medical wing without even looking back. He knew that Bucky would eventually follow, but that he was in good hands with Dr.Banner.

Bucky’s POV

Bucky unclenched his eyes to see Steve running out of the jet holding Y/N bridal style with her head resting on his shoulder. “NO!” He shouted, but Steve was already long gone. “I need.. I need to see her!” He said in a highly panicked voice, looking at Bruce with wild eyes.

“Okay, but I need you to listen to me first. Can you do that?”

Bucky nodded in response, allowing Bruce to continue.

“We need you to calm down so we can go into the med bay to treat her. We won’t be any use if we can’t stay calm for her sake. It’ll just make her more anxious if we walk in shaking. Okay?”

With a few deep breaths, Bucky finally trusted himself enough to respond without gasping in-between words. “Okay, okay I can do it” He stood up, and with the help of Banner, they picked up a quick pace up to the med bay.

Steve and Y/N’s POV

He tried to run with as much steadiness as possible, but he knew his efforts were futile. “Steve?” A quiet voice asked as her eyes fluttered open, only to clench again at the harsh jostling of his running. “It’s okay baby, we’re gonna get you to the med bay okay? It’s almost over I promise. Just keep those eyes open okay doll?”

Her breathing was coming out in short pants, as she kept her eyes squeezed shut. It wasn’t long before she felt herself being laid on the bed, and Bucky and Bruce hustle in.

Back to normal POV

Bucky sat in a plastic chair next to her bed, holding her remaining flesh hand as Banner ran around gathering supplies. It’s gonna be okay baby doll alright? I promise” Bucky whispered as Banner pulled a tray to her bedside.

“We’re gonna treat the burn first because it’s the easiest to take care of okay? It shouldn’t be that painful, just cold. I’m just gonna spray some water on it and put a bandage over it. I won’t rap anything around your neck I promise.’

She nodded feebly and gripped Bucky’s hand, and turned her head to face him, exposing her neck and burn to Bruce.

“You’re doing great love, you’re so strong.” Bucky kept whispering sweet things to her as Bruce finished patching up the burn.

“Hey Buck, Steve? Can I pull you guys aside for a second?” Bruce asked. Seeing the worried look on Y/N’s face, he turned back and added “nothing bad, just work stuff” Seeing her face ease at this, the 3 man walked just outside the med bay doors.

“I’m gonna need to clean the wounds on her arm and I can tell by the looks of it that it isn’t gonna be pleasant or pretty, so heres what we’re gonna do” Bruce explained. Bucky cringed remembering when he had doctors touching around his wound after his amputation. “Buck I’m gonna get you to lay on the bed behind her, and im gonna raise the bed to a sitting position. She’s gonna sit between your legs and lay with her back on your chest to keep her calm, and keep her head from looking at her arm while I clean it.” Bruce continued. “Steve, you’re gonna sit where Bucky was and hold her hand, and be back up. Got it?” Everybody nodded and they returned into the room.

“Hey honey, can I sit with you?” Bucky asked as they walked in. Oblivious to what was about to happen, you nodded and got off the bed so he could sit where he wanted. He offered for you to sit between his legs and you took it, leaning back onto his chest, looking for any kind of comfort you could get.

Bruce scooted beside you on your left side on a wheel-ie stool with a syringe (minus the needle of course) of saline and a sad look on his face. “Okay darling, I know this won’t be fun but I have to clean your arm. If I don’t all the dirt in the wounds will get infected.”

“NO!” You screamed and started thrashing, trying everything to get away. Bucky rapped his legs around yours, and rapped his medal arm around your torso, as Steve held your flesh arm down. “NO PLEASE!!! PLEASE!” You sobbed, not being able to breathe from pure terror. The sight shattered all 3 mens’ hearts as you begged for them not to touch your arm.

“Shhhh” Bucky cooed, trying to calm you down. “I know it’s scary baby doll, but if we don’t do this it’ll only hurt worse later down the line”

You had stopped thrashing at one point, simply too tired to continue. Bucky held one side of your face, stroking your cheek to turn your head away from your left side, as Steve stroked soothing circles on your remaining arm. “It’s gonna be okay baby, I promise” Steve whispered, afraid his own tears might start to fall.

“I’m gonna start okay Honey?” Bruce cautiously asked.

“O…Okay” You hiccuped, still gasping for breath.

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[amerrierworld]

Babysitter (pt 10)

Pt 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9

Summary: You and Tony have a discussion as Hela and Loki sneak around. 

Characters: Hela x fem!reader, Loki, Tony, Steve, Rhodey

Word Count: 1,813

Warnings: nothing? feels!

The New Avengers Facility was by far the most luxurious hideout you'd ever encountered. It was also incredibly large and perfect for aimless exploring. 

The Avengers, though concerned for you once you arrived, quickly lost focus of you as they began flitting about their machines and computers to see what the hell was happening around the world. 

You were given your own room, fully furnished with a well-stocked mini fridge. There was a camera situated outside by the door, so they’d know if you went in or out.

Normally you would’ve protested the house arrest, but you couldn’t be bothered suddenly. You were numb. 

The Facility was massive. It varied from small cozy lounge areas to large open spaces for training, meetings, and all sorts of experimental engineering. 

You were curled up in one of the tinier corners on a brown leather sofa. The rest of the place just seemed so pristine and neat and horrifically modern, no offense to Tony’s design tastes. There was a digital fireplace and heater, yet the 3D projection of the actual fire made it seem real. Only thing missing was the smell of burning wood. 

“Thought you’d have run off by now,” grunted a voice behind you. Tony had come into the lounge. You kept looking at the fire.

