Visit Blog
Explore Tumblr blogs with no restrictions, modern design and the best experience.
#marvel fan fic
yelllingashardasican · 6 hours ago
Text
the sam and bucky arc is so funny to me; like there’s no way that no one at marvel reads fan fics. literally doesn’t have to be sam an bucky fan fics; not even marvel. but they have to have read some because how else would they know to include:
1. enemies to lovers
2. “... unless you could just stay with me...?🥺”
3. there’s only one bed 😱
4. COUPLES THERAPY wtf
5. BOAT FIXING MONTAGE (there’s no way they don’t know about the bucky on the docks headcannon)
6. everyone around them knows they love eachother before they do. esp that one frienemy who hella ships them (zemo)
i could go on but i won’t. 
97 notes · View notes
incorrectseaweedbrain · 18 hours ago
Text
What We Once Were (Ruby Hale x Chase Davenport) Drabble
Chase’s POV:
If I closed my eyes I could still feel the heat of your touch in my ice cold hands. I could almost see you standing in front of me leaning into my chest for comfort.
But those were distant memories now. That was before he took you from me. You were so oblivious to the vile things happening around you, I thought hiding it from you would keep you safer. But I think that ended up being your downfall in the end. And I have no one to blame but myself. I let him get too close. I let his plan get too far.
In my dreams I can still hear your shrill screams of pain in the distance echoing off the cement walls. You were so close yet so far. And no matter how fast I ran I could never save you. He always got to you first and flooded your mind with his own dark and twisted thoughts.
My fingers gently ran over the long scar stretching from my shoulder to my elbow. You gave this to me in a fit of rage. But i’m not mad at you. It serves as a daily reminder of the beautiful girl I could once say was mine.
1 note · View note
Link
Chapter Excerpt:
“Think of me as a sort of… guardian demon.”
“PFFFFTTT-HA!” Jessica did an actual spit-take and burst into laughter, first at Crowley, then at herself, shaking her head in disbelief. “Guardian demon! Leave it to me to have guardian demon! Did the angels just give up, or…?”
“Jessica Jones, I can think of only one angel who might be qualified to be your celestial guardian,” the demon teased, “but he currently has his hands full shooing customers away from his bookshop. Face it, I’m the only being, celestial or infernal, who is not only capable but also willing and intrigued enough to put up with your bullshit.”
“Fair enough,” Jessica smiled.
Inspired by this prompt
1 note · View note
mollysolo · a day ago
Text
Peace
Summary: You visit Bucky in Wakanda.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes X fem!Reader
Warnings: Skinny dipping + implied smut + some parts are NSFW
Tumblr media
“I’m surprised that he’s letting you visit him. While he’s been here he’s only let Ayo and I see him.” Shuri told you.
You let out a quiet laugh as you looked over at her.
“I haven’t seen him since he escaped from HYDRA for good. So, that’s probably why he agreed to this.” you said, still smiling.
“Ah, I see.” Shuri replied.
She kindly smiled at you as she pointed at Buckys hut. You smiled back at her as you walked over to it.
She happily watched you from a far, it was nice having someone new visiting Bucky.
You slowly opened the curtain that acted as a door to his hut and peered inside. You quietly admired him before you made your presence known.
His hair was still long, he had a full beard and the fake arm from his time as the winter soldier was still missing.
You put your hands behind your back as you looked down at him, he looked to be incredibly lost in his thoughts.
“Bucky?” you quietly said as you walked into the hut.
As soon as he heard your voice, he quickly stood up and looked directly at you. He paused for a moment before he closed the gap between you two and wrapped his arm around you.
His masculine scent filled your nostrils as you snaked both of your arms around him. You hummed as a feeling of comfort consumed you.
A few moments later as he remained in your arms, he began to plant several kisses to your face. You had never seen Bucky be this affectionate, but you weren’t complaining.
“God, I’ve missed you. What took you so long?” he said as he pulled away.
Your hands went behind your back again as you slowly sat down on his bed, causing him to sit down next you a second later.
“I knew you were going through a lot at the time and I just didn’t want to intrude or come off as annoying. I just knew that you needed your space. Y’know?” you explained.
Bucky then scooted closer to you and twirled around his finger a piece of your hair that had fallen in front of your face.
You looked at him with a bittersweet smile on your face as you thought back to when he did this for the first time when you two started to get closer.
You cupped his face in your hands and pressed a few gentle kisses to his forehead. Buckys cheeks turned a crimson red as you did this.
“I love you and I have for a long time now.” he admitted.
You folded your lips in as you pulled your face away from his and your hands left his cheeks.
“I know Bucky.” you made known.
A look of worry was plastered on his face before you spoke, but once you did his face relaxed and went back into its resting position.
He raised an eyebrow as he began to talk, “How do you know? Did Shuri tell you?” he asked, slightly embarrassed.
You giggled at his questions and said, “You’re not very good at hiding those kind of feelings Bucky.”
He softly nodded his head in response.
You then held his face in your hands again and kissed him. Bucky relaxed into the kiss and gently placed his hand around your neck.
“You up for a bit of skinny dipping, doll?” he said as a smirk appeared on his face.
You smirked back at him.
“Of course.” you said as you wrapped your hands around the nape of his neck.
The two of you quickly walked out to the nearby lake and immediately began to strip.
As he slowly took off the cloth that covered his body he looked at you with admiration in his eyes. Sunlight was perfectly bouncing off of every part of your body.
You looked so heavenly and Bucky couldn’t bare to take his eyes off of you, even for a second.
“I can feel you staring Buck. Have you never seen a women naked or something?” you said as your head fell back and you laughed.
“You’re so beautiful.” he said breathlessly.
He then removed the last of his clothes and took your hand in his as he started to walk towards the lake.
The cool water went up to your waists, the water earning a squeak from you as you went deeper into the lake.
Once you two were fully in the water, Bucky pulled you closer to him and cupped your butt in his hand. You quietly moaned as you pressed your chest up against his.
He bent over as he held more of your butt in his hand and gingerly bit your neck, causing you to moan again, but louder this time.
“I fuckin’ love that sound.” he muttered as he hissed air through his teeth.
You practically melted in his hand as his hand dipped down in between your legs and he groaned into your ear. Your nails dug into his shoulders, littering crescent moon shapes across them.
You let him continue with what he was doing. After all, you hadn’t been touched like this in a very long time and you didn’t dare to stop him from pleasing you.
You traced the muscles on Buckys arm with your index finger as you snuggled into him.
“You should visit more often.” he said with a smirk as he looked up at the ceiling of his hut.
You laughed as you jokingly hit him. But after an evening like that, you definitely knew that you would be visiting him a lot more.
——————————————————
marvel tag list: @lil-stark @mrsbarbesstan
marvel tag list: @lil-stark @mrsbarbesstan
if your username is crossed out, it is because i cannot tag you.
i hope you guys like this! while writing this i listened to peace by Taylor Swift. and as always my inbox is open for requests. :))
Join (or leave) my tag list here!
Navigation
165 notes · View notes
starrybrock · a day ago
Text
let my guard down: the confrontation (4) ✧ bucky barnes
let my guard down ✧ a bucky barnes series | taglist | ao3
pairing: bucky barnes x reader
summary: you let it all out, and bucky finally opens up.
word count: 1,987
warning(s): still angsty but i promise fluff is coming soon, discussion of bucky’s trauma
Tumblr media
You hated yourself for it, but you could not get Bucky Barnes off of you mind. That night, when you returned home from IKEA, you tossed and turned as you tried to block out the memories of his pale blue eyes glossy with tears. But, every time you shut your eyes, there he was. His lip quivering, his eyes blinking fast. Him not looking at you, trying to hide his emotions from you. He tried to hide so much from you, even when it was hiding from you that broke your heart. He knew it. You knew it. And yet, he continued to do it. 
You found it hard to focus with him plaguing your thoughts. You didn’t know what you could do. There was still so much that had been left unsaid. A part of you wondered if it would make any different if those things were said. Would it make you feel better? Or would it just break your heart more? Would pouring yourself out to Bucky Barnes just hurt you more in the long haul? 
You danced around the thoughts for nearly a week. You already hurt so much, and you knew that it would hardly make a difference if you hurt some more. You were aware that you couldn’t hold in your emotions, you couldn’t suppress them until they were a distant memory. That was what got you into this mess. Granted, it was Bucky’s suppressing his emotions and—well, you supposed it was you suppressing your emotions too. Ignoring the way your heart hurt when he would shut you out. Not addressing the way it made you ache whenever he would focus only on himself. Hiding your feelings for him until you literally couldn’t anymore.
You were not about to repeat the mistakes of the past. 
You had to get this off your chest. 
Unfortunately, you came to this realization in the dead of night. You had been lying in bed for what felt like hours, trying to talk yourself down until you couldn’t any longer. You forced yourself out of bed, deciding that it was fine to journey to his apartment at almost midnight on a Tuesday to tell him exactly how you felt. You didn’t bother changing out of your pajamas, deciding that he was going to listen and take you seriously even if you were wearing an oversized t-shirt from your college and a pair of fuzzy Cookie Monster pants. You slipped your shoes on, grabbed your keys and pepper spray, and then made the trip to his apartment. 
If you were being honest, you didn’t remember much of the journey there. You were so lost in your thoughts that you hardly registered that you’d made it from one side of D.C. to the other. You only became aware of where you were when you heard Bucky’s groggy voice, as though he’d just been woken up, when you hit the button to be buzzed into the building.
“What? Who is this?” he asked.
You could practically see him rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand, his face scrunching together as he mentally chewed out whoever was disturbing him. The thought almost made you smile.
“It’s Y/N. I wanna talk.”
He paused for a long moment. You were almost certain he’d fallen asleep where he was standing when he finally said, “Shit. Okay, yeah. C’mon up.”
You took the stairs two at a time as you made your way up to your apartment. You had to do this, but you didn’t want to drag it out any further than was necessary. The sooner this was over, the sooner you could get back to your regularly scheduled programming. You could leave this part of your life in the past.
You could move on.
Bucky must’ve been waiting for you by the door, cause he was already opening the door before you could even raise your hand to knock. He stared at you as you stepped into his apartment, looking far more awake than he had sounded just moments ago. You figured you must’ve given him a real scare. He probably never expected to see and hear from you again but, here you were. Standing in the middle of his apartment at 12:17am on what was now a Wednesday. 
The apartment looked different than how it looked before. You supposed a year could change that. But you never really expected to see his decorating habits to change so drastically. Sure, you’d seen him picking some stuff out at IKEA, but…this? It was like he was making conscious effort to make his apartment a home now. It was almost…sweet. Heartwarming. 
“What did you wanna talk about?” he asked when you spent more than a few seconds just looking around his apartment.
“I…I had some things I needed to get off my chest,” you said, trying to keep your voice steady.
He blinked slowly, as if he wasn’t sure what you were getting at. “I’m all ears.”
“Yeah, but you haven’t been. Buck, I…I was there for you. I listened to everything you ever had to say. I was your shoulder to fucking cry on, but…You weren’t there for me. I was more of a friend to you than you were to me, and even then I’m not convinced I was even a friend. I was free therapist, one who wasn’t condescending to you like your real therapist was. You…you used me to get better, and I…I’m not mad about it. I’d do it again, because I like helping people. But, it’s a two way street.”
“I know—”
“Except you don’t! You don’t know what it was like for me,” you cried. “I had to hold back so much. I knew that if I said the wrong thing, if I pushed too hard, you’d just shut me out. And when you shut me out, it fucking hurt. I wanted to be there for you, but you’d never let me.”
“I’m so sorry—”
“Please! Just let me talk! After all this time, you owe me at least that.”
He said nothing, so you continued.
“I wanted to be there for you, but you always get me at arm’s length. I wasn’t…I wasn’t a person to you. Or, at least, that’s what it felt like. I was just a tool in your recovery process. You never cared about me, what I wanted. Every aspect of our relationship—our friendship—was centered around you. And I don’t mind that, but I wanted to feel important at least once. But…I…” you sank into the couch, covering your face with your hands as you tried to not totally lose it. “I said I loved you, but I don’t think I ever did. ‘Cause I could never love someone who cared so little for me. Because the facts were in front of me the entire fucking time. Never, not once, did you care for me the way I cared for you. You just used me to get yourself through it all.”
You almost expected him to take off running, like he did all those months ago. But, he surprised you when he sat next to you and wrapped his arms around you. He pulled you impossibly close and squeezed you tight, holding you like you used to hold him. 
And you almost wanted to push him away, but there was something so…nice about finally, finally, being the one who was getting comforted that you just let him stay where he was. 
He held you for what felt like hours. At some point, he settled further back into the couch and pulled you up onto his lap and just cradled you in his arms while you cried. He never said anything. He never gave any sort of indication that he was uncomfortable. He was there for you, like you had been there for him so many times before. 
When your sobs finally quieted, he said barely above a whisper, “Can I say something now?”
“Yeah,” you sniffled, pulling back a little to look at him.
