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ao3feed-stevebucky · 1 year
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Everyone has monsters, and baby I'm yours
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by Dyslexic_Fetus (Reagy_Jay)
The hand around his throat loosened a bit, and he gasped for air. He could feel seeping through his bandages, cracked ribs grinding together. Looking into the eyes of his past lover, all Bucky saw was emptiness. There was nothing there, nothing of the man he loved.
A smile spread across his handsome features, piercing baby blues staring directly at him. He was like a predator, ready to pounce on his prey. And Steve had him exactly where he wanted him.
 OR - what happens when I've read too many Winter Soldier!Steve fics and im given dark squares on my bingo card
Words: 2117, Chapters: 1/2, Language: English
Series: Part 2 of ✪ All-Caps-Bingo ✪, Part 9 of Stucky, Part 2 of Bingo!
Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Captain America - All Media Types, The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con
Categories: M/M
Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Tony Stark, Sam Wilson (Marvel)
Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers
Additional Tags: Minor Bucky Barnes/Natasha Romanov, Rape/Non-con Elements, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Dark Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers as the Winter Soldier, Bucky Barnes as Captain America, Hurt No Comfort, Blood and Violence, Past Relationship(s), Bucky Barnes Needs a Hug, Steve Rogers Has Issues, Implied/Referenced Torture, Survivor Guilt, Unhealthy Relationships, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Unhinged Steve Rogers, Past Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, Suicidal Thoughts, Possessive Behavior, Restraints, Emotional Manipulation, Identity Issues, Hurt Bucky Barnes, Canon Divergence - Post-Captain America: The Winter Soldier, Canon Divergence - Captain America: The Winter Soldier, Not Captain America: Civil War (Movie) Compliant, reckless behaviour, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Tags May Change, Self-Worth Issues, Self-Destruction, Somewhat
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starbuckie · 3 years
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𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠
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pairing(s): college!peter parker x reader, dark!steve rogers x reader, dark!sam wilson x reader, dark!bucky barnes x reader
words: 8.1k words
warnings: DARK!FIC, SMUT 18+ (unprotected sex, foursome turned fivesome, gangbang, non-con/dub-con, daddy kink, oral M and F-receiving, spit kink, degredation kink, praise kink, creampie), age-gap (reader is in her early 20s), cheating, angst, there’s like zero fluff
summary: peter should’ve made it back to the tower for date night on time, or maybe just before he found his girlfriend being fucked by three other superheroes.
a/n: eee my first dark fic! im so so happy with the way this turned out, and even though it was a pain in my ass for nearly three months, im so hapy to share it with y’all. this idea was brought up by an anon from @mypoisonedvine’s saturday sleepover a few months back, but i switched up tony and sam bc i didn’t like the tony and peter stuff. hopefully my smut has improved from the first time i wrote it in january, and just a reminder that in no way, shape, or form do i condone rape of any kind. there’s a large difference from the page and the real world. i try to put all tw’s in the tags and warnings, but if there was something i missed please tell me. thank you to my lovely bestie @mermaidxatxheart for beta-reading(i have no fucking clue what i’d do without your help). feel free to leave a comment or two and reblog, but don’t repost anywhere or i will hunt down your ass. thank you again and please please enjoy <3
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Bucky wasn’t planning to fuck Y/N as soon as he saw her.
It started with a faint mention, something Tony had thrown around along the lines of, “Parker’s bringing his girl down here tomorrow, don’t be an asshole”. He didn’t give a damn what Tony said or how he acted around Peter’s girl. Years of being thrown between gruesome mind-wiping and being half-dead, asleep in a freezer would do that to a man.
So the next day when Peter brought his girlfriend in, he was scratching his ass like a fucking ape and downing a beer with a messy bun at the nape of his neck, until he actually saw her. Neat hair, even neater laces with a sweet smile but a body that could kill. Didn’t matter that she was bundled under Parker’s hoodie and a pair of jeans- he could always admire a pretty dame, but Bucky could see that she was beyond that. It was as if God had intentionally made the one being, the one ethereal creature beautiful and angelic enough to be a sin away from him, so that he couldn’t touch her. Because she was young, and in her twenties, and that shouldn’t have even been the first two things that popped up in his mind because she was also Peter’s girlfriend.