“I have no where else to go, Tony,” you said bluntly. Over the past few days you’d been reading up more and more from the news, contacting people you hadn’t talked to in ages. There were a few distant friends and relatives who’d been taken by the Blip, and your heart ached at the ones you hadn’t been able to see one last time. 

“Besides,” you sighed, breaking your gaze from the fire as Tony came to sit across from you, “none of you would have let me leave even if I really tried.”

He leaned back, stretching his body nonchalantly, and you noticed how weary  and thin he actually looked. Dark circles under his eyes, and his fingers seemed to be twitching or twiddling consistently.

“What happened to you?” you muttered. “Why do you look like shit?”

“Oh, you know,” he said, waving his hand, “spent some merry time in space, that’s all. Wasn't planning on being stranded there, but here we are.”

You didn’t ask anything else. Instead you got up, walked to the near sink and pulled out a kettle from the cupboards to make yourself some tea. 

“Okay, let me ask you a question,” Tony said in the silence, twisting in his seat to watch you, resting his head on the back of the sofa. “How on earth did you end up falling head over heels for a psycho?”

You snorted, grabbing a teabag and a mug, “you could ask Pepper the same thing.”

Tony clutched his chest in mock offence, “Ouch. Cold-hearted.”

Grinning, you steeped your tea, and turned around to look at Tony, “it’s not that simple, Stark.”

“No, I think it is,” he said.

“Well fine,” you sighed, slightly exasperated, “she was in my house with me alone, for days. At some point we ended up talking and actually getting to know each other. She opened up to me, and I to her and.. that was it.”

“And how do you know she wasn’t lying to get a way out?”

“She wasn’t. She’d never.”

“But how do you know? Wasn’t it you who always thought you had to give things time? She’s lived for thousands of years, Y/N. You’re a fruit-fly compared to her.”

“Why has this turned into an interrogation?” you snapped. He held up his hands, 

“I’m not interrogating. Just trying to understand.”

“Why did Jane fall in love with Thor, huh? At the time he was a ridiculous, self-absorbed and mindless God who didn’t know how the hell this world worked. Why did Pepper fall in love with you? A narcissistic millionaire playboy who loves to play games and doesn’t take anything seriously?”

You paced the floor as your tea cooled down, fuming,

“Why the hell does anyone fall in love with anyone, huh? Who gets a fucking say in how they feel? And why do you guys have so little faith in me to trust what I feel? I’ve kept secrets for you, I’ve hidden you in my home, I’ve been a part of so much secrecy, and suddenly when I get a little heart-eyed at someone, you act as if I’ve been brainwashed.”

Tony didn’t say anything for a moment. When you met his eyes, they were a little wider than before, looking at you questioningly. 

“In love, huh?”

You blinked.

“I didn’t say that.”

“Uh-huh, you did.”

“N-no, I didn’t, I said I-”

Your face became red, fumbling over your words.

Tony got up from his seat and clapped his hands as he sauntered over to the exit.

“Let’s go sparring, hm? Haven’t done that in a while,” he offered. You tried to cool your cheeks, forgetting about your tea steeping behind you.

“That’s cause I always lose,” you retorted. “You guys work out like your life depends on it. Which... it does.. I guess.”

“Yeah, but look at the state of me,” Tony spread out his arms and did a spin. “I’m feeling like trash. You’ll take me down no problem.”

You doubted that, but followed him anyways. 

-

“Ah, fuck!” Hela swore as another branch tugged at her helmet.

“Will you shut up?” Loki hissed, crouching down and peeking through the trees. “God, you’re even more infuriating than Thor!”

Hela was breathing heavily, aching, grumpy. 

“You really are a pain when you’re not around Y/N, aren’t you? You’re not going to massacre all the Avengers just because you’re peeved, right?”

“Be silent, filth,” she spat. Her brother only rolled his eyes. “What do you see?”

“I thought you wanted me to be silent.”

Hela whacked the back of his head and he grimaced, 

“Alright, alright. Look yourself, it’ll be hard to get in undetected.”

Hela peered over his shoulder. He was right; there wasn’t a lot of hiding spaces or shadows. Well-lit with open spaces, the modern-style building looked quite distasteful to Hela. She pulled a face, both in annoyance and disgust,

Loki chuckled, “I’m glad you hate it too.”

“Shut up,” Hela hissed, before scurrying off further into the trees to explore the perimeter. 

“Where are you- Hela!” Loki whispered hoarsely, hurrying after her. 

She was looking for weak spots, places with no cameras, a spot to sneak in. But she also had no idea where you were, and with the vastness of the buildings she worried if she’d even find you on time.

“Hela,” Loki hissed. She shushed him again, eyes searching the upper floors.

“Hela!” 

“What?”

“Look,” Loki pointed downwards. A little further in the distance outside, surrounded by well lit lights, stood you and that iron-armoured man, both with wooden sticks in your hands, the length of a short blade, thick enough to wrap your whole hand around it.

“Come on, let’s go back, before they see us,” Loki hissed, grabbing Hela’s shoulder. “At least we know she’s here.”

But Hela couldn’t move. You were wearing dark grey sweatpants and a zip-up hoodie, and sturdy boots. You looked tired, but were a vision to her. The man with you wasn’t wearing his armour, and suddenly looked a lot less threatening.

Loki watched, amazed, as his sister’s armour shimmered. The horns disappeared from her head and her cape faded until she was only in black, blending into the darkness.

She dared another step closer.

“Widen your stance,” the man said, waving the stick around. “Now try to attack.”

Hela watched you practice, your grip a bit clumsy and your stance a bit wobbly, but you were determined. She recalled the day she pulled a fork on you as a weapon, and winced a bit at the memory of the fearful, defenceless look in your eyes.

“Like that?” she heard you say, bending your knees and lowering your core.

“Good, but stay light on your feet, otherwise you can’t dodge.”