He wouldn’t meet your eyes, almost like he was still scared of letting his guard down. “I…I’m not…Fuck, I don’t know how to say this shit.”
You grabbed one of his hands and squeezed gently, falling back into old habits. “It’s okay. Take your time.”
“I just…I was scared. I’ve spent so much of my life being a puppet to someone else’s will, and I just…I was fucking terrified that you were just going to be another person who would try to hurt me,” he said. He looked over at you, meeting your eyes before some sort of realization dawned upon him. “I…I was so wrapped up in trying to hide myself that I never told you who I really am.”
“What do you mean?”
“My name is James Buchanan Barnes,” he began. “I’m from Brooklyn, and I…I fought alongside Steve Rogers during World War II.”
“…Steve Rogers…as in…Captain America?”
“To me, he’s just some punk who couldn’t stay out of a fight,” he chuckled weakly. “But yeah, yeah that’s him. And I swear I’m not lying to you. I…I fought alongside him and the other Howling Commandos, but it went wrong. I, I fell off a train. I was so sure I’d be dead, but…This group, HYDRA, they found me and they just…They fucking tortured me.”
You let go of his hand, moving to run your fingers through his hair as he talked.
“They molded me into the perfect weapon, they said. Took every part of me out and just turned me into a fucking killing machine. For decades, I had to fight and torture and kill for them. And when the fight was over, my mind was wiped and I was stuck on ice until they needed me again. I was a fucking puppet for decades, until…until Steve. The fucking punk didn’t stop til I remembered him. I, I broke out of the control HYDRA had on me, and I just ran. Went into hiding. And I did so well at it, until I was framed for blowing up the UN. They…the Avengers…they were supposed to bring me in. But Steve, and his friends, they risked it all for me. They took me to Wakanda, where whatever control HYDRA still had on me was totally wiped. I thought the fight was finally over, but then…fucking Thanos came and I had to fight again.”
“Wait, so the talking raccoon thing was true?”
He snorted. “Yeah, yeah that was true.”
“I—never mind, continue.”
“Then the Blip happened, and then it was undone. And I thought that maybe I could have some semblance of normalcy, just be friends with Steve and learn to navigate this world but…But Steve, he went back in time and just didn’t come back. He left me, and I get why, but it so fucking much. He said he’d be there for me but, when it mattered, he was gone. And now? Now I’m just scared that everyone I care about will leave me, too.”
“Bucky…”
“And I guess that’s why I always kept you at arms length. I didn’t want you to get too close, cause I couldn’t handle the pain any longer. When you’ve been through what I’ve been through, it’s just easier to succumb to loneliness.”
You stared at him for a moment. “You know what I think?”
“What?”
“I think we need a do-over. Just start this whole friendship from square one. Try to make this work.”
“You know what? I couldn’t agree more.” He held out his hand. “Hi, my name’s Bucky Barnes.”
You smiled softly and took his hand in yours. “It’s nice to meet you, Bucky. I’m Y/N Y/L/N.”
80 notes · View notes
my-marvel-musings · a day ago
It's officially bugging you hours 😈
Pick a ship name fir Everett/Juna
Tumblr media
Tumblr media
Tumblr media
Tumblr media
Tumblr media
Tumblr media
Omfg 🤣🤣🤣
First of all, thanks 2020. We can never use Rona again 😂
My vote is for Everna. Junette also works 😂😂😂
6 notes · View notes
strawwrites · a day ago
Text
Bruce Banner x Female!Civilian!Reader: Oh My Dear [Ch. 16]
Tumblr media
Summary: For [F Name] [L Name], Manhattan was nothing but a hellhole. She got out and wasn’t ever coming back. When a set of cut-rate superheroes tears the city apart, however, her grandmother sucks her back into that familiar life of loneliness and angry customers. Even worse, one of those superheroes has decided to use [Name] in another crazy plan to “help” his best friend. Unfortunately for everyone involved, Tony’s plan just might work-if only for a few months.
Challenge:  “#1 AVENGERS ULTIMATE CHALLENGE!!!!“ by DancingBubbles on Lunaescence Archives.
Ratings/Warnings: T (foul language, sexual references, dead parents, difficult relationships with family members, some language that might border on verbal abuse from a family member, angst, contrived coincidences, and a generally unresearched depiction of paraplegia)
Tag List: @thecrazytealady, @mycosmicparadise​
Chapter 16: Baby Steps
Bruce did not show up at the Stand that Monday–or the day after that or the day after that. The paper bag carrying Pepper’s cleaned sweats traveled with you to work and back home those first few times. Eventually the waiting and the disappointment became too much, forcing you to shove the sake into a cubby underneath the cash register. At least you could stop thinking about it when you went home. A week past after that. Clearly drastic measures would need to be taken if you wanted your own things back.
Not, if you were honest with yourself, that you really cared about your clothes. Like everything you owned from your young adult days, they were worn and well-past fashion don’t. Pepper probably could afford to find herself something new to wear, too. The real reason for your nerves, was something you were trying not to think about too hard about.
That did not change the fact two Saturday mornings later found you standing awkwardly in front of Stark Tower, a sore thumb sticking out from a crowd of tourists come to see what was quickly becoming a national monument.
“Excuse me. I need in the building, please,” you murmured as you tried to keep your eyes on the path despite the flash bulbs going off.
Unfortunately, everyone else had the same goal. With the construction finished, it seemed every single person in the country wanted a glimpse of the new Avengers HQ.
“You think any of them are here?” you heard not a few people ask.
“I heard he’s inviting the entire team!” was always the joyous response.
This news did nothing to help your mood. Not that it mattered, you thought as you took a deep breath and tried to steady yourself in the stream of people. You weren’t ever going to meet the rest of them. Right before this turn of thought took you down a path you wanted to avoid, someone bumped into you. Your eyes, closed to help you ignore the crowd, popped open. You barely had time to register the familiar face before Janie broke into a wide grin.
“Oh, hello! Back again, are you?” she asked.
“Yeah, along with the rest of the state,” you answered with a roving glance across the stuffed entrance. When your eyes landed on Janie again, she was rolling hers.
“I know. It’s been awful. I thought I signed up for a regular secretarial gig, but so far it’s been nothing but construction and tourists. Guess I should have known, considering the higher-ups.”
A sort of hollow laugh filled your response.
Janie shrugged as she tried to shove past a family wearing Iron Man masks. “I’ve been told there will be some police here tomorrow, at least to help with the maximum occupancy rule. Thank god.”
Since Janie was going to all the trouble of making a path, you followed her. After several minutes of arduous struggle, she popped out from between two red-haired women clutching autographed photos of Tony. She collapsed into her chair at once. You stood awkwardly next to the desk, wondering in the pause of conversation how exactly to continue.
“So,” she said at last, with another bright smile, “What can I help you with today?”
“Oh, I…” You trailed away as a shot of nerves coursed up your arms.
“Another package to deliver?”
Suddenly you remembered the paper bag clutched to your chest. “Yes!” you blurted. “Yes.”
Janie reached for the phone. “I’ll call Miss Potts and let her know you’re here.”
“Wait!”
With a frown, Janie did so. For a moment, your pulse took all your attention. How to ask for Bruce? They were Pepper’s clothes. Still, what if she didn’t want to see you after that tantrum of yours? What if he didn’t want to see you after that tantrum of yours? Maybe you shouldn’t have bothered coming. No one knew Bruce worked here either. Could you even ask Janie to call him for you?
Apparently you were taking a little too long deliberating, because she had to prompt you with a soft, “Yes?”
You shook your head. “That would be great. Um, could you tell her the package is for a mutual friend?”
“Sure thing.”
“I’m…going to go wait outside, if that’s okay. It’s a little full in here. It’ll be easier to find me.”
“I’ll let her know.”
You nodded and added an uncomfortable “thanks” before darting back outside as quickly as you could.
The sidewalk was still pretty crowded. People kept posing, pointing in the air even though there wasn’t any suit of armor to be seen, and generally making as much noise as possible. It was a little emptier at least. That would make it easier for Bruce, right? If he even came to see you. God, he was probably avoiding you on purpose. Your hands shook a little as you settled down onto the wide, cement steps in as a vacant a space as you could find. After all, you’d basically acted like a baby every single time you saw him. How attractive could that be to a guy like him?
The noise around you faded into something of a dull roar. You leaned your cheeks onto your fists and glowered down at the buses chugging past the building. Bruce hadn’t acted upset with you, though. He’d let you feel what you wanted to feel. Maybe he was tired of it. Of course he was. Thirty-year-old women were supposed to act with a little more decorum. That kiss didn’t mean anything to him. He was just drunk. He himself had said it’d been awhile since he’d got out. Probably he just hadn’t kissed someone in years. Just because it was the same for you didn’t mean anything. If you were smart, you’d just get up and take one of those buses home. You had checkbooks to balance anyway.
A hand on your shoulder made you jump as a gasp slip from your mouth.
"Sorry,” Bruce said with his hands held palms toward you. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“N-No. I–I’m sorry. I wasn’t expecting you.”
Bruce looked a little confused as you got hastily to your feet. “Pepper said you were looking for me.”
“I was! I just didn’t think you’d actually show up.”
“I seriously considered it,” he admitted.
You pressed your lips together so they wouldn’t betray the slight sinking of your heart.
A short pause preceded his question: “Why are you here?”
“Pepper’s clothes. You,” you scuffed your feet against the ground, “never came to pick them up.”
“Yeah. Sorry about that.”
“No, it’s okay. You’re probably busy with all your science stuff.”
“I guess.”
You frowned at the cement when the conversation ground to a halt. No matter what you mentally told yourself to convince yourself to actually say what you came to say, you couldn’t manage it. Not after Bruce was so clearly unhappy to see you.
“Here!” You thrust the bag of clothing at him.
Bruce did not take it. “I don’t have your things.”
“That’s okay.” Your eyes remained glued to a window pane high above his head. “Just have Pepper mail them to me. Or not. I mean, I can just get another pair some time.”
For a moment, Bruce regarded you in that now-familiar way of his. Then he took the package and nodded. “I’ll let her know. Thanks for bringing this all the way over here.”
“No problem.” Your throat was getting a little too tight for words. A smile forced your lips up painfully. “Sorry I made you get out here in this mess.”
“It’s the least I could do.”
“Okay. Well, I’ll see you later.”
“Sure.”
The pair of you stood about a foot apart, not saying anything, not even really looking at each other. Bruce gave a nervous shrug and a twitch of his head, then began to make his way back into the building.
“Wait!”
He turned, perhaps a little reluctantly. His eyes darted toward your hands, and you realized you had grabbed his wrist to prevent him from going further. You dropped it as if electrocuted. No words came from him; meanwhile, your lips writhed as you tried to form some of your own. How many minutes passed, you didn’t know. When you did speak, you hardly understood the words:
“Did that kiss mean anything to you?”
His tongue snaked out of his lips to wet them before he said, “What?”
You screwed your eyes shut and took a deep breath. More slowly, you repeated, “Did that kiss mean anything to you?”
Bruce might have colored a bit. You were trying very hard not to look at him, though, so that might have just been your imagination. Disappointment might have been a close friend to you, but you didn’t want it bursting in now. Nearly as much time passed before he spoke again as he had when this whole affair had started:
“What?”
“That kiss, at the bar. Did it mean something to you?”
“Why are you asking?”
Connect. Papa had said to connect. You willed yourself to look into Bruce’s eyes when you spoke up. “Because it might have meant something to me.”
“You’re going to have to explain.”
“Look, I–I like you. And I know that sounds stupid, but when you didn’t show up at the store like you told me you would, I thought maybe…maybe you’d decided you didn’t want to see me ever again. And that would break my heart.”
You hazarded another look up at Bruce. If you weren’t putting so much feeling into this meeting, his look of incredulity might have made you laugh. His eyes were wide and his mouth was moving almost like a fish's.
“Of course, that might totally be the case," you said awkwardly, "and if it is, I’ll leave you alone.”
His mouth stopped popping open and shut. Now Bruce was the one looking at the ground. “I’m not entirely sure,” he said slowly, “what’s going on here.”
You blew out a long breath and then pressed a hand to your forehead. “Okay, okay. Let me try again. Bruce, I know we didn’t start this relationship out on the right foot, but I would really, really appreciate it if you didn’t avoid me like the plague. Maybe we could get to know each other a little better.”
Bruce looked up. The tiny smile on his face soothed your nerves a little. “Are you asking me out?”
It wasn’t enough to make you stop panicking, though. You answered, completely seriously, “I am asking you out.”
“You’re kidding, right? Not a single one of our dates has ended well.”
“The coffee one kind of did!”
He lifted his eyebrows.
“Okay, it didn’t start out great, but I felt better afterward. You make me feel better. Like–you’re the only person that doesn’t mind when I get angry. It kind of feels like you like it, really. I used to feel so numb, and then you showed up and I feel angry and sad.”
It was quite clear from Bruce’s expression that this babbling was making you appear no saner in his eyes.