But then she had the audacity to stick her hand out, a shy grin and twinkle in her eyes as she gave her name. It sounded so pretty rolling off of her tongue, and he wondered what it would sound like while he groaned it into her cunt.
Y/N. 
So, yeah, maybe Bucky wasn’t planning to fuck her as soon as he met her, but it was pretty damn close after.
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Steve Rogers was one of very few men who said they had the pleasure of banging nearly every woman on the north side of Manhattan. Bucky indulged in the fact that the man who had once been too shy to do so much as meet a gal’s gaze was now “a dollar whore”, but he was more than happy to keep that title if it meant he could continue to get off in the nearest woman’s mouth everyday. 
Every time he walked down the streets of New York with just a simple ball cap and jeans, he could feel stares on his back from what seemed like miles away, girls on every street corner just waiting for him to take her into the nearest public bathroom and fuck them dirty. CEOs, baristas, girls fresh out of getting master’s degrees with stars in their eyes and big dreams, until he shattered them by making them gag on his cock and scream his name into bedsheets. Or tile floors. He didn’t care as long as they were screaming. The girls of this century were just too delectable to turn down. He didn’t discriminate. His dick had been in women of every height, stature, hair color, and he had quite the variety throwing themselves at him as well.
And then Tony ruined it all and sat him down with a simple explanation that the image of Captain America was being tainted with disturbing stories of girls being fucked in the ass and thrown on their knees in dirty bathroom stalls. The blond was beyond pissed when the billionaire told him to stop dicking around, but he couldn’t do anything else if he wanted to keep his title and job. In a new century, even if he’d had a few years to adjust, he was still absolutely oblivious when it came to anything outside of aliens and sex. There was nothing left for him outside of being an Avenger, so reluctantly he agreed to keep his number of conquests to a minimum, and most definitely inside of the tower rather than out on the street.
However, inside of the tower seemed to be no problem at all when Peter brought his girlfriend over, all smiles and straight A’s, and that’s when Steve realized that he’d yet to fuck a bright, little college student. He could see himself stripping her from the innocence in her eyes, loosening up her pussy with his thick cock against the wall in his room.
Surely Tony couldn’t reprimand him for spending a little time trying to bond with Peter’s new girl, right?
-
Sam Wilson was a simple man. He had a job, a well-paid one at that, somewhere to live, a girlfriend, or a woman to keep him company, that’s for sure- but for once in his life he was seeking out something other than missions, something that would keep him busy when he was feeling bored, something like-
Pleasure, and he knew that he’d finally found what he was looking for the moment Peter brought his girlfriend through the elevator doors on the fifty-sixth level of the Avengers tower. She’d shaken his hand so daintily and spoke so politely that if he were to see her without any backstory, he’d think she was another innocent, dim-witted college student, breaking her bank account every Saturday morning and naively believing that her relationship would last longer than a few months. But by the things Parker had told him, she was much more than that.
Was it shitty of Peter to tell his teammates, the people he worked with, how Y/N was in bed? By the majority’s vote, probably, and by Sam’s strict conduct of his own morals, definitely, but when Peter’s girl looked like that and he was so incredibly bored with his routine? 
Well, fuck, Sam had never been happier that the Spider-kid had told everyone how his girl gave head.
Peter brought his girlfriend in daily after that, and every one of her visits, she grew less shy and more friendly, and the Falcon saw each of his friends gape at her growing comfortability with a wolfish demeanor. It started with the water incident with Steve in the kitchen, where he so clearly spilled water on her already thin, white camisole with intention. Sam couldn’t say he was upset though, after all Steve had offered him and the rest of the Avengers quite a show when he tried to clean up her shirt, taking his sweet, sweet time to fondle her tits as subtly as he could, his eyes staring at her pebbled nipples poking through the material. He could see Bucky hiding his boner under his cereal bowl on the couch that day. 
Then of course, he’d been no better than America’s sweetheart himself when he greeted Y/N with a hug that in hindsight, was a little too enthusiastic. His large hands squeezed into the pockets of her back pocket, and if the college student found anything weird with it, she didn’t say so, but Sam graciously palmed the round globes of her ass in his hands, feeling the muscle clench under his fingers. Oh, how he’d never hugged someone that tight ever before in his life. Maybe he would’ve gotten a bit further than squeezing her ass had it not been for his own girlfriend standing behind him, ready to introduce herself to Y/N.