Your voice was like music to her ears, and hot tears prickled at her eyes. She missed you. So much.

“Stark, what the hell are you trying to do?” two more men had appeared. One blonde, and large, wearing a tight shirt and jeans. The other, dark, dressed in similar casual clothes.

“Gentlemen! Welcome to this exclusive defence lesson.”

“You’re by far the worst defence teacher out of all of us, Stark. Y/N won’t learn shit from you.”

“You wound me, Captain.”

Hela watched you shake hands with the other.

“Oh, Y/N, this is our friend Rhodey, also known as the War Machine.”

“Pleased to meet you, despite the.. unideal circumstances,” the newcomer shook your hand respectfully and flashed a smile. Hela flared with jealousy, and subconsciously bared her teeth.

“Easy,” Loki whispered.

The four of you paired up, you against Tony, but watching Captain’s instructions as he sparred with Rhodey. 

You were not held under lock and key, and Hela worried a moment. Did you go willingly with them after all? Did you forget about her? Was it foolish to even attempt a rescue?

Your laugh rang into the night as Rhodey tackled a distracted Steve, and both dread and joy filled Hela’s heart.

“Okay, try again,” Tony encouraged you. You swung at him a few times as he blocked and dodged. 

Then, you saw her in the darkness. A flash of green eyes, and Tony took your distraction to his advantage, swiping your leg from under you and you fell to the ground with a thud.

Hela nearly shot out of the tree line to protect you if Loki hadn’t stopped her. Then she heard a groan and chuckle coming from you,

“I told you I’d lose.”

“Don’t get distracted then, kiddo.” Tony held out his hand and hoisted you up. Hela growled at the camaraderie and slunk back in the shadows. “What were you looking at?”

He began to turn to follow your eyeline, and you paled,

“N-nothing! I- I was daydreaming.” He looked back at you.

“Not a good idea to daydream while fighting, Y/N,” Steve said.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right. I’m not used to this, you know?”

“It’s about time you were taught,” Tony clapped your shoulder. 

“You want to learn anything from the War Machine himself?” Steve asked, nodding at Rhodey.

“Oh, I-I’d love to. But, maybe tomorrow?” you suggested, desperately trying to avoid looking at Hela in the distance. “I’m quite.. tired.”

The men seemed to agree and chatted as they headed back into the building. Tony swiped at Steve as they walked, who promptly tugged the sparring stick from him. 

You hurriedly looked around into the darkness, wanting to see another glimpse, hoping you didn’t imagine it. But when you couldn’t see anything out of the ordinary, you worried if you really had gone insane.

Steve called after you, and your heavy feet carried you back inside to settle for the rest of the night.

A/N: Life is fucking INSANE. only a few chapters left for this!! Don’t ask me about the timeline alterations because me trying to make sense of the canon and trying to make it all fit is making my brain explode!! I hope you like it, love you all!!! Stay safeee

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[kylosgenesis]

Teardrops on Fire

Synopsis:

Steve Rogers is the last Alpha of the an almost extinct Lycan pack. With only less than 100 members left. Steve must produce an heir to ensure the species survival and reduce the chance of attacks from others. Omegas are rare, and betas have a hard time producing children. Steves reality is finally setting in as his obligation of producing an heir faces a major set back.

Reader is the last suitable omega to mate with Steve, due to the fear of her daughters fate in the pack, her mother kept her hidden from the pack after her own exile. Only her mother, and Bucky's family know of her existence. Bucky is Steve's right hand man, and the packs best warrior! He and the reader developed a friendship and bond over the years, but age forced them to become distant.

What happens when she presents and her first heat cycle comes? Her body is in excruciating pain and a strong fever quickly overcomes her body. Facing the fear of her daughters possible death, her mom calls on the only person who can save her at this point, Alpha Steve! Bucky and the alphas friendship will be tested. The reader will be faced with her love for Bucky or her duty to the pack.

Unbeta'd: Might have some mistakes

Warnings: A/B/O dynamics, mentions of consent

Chapter 5:Little Talks

Morning came pretty fast! Everything that happened after the bite was a blur. She felt her body light up! Like cables finally connecting together; until one by one till there was only peace, and him at the back of her head. Her body remained a bit weak, but her mind was stronger than ever!

She didn’t know how she should feel! One moment she’s getting ready to see the light, and the next she’s mated to her childhood best friend whom she hadn’t even talked to in years.

It wasn’t a fairytale moment! Not like what her mom described or she excitedly read about in books. There wasn’t an undying passion consuming them ; no words of love shared! Only chills, and the feeling of being lost. With him, or without him.

Getting ready to start the hike back was complicated! There were little to no words shared between them in the past few hours. He only woke her up to tell her he’d caught a rabbit, and she should eat and regain her strength.

She hated that despite wanting to spit the pieces of rabbit she’d managed to take a bite of right into his face, she simply couldn’t! He had this emotional hold on her where no matter how much she wanted to punch and hate him, she would still trust and react to him as if he deserved it. They walked in silence the whole time, Bucky was the one who broke the silence first.

“I think this is the best place to set up the flare! The village can see in from the north, east and west...” as he pointed at all the directions

“once they see the signal, Steve and the search team will know where we are, until then we should remain put”

She just nodded! Too emotionally exhausted from being within her own thoughts the whole morning.

Bucky noticed her switch in her emotions, her thoughts had been bothering him all morning. He couldn’t physically read or understand them, but there was a humming within him. It filled him with fear, anxiety, and sorrow.

Even though he himself was scared out of his mind, he knew it was nothing compared to her right now. She went from a peaceful life, to a mate, and a whole different life ahead of her in just a few hours.

The flare was loud and bright, he knew it was only about time till they would be in for company, and he still had to manage to explain to his best friend how totally he had messed up.