You stamped a foot and tugged once at your hair. “And that makes me happy. I like feeling.”
“I thought you said you weren’t interested in having a relationship,” Bruce said. He looked–not confused. More as if he just wanted to make absolutely sure he didn’t need to take you to the mental institution.
“I said that because I didn’t want anything to get me stuck in Manhattan. When we went on that date, I was still nursing this crazy notion that something might happen and I might get to go home. This is home now. It’s pretty clear I’m not going anywhere.”
With another bob of his head, Bruce looked at the sky. He looked back down at you, though, and took a step nearer. “What if I have to go somewhere?”
“Then I want to get to know you until then.”
He looked around at the tourists milling about. “It’s not exactly an advisable situation.”
It seemed that Bruce was starting to crack. You allowed one corner of your lip to quirk up. “Please? I promise, if this one ends in me storming out, you can be completely done with me.”
At last, he smiled. “Well, you were kind of right earlier. It’s nice to see someone react to things like that.”
“What, anger?”
“Yes. I don’t have a lot of angry friends.”
“Yeah, Mr. Stark seems to really enjoy his life.”
Maybe it was the obvious effort you put into not whining about his best friend. Maybe it was the fact that you’d never been more honest with a person in your entire life. Maybe it was just that Bruce was as desperate for rational company as you were. All you knew was that he licked his lips, and made to sit down on the steps next to you. He patted the spot beside him.
“So, a date," he said.
“Right now?”
“It’s as good a time as any.”
“You sure you don’t want to go somewhere?”
“Let’s just sit here and talk.”
Again, you mashed your lips together. But this time, the smile was inevitable. You settled by Bruce, grinning like an idiot.
“How was your week?" you asked. "What have you been up to?”
“Just checking up on JARVIS.”
“Writing a computer code?”
“That’s more Tony’s area of expertise," he said, "how’s the store?”
“Nana has given me a couple of helpers.”
“Any good?”
“They’re two teenagers that missed applying for college.”
“No, then?”
“They’re driving Mr. Banner crazy.”
It might not have been perfect. The photographers kept stepping on you. Bruce kept looking around as if he half-expected someone to jump at him. Tony, on the other hand, stayed inside while the two of you chatted-and for the first time since running to Washington you felt, maybe faintly but definitely still there, as if something in your life might be changing for the better.
13 notes · View notes
multifandomwriter · a day ago
Text
Unexpected
Pairing: Sebastian Stan x fan!Reader
Request: “I was wondering how Sebastian would react to a Y/N asking him to "choke" her for a pose in a one of those comic con photo ops because Sebastian is known to be kinda shy and blushes at compliments. So how would he react at this request” - @bbl32
Word Count: 1.8k
Tumblr media
You felt like your heart was beating out of your chest. You could hear the loud pounding of your heart, and you were worried everyone around you could hear it too.
Minutes felt like seconds.
You played with the elastic around your wrist; it was the only way for you to calm your nerves.
“Just breathe. He’s only a person. It’s okay. He’s just another human being” you reminded yourself.
It didn’t work.
You found yourself only a few feet from one of your biggest idols: Sebastian Stan. You were at Comic-Con, and you were lucky enough to get a photo-op with Sebastian.
You had been waiting for this day for months, but now that it was here, you wanted to run and hide.
You couldn’t help but feel intimidated by the man in front of you. He was tall, and muscular, and had gorgeous blue eyes. You felt so worried that you would embarrass yourself.
Oh no.
You were next.
You tried to take some deep breaths, but all you could manage was a few shaky ones.
Then, it was time.
He turned his gaze away from the person who had been in front of you in line: the one he had just taken a photo with.
His gaze met your eyes.
It was like a dream.
You had seen a million photos of those “steel blue eyes,” as Anthony called them, but in person they were different. They calmed you down instantly.
They felt inviting. They felt like home.
Within a second, all your nerves were gone. You felt fine.
“Hi, how are you?” He asked, sweetly. His voice brought you out of your thoughts. No longer tasked by trying not to embarrass yourself, it felt effortless.
“I’m really good. It’s so nice to meet you. I’m Y/N” you said, smiling at him.
You couldn’t help the giant smile on your face. You tried to stop smiling, but you couldn’t.
He held his arms out for a hug. You gladly accepted, and hugged him back. “It’s nice to meet you too” he said, softly. For the first time, you noticed how good he smelled. You were in love.
Something about him in person was just special. He was charismatic and charming. His smile practically glowed.
You felt a slight sadness as you pulled away from the hug. Then, you remembered it was time to take the photo.
“So for the picture, can you pretend to choke me like you were the Winter Soldier?” You asked, nervous about how he would react.
Sebastian was known to be more reserved, than some of his more outgoing Marvel costars. You didn’t want to make him uncomfortable.
His eyes widened at your request, and his cheeks instantly flushed pink. You noticed how flustered he got. “I...umm—yeah. Sure...of course” he stuttered.
It was a complete change in his personality. The previously charismatic man was now stumbling over his words.
He still seemed hesitant to do it, like he was nervous. He reached his hand out towards you. “Only if you’re comfortable with it” you added. The last thing you wanted was to force him into it.
He nodded, telling you it was okay. His hand was within inches of your throat now. You stepped forward, so he didn’t have to close the distance.
Then, you both turned your attention to the camera and showcased your best acting.
You pretended as though you were choking, and Sebastian used the stoic expression he used as the Winter Soldier.
He made sure that he didn’t actually apply any pressure to your neck, merely holding his hand against your neck.
The camera flashed, and he retracted his hand. “Well thank you. It was really nice to meet you” you said, genuinely. He smiled at you, awkwardly.
He pulled you into another hug, but when you both pulled away, he lingered. He lingered close to you, like he wanted to tell you something.
Just as he was about to open his mouth, the security guard called “Next!”
His eyes dropped, and you walked away. You were left wondering what he was going to say to you.
Maybe you had food in your teeth. Maybe you had made him uncomfortable.
Either way, you couldn’t think of a good explanation for what he could have said. You checked your watch and realized it was late. The meet and greet was your last plan for the day, so you headed back to your hotel room.
You were going to have an early morning, so sleep sounded like a good option.
Fast forward to you lying in bed that night: tossing and turning. You just couldn’t fall asleep.
Your interaction with Sebastian was playing in your head over and over. You were worried about upsetting him.
It sounded dumb, but you adored the man. His movies were always there when you were having a bad day or just needed an escape. He had always been there for you, so the last thing you wanted to do was make him upset.
You picked up your phone off the bedside table. You saw an Instagram notification.
You checked and saw it was on the photo you had posted of you and Sebastian.
There was a new comment.
@imsebastianstan: great to meet you!!
Your heart stopped. You quickly checked the username to make sure it wasn’t a fan account.
It wasn’t. It was him.
You could feel your heart swell in your chest. You began to wonder if he replied to every post that he saw or if it was just you.
You turned off your phone, and finally fell asleep as you processed the day.
You woke up the next day feeling refreshed. You finished getting ready for the day, and headed towards the convention center. The hallways were quiet, most people still asleep.
You got into the elevator and rode down three floors. The doors dinged as they opened.
You stepped out of the elevator and instantly felt something bump into your side. You got shoved sideways and you stumbled.
You reached your hands out to grab something to steady yourself. Your hands found nothing to grab.
Then, you felt someone grab onto your forearms. They kept you from falling onto the ground. You looked up to see who the person was.
It was Sebastian.
You couldn’t believe your luck.
“Hi” you said, bashfully. You felt so embarrassed that you had walked into him. You noticed how attractive he looked.
His hands remained on your arms. “Are you okay?” He asked you. You quickly nodded your head.
“It’s Y/N, right?” He asked, with a look of familiarity behind his eyes. You were surprised that he remembered you.
“You remembered?” You asked, shocked. He chuckled to himself. His cheeks were tinted with pink. “What can I say? You were pretty memorable” he said, giving you a shy smile.
You weren’t sure if it was a compliment or an insult.
You both looked down and you realized he was still holding onto your arms. He quickly retracted his hands, and wouldn’t look you in the eyes.
You knew this was your chance to apologize for possibly making him uncomfortable. “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable yesterday. I didn’t mean to” you told him, honestly.
He raised his eyebrows, looking at you with confusion. He didn’t respond for a moment. When he realized what you meant, he chuckled to himself and looked down at the floor.
“You didn’t make me uncomfortable. I was just caught off guard. You don’t have to worry about it, I promise. I thought the idea was actually pretty great” he told you, giving you that million-dollar smile.
His eyes gazed into yours, and made it feel like he could see into your soul. It didn’t feel invasive, it was more comforting than anything. It made it easy to be around him.
Neither of you could think of anything to say, so the conversation lulled. “I’m sorry about bumping into you” he said, apologetically.
You dismissed him. “It’s not your fault. I should have looked where I was going” you told him.
Then, he had that look again: the look he gave you yesterday. The look that told you he wanted to tell you something.
His expression seemed hesitant, almost nervous. “Screw it” he muttered under his breath, giving himself the courage to finally ask you.
You looked at him, waiting for what he was going to say. “Do you maybe want to go get a cup of coffee or something?” He asked, scratching the back of his neck.
You grinned as you saw his tinted cheeks. “I would like that” you said, smiling. Relief washed over his him, and a smile appeared on his face.
He let his hand rest on the small of your back, and he led you towards the front doors of the hotel.
You both walked down the street in silence. “So?” You asked, struggling to make conversation. He looked over to meet your gaze.
“I don’t do this often, if that’s what you’re wondering” he said. He turned towards the coffee shop and held the door open for you. You quietly thanked him.
You both waited in line for coffee, and you turned to face him. He noticed your lingering stare. “I’m sorry. I’m just thinking” you said, looking away from him.
His gaze burned into you, and made you feel like your skin was on fire. “Thinking about what?” He asked, slipping his fingers through yours until they were interlaced.
He did it so effortlessly that it felt natural, like you both did it all the time.
“You don’t know me, like at all. But now we’re—?” You said, not knowing the right word to use. He nodded, understanding exactly what you were saying.
“I know this is weird and sudden, but I’ve never done this either. Yesterday, I was just speechless around you. It felt...special. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t attracted to you, but if it makes you uncomfortable, we don’t have to go any further. I would just like to get to know you” he told you, simply. You two had known each other for a day, but you could already tell he was telling the truth.
“I wouldn’t mind getting to know you too. I know this is weird because I obviously know who you are, but I just really love your movies. I’m not a crazy stalker fan, if you were worried about that” you said, laughing to yourself.
He grinned. “I didn’t think you were. You’re too pretty to be crazy” he flirted, bringing your hand to his mouth and kissing your knuckles.
You knew you were in for a very wild ride, but something about Sebastian made you want to take the leap of faith.
taglist: @laurakirsten0502 @miraclesoflove @nathaliabakes @millipop18 @azghedaheda @shyinadarkplace @vanteguccir @missroro @bookfrog242 @sunwardsss @studentville-struggles @impossibleapricotlampbat @infjkiki @k-k0129 @lickmymelaninn @hailey-a-s @andreasworlsboring101 @fanofalltheficsx @lukes-orange-beanie @golden-hoax @v-is-obsessive @reniescarlett @multiplums @alotofrandomfangirling @helium-queen
Let me know if you want to be added to my taglist for all my imagines or for a specific character/fandom!!
Requests OPEN
146 notes · View notes
buckybeardreams · 2 days ago
Link
Chapters: 12/?
Fandom: The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers/Tony Stark Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Tony Stark, Omega Bucky Barnes, Omega Steve Rogers, Angst with a Happy Ending, First Meetings, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Pre-Serum Steve Rogers, mentions of mpreg, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Voyeurism, Somnophilia, Mildly Dubious Consent, Knotting, Top Tony Stark, Switch Bucky Barnes, Bottom Steve Rogers, Sex Toys Summary:
Steve has always wanted an Alpha, he knows they need one, but his nestmate, Bucky, has always been resistant to the idea. Steve always assumed that he'd be the one to meet an Alpha and he'd be the one having to convince Bucky to agree to mate with them.
So what happens when Bucky meets Tony Stark and is inexplicably drawn to him?
1 note · View note
shegatsby · 2 days ago
Text
Fire on Ice
Summary; Tom Hiddleston is a vicious mob boss who is looking for his father’s killer, his reputation is depending on it and he won’t give up until he finds that man, and you my sweet little Y/N is the weirdest an best thing that happened to him all his life.
Genre; Romance, smut in the future, mob, gangs, slow-burn, 
Warnings; None.
Words; 2.448K
TAG LIST IS OPEN.
A/n; Hi guys. Thank you for liking the story. It gets interesting I promise you. Sorry for any typos.  I will try to upload every 5 days. 
Tumblr media
(gif isn’t mine)
Chapter Two
‘’This is me.’’ You said as Tom parked his car outside of your apartment, you could hear a man screaming and a baby crying. ‘’Thank you Tom. Good night.’’ You said and took your bag, ‘’Good night Y/N.’’ Tom didn’t like this neighborhood not one bit, it didn’t look safe at all and the screams he heard proved him right, his long fingers wrapped on steering wheel tightly, you walked out of his car and headed to your apartment building. You hoped to see him tomorrow but he looked like he didn’t live close to your bar, why would he travel all the way to come to the bar you work at? He looked like an important business man and he could go to expensive luxurious clubs. You sighed as you walked into the house, it was silent. Your roommate was either asleep or outside getting into trouble. You took off your sweaty clothes and decided to take a quick shower before bed. You had to share the shower and thanks to your obsession with cleaning and your roommate being gay  the shower was always spotless. Your mind went back to the moment when you met Tom few hours ago, he was tall, not too muscular but he had a fit body, you caught his baby blue eyes travelling to your chest once or twice and it excited you. Deep down you knew he will never be interested in you but… that but hanged in your mind.
Tom was at his penthouse when he got a phone call from his long time friend Benedict. They were friends for years and Benedict promised to help him find his dad’s killer. ‘’Please tell me you got good news.’’ Tom said, his voice came out a tired plea, he sat on his black puffy couch, had a scotch in one hand. ‘’Good news brother! I’ve found something.’’ He straightened his frame on the couch, ‘’The Queens clan was paid by him to protect someone. He paid 2 million in cash for 2 years protection. My resource says that the man promised when 2 years agreement is successful he’ll pay for more.’’
Tom remembered that bald man who said the killer of his father is protecting someone. ‘’Who does he want to protect? One of his accomplice?’’
‘’A woman. It gets interesting, I’ve found who she is and she doesn’t even work for any clan or gang. I’ll send you info on her.’’
‘’Thank you Ben. See you when I come back to London.’’ Tom opened his laptop, Benedict had already sent him a file via e-mail.
‘’Let’s see who you are.’’
When Tom clicked on the file, he had to stop for a moment and take it all in, ‘’Y/N Y/L/N…’’ he breathed, this was the woman he met tonight. Info on her was short, only her name, phone number, home address and where she works. ‘’Who are you Y/N?!’’ he had to make a smart plan to draw her in and get her to talk but how? He couldn’t just kidnap her and make her talk with torture, he promised his father that he would never harm a child or a woman. The gears in his brain were working, he finished his drink and placed the glass on the coffee table rather harshly, he was tired and he needed to rest before making any important decision.
The Next Morning, you woke up early as usual to do a  10 min morning yoga, even though your life was shitty you wanted to make time for yourself in the mornings, you could hear Sam crashing things in the kitchen, you loved him but he irritated you sometimes.. like a lot.
‘’Morning Sam.’’ You walked to the kitchen to make yourself a small breakfast, ‘’Morning girlie.’’ He looked hangover but that never stopped him from being nice and smiling to you, he was a great friend and you get to pay half the price of the bills and rent. As you put the milk in the bowl the door was knocked and Sam rushed to the door, ‘’If that’s your shitty ex I’m beating his ass!’’ you yelled from the kitchen which made Sam laugh, his ex started to come to your door to make up with him. Sam, came back with a shocked expression on his golden colored face, he was a handsome Spanish man.
‘’Girlll these are for you!’’ he showed you the bouquet of red roses, you looked puzzled, ‘’For me?’’ you asked in confusion. Sam snatched the black card and read out loud, ‘’Thank you for listening to me and making me laugh. I wish to hear from you, a coffee perhaps? Thomas William Hiddleston, here is my phone number.’’
When Sam finished reading you started to cough, you almost chocked on your cereal. ‘’Who is this gentleman and tell me if he has friends like him, ASAP.’’ You reached for the blood red roses to smell, you closed your eyes and inhaled the sweet scent deeply, you told Sam about what happened last night and to be honest he was more excited than you are, you were just shocked and it had been a while since you went on a date with someone. ‘’What should I do?’’ you asked Sam he cupped your cheeks and made you look at him, ‘’Take a leap of faith sis, he seems like a nice guy.’’ With that you felt this energy, it made you braver than usual and you took the card, dialed his number first but then decided to text him, maybe he was working and you didn’t want to interrupt him.
‘’Hello Tom, I’m Y/N. Thank you for sending me these lovely roses, I love them. Coffee sounds great.’’  You read it out loud for Sam to approve and then sent it, you put your phone on the white table.
Sam had to leave for work aka meeting his sugar daddy, when he told you that he had a sugar daddy you never judged him because this is a cruel world and we do what we have to in order to survive and you wished the best for Sam, he deserved shiny things in life just like everyone else. To take your mind off your current situation you did a little cleaning and read, your shift was at night so you had time for yourself. You were caught up in your book when your phone made a sound, when you saw Tom’s number you dropped the book.
‘’Hi, thank you for texting me Y/N,  I do apologies, I was working and couldn’t return to your text immediately.  Hope you have time for coffee  and chat right now. I can come and pick you up.’’
You felt your heart racing, palms getting sweaty, like right now? You didn’t know what to write, he texted after a minute of pause.
‘’If that’s okay with you of course.’’
He really wanted to see you then, that’s what you deduced.
‘’Yes I have time. My shift starts late, send me the address and I’ll come.’’
You didn’t want him to be your personal chauffer and it was your first date. You jumped from your couch and ran to your bedroom, it was going to be a casual coffee date so you didn’t want to overdo the outfit. You opened your closet, threw your clothes to your bed, it was a warm day, you picked a baby blue sundress which had white flowers on it. It was 1.45 pm.
He sent you the address and you left your building.
Tom came up with a plan when he woke up today, he was going to date you and help you open up to him and get info. He never did something like this before, it was border line unethical and he hated himself for it but his priority was to find the man who killed his father and if he had to date you for it then he wouldn’t hesitate but why did he have a bitter taste in his mouth? He was working from home because his ‘’business’’ was in London, he ordered some roses for you he choose them himself. He wasn’t too optimistic but later you accepted his proposal and for a split second he forgot that he was doing this for a purpose, he felt this warm feeling on his chest, when he remember… he breathed heavily. And now he was sitting on a chair at a cozy coffee shop waiting for you, he came early to find a nice spot for you to relax and feel safe. Waitress came to get his order but he declined and told the young woman that he was waiting for a friend, she smiled and lingered for few seconds and then left to get someone else’s order. He looked at his silver watch, as a business man he never liked waiting for things, including people. He realized he was moving his leg in anxiety so he stopped, he never felt nervous like this before, and he saw you opening the glass door and walking. You had a baby blue dress which wrapped your beautiful body perfectly and shoved all of the delicious curves, he shook his head to keep this professional but as you approached to him with a small smile tugged at your red lips he couldn’t help but smile back. He bolted to his feet so that he could help you with your chair, ‘’Hi, thank you Tom.’’ You sat and flipped your hair back casually and his pants got tight with the action. ‘’Hello Y/N,’’ he sat back to his place, ‘’thank you again for not rejecting me, I would be a broken hearted man if that happened.’’ It made you giggle, ‘’I pitied you.’’ You sarcastically clapped back and he liked it, he thres his head back and laughed. Tom could get the scent of your minty smell, the tips of your hair looked wet, he had an image of you taking a shower in his mind for a second, and he looked at the menu to get a grip. ‘’How was your day?’’ You asked curiously, ‘’Nothing out of the ordinary, I have to work from home because my work is back home. London.’’ You looked at the menu like him, ‘’Really? I have always wanted to pay a visit to London.’’ You blurted out like a child and felt your cheeks go red. He looked up to meet your gaze, his blue eyes studying your red cheeks and red lips, ‘’Maybe one day I can take you.’’ Tom couldn’t believe himself right now, he didn’t sau it just to say it, he meant it.
‘’If we met under different circumstances Y/N… this could actually work.’’ He thought, mouth tightening.
‘’Ready for order?’’ the same girl came to your table, her brown eyes were on Tom and only Tom. ‘’Yes,’’ Tom looked at you, ignoring the girl, ‘’What would you like to have love?’’ you felt your knees go weak.. you cleared your throat, ‘’Coffee and carrot cake please.’’ Tom noticed that even though the waitress didn’t address you, you still had manners.
‘’A classy woman’’
‘’Same for me.’’ Tom said kindly smiling, the woman left them alone finally.
‘’When does your shift start?’’ he asked, his one hand playing with his lip, looking directly at you, this man loved eye contact. Your eyes went to his thin lips and his big hand, he had a shirt with the buttons open and you could see the tips of his chest hair, the color of it was beige, he had black tight pants. His hair was curly and you wanted to run your fingers among the soft curls, ‘’At 9pm.’’ The flirty waitress brought your orders, placed them on the table slowly, ‘’If there is anything you want,’’ she looked at Tom with big eyes, ‘’I’m here.’’
You rolled your eyes, some people had no filter and manners. She could see it was your first date but she had to audacity to disregard your presence and flirt with your date. You didn’t say anything and focused on your date,  
‘’I wish I could come tonight but I have to take care of some business related files.’’
‘’What is your job exactly?’’ you asked directly, took a bite from your cake, he did the same to think. He had to be careful with his next words, ‘’I have a small company back home, I’m here on a business trip.’’ Later you talked about your lives, you briefly told him that you were a daughter of a single mother and never met your father, she raised you on her own and passed away when you were on college so you had to drop out and work, you wanted to go back one day. Tom told you that he got his business from his dad who passed away few years ago, he had siblings and you wondered what’s that like and he told you that it was hell, you laughed hard.
‘’Tom,’’ you said, you were sitting with him for 2 hours now, ‘’Hmm?’’ he finished his cake, ‘’Can I ask you something?’’ the tone of your voice alarmed him, ‘’Of course love.’’
‘’Why did you want to go on a date with me? Please do not misjudge me but obviously we lead very different lives and I just want to know your true intentions.’’ This sudden serious question was unexpected, if you knew his true intentions you would scream for help and run away. As the seconds went by you regarded him suspiciously, ‘’I’m sorry,’’ he cleared his throat, ‘’Last night, when we met.. I could feel a spark between us and I hope you feel the same way. You are wonderful Y/N,’’ your hands were on the small table and he reached for you, he held your hands in his large ones, Tom didn’t want to let himself go but you looked so innocent and loving all at once, he couldn’t think her helping a killer or having some type of connection with the man who killed his father. The air  between you got thick and he was right, you can feel the sparkle, the tension. His hands were comfortably warm, his blue eyes looked gentle. She gave a smile as warm as the sun rise, ‘’you came to my life at the right time, and I would like to date you.’’
You felt your heart and insides melt with his words, at that moment you couldn’t hear other people in the coffee shop, it was just you and him  existing together in harmony. ‘’I would like to date you too.’’
Thank you for reading. :)
32 notes · View notes
the-rebellious-one · 2 days ago
Text
By the power invested in me via Fanfiction™®©, I declare whatever canon™ any of you don't like to be null and void, imagine your own bs that makes you happy
0 notes
strawwrites · 2 days ago
Text
Bruce Banner x Female!Stark Employee!Reader: Humanity
Tumblr media
Summary: Sometimes you have to give it to yourself.
Rating/Warnings: T (sexual references)
Notes:  I could have sworn I posted this already, but I couldn’t find it anywhere on Tumblr. My apologies if this is somehow a duplicate.
Can you guess who my favorite Avenger was circa 2012?
Humanity
On your list of things you’d never expected to do were many, many things. Ending up working for a superhero, for instance. Seeing as how this had come true, it shouldn’t have come as such a shock that another on your list did. Namely, riding up one of Stark Tower’s elevators, with your boss, wearing what you could only describe as bright red lingerie.
“Mr. Stark, I’m not sure about this.”
They were the first words you had spoken since he had arrived at your room an hour earlier with the clothing in tow. Complete silence, all through Tony’s explanation of why this was necessary, his whistle of appreciation when you stepped out of the bathroom in said lingerie, and his resulting herding of you into the elevator.
Needless to say, he didn’t seem surprised that it had taken you this long to react. “Not so sure about what, exactly?” was all he had to say in response.
"Well,” you said weakly, as you fingered the top of one of your stockings, “this doesn’t really seem like something I would have to do for my job.”
Tony stared at you, mouth pressed upward into a cynical smile. “Did I offer to pay you, [Name]?”
“No,” you mumbled. Though you had no idea why he would ask you to do this otherwise.
“Exactly. After all, I would think one night of wanton passion with the man of your dreams would be enough of a payoff for you.” These words caused you to turn almost as red as your ‘dress.’ Catching this, Tony rolled his eyes. “Come on. You two have been dating for what, a year? Year and a half? And still nothing?”
“He isn’t exactly…” You trailed off, cheeks still burning, your eyes focused on the glass floor. Good thing it was nearly 11 PM and all the regular employees weren’t there to ogle your lower body parts.
“Trust me,” Tony said as he checked the time on his cell phone. “You need this. You both need this.”
“I really, really think you’re wrong, Mr. Stark.” A sharp glance in your direction had you flailing to explain yourself. “It’s just that–I’m okay with it! Really! I understand him not really wanting to do that kind of thing.”