“ So...What happens now?” She had creeped up on him while he was deep in thought. He turned back and stroked his stubble while he was scared of fully looking into her eyes.

He felt responsible for her now, an overwhelming urge to protect her from everyone and everything, but the worst part is, he’d chosen that for them!

In her eyes he had betrayed her trust and in his eyes he was a monster. All the self control he’d managed to build over the years, all the regrets he had all lead up to this.

“ I don’t know yet! Steve will be here any minute... it’ll be best I talk to him... Alone!” They shared a mutual stare “ I wouldn’t want you to be involved in this. This is my mess to fix”

She was weirdly curious at the mention of Steve, she’d heard of the packs alpha before Steve. The one that killed her father, and threw away her mother like it was nothing.

Bucky could tell that the mention of Steve made her uneasy, she after all had never met him, or any of the pack as a matter of fact. It dawned on Bucky that not only was she still in shock from the bite, but her world was about to get a whole lot bigger!

Her little cabin would no longer be her only life and reality.

The sound of tires screeching in the distance caught them both by surprise. Out of the corner of her eyes a large vehicle pulled up, and out came a small woman with straight locks of lovely red shoulder length hair. Besides her stood a blonde middle aged man around the same height as her, but more muscular.

They were both betas as far as you could tell, still the unknown fear pushed you to rely on Bucky for comfort. You strode forward towards Bucky, and hid behind his large body, you were exposed enough where you could see the movement of people around, but Bucky’s body still kept you safe and protected.

The red haired woman approached first. She first stopped in front of bucky, confused! But soon she stood on the hard tips of her muddy combat boots, and embraced Bucky

” We thought you’d both died on the trail, there were no tracks to follow... things went cold fast! Steve’s gonna be ...”

Natasha made eye contact with you and most importantly your now scabbed, and healing neck. she let go of her embrace of Bucky and stared at him in disbelief.

“Nat... don’t! I know this looks ba... “

before he could finish his sentence a hand collided with his face. His nostrils flared in shock and the pupils in his eyes dilated, she noticed the beta behind the red haired woman now stood between her and Bucky.

“You took advantage of her!” she pointed at him while the beta punched her back, Bucky caressed his now blushed red cheek.

“ Not more than Steve would’ve “ he replied, fire in his tone!

“ Bucky you know how important she is! We needed her, how could you do that to him!”

Bucky knew Nat was partially right. But he was too proud to admit it.

She noticed that when Bucky was nervous he would fondle with his hands, look at them as if they were brand new, but this time he was different.

He spewed confidence! She could see the alpha in him look intimidating so she stepped closer to him. Her aura immediately calmed Bucky down enough to alert the small woman, the alpha , and Bucky of the sound of an approaching motorcycle.

From behind, a motorcycle approached from her end! She turned around, and saw a large man with blonde long locks, as far as she could tell he was the alpha they referred to as Steve.

His face kept itself hidden behind a well kept beard, he emerged from under the shadow, and she braced herself for the shock of a new face. As the sun shone on him, she was met with a pair of ocean blue eyes, and her heart dropped. He was easily the most single handedly intimidating person she has ever met, yet he looked gentle, and kind all at the same time.

Steve himself couldn’t contain the fire flowing through his veins, the excitement as he approached her evident on his stride. Before he could fully reach her, Bucky was in between her and Steve like a barrier.

“ Bucky move!” Steve used his alpha command voice on Bucky, yet Bucky barely flinched as he just pushed her closer to his back, and away from Steve’s line of sight.

“Steve...” he was face to face with his best friend. Blue eyes colliding in gaze and confusion coating Steve’s face “Things didn’t go well last night! I had no other choice, she was..” it hit Steve slowly at first and then all at once!

The look of betrayal and the smell of his fury even startled her, she was hidden out of Steve’s hindsight, so it must be Bucky's emotions reflecting on her.

The red haired women approached them. So far she’d had no introduction to any of them, but she felt the kindness in her eyes, even through her intimidating gaze.

She stepped between them!

“Not right now... “ she took turns making a calming eye contact with both of them.

The red haired woman wasn’t scared of their alpha rage or hormones, so she must be someone they both looked up to and to an extent respected.

“Not in front of her! The woman turned to her and kindly nodded. “She’s scared!” She turned back to talk to them. “She doesn’t need to be in the middle of your testosterone sandwich right now, let me take her! Clint and I will keep her safe we promise! You guys can beat each other up after we leave” the woman backed up away from them, and towards you.

You could feel both Bucky and Steve’s gazes pierce right through you. Bucky was nervous! You could tell, but he was trying to send you into more distress than you’d already been though. And Steve... your heart skipped a beat the longer you stared at him.

You didn’t have experience talking to people outside of your mom and Winnifred, but his man was making you stumble upon your words in your brain, you couldn’t even imagine if you tried saying something right now.

All the thoughts of your brain this morning seemed to disappear in the presence of these two alphas. You weren’t scared of them, your heart was just curious to know more! And your brain was going haywire, and deep down in your gut you had a really bad feeling.

“Hey! I’m Natasha, but everyone calls me Nat... I know you don’t know me, but you can trust me...”

she looked back at the alphas

“ I would let anyone hurt you! I’m going to take you over to my house at the village and get your wounds looked at, okay?”

She was waiting for your consent and you just nodded and followed her. She opened the door of the vehicle.

You collapsed into the large seat in the back as the red head opened a bag and pulled out a blanket. She wrapped it over shoulders as she sat next to you.

Nat nodded to the driver who looked at the back seat waiting for further instructions. “ We’re good to go Clint!”

As the vehicle wheeled away you could see both the alphas through the rear view window. You could see their lookups moving, but couldn’t make up what they were saying. They both took one last longing look at you as the vehicle disappeared from their line of sight.