“[Name], he wants to ‘do that kind of thing.’ Or at least he will, once he sees you in that get up.” He fingered one the straps on your shoulder. “I am really good at picking these out, don’t you think?”
You tried to ignore that. After all, he was dating Pepper. Still, it wasn’t much comfort to hear him talking about you like some sort of scientific project he’d succeeded with.
“How do you know?”
“In case you haven’t noticed, [Name]–and you’d be quite dense if you hadn’t and I might have to fire you–I am a man. And even if I wasn’t, I know everything, so I would still know what I’m talking about. So, what should you do?”
You took a deep breath and gave him the answer he wanted, even if it wasn’t necessarily the answer you wanted to give. “Trust you.”
“Trust me!” Tony looked you in the eyes until you gave him an uncertain nod. He nodded back, then shifted his focus to the elevator buttons. “And it looks like this…is your stop. Feel free to use the room up there, by the way. Pepper and I have other plans for the night.”
“Wait, but!” He thought you actually wanted to go through with this? The elevator pulled to a smooth and silent stop. Your heart nearly exploded in your chest as the doors opened in similarly soundless fashion.
You did not step out. Instead, you turned back to Tony to whisper, “Are you sure this will be okay? Aren’t Thursdays reserved for you guys doing your science boyfriends thing?”
“Already cleared it,” Tony hissed and made a shooing motion. “Now go.” Before you could protest again, your boss pushed you out the door. You tripped over the ridiculous heels he had put you in and only looked up in time to see him smirking and waving as the elevator doors slid shut.
‘Great,’ you thought as you pushed yourself to your feet. He’d probably programmed the elevator so it wouldn’t come back and get you until after a suitable amount of time had passed. You were so asking for a raise come Monday.
“Hey. I thought you said you weren’t going to make it.”
A voice drifted from the other side of the gleaming, silver-white laboratory that took up the entire floor. You sucked in a breath and slowly turned. There, with his back toward you, was a very familiar dark-haired scientist. He’d been expecting you? That hadn’t been explained.
“You said there was a romantic emergency, right?” he continued with his back still turned. “Did you straighten everything out with Pepper?”
“Pepper?” you asked.
Bruce stopped fiddling with whatever was on the table. There was split second of silence before he turned around.
“Oh,” he said as he recognized that you were not, in fact, Tony Stark. Then his eyes widened. “Oh.”
Not exactly the reaction Tony had been hoping for, you expected. Not to mention that it wasn’t much of a confidence booster. Rather than looking halfway interested in you, Bruce looked nervous. You tried to smile but could feel that the expression came out jittery.
“Um, hey,” you finally managed to say.
Bruce’s eyes shifted away, toward the blinking monitors above his work station, then back to you. He focused on your eyes–only your eyes.
“Hey,” he said at last. “What are you–I didn’t think I’d see you tonight.”
“Y-Yeah. It’s science night, right? I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt.”
“No, no.” Bruce twiddled with one side of his glasses, then turned back to his work. “Tony put you up to this, didn’t he?”
Your heart was fluttering like a hummingbird in your chest. You couldn’t remember feeling this embarrassed ever before. What was worse, you were embarrassing Bruce, too, something you knew he wouldn’t appreciate. When you spoke again, your throat tightened around your words. “How did you know?”
Amazingly, he chuckled, though he still didn’t look at you. “He would pick that color.”
“Oh.”
Bruce poked at one of the holographic screens and continued in a would-be-casual tone, “To what do I owe the occasion?”
“N-No occasion,” you stammered. You didn’t know what to think–was it good that he wasn’t looking at you so you wouldn’t have to go through with this? Or was it simply bad that he wasn’t looking at you?
Several minutes passed as you watched him work, feeling yourself sweat in your ‘outfit,’ even though Tony kept the lab area very cool. Bruce didn’t say a single word. In fact, he seemed quite determined to ignore you entirely.
“Bruce?”
“Yes?” He turned his head halfway toward you, his eyes again roving around the windows and skittering away from you every time you came in range. Since this was doing neither of you any good, you decided to step forward.
“Is something wrong?”
“No,” he hastened to assure you, then went back to fiddling with the things on his table. “Nothing. I just didn’t expect–you should probably go to bed. It’s getting late. Tony won’t like it if you start showing up late to work. Even if he’s late 90 percent of the time.”
“More than that. Besides, the elevator won’t come. You know he’ll have programmed it like that.”
“Oh, well, you can just–”
“You never touch me.”
“What?” That got Bruce’s attention. He looked straight at you, mouth slightly agape. “I–We touch.”
“Holding my hand every other month doesn’t count.”
Bruce opened his mouth, looked away, closed it again, and frowned. “I thought you understood. We can’t do things like that. The Other Guy might not like it and then I’d do something we’d both regret.”
In a forward act that surprised even you, you touched his arm. Bruce stiffened, but at least looked back at you. “We’ve been going out for nearly a year and a half. Can’t we at least try?”
He shook his head. “I don’t think that would be advisable.”
“Please?” you asked, standing on your toes and drawing closer to his face. “I trust you.”
“It’s not a matter of trust, [Name]. I love you. I’d rather not make any more of my loved ones run away–or die.”
“I love you, too,” you said, choosing to ignore that last part. “It’s just that, sometimes, it would be nice to show you instead saying it all the time.”
“I–”
“Hold still.” You weren’t sure why you said it. Maybe Tony had put some sort of science-y words nano-bots or chemicals in your clothing that were making you act like this. If so, you’d definitely be telling Pepper and he’d definitely be getting a lecture from her. For now, though, your words did the trick. Bruce held still. You held his gaze for a moment longer, then pressed your lips against his.
He didn’t kiss back. As far as kisses went, it was a pretty disappointing one. Mostly Bruce just stood there, allowing you to hold your lips where they were until you broke away. Your eyes locked again.
“Mr. Stark thinks you’re human. I think you’re human. Sometimes you have to treat yourself like a human, too.”
Bruce nodded, but still didn’t move much. Did you have to tell him it was okay to do so again? You probably had as much experience in these matters as he did–less, according to Tony. After several more seconds passed like that, you sighed and took a step away.
“I’m not saying we have to do anything drastic. I just–” You shifted uncomfortably and felt your blush return. Now that that was over, you were back to feeling out of place and awkward. “I love you. And I’d like to kiss you sometimes or…or even get kissed sometimes. But I know that’s not really in your comfort zone and all that.”
“It could be,” he answered slowly, “in my comfort zone.”
“Wh-What?”
Bruce took a very deep breath, put his tool back onto the table, and stepped toward you. He looked as unsure of himself as you felt, but said:
“Kiss me again.”
“What?” you asked.
“Kiss me again, [Name].”
For some strange reason, this was more embarrassing than doing it without having been asked. Still, after having come right out and said you wanted a more physical relationship, you couldn’t exactly back out now. You stood on your toes and lightly pressed your lips against his. You expected more of the first kiss, but it took only half a second for Bruce to pull you closer to him.
This was better. Instead of standing there, his lips worked around you own. You let your eyes drift shut so that you could more properly enjoy the sensation of being so close to your boyfriend. Maybe Tony was right–maybe you did need this.
A little too quickly for your tastes, Bruce pulled away. Your eyes fluttered open to see him standing with his eyes closed. You held your breath, but he soon opened his eyes and flashed you a smile.
“All clear?” you asked. He nodded.
“At least for now, anyway.”
“Great!” You beamed. “Well, it’s getting late, so I’ll let you go.”
“Right. Good night, [Name].”
You waved. “Good night, Bruce. Love you.”
“Love you, too.”
You smiled and blushed again but skipped back to the elevator. The down button lit up under your touch and, sure enough, the elevator arrived shortly. You stepped inside, already formulating plans to get in your normal pajamas as soon as you could. You hit the button for the floor the rest of the employees that stayed at the company lived and looked up to smile once more in Bruce’s direction.
Only to see him already in the elevator with you. The doors closed before either of you could spare another word. Unsure of what to say, you simply said nothing. Bruce broke the silence himself this time.
“I haven’t done that with anyone since–since the Other Guy came along.”
“Y-Yeah.”
Bruce nodded, a little quickly. You were on the brink of asking him if he had changed his mind about that kiss being okay after all when he answered the question for you–by latching his lips onto yours. Surprised, it took you a moment to respond. By the time you had, his tongue was brushing gently at your bottom lip.
You hesitated, but only for a brief moment before opening your mouth. Bruce’s tongue slipped inside as he took your hips and pulled you closer to him. You moaned quietly as it very softly probed your own. You focused on the feeling, smashing your hands into fists to keep yourself from pushing things farther than you should. You trusted Bruce and this at least seemed like he trusted himself, but you didn’t want to force him anywhere he didn’t want to be.
When he pulled away, you found yourself a bit breathless. You still managed to ask, “What are you doing?”
Bruce looked you in the eyes as he brushed some hair from your face. The contact sent small shocks of heat through your body.
“Treating myself like a human.”
He leaned in and brushed his lips across your jawline. You bit your lip and curled your hands into themselves harder.
“And you do look good in that getup. Even if that isn’t the color I would have picked.”
Your chuckle came out as more of a squeak. This made Bruce look at your lips again. Without you even really noticing how it happened, you were kissing again, harder and faster than before. Bruce was pushing you up against the elevator wall, one hand resting on your hip. You squeaked again and this time his lips found your neck.
“Br-Bruce!”
“What?” he asked as he licked his lips. He didn’t look out of breath, but you certainly felt it. “I thought you wanted to get kissed.”
“I do,” you said. “But I don’t want you to feel like you have to kiss me.”
Bruce smiled. He lifted his hand to cup your face and brushed his thumb across your cheek. Then, he leaned in and whispered in your ear:
“Sometimes, I want you to kiss me, too.”
This time, you laughed. Bruce watched you for a moment, then laughed, too. Before he could finish, you kissed him again, and this time, you dug your fingers into his hair. He didn’t moan, but he did arrange his arms so that they kept you pinned to the glass. In response, you pressed your hips against his. That did get something of a moan, if only a quiet one. Maybe Tony’s choice in attire hadn’t been as bad as you had thought.
Neither of you noticed the elevator had reached its destination until the clapping began. Startled, you looked up, breaking the kiss. Bruce himself merely shifted away to get a better look. Sure enough, Tony was standing right outside, grinning like someone who had just won a Noble Prize.
“Wonderful! Wonderful show! Good job, both of you.” You could feel yourself turning redder and redder. A quick glance in the elevator wall showed your hair was mussed up and your lingerie had been rumpled past the point of decency. Tony raised his eyebrows and pointed at Bruce. “You owe me dinner, thank you very much. You,” he pointed at you and frowned. “…You owe me dinner, too. Or at least a day of work where I don’t pay you.”
“Tony–” Bruce began.
“No.” Tony raised both his hands and began to walk toward the hall. “No need to thank me. You’re welcome.”
With that, he was gone. Bruce sighed.
“I’m sorry,” you offered. He sighed again but looked toward you with a smile.
“Don’t be. We should have done that a long time ago. Now,” he stood up straight and stepped toward the doors. After peering out into the darkened hallway, he turned back to you and held out his hand, “should I walk you home?”
“That would be wonderful,” you said, and took his hand.
19 notes · View notes
blindingdutchy · 2 days ago
Text
lamentation | THREE
Tumblr media
{peter parker x fem!reader AU}
based on All the Bright Places by Jennifer Niven
SERIES MASTERLIST
word count: 3,310
warnings: depression, anxiety, grief, mental illness! descriptions of injury/blood/gore! angst
18+!!! minors stay away!
Peter Parker: are you okay??
Peter Parker: (Y/N)?
Peter Parker: why aren't you at school? please tell me you're okay
You shut your phone off and buried your head under your pillow again, wishing for nothing more than to go back to sleep and escape life completely. All weekend long, and especially all morning, your phone had been ringing non stop with texts from Peter Parker. As much as you wished you could say you hadn't read them, you had.
You'd read them all almost as soon as you'd received them, but you just couldn't bring yourself to respond. You didn't need friends. You didn't want friends. Peter Parker was not your friend, and you were determined to keep it that way. No matter how hard he tried to force himself into your life, you were not going to let him in; you couldn't.
You couldn't let him in and risk getting hurt again, and today was yet another painful reminder of why. It was her birthday. At least, it would have been if she weren't dead. If you hadn't put her in the wrong place at the right time, ending her life and ruining yours forever.
For one tiny moment after you woke up, one minuscule fraction of a second, you forgot the importance of the day. You forgot what made the day different, and you forgot that your sister was dead. Or, rather, did you forget you ever had a sister at all? Had--that was the word that made you weep.
That fleeting moment of ignorance was the exact reason why it should have been you and not her. Surely, she never would have forgotten your birthday, or you, or your absence. She never would have looked at the date and even hesitated in remembering what the significance was. Always the better sister, the better person, the one who deserved it all.
Since that moment you had not left your bed, and Peter's latest slew of texts forced you to look at the time and acknowledge that hours had passed. It was lunch time, hours and hours since you'd awoken, and you had not moved even an inch. Everything felt too heavy.