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Bucky's POV

His head hit the ground hard! He could feel the crispness of dried blood in his face , his body ready to give in and pass out. He still propped himself up with his elbows, and faced his friend Steve. Both beaten and covered in their own blood, the fight had left their bodies some time ago, but the underlying rage was still there!

Steve collapsed to his knees from exhaustion and now lay next to Bucky, both contemplating their next words, unmoving and exhausted.

“Why her?”

Bucky didn’t wanna give Steve too much to read into his answer. He didn’t need to let Steve know that he’d been in love with this girl since before he could grow a beard.

The air was surrounded by the sound of his gasps for air and lips smacking before he spoke

“ I found her, and she seemed fine, I thought we’d make camp...start coming down in the morning... but then” the flashbacks of her laying in his arms covered in her own blood gasping for air plagued his thoughts” she was going to die! “

he faced Steve “ I couldn’t let her suffer! I... I couldn’t think of anything else besides the bite”

Bucky was distraught with what he'd done, and Steve could tell !

“It saved her life... bought her time!”

Steve knew his best friend. Bucky had never been a liar, he’d suffered since his accident, and Steve knew not to pressure him into talking about things he didn’t want to talk about. Deep down he knew that Bucky wasn’t trying to hurt him, or her!

The choice he made made him feel like he had no control over his instincts, but Steve knew his best friend couldn’t leave anybody behind. That’s just the way Bucky was, He’d do whatever it took to get the job done and get everyone home safe. Even if it was impulsive and even if they now had to deal with the consequences.

“I’ll make some calls!” Steve pushed himself up and offered a hand to his brother to fell him off the ground.

“There has to be a way of undoing it

... Im sure of it!” Hands on his hips he turned to face Bucky.

“And what if there isn’t? “ Bucky was met with silence, he knew they couldn’t afford to think of the what if.

Even if it broke Bucky's heart, and he had to sell his soul for it, he’d find her a way out!

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She woke up in a strange place! The events of the previous hours coming back to her, she realized she’d probably fallen asleep in the car.

“Ohhh good you’re awake! “ Nat appeared from the other room carrying a kettle and from her pockets pulling out a few bags of tea.

“Earl grey? It always helps with my nerves” she smiled at her, she felt as if Nat felt pity for her.

“No thank you! Im still a little dizzy if I’m being honest! “ She looked around the house. This was definitely not her old worn down cabin, Nat was a practical woman by appearance, but lacked nothing when it came to decoration.

Her house was painted an emerald green with floor to ceiling windows, white trims, and a fluffy grey couch. It was almost out of a story!It reminded her of the fancy manors she’d read about, and Nat definitely looked like royalty. The emerald also suited her hair perfectly!

“What’s going to happen to me? “ She asked nat, catching her off guard mid tea sip.

Nat lowered herself down on the couch next to her and leaned against the back using her angled right hand for support.

“We don’t know yet! Steve is trying to make some calls and see if the mating can be undone... “

her eyes lit up!

“ Undone by who?” Nat stood up and walked over to a marbled golden desk in the corner of the room, she opened a drawer and pulled out a large piece of paper. Yellow in tint and covered in black ink, where intricate drawings of the surrounding areas along with habitants. She’s never known how big the world was outside of her little cabin, and hunting grounds.

“This map shows all villages surrounding us...” she pointed at different ones and carefully explained their contributions to the treaty.

Humans took to the majority of the land, outnumbering the packs! They made little to no contact except for commodities, and medicines at nearby cities.

The treaty was an alliance of villages coming together to benefit from each other’s resources. The Wendigo's provided moose and large game, the Kitsune's traded spices and wool. There was another werewolf pack about a day's drive, they provided weapons and within their pack was a coven.

Nat drew her fingers through the sketch along the coven. They were ancient magic users! Most of us had lost the ability to shift as generations went on. Only enhanced abilities, and designations were left for most, except for the witches. They still had their full abilities and the protection they needed to practice in peace.

“If anyone can break the bond it’s them, but favors like this will cost the village some people” Nat explained, the Lycan's role In the treaty.

They provided protection!

Warriors to ward off enemies from other coasts, and humans that wanted to take land by force. If a fight needed to be fought Steve sent people to fight, but with the decline in numbers it was getting risky to send people out.

The energy in the room got tense at the thought of sacrificing people for her own sake. It made her feel immensely guilty that she didn’t even know these people that well and they were willing to risk their lives for her.

Clearing her throat and standing up to walk around the room, she explored with her eyes as she spoke ”how’s my mom?” She had been so caught up in her own emotions that she’d forgotten her mother must’ve been going crazy looking for her. Her voice cracked with panic “ Does she know I’m here?”

“Yes! Steve offered her a place here, but she declined. Winnifred said she’d check up on her as much as she can''

Nat grabbed her hands and looked at her eyes “ You have nothing to be scared about, you’re family! We’re sorry it all happened like this! I know you’re confused as to why you’re here, but Steve’s great guy I promise! I know things seem rushed right now, but we’re here to help you fit in”

She still felt as if she had no answers! Why was she so important to them? Surely they had more omega’s like her. Or maybe not... why else would they be fighting for and over her.

“Am I the only ...? “ she pointed to herself in a way that made Nat chuckle and snort a bit.

“Omega?”

“Yes!”

“ I know it’s a lot of pressure, but in a way .You’re the pack's hope.Steve thinks you and him can give the pack some...”

Nat stopped on her tracks and gave her a half hearted glance ” I'm sorry! I know it sounds horrible when I say it like that! You’re a person not a breeding mule!

“No, it’s okay! My mom told me story’s of omegas. It’s kinda what I was made for...that explains this! “ She pointed to her healing bite wound.

“ the wrong alpha claimed me!”

She thought about Bucky, that feeling in the back of her head was still there. It hummed to her like a lullaby, she couldn’t see him, but she felt him. She wondered if he felt the same way too, could they communicate like this or were they just on an emotional two way phone call.

Thinking about her bond with Bucky felt so reassuring, but so wrong! She’s supposed to be discontent with it, but it’s her Bucky. No matter how hard she’d tried she could never be mad at him.

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[yikesharringrove]

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Billy let his head fall back, resting against the side of the house.

He had lost track of time in his drunken haze, and was an hour past curfew.

No way his dad would let him in.

He thought about finding some girl, convince her into letting him drive her home, into letting him stay the night.

In whatever capacity that means. Rumors will only help him here, help him blend in.

He gave himself until the end of his cigarette. Then he would head inside are start sniffing at chicks.

He knew that Vicki girl was watching him earlier, and he’s pretty sure Tina is the one throwing the party. Maybe he can sweet talk his way into her bedroom. It’s beat having to go anywhere.

He stared at the dwindling cigarette.

It was cold out, but Billy was still drunk enough that it felt nice. It was too hot inside, everyone tugging at him, pushing him around, trying to cling onto him.

He took a deep breath, was about to stub out the dying cig against the side of the house when he heard humming.

A tune that nearly made his heart stop.

Harrington came around the corner, stumbling, and very drunk, holding a red cup with one hand, his stupid sunglasses with the other.

He stopped for a second, looking down at his feet, taking a shaking breath.

“It’s a beautiful day in this neighborhood, a beautiful day for a neighbor, would you be mine?” He laughed bitterly, pouring out his drink. He watched the spiked punch splatter in the grass at his feet. His eyes tracked up, landing on Billy as he clumsily sang, “could you be mine?”

“Mr. Rogers, huh?” Harrington just stared. “I like that show.”

“It’s good.” Steve was slurring, just a touch. “Mr. Rogers wants to be my friend. He says so. Every episode.”

“Yeah, that’s kinda the idea of the neighborhood.” 

“Wish I had a neighborhood.” Harrington threw his empty cup into the bushes.

“You do.”

“No, like, a Mr. Rogers kinda neighborhood. Where everyone was nice, and, and people liked me, and I had friends. Mr. Rogers is my only friend and he’s not even real.”

“He’s real.” Harrington huffed dramatically at Billy.

“But he lives in the t.v. He’s not here. He’s not real in my life. Or I’m not real in his.” He furrowed his brows, looked like he was getting confused.

It was cute.

And Billy suddenly realized he didn’t know Harrington’s first name.

That Tom kid just kept referring to him as Harrington.

“I’m Billy.”

“I know.” Billy rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, but I don’t know your name, Dumbass.” Harrington’s eyes went hollow. It was fucking creepy.

“It’s Steve. But Dumbass works too I guess.” Billy made a mental note never to call him dumbass again.

“Well, you know. Now that we know each other, we can be neighbors.” Steve’s face lit up slowly, like the words were sinking in one by one.

And then he threw himself at Billy, hugging him tightly around the middle.

And Billy realized, horrified, that Steve was sobbing into his neck.

Billy reached up, patting his back.

“Why don’t I take you home, Steve?” That was somehow the wrong thing to say, as Steve just started crying harder.

“No one takes care of me.”

“Whoa, who said anything about take care of? I was just gonna drop you off. Let your mom do all the heavy lifting.”

And then Steve’s legs seemed to give out under him.

“Mom’s not home. Never home.” A chill spread through Billy’s whole body.

“Is she, did she pass?”

“No. She just chooses not to be around me,” Steve wailed. Billy was very much in over his head.

But he may have found a place to sleep tonight.

And if Steve likes Mr. Rogers, he’s gotta have the channel at home.

Because that was the thing about moving to Hawkins. It meant leaving everything behind. Including, Mrs. Beverly down the street that let Billy come in and watch The Neighborhood with her.

She was old and kind, gave him cookies and turned a blind eye if he got choked up during an episode.

“Hey, Steve, just let me drive you home, okay?” Steve nodded into his neck.

Billy led him to his car parked far down the road. He didn’t want any assholes hitting it.

He had pounded some water before heading outside, and felt alright. Still a little hazy, but he’ll get them there in one piece.

Steve had calmed down some, just kinda had tears sliding down his face now, Which was better than his body wracking with harsh sobs.

He silently pointed at streets Billy was meant to turn down, and Billy, for once, drove slowly enough that it worked out.

Steve was still humming the theme song, his voice cracking every so often.

He pointed to a big house at the end of the street, and Billy pulled into the long drive way.

He glared at the huge fucking house. Steve made no move to get out of the car.

He was holding onto his seat belt, the car silent without his humming.

“Do you wanna come in?” His voice was tiny, like he already new the answer.

“Sure.” His head snapped up to look at Billy. Billy just killed the ignition and pulled himself out of the car.

He watched Steve, smile on his face, as he stumbled awkwardly out of the passenger seat, nearly falling over in the process.

Billy got one hand on his elbow as they walked to the front double doors.

“You wanna-I got Mr. Rogers on tape.” Steve was just holding his keys out for Billy.

There were only a few, one clearly a car key, so it was a matter of three different keys.

Steve seemed like he just didn’t wanna bother.

“I got a buncha episodes. We could watch one.”

“Sure, if you want.” Steve beamed at him. Billy just focused on getting the door open.

The second key worked and the heavy lock slid open.

Steve’s house was cold.

It was immaculately clean, like some kinda model home.

It looked like nobody lived in it.

Steve brought Billy through the entry hall to a door just off the kitchen leading into a basement.

This was better. The couch was worn and there was a blanket strewn on it like Steve had been curled up underneath it.