The air felt too thick, gravity too strong, your body made of stone; you wondered if you were even able to move. Of course, you had shut your phone off so clearly you could move, but you didn't want to. It was so hard, so unbelievably hard to move. Why did everything have to be so tough?
As you laid there, staring at the blackened void of the backs of your eyelids because you just couldn't shut your mind off, your thoughts wandered through all the darkest places. Would she have been ashamed to see you like this? Would she have been disgusted with how you were acting, the person you had become?
God, why couldn't you just shut it off? Why couldn't you just make it all stop? That was all you wanted anymore. You wanted the thoughts, the feelings, the memories, everything, to just go away. You wanted to just exist in the empty void that only came about when you were sleeping. The space where your senses were gone and it was just you.
Or, maybe, you didn't want to exist at all. That wasn't to say that you wanted to die, even though you did, but rather that you just wanted to cease to exist. You wanted to never be, to never have been. It was complex thought that was equally as heavy and taxing to ponder.
Would that have made a difference? Would she have lived if you had never been around, never been alive, to lead her down all the paths that lead to that moment? If you hadn't existed, she wouldn't have been in the park at that perfect moment. If she, by some mystical force, had been there anyways, she wouldn't have lingered behind to save you.
Everyone's lives would have been so much better without you. Your parents wouldn't have had to work so much to afford everything for you and your sister. Your grandma might have lived longer, not having to exert herself so much to watch after the troublesome child that you had been. Maybe the butterfly effect of your lack of existence would have reached so far that the world would generally be a better place, too.
You barked a laugh at the thought, your voice hoarse from dehydration and lack of use. How pathetic it was of you to think you had so much of an impact! You surely were not so important that you changed that much about the world.
"(Y/N), honey?"
The world got a little heavier at the sound of your door creaking open and your mother's soft, hesitant voice. When you didn't respond, nor even move a muscle, she sighed, "(Y/N), you need to eat. I made some soup, I'll even bring it up to you if you want."
Despite the fact that you didn't feel hungry in even the slightest capacity, your stomach rumbled loudly at the mention of food. "Okay." you whispered, and when the door clicked shut again the silence was overwhelming.
She would have been so disappointed in you. You knew just how much you worried your parents with every passing day, and as much as you wanted to be better and make them feel better, you just couldn't bring yourself to care. You couldn't bring yourself to care about your wellbeing or how all the things you were doing, or not doing, affected your parents.
Caring wasn't easy anymore, and it felt foreign. You were so bogged down under all the baggage on your back, on your shoulders, and on your head that you couldn't expend any of the energy required to do so. If you did, if you tried, you'd surely have collapsed under the weight.
Your mother came back and left once more just as quickly, sighing quietly as she tried and failed to rouse you from your bed. You'd remained silent through the creak of the door, the soft clatter of the bowl and spoon being placed on your nightstand, her soft breathes of disappointment, and the click of the latch as she left again. You even held your breathe, so immersed in listening to all her little noises that you forgot about the air you needed to live.
When your mother returned to your room later that day, though it felt like seconds for you, she ripped the blankets from your body and blinked down at you tearfully. "You didn't eat." she stated simply, gesturing to the still full bowl of soup that was now ice cold.
You blinked back, though the tears in your eyes were due to the sudden burn of being open rather than emotion. The numbness had creeped in at some point during the day, and you couldn't feel a thing aside from empty. She waited there for a long, pregnant moment for you to respond, but you had no words.
What were you meant to say? You could hear your sister's voice scolding you for ignoring her, but you just couldn't think of the right thing to say anymore. "Get up, (Y/N). Dinner is getting cold and you're going to eat with us, even if I have to drag you out of this bed myself." your mother finally demanded.
Weakly, you clambered out of your bed and followed her downstairs. She tried to hide it, probably for your sake, but you could see the pleased smile on her face as she finally got you out of your bed. You wondered what it felt like to smile anymore. Could you smile anymore? You'd tried a few times, but it always felt awkward and forced and never looked quite right.
"She lives!"
You grimaced, your version of a smile, at your father's bland attempt at humor that earned a warning glare from your mother. Yes, you lived, and that was the problem. You didn't want to. You shouldn't have. It should have been her coming down to dinner to celebrate her birthday, not you trudging to the table to try and ignore the party that should have been taking place.
She would have been nineteen. Would she have liked college? Would she have found a cute college boy to date, maybe have brought him home to meet the family on her birthday? Your mother made her favorite food, a family recipe, and you pretended you didn't notice.
It didn't taste as good without her around to gush over it in anticipation. You'd never been much of a fan in the first place, but as a little sister it was your duty to love everything your big sister did. Food included, and you'd eagerly sucked down that casserole for years and claimed it was your favorite too.
"I'll be right back, don't go anywhere!" your mother announced, wiping her hands on a napkin as you choked down the last pea on your plate.
When she returned a few moments later with a large chocolate cake in her hands, a cold sweat blossomed over your body and you stiffened. "What's that?" you demanded, staring wide eyed at the all-too-familiar cake incredulously.
It was a rhetorical question. You knew exactly what it was, but you were horrified to see it. She'd made her famous chocolate cake, the same cake she'd made every year for your sister's birthday because, like the casserole, it too was her favorite.
Was this some kind of sick joke? Why did she make a cake? Your sister was gone, and there was nothing to celebrate. If anything you wished to still be hidden away under your blankets, moping and wishing for peace. Yet, here was your mother, placing the cake down on the table with a sheepish smile and watery eyes.
She stared at the cake, avoiding your eyes as she sniffed, "I just... I thought that maybe this would make it feel like she's still here. I just wanted a little bit of her to make the day a little less sad."
"She's not here, Mom." you snapped, "She's not here, and this isn't going to change that."
With a loud screech from your chair that scraped across the floor, you bolted away from the table and back to your room. God, why are you being so horrible? She's just trying her best, you don't have to be so hard on her... Your sister's voice echoed in your mind, rattling around your skull so hard you swore you could feel your teeth chatter.
She was right, and you knew it. You knew you were being unfair, cruel even, but you couldn't help it. You couldn't help the uncontrollable guilt that seeing all your sister's favorite foods brought creeping back over you. You couldn't help the bile that steadily rose up your throat at the thought of her, the sight of her ever-present empty chair.
You couldn't help any of it. The anger and guilt was too much to bear, especially as you heard your mother's choked sob echo from the dining room all the way to your bedroom. You'd done that. You'd made her cry with your selfish contempt. You were truly the worst.
Collapsing back onto your bed and burying yourself under your blankets, you smothered yourself with your pillow until it felt like your lungs were going to explode. The tears never came, though you wished for them desperately. You felt like crying, you wanted to cry, but you couldn't. You were all cried out once more.
A loud knock on your window startled you awake, and you blinked in surprise at the pitch darkness of your room. You couldn't remember falling asleep, but that was fairly typical anymore. When you don't dream, there's never really much to differentiate between wake and rest. It was always just like blinking your eyes--one moment it was one day, and the next it was another.
Time moved pretty strangely ever since the incident, you'd discovered. Sleep made time seem longer, more impactful, and without it the days all blurred together. Another knock caught your attention, followed by another, before there was a steady rapping at the glass pane that made you furrow your eyebrows.
You clicked the power button on your phone only to huff when you remembered you'd shut it off, and turned to face the window. A shadow passed before it and your heart stuttered frightfully. Another knock, another shadow, and you were surprised you hadn't peed your pants in fear. There was someone out there.
A head popped up over the windowsill, falling heavily against the glass with a loud bang that made you jump. "What the--Peter?" you gasped, your eyes slowly adjusting to the dim lighting until you could make out the familiar suit of Spiderman.
What the hell was Peter doing at your window, and why was he still dressed up in his stupid costume? Begrudgingly, yet secretly curious, you creeped out of your bed and opened the window with furrowed eyebrows. "Peter, what are you doing here?" you whispered, but he didn't respond.
Well, he didn't respond with words. He groaned, a strange gargled noise like he was trying to talk through a mouthful of water, and his head lolled to the side weakly. Prodding his shoulder, he nearly tumbled to the ground until you caught him awkwardly and strained to keep him upright. "P-please, help." he gasped.
Your heart was racing, and your mind was moving nearly as fast with a million questions. How the hell did Peter know where you lived? Why was he at your window? What was wrong with him? Why did he think you were the person to help him? Why, what, why, how, all the questions remained unanswered.
It was a great struggle to drag Peter through your window, a task that was done without much help from the surprisingly heavy boy who leaned nearly all of his weight onto you. You did it, though, and bit back a scream when you pulled your hands away to find them covered in blood. As you stared at the dark, red stains on your flesh, the smell of it hit you and your head was spinning.
Blood, and a lot of it. Immediately your mind brought you back to that fateful day, images of your sister's lifeless form flashing before your eyes and blurring the world around you. Your breathing grew shallower, and just as the tunnel vision started to encroach, Peter garbled, "Please, (Y/N), you need to help me."
He weakly slapped at his chest until his suit deflated like a balloon, peeling away from his body like a loose tarp that was easily pulled away from his skin. "Oh, my god!" you wailed. His body was riddled with cuts, scrapes, and bruises galore. You wondered if any of his skin remained unbroken, because everything was black, blue, and red.
For the first time in what felt like forever, your fight or flight switched gears to fight. You weren't entirely sure why, because you were crying and holding back vomit like your life depended on it, but you raced around your room to gather anything you could to staunch the bleeding. Every breathe you took overwhelmed you with the smell of blood, that familiar metallic scent of iron or pennies, but you couldn't breathe through your mouth.
If you opened your mouth, you were surely going to lose all the food you'd eaten for dinner. All you could think of was your sister. You thought of what she would have done, and you knew that you were making the right choice in helping him. She would never have left him to fend for himself. Most of all, though, you thought of your sister and how you hadn't stopped her from dying, and you couldn't do that again.
You couldn't let another person die as a result of your actions. You couldn't, and you wouldn't. So, you worked hard and fast through all your crying to patch Peter up as best as you could. Nothing needed stitches as far as you could tell, but nearly every inch of his skin was broken with some form of scrape, scratch, or cut.
It was messy, and by the time you finished you were pretty sure you had more of Peter's blood on your skin and clothes than he had on himself. He was asleep, or unconscious, you weren't entirely sure. What you were sure of, though, was that the sun was rising and he needed to leave. You needed him to get out, both for the sake of your mentality and your parents'.
So, you jabbed your fingers into his shoulder and hissed, "Wake up!"
He awoke frantically, his eyes snapping open and his body lurching upright as he looked around in a panic. "Get away--(Y/N)? What... What am I doing here? Where am I?" he stammered, slumping back onto the floor with a wince as he continued to scan his surroundings in confusion.
"You're in my bedroom, Parker, and I don't know why. You showed up covered in blood and begging for help." you grumbled in annoyance. "You need to go. It's almost morning."
He blinked in surprise, glancing out your window to see the early hints of dawn on the horizon. "I, uh, I'm... I'm sorry. I don't remember coming here." he mumbled, "Woah, did I hurt you? Oh my God, I hurt you, I'm so--"
"This is your blood, Peter." you growled, cutting off his frenzied rambling as he finally caught sight of the red stains all over your body. "Get out."
He stared at you with parted lips, eyes wide with panic and apprehension. "Are you crying?" he finally asked, his voice timid.
It took you a moment to realize that, yes, you were in fact crying. You hadn't realized that the tears were still flowing from your eyes, but as you did the adrenaline wore off and you choked out through a sob, "Get out! Get out of here, Peter!"
Without the adrenaline pumping through your veins to keep you grounded, the emotion of the entire situation caught up to you. All the fear, anguish, guilt, and anxiety--it all washed over you in an instant and you were losing it. But, you were also angry. You were angry with Peter for putting you in that position.
You were angry that he'd show up, barely alive and begging for your help, when he knew somewhat of what you'd been through. He knew, at the very least, that your sister's death was on your hands, and he put you in a position to put another name on that list. Most of all, though, you were angry that already all of your worst fears were thrown in your face.
Peter wasn't your friend, but some part of you wanted him to be, and already you were faced with the prospect of him dying and you being helpless to stop it. Why was the universe so cruel to you? Were you cursed? It was all a sick, twisted joke, and you wanted no part of it.
"(Y/N), what's wrong--"
You cried, "Just, please, go. I'll see you at school, okay? Just go!"
And, after a moment of hesitation, he went. He climbed out of your window from where he watched you for another minute longer, clearly unwilling to leave you alone in such a state. Peter watched wordlessly as you fumbled to close and latch the window, until you shut the curtains and shut him out again.
Peter Parker: i'm so sorry
Peter Parker: please be okay
Peter Parker: i better see you at school tomorrow or i'm coming back to check on you
Peter Parker: or today i guess
SERIES TAGLIST {ask to be added}:
@msmimimerton @zendayasfwb
31 notes · View notes
pisss-offf-ghostt · 2 days ago
Text
Halcyon
Part 16
Tumblr media
Pairing- Bucky Barnes x F! Reader
Warnings- language, a long sought after kiss, mentions of injuries
Word count- 2670
Summary- Bucky and Sam are working together with S.H.I.E.L.D. to help make the world a better place. One night they discover a woman with abilities and a history with Hydra.
Note- The events of this story happen post Endgame. POV of story will switch between Bucky and reader and is noted at the start of each chapter. This will be at least a 20 part series.
A/N- We are finally here...the kiss. We also have some fun with Scott Lang
❤️As always, please let me know if you’d like to be added to the tag list❤️
Tumblr media
Part 16- Bucky POV
The plunge from the bridge had been farther than Bucky had anticipated. He used the motorcycle and shield to help break the fall into the bay, but the impact was still stifling. Under the icy water, Bucky put all the discomfort of the cold aside to ensure he and Y/N came back up for air. Breaking the surface and gulping for breath, they then proceeded on a lengthy swim until they finally reached the shore. Towards the end of the their swim Bucky pulled Y/N under one arm as she was starting to go under from exhaustion. When they finally reached the shore, Bucky hauled himself and Y/N up onto the muddy bank where they collapsed. 
He laid there on his back for a moment to catch his breath and listened to the waves lap on the shore before he rolled his head to the side and looked over at Y/N. She was crumpled in a ball, knees to chest and arms wrapped around herself, shivering from the cold water and the chilly night air. Gently, he reached over and placed his hand on her arm.
“Hey, we gotta keep moving. We need to find a car and someplace to lay low for the night,” he explained through his own chattering teeth as he stood up. When he didn’t get a response, he reached under her shoulders to lift her up so that she was standing. From there, they started the walk up the embankment. Although the climb wasn’t steep, Y/N stumbled a few times and used Bucky to keep herself upright. 
Once they reached the top of the small hill and found a road, they continued away from the water until they finally came upon a series of warehouses. Scanning the options for a vehicle, Bucky settled on an old pick up truck that was parked away from the other cars and structures. 
He approached the drivers side of the truck and used his left hand to easily smash the small front door quarter window. Then he reached in and unlocked the doors. Y/N walked around unsteadily to the passenger side and got in as he removed the paneling under the steering wheel that allowed him to find the right wires to start the car. Once he got the engine running, Bucky quickly adjusted the heat on the truck to as high as it would go. 
Unsure of where exactly they were and not trusting the comms, he had an idea and fished his thankfully waterproof phone out of a pocket. He started searching when Y/N asked, “are you calling Sam?”
“No, not yet. I’m looking for someone. Or their address at least,” he replied.
“Who?”
“Scott Lang,” he answered.
“W-who’s Scott Lang?” 
“Someone that lives around here and I think we can trust.”
-----------------------------------------------------
Twenty minutes later, Bucky and Y/N stood at the doorstep of a large gray victorian house where they waited for an answer at the front door. They could see lights on and hear voices inside. After a few moments, they heard the locks unfasten and watched as the front door opened to reveal Scott. 
“Hey! Cap’s broody friend, Bucko. You cut your hair,” Scott began before looking past Bucky at Y/N. “Hi, I don’t know you. I’m Scott. Why are you two wet?”
“Hey Scott. We need a place to lay low tonight and we were hoping you might be able to help?” Bucky asked. 
“Yeah sure. . .wait, are you still wanted? Who are you hiding from? I can’t go on the wrong side of the law anymore, you know?” their potential guest rambled.
“We aren’t totally sure who’s after us, but they’re definitely the bad guys this time. Please, we just drove off a bridge into the bay. We are freezing. We just need a place for tonight to warm up and decide what our next move is,” Bucky begged.
“Off a bridge? In that case come on in,” he stepped aside to allow them in the house. “Obviously I wasn’t expecting overnight guests, but I suppose you can use my daughter’s room for now. It has a bathroom with a shower if you want to clean off. And I’ll see if I can find some dry clothes--”
“Scott, are you coming back in here?” a brunette asked coming from the other room. She looked vaguely familiar to Bucky. “Who is this?”
“Hope, you remember Buster from that battle against Thanos in New York. And I’m sorry I didn’t catch your name?” Scott asked. “Is that Cap’s shield on your back?”
“Bucky, not Buster,” he corrected as gently as he could, “And this is Y/N. 
Hi Ms. Pym, sorry to interrupt your evening. We were hoping we could stay here for the night.”
“I was going to take them up to Cassie’s room for now and get them some dry clothes. I’ll be back in there in a minute,” Scott explained to Hope who nodded while eyeing them.
“Ok, just don’t be too long. My dad’s waiting on you,” she replied and then left the room.
Scott then led Bucky and Y/N upstairs as he explained they were hosting a dinner with some of Hope’s business associates in an attempt to negotiate a potentially big deal. At the top of the stairs, he opened a door and showed them his daughter’s room which was empty tonight as she was staying at her mom’s house. 
“Y/N, I’ll go grab some of Hope’s clothes for you to borrow. As for you,” Scott regarded Bucky, “I’m not sure I have anything that will fit all that well, but I’ll see what I can find.”.
“Anything is very much appreciated Scott, thank you,” Y/N said.
“And a first aid kit for her arm, if you have one,” Bucky interjected.
Y/N started removing her boots once Scott left the room. Bucky took the opportunity to remove the shield from his back and take off his blazer jacket and then shoes, feeling the relief of not having so many wet clothes to weigh him down.
There was a slight knock on the door as Scott entered again with a pile of clothing. 
“Here you go. Pants and shirt for you, and a first aid kit for that arm,” he said as he handed part of the stack to Y/N. 
“And I brought an assortment of things that might fit you,” he told Bucky, uncertain of his options. 
“I’ve got to get back downstairs. Feel free to use the shower or whatever. I’ll come up and check on you when our guests leave. Oh, and I’m guessing you won’t both fit on that twin bed, so I’ll get one of the couches downstairs ready for you later.”
With that, he closed the door and went back down to his dinner guests. Bucky turned to Y/N and asked, “Did you want to take a shower? Hot water might help you warm up.”
“Yeah, might be a good idea. Pretty sure the bay water isn’t the cleanest,” she stated as she pulled off a piece of plastic that was sticking to her calf. She held her borrowed clothes then stood up and walked over to the bathroom. “I’ll be quick.”
“Take your time. I’m warm enough now,” he replied with a grin.
-----------------------------------------------------
After Y/N emerged from the bathroom, Bucky had his turn at the hot shower to wash off the salt water from the bay and cleanse the events of the night overall. Once he had dried off and put on pants that were too short and a very tight fitting shirt, he walked back into the room to find Y/N seated on the bed tending to the wound on her upper right arm. 
“May I?” Bucky inquired in an offer to help mend the wound. 
She nodded in agreement. “So long as you let me address that hip wound of yours in return.”
He agreed, then sat on the bed next to her and gently grabbed her arm with his left hand and pushed the sleeve of her shirt up to get a better view of the injury. He let her arm go to rummage through the small first aid kit Scott had provided. While he looked through the kit, he felt a slight tingling sensation on his hip and looked over to see Y/N with her eyes closed in concentration, apparently healing his hip. He continued his search and found some suitable items then he told her, “This actually isn’t too bad. I think you can get away without stitches, but I want to clean this out first.”
“Ok,” she responded. 
As he used some sterile saline water to wash the wound, he continued, “I got a text from Sam while you were in the shower. Everyone is scattered right now. They’re pretty sure someone leaked our plan and he’s not sure if the base or comms are safe at the moment.” He watched her nod as he then applied antibiotic cream and covered the area with a bandage and tape. “He’s going to touch base with us tomorrow and we will figure out a plan to get home from there.”
Once Bucky had tended to her wound and explained the situation they were in, he moved his hand from her arm to hold her hand. “You did amazing tonight. I know not much went according to plan, but you. . .We still got the flash drive, we got out alive and it was because you came through. You didn’t falter.”
She looked up at him through her eyelashes and smiled at him. Sitting dangerously close to him and responded, “Guess all that training paid off.”
“This doesn’t mean you can slack off when we get back home you know,” he drawled while captured by her stare. He leaned forward and slowly closed the gap that remained between them. He moved his left hand up to cup her face and awaited her response to the gesture. 
She leaned into his hand and steadily moved towards him while muttering, “I wouldn’t expect anything less.” 
“Y/N?”
“Yeah?”
“I’d like to kiss you,” he breathed just above her lips. She gave a small nod and he took the final plunge, kissing her softly. Bucky was met with the sweet taste of her lips as they pressed back against his. The months worth of yearning that had been building within them slowly spilled over as Y/N reached up with her good arm to place her hand behind his head. Bucky moved his right hand to her hip and gently grabbed her.
There was hesitancy in their kiss at first. Bucky knew they were both unsure of trust, kindness, and love from their life experiences. Yet in this instant, he and Y/N seemed ready to let go and find the release of their trauma in each other. She pulled his head in further as he gathered her as close as he possibly could, yet it somehow wasn’t close enough. Their kiss grew more intense as he parted her mouth with his tongue and she moaned gently.
Finally, Bucky found he was unable to contain himself and used both hands to lift her off the bed to pull her body completely against his so that she was once again straddled him as she had done earlier on the motorcycle. She smiled against his lips for the briefest moment at his bold action before returning her lips fully to his. He moved his hands so that one splayed against her back and the other cradled the back of her head, engulfing her and feeling her as intensely as he could when there was suddenly a knock at the door. 
Startled by the intrusion, Y/N jumped up off of Bucky and almost fell off the bed as the door opened.
“Coast is clear downstairs and the couch is all set,” Scott stated as he entered. He glanced between Y/N and Bucky who looked like two guilty teenagers. “Sorry, was I interrupting something?”
“No!” Bucky and Y/N said simultaneously.
“I’ll take the couch,” Bucky volunteered as he stood from the bed. “Rest that arm. We’ll figure out the plan in the morning.”
“Ok,” she replied slightly out of breath and looking a little flustered. “Good night.”
Lost in the euphoria of the kiss and trying not to be angry at Scott for interrupting the moment, Bucky followed their host back down stairs to the living room where a couch was set-up with a pillow, some sheets, and a quilt.
“So, I guess I’ll see you in the morning?” Scott told Bucky. “I’ll have coffee ready and if you guys need a ride or anything, I should be able to help.”
Bucky nodded in appreciation then replied, “Thank you.”
“Well, good night,” Scott said and then turned to walk back upstairs leaving Bucky alone. He laid down and began to replay the memory of the kiss that had happened just moments ago, but would be seared into his memory for lifetime to come. 
------------------------------------------------------
The next morning Bucky woke to the sounds of people talking in a room close by. He opened his eyes and was reminded of his current situation of sleeping on a couch in the living room of Ant-Man after a corrupted mission last night. Bucky sat up and stretched before standing and walking towards the voices. 
In the next room, which was the kitchen, he found Scott and Hope sipping coffee. They both ceased their conversation and looked over to him as he entered.
“Good morning,” Scott greeted. “Coffee?”
“Mmm,” was Bucky's only response and he accepted a mug full of black coffee.
After taking a few sips, Bucky asked if he could use a charger for his phone so that he could contact Sam to get the latest intel and orders. Hope took him to an office adjacent to the kitchen and showed him a charger he could use. As they walked back, Bucky saw Y/N descend the stairs, her hair a mess and eyes still slightly shut from sleep.
“Hey,” he greeted her. “They’ve got coffee in the kitchen.”
She grinned then followed him to the next room where Scott was still sipping from his mug.
“My phone is charging, but my guess is we won’t have a ride from the quinjet back home. So we will have two options. One, we can book our own flight on an airline back east. But that might be a little difficult,” he started to explain to the crowd that had gathered in the kitchen.
“Why would it be difficult?” Scott questioned.
“Well, we only have our fake IDs and whatever this organization is, they seem to have our info and will probably track us,” he told Scott. 
“Plus I’m guessing you wouldn’t be able to make it through the metal detectors,” Scott postulated.
“It’s vibranium,” Bucky answered back in regards to his arm. “Metal detectors aren’t an issue.”
“So what’s our other option?” Y/N asked as she peered over the top of her mug.
“We get a car and drive back. It’ll take about four days. And there is a risk when checking into hotels, but it’s less likely they’ll track us there than at an airport,” he offered. 
“Well, we can help you with a car,” Hope stated.
Bucky smiled then said, “Thank you. Just let me-- what the fuck is that?” He asked watching an ant the size of a Labrador retriever walk past the kitchen door. 
Scott turned from the counter where he was cracking eggs to see the creature and answered, “Oh that’s Chuck. He helps around the house.”
Bucky glanced at Y/N who was returning his questioning glare with a startled look of her own. 
Scott didn’t seem phased at all by the presence of the oversized insect as he said, “Welp, for now I can cook everyone some food. Who’s hungry?”