Billy realized this is probably where Steve spends most of his time in this empty house, the almost cozy television room downstairs.

There were shelves lined with tapes, all sorts of movies and neatly labeled television show recordings.

Steve had probably every episode of The Neighborhood in a section all on it’s own. Billy picked a random episode and hoped it wasn’t one guaranteed to make him cry.

He figured Steve’s breakdown was enough for one night.

Steve sang along to the theme song under his breath.

It was so damn cute.

He was slurring still, drunk and lazy, sitting low on the couch with the blanket pulled up to his chin.

It looked hand knit.

He had put some over Billy’s lap when he sat down.

The episode turned out to be fine.

For Billy that is.

It was an old one, one from about two years ago.

One about friendship.

And Steve seemed to be okay.

And then the story moved to the Neighborhood of Make-Believe.

The puppet people were on their way to a picnic at King Friday’s palace.

But Lady Aberlin was in a rush and forgot to get Daniel Tiger and bring him to the picnic.

And Daniel Tiger explained how hurt he felt, forgotten and left out by his friends. How they had fun without him and that made him feel bad.

And Steve was crying again.

“They, they just forgot Daniel-” Billy could barely make out what he was saying.

This was no pretty crying. This wasn’t a few dainty tears.

This was water covering Steve’s cheeks. This was snot and borderline hyperventilating.

And Billy has never felt more out of his depths.

“They don’t care about Daniel! They don’t love him!” Yeah, this was not about Daniel Tiger and the fucking picnic.

“Steve, of course they love Daniel. Lady Aberlin came back, and, and she apologized! Sometimes, you know, friends can just be shitty,” Billy offered. Steve wailed. There were tears dripping off his chin now.

“I wouldn’t know!”

“C’mon, man. Didn’t I say I was your friend?”

“You don’t even know me!”

“I’ve seen you fucking ugly cry three times tonight. I feel like I know you pretty well.” The episode was still playing, Mr. Rogers now explaining in that soft voice of his, that telling friends our feelings can help make us feel better. Billy pointed at the television. “Tell me your feelings! Mr. Rogers said it’ll help.”

“I, I, no one loves me. Nancy doesn’t love me, my old friends want fuckin’ nothing to do with me, and, and my parents don’t even like me, and I’m always left behind.”

“Wait, Nancy’s that girl, right? That Tom guy said you ditched him for her.”

“No. I ditched him because he was being a fucking asshole.”

“Them Steve, you kinda can’t complain that he wants nothing to do with you after you ditched him.”

“I tried to talk to him. Like, a month later. We were best friends since we were five, and it was one stupid fight, and I tried to talk it out, and he told me to go fuck myself.” Damn.

“Oh.”

“Yeah, oh.” Steve had stopped crying by now, but his face was still wet. He was fucking covered in snot. Jesus Christ. “I tried. He just realized he was better off without me.”

“Or he was hurt and trying to protect his pride or some shit.” Steve deflated a bit.

“The Nancy thing is, that one’s real. She said she was just pretending. We’ve been together for a year. And I, I love her. And she’s just pretending.” Steve suddenly sat up, flipping the blanket down to let out his top half, scooting to sit against the armrest facing Billy.

The credits were rolling on the tape.

“Y’know, I offered to like, not go to college for her. I missed the early application deadline because my whole plan up until like two hours ago was to rot in this shitty fucking town for her. To settle down with her. To marry her. And she’s fucking pretending.” He finally wiped off his face. “I don’t even know what to do anymore. I fucking don’t.”

Billy didn’t either.

Well, he had a few suggestions, but you could always suck my cock, right here and now felt a little crass for the situation.

“You said early application. You’ve still got the regular deadlines.”

“I wanted to do early because Nancy had been helping me with my grades all fucking year. She helped me bring them up a lot last year and without her, man they’re gonna tank.”

“Nah. You got me now. I can give you a hand.”

Steve gave him a look, one eyebrow raised.

“What? I’m smarter than I look.”

“That’s not reassuring.” Billy reached out and slapped Steve’s arm. Steve pouted at him, rubbing the sore spot. “Owie.”

“Don’t fuckin’ say owie.”

“That hurt, Billy. What would Mr. Rogers say?”

“He’d agree you were being a pain in my ass.”

“Rude.”

Steve looked better. His eyes were a little bit brighter.

“So, Daniel Tiger. Did talking about your feelings help?”

Steve rolled his eyes, but he was smiling, just a teeny bit.

“Yeah, it did. Thanks, King Friday.”

“Oh, you better take that back! I am not King Friday.”

-

Here’s a clip from the episode they watch. It’s lowkey fucking brutal. (The clip is “Daniel Feels Forgotten” under the Daniel Striped Tiger section)

#yikes writes #billy hargrove #harringrove #steve harrington

[wolfish-trickster]

Advent kisses

3/24

Loki x female!reader

Word count: 1 280(they are getting longer and longer, i'm so sorry)

Summary: Instead of chocolates, kisses are going to be recieved everyday until Christmas.

Tag list: @gaitwae

'I think I went too quick.'

Loki was lying on his bed staring at the ceiling. A few minutes ago he kissed you on the cheek. It was the best feeling he had had in a long while. Your skin was so soft and warm. His heart was beating unnaturally quick. Still.

'I should've gone for her fingers or palm, not moving straight to her face.' He was overthinking. If he went too fast, he could've scare you away. You could start avoiding him, just like he thought you did today. He knew you were not lying when you said the reason you were asking Thor about Asgard and not him. But something about that truth felt off. Like you didn't say the entire truth.

It doesn't matter. You were telling the truth. You wanted to give him a gift. Him! Humans tend to give eachother gifts when they care about eachother. You cared about him! He smiled at that thought.

Loki glanced at his alarm clock. 00:10. He should really go to sleep. He rolled on his side and hugged one of his spare pillows imagining it was you, closed his eyes and dreamt of tommorrow's kiss.

-

Morning came too soon for his liking. It was 6:00 when he first opened his eyes and 6:45 when he rolled from his bed, got dressed and made his way to kitchen. Sun didn't even start rising yet. Only Avngers did. Natasha, Clint and Tony were opening their advent calendars and chewing on their chocolates. When Tony spotted the mischievious god he stopped chewing.

"You! How dare you ruin the tradition!" he pointed at Loki, mouth still full of chocolate.

"Whatever you think I did Stark, I thoroughly enjoyed it. But seriously now, what do you think I did?"

"You," Tony reached for one of the calendars behind his back, "ate," picked up the box with Loki's name, "all of your chocolates in one day! It's not how we do it! You're supposed to eat one a day!"

"Calm down Tony, it's his loss. He's going to be without chocolates, not you," Natasha was trying to pacify the situation.

Tony looked at her. Nat glared at him.

"Bet he'll back off," Clint whispered to Loki.

"Why betting when you already won?" Loki smirked. Everyone knew when Natasha glared and you didn't back off soon enough, you're not gonna end well.

Thankfully, Tony still had common sense. "Alright, you're forgiven Mischief."

"As if I needed your forgiveness. You gave the box to me, remember? And I get to do whatever I please with it. Including enjoying the chocolate in one go," he smirked.

Meanwhile the rest stumbled into the kitchen. Bucky, Sam and Steve wet from their morning after run shower, Thor in nothing more than brown sweatpants, Wanda and Vision holding hands, Bruce yawning from reading instead of sleeping the whole night and you. Your hair was a mess, still in your pyjamas (oversized t-shirt and sweatpants), rubbing your eyes. You looked extremly cute.

"Good morning," you greeted him mid-yawn.

"Good morning to you too," Loki smiled at you. You weren't trying to avoid him like he thought you would. First good thing this morning.

All of you ate breakfast. Discussed your plans for the day. Talked. Just the typical morning.

"And what about you Y/N?"

You looked up from your plate, still half asleep. "What?"

Wanda repeated her question. "What about you? Do you want to come with me, Vision, Tony and Pepper to city? Taking a walk on the fresh air, shopping-" "Aka you browsing through store for half an hour and leaving because the jacket isn't in the right shade of red?" Vision teased her with his hand around her shoulders.

"That happened only once Vis. Can you please stop bringing it up?"

Vision pretended to think. Then smiled at her. "No."

You chuckled a bit. "No I don't think I will join you. Not that I have better things to do than hang out with you. I'll be like a fifth wheel to you guys. Two couples and a book worm without social skills," Loki noticed your mood shift. You were lonely. He can't just leave it like that now, can he?

"I can accompany you, if the rest of the group allows me. It'll be two discustingly in love couples and two book worms," he smiled at you.

You looked at him and smiled. Then you looked at Tony. "Can he come please? I'll keep an eye on him, I promise."

"Alright. But don't let him buy any chocolate. He already had enough," Tony glared at Loki who smirked at him.

20 minutes later the six of you were heading to shopping mall. As Vision predicted (and all of the boys expected) girls spent about an hour in two different stores, but didn't buy anything. You headed to bookstore while the girls stopped to look at purses.

"So what's between you and Y/N?" Tony asked Loki as they were waiting in front of the shop.

"Something called friendship, maybe you've heard of it?"

"Cut the sass and tell me the truth."

"It is the truth."

"You kissed her hand two days ago."

"That I did. We do it on Asgard to show respect or gratitude. Things Midgardians lack these days."

"I also saw you and her in the library reading together."

Loki side eyed Tony. "That's..... what libraries are for."

Tony smirked. "But libraries aren't meant for two 'friends' to cuddle."

'Damn, I forgot the security cameras.' Loki kept his stone cold facade while panicing internally. If he saw you two cuddling then he also saw the cheek kiss. Why must this man see and ruin every sweet moment he shared with you?!

Just as he wanted to reply smething sarcastic you ran up to both of them laughing and holding a book. "I found it guys! The picture of Dorian Grey! I was looking for this book for WEEKS!" you ran straight into Loki, hugging him tightly. Tony smirked at both of you. Loki only glared at him and put both of his arms around you.

"Darling, I don't think I can survive another hour waiting in front of the store for ladies of those two. Let's go outside for fresh air," he was pushing you with a hand on your lower back away from Tony before he could comment on the hug.

It was cold outside. Loki barely registered, but you were positively shivering. He started walking towards the tower but you stopped him with a hand on his shoulder. "Can we go for a walk into a park? I like this weather, might be one of the last days with sun still shining without clouds."

"Alright, lead the way darling," he smiled at the way you blushed. He liked making you blush. You looked cute. After 45 minutes of walking he noticed how your nose and cheeks got red from cold. "You must be terribly cold, don't you want to go to tower yet?"

You shook your head. "Not really. Well, maybe a little bit. My fingers are freezing. I think it's time to go before I get frostbite," you looked down at your red finger tips.

"Here let me help you," Loki brought both of your hands to his face. His hands starte to glow with soft green light as he kissed each finger tip. You were bright red, but not from cold. When he drew back he smiled at you. "Better?"

Only then you realized what he did. He put a warming spell on you.

"Yes, thank you," you smiled back at him.

He looked down at your small hands in his big pale ones. "Can I hold your hand the way back to tower? To keep the warming charm."

Both of you knew it wasn't only for the charm. So you let him.

#loki #loki laufeyson #loki odinson #loki x reader #loki fluff #fluffy loki #christmas fic #the avengers #fluff