Tag List- @justanotherblonde23 @just-me-and-my-obsessions00 @vicmc624 @spacial-universe  @chasingdreamer @purplekitten30 @vishousmate @foxlace @fangirl-swagg @breadqueen95 @shy-panda02 @austynparksandpizza @oloreaa @tanyaherondale @daddysfavoritesexkitten @friedpaperbagelghost @kittengirl998 @themaddies-obx @nickangel13 @keliza153 @dude-whatawave @flightsandfantasy @nervousdonutdragon @competitive-dust​ @red-head011​ @sweetserendipity65 @supernaturalcat7 @thinkingaboutmymadness​ @sunfouler @hiuahoe @creator-appreciator ​ @kendratheweird​ @getlostinyourparadise​ @kenziekugler22​ @stevetonycupcakes @a-bisexual-phantom @heyahiyahoya @anxiousnarwhale @jesuswasnotawhiteman @rosebucketbarnes @mads-weasley @daybleedsintonightfa11
78 notes · View notes
mollysolo · 3 days ago
Text
Whirlpool
Pairing: Sam Wilson X gender neutral!Reader
Warnings: Descriptions of a panic attack.
Summery: Sam finds you while your having a panic attack and comforts you.
Tumblr media
As soon as the meeting ended you raced out of the room and went down to a hallway that was almost always empty.
You pressed your back up against one of its walls as quick breaths left your lips.
For a big majority of that meeting, Tony just yelled at you as you didn’t do too well on the most recent mission and he kept telling you that you needed to do well on every single mission.
Being screamed at, especially by him, just made you feel like such a failure. You felt so embarrassed and just wanted to hide out in your room for the rest of the day.
You didn’t want anyone to bother you.
You let out a quiet whimper as tears fell down your warm cheeks and your breathing became even quicker.
You slid down the wall as you felt yourself become more and more upset as each second passed.
Sam went looking for you after you left this meeting.
As he looked for you, he thought about how Tony yelled at you for so long and how he hated hearing Tony scream at you about how you shouldn’t attend the next mission because of one small failure. He hated seeing that sad look on your face as you tried to keep yourself together.
He furrowed his eyebrows once he finally found you, he slowly walked up to you as he observed your panicked and sad state.
He softly placed his hand over yours as he sat down and continued to look at you. You hesitantly lifted your head and looked at him with an anxious look in your eyes.
“What’s wrong?” he kindly asked as he moved his hand up to your shoulder.
“I’m having a panic attack.” you simply muttered as you kept hyperventilating.
He paused for a moment and reached up to wipe some of your tears away. You subtly smiled at him for a second in response to his actions.
“I want to help you, what can I do to make you feel better?” he said gently.
You looked into his eyes again and shakily said, “I just want you to hold me. Please.”
He slowly took you into his arms and comfortingly rubbed your back, making sure not to upset you more. Your buried your face into his right shoulder and snaked your arms around his ribs.
As you got comfortable in his arms, he pressed a few light kisses to your tear stained cheeks, causing you to blush a bit.
“You don’t deserve to be spoken to like that. He’s putting too much pressure on you. I’m sorry that I didn’t defend you.” Sam quietly said.
You traced gentle circles along his spine as he told you this. You nodded into him a moment after he finished speaking.
The longer you rubbed circles into his back, the less tears you shed. It was nice having someone on your side who knew how to comfort you.
“It’s fine Sam, it’s not your fault. I just should have worked harder.” you said as you lifted your head from his shoulder.
“No (y/n), out of everyone on the team you work the hardest. Okay? Tony’s just an asshole who needs to be put in his place.” he said, sternly. 
You nodded and whispered a quiet ‘thank you’ to him.
You stared at the ground for a second then met his eyes again as you started to stand up. He did the same. He studied your face as he waited for you to speak.
“It’s fine if you don’t want to but, do you want to spend the rest of the day with me in my room or something? I still feel pretty shaken up and I really don’t want to be alone right now.” you said, nervously.
“Sure, I’d love to (y/n).” he said as a grin spread out across his face.
You smiled back at him as you motioned for him to follow you to your bedroom.
Tony stopped you two on the way there and tried to apologize to you, but Sam didn’t even let him get the chance to say anything.
“Nope, keep moving.” Sam said to Tony as he shook his head with disgust and put his hand on the small of your back.
You smiled at him again as you two walked away from Tony and kept walking in the direction of your room.
Once you both got to your bedroom, you laid down on your bed and patted the spot next to you as an invitation for Sam to join you. He beamed at you as he gratefully accepted this invitation.
Subsequently after he laid down, you gently rested your head on his chest and hoped that you wouldn’t make him uncomfortable by doing this.
Sams chest vibrated below you with gentle laughter as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pressed the lower half of his face into your hair.
It felt calming to be with him like this.
A little while later you flipped on your stomach and looked up into his eyes as you began to talk. “Thanks for today, I really appreciate it. Usually, no one is able to comfort me, but somehow you can.” you said.
He ran his fingers across your jaw as he pointed your chin up a little bit. You stared at his face as your own hand found his jaw. You two stayed like this for a few moments before Sam replied. 
“You’re welcome, sugar.” he replied.
Your cheeks turned a light pink as you put your head back on his chest. He rested his hand on your hip as you got settled once again.
You snuggled into him as your mind began to race.
You thought about a lot of things, but you mostly thought about how you felt about Sam and what your friendship could possibly transform into.
——————————————————
i hope you guys like this! while writing this i listened to Kids by Current Joys. and as always my request box is open. :))
Join (or leave) my tag list here!
Navigation
55 notes · View notes
thesameasbe4 · 3 days ago
Text
One More Night in Siberia
*Bucky and first person reader.
Tumblr media
I mumbled one more “thank you” in my terrible Russian as I closed the door on the intrusive host. Had I not been so tired and sore I would have realized that it was not strange of the owner of the Inn to be suspicious of two people banging on the door in the middle of a blizzard, with no vehicle, in Siberia. But I was too tired - so I just trudged into the room after Bucky and sank to the floor. After a few moments to gather my wits I began looked about the small space. There was an old iron coil heater in the corner on the far side of the room so I rose with a groan and went to examine it. After poking around I found the pilot light was out so I rifled through the bug out bad we had been sharing and pulled out a pack of matches. Soon the ancient coil was creaking and groaning but getting warmer.
Next I turned to Bucky. He had put on a brave face when negotiating for the room, but now he was white as a sheet and stared ahead blankly. “Hold on, Buck,” I murmured to him as I stripped him out of his freezing clothes. I could see fresh blood stains on his undershirt as I pulled that off too, swallowing hard. The bullet wound had not hit any vital organs, just grazed his lower left side, but we had been on the run for a week now and I was worried it was getting infected. There was no bathroom in the room so I slipped outside with our small cooking pot and collected some snow. Returning unnoticed by the innkeeper, I set the pot on the heater to melt.
It had been too long since either of us had had a warm shower and even a heated basin of water was better than anything we should expect. After cleaning his wound and a swallow of whiskey for each of us, Bucky was sitting up again, propped against a wall. I gently ran a bandanna soaked in the warm water over his torso and face. The room was quite toasty now, but Bucky was still shivering. I reached down to feel the leg of his pants and sighed, realizing they were also soaked through. Carefully, I undid them and slid them off his legs, spreading them flat on the ground to dry close to the heat. I then pulled the reindeer skins off the small bed in the corner of the room and tucked them around him, I hadn’t the energy to try to move him to the bed. He was closer to the heater this way.
It was just a few hours till the chopper would meet us here, but Buck didn’t look good. I suspected his wound was becoming infected, he wasn’t losing much blood anymore, so that wasn’t the reason for his pallid skin and he would going through waves of chills. He began to shake again and I could no longer see anything but a cold, sad boy. Coaxing his large frame to lean forward, I managed to slip behind him, straddling his shaking body with my legs. I wrapped my arms around him and squeezed him tight. “Buck?” I murmured into his ear.
“Yea,” he groaned with much effort.
“I need you to stay awake for me, Bucky. Do you understand?”
“Mmh,” he groaned again, his flesh arm squeezing my ankle. I couldn’t help but lean into him further, while flinching internally as I thought of how we would explain this away when he had his wits about him again.
We passed the hours together by telling stories. I talked about the yellow plastic slide in my back yard growing up. How I had tried about a dozen times to spend a whole night in the tree house my father built but would always come inside when it got dark because I thought a raccoon would sit on my face in the middle of the night. Bucky smiled at that, his light laughter reverberating down his back. Bucky talked about growing up in the city, about the best rooftop view of New York and promised we would visit it together one day. I rolled my eyes even though he couldn’t see them.
“Always the playboy aren’t you?” I teased light heartedly.
Bucky reached around and grabbed my free hand, pulling it to him and placing it on his bare chest. “No, you are too precious to be an object for a playboy,” he said cryptically. I shook it off as a symptom of his fever, though I left my hand where he placed it, kneading his clammy chest gently as he continued to talk, the deep vibrations of his voice making their way to my palm.
A while later, lights on the horizon flashed the signal to let us know it was our ride out of here. I helped Bucky dress and we stumbled out of the droopy little building into the vast white world. Two uniforms met us half way and I gratefully handed Bucky off to them.
Several days passed and Bucky and I were recovering well from the mission. I had thought I was going to lose a few toes to frost bite but managed to pull through with all my body parts still attached. Bucky’s infected wound was now on the mend. His side was still tender though he would never admit that.
I looked up from my book at a tap on my door. “Enter!” I said not looking up.
“Hey,” said a low voice from my door.
“What up,” I replied, trying not to seem excited to see him.
“Well, I ordered too much Chinese and you haven’t eaten yet,” he said.
“You have just said two statements, you now need to combine them into a cohesive question,” I said flatly. It had been a frustrating day.
“Okay, as a hungry person, do you think I should share my food with Steve or just eat it all myself?”
I threw a pen at him, which he caught gracefully in mid air. “It would have hit you in the forehead,” I mumbled.
Walking the rest of the way into my room, he placed a full plastic bag on my desk, the delicious smells of fried rice and dumplings seeping into the space. Then he moved to stand behind my desk chair, placing his warm hands on my shoulders. He began to knead the knots in my back. I closed my book and leaned into his touch, trying hard not to moan.
“You know I never properly thanked you for dragging my ass out of Siberia,” he said. I turned to look at him.
“You don’t have to, it’s what partners do,” I replied.
“I know, but you are an exceptional partner.” I waved a hand at him in dismissal but he caught it, and pulled me up to stand in front of him, so close we were almost touching. Then, he placed my hand on his chest again, just like he had done that night in Siberia. I looked up at his face and was startled by his glittering grey-blue eyes.
As if by a force outside of my control, I raised my hands to his face and pulled him down to meet my lips. I was sure he would pull away, make an awkward excuse and duck out, but that’s not what he did. No, he wound his hands around my hips, pulling me in tighter.
His lips were firm against mine, insistent as they explored my mouth, jaw and neck. His metal arm, a shock of cold on my lower back at first, was warming from contact with my heated skin. I was taken aback by his eagerness, surprised and I was more tentative to respond to him, my arm snaking up between us to grab a handful of his shirt. I pressed against his chest, coaxing him away from me gently, and despite the need I sensed in his tense muscles, he moved away just enough for me to shiver as the cool air of the room buffered against me in the places where I had adjusted to Bucky’s body heat. Bucky nuzzled my neck with his stubble questioningly.
“Hey now, the food is getting cold,” I laughed as he continued to cling to me even as I began to unpack the bag of food he had forgotten on my desk. “I’m gonna eat your egg roll if you don’t back off,” I threatened.
The lo mein sat heavy in my stomach as I reran our kiss from earlier in the day. I was still at my computer, but I hadn’t gotten anything done in the past hour. Sighing, I rose and headed for the shower. The steam and heat were divine, I never took luxuries like hot water for granted anymore since I had been in so many situations without such things. I stood there in the shower for much too long, till I was bright red and the water started to get cool again. Finally I switched it off and stepped out of the bathroom in a towel.
I was stepping into some comfy sweats as an old melody drifted into my room. I cocked my head and smiled. Bucky, the boy displaced by time, was playing his records from the 40’s again. Returning to my closet, I pulled out a simple, modest knee length black dress as I ran my hand thoughtfully through my drying hair. A few minutes later I caught the image of myself in the mirror as I pulled on a pair of pantyhose, no time for an elaborate hair do, but it was my best efforts at 1940s fashion on a time crunch. Tugging on a pair of matching heels, I clicked down the hall lightly towards the haunting sounds of the record. The door opened before I could knock, super soldier and all, it was hard to catch Bucky by surprise.
“Need a partner?” I asked as I raised my hands, offering to dance with him. He smiled broadly as his gaze swept down my figure and then back up to my face. Gently he stepped closer to me, wrapping his arms around my waist, drawing me further into the room and kicking the door closed with his foot. We moved slowly together, inching closer and closer to one another like two magnets, the lazy jazz luring us into the fantasy of a crowded dance floor. Finally I laid my head on his shoulder. We didn’t say anything, we were partners. He knew what I needed and I knew what he was thinking.
25 notes · View notes