Bucky, well, Sam could admit that Bucky had the most guts out of all of them. Though the super-soldier was normally well-reserved and polite, the dark glint in his eyes the day he met Y/N let him in on the secret that he had a much dirtier mind than most thought. It had been movie night that time, and he barely even tried to cover up how much he wanted the girl, his hands resting all over her as they watched Inception. Hardly a movie to get so riled up over, yet Bucky’s hand still inched its way up her thigh, his rough fingers gently carressing the flesh until they started to lightly trace the apex of her thighs. 
If she noticed anything then, she didn’t comment on it, doe-like eyes just marvelling at the screen in great intrigue. It was only when Peter’s arms wrapped around her a bit tighter did she scooch away from Bucky’s touch, with a small apology and shy grin. 
That only made his dick harder.
On the other side of Bucky, his super-soldier counterpart tapped his knee gently, forcing their blue eyes to meet each other. No words had to be said between the two, three men when they looked over to Sam, because they all recognized that look they saw in each other's eyes; predatory, dark, nearly voracious in the way they all wanted to be balls deep inside of Y/N.
And they would get there. No matter how long it took, they knew that the ultimate prize of tearing their prey apart would be more than worth the wait.
-
“Hey, babe, I’m gonna be a little late. Ned and I got stuck back in the lab, so we’re gonna need to stay until eight or nine. Can you make it to the tower by yourself alright?”
Peter’s concerned voice made Y/N smile gently as she trudged along the rainy streets of New York. He always loved to worry about her, especially when it was dark and gloomy out, but she could handle herself pretty okay. By pretty okay, of course meant she could kick ass like no other twenty-something year-old, but she wasn’t one to brag. Y/N readjusted the Kate Spade purse on her shoulder with her right hand, attempting to keep her umbrella over her head with the other. “I’ll be fine, Pete, just go finish up and get back to me. I’m gonna be waiting in your room at the tower before you go off on that mission this weekend.”
A small sigh came through the speaker, “Okay, I’ll try to get back to you soon. I love you, Y/N.”
“I love you too, Pete.” 
“Oh,” she could hear the shy but no less mischievous smile that was taking over his face, “I left you a little present on the bed, make sure you open it before I get back.”
Y/N’s face heated at the implication. “Peter Parker, you dirty little-” He ended the call with a laugh, and she huffed out a small chuckle at his childish antics.
The walk to the Avengers tower would have been nice, had it not been for the downfall of rain, making everything mushy, socks being absolutely soaked through her sneakers by the time she arrived. The receptionist at the front desk, Jenny, if Y/N remembered correctly, stared at her a little oddly, probably not expecting to see the young college girl in such a state of disorder, but it didn’t affect her at all. She confidently strutted up to the elevator, pressing in the floor number where all the rooms were located. Y/N scrolled through her Twitter feed on her phone while classic rock blared through the elevator with the constant shuffling of people moving in and out. Seven minutes and thirty-two seconds later she was sprinting down the halls with soggy shoes and damp hair, her cold body screaming for warmth.
Peter’s room was the farthest down the hall, and the room was fairly empty. He rarely stayed at his room in the tower, preferring to stay with his Aunt May or keep Y/N company in Brooklyn. When she entered the room, she saw a plain white shirt and a pair of socks strewn upon the carpeted floor, but what really caught her eye was the red box wrapped in a pink bow on the bed. Deciding it would add more suspense if she opened it later, she quickly hopped in the shower, letting the hot water warm her freezing, rigid muscles under the spray. 
Peter didn’t have all the products she’d usually use before she knew they were going to have sex, so she had to make do with the half-used bar of Irish Spring and his small travel-sized bottles of shampoo and conditioner, promising the fresh, breezy smell of citrus and mint. It was a quick process; two squeezes of shampoo, shaving with the green soap as best as she could without cutting herself, one squeeze of conditioner. A fuzzy towel sat waiting for Y/N on the rack, with the Spiderman symbol as a prank gift from her to her lovely boyfriend, and without a second to let the heat leave her damp skin, she wrapped herself in it, quickly hopping out to the bedroom again.
The lingerie she set out on the bed was a deep set burgundy color, with lace decorating the delicate corset and the trim of the satin panties. The packaging really did not do it justice. Y/N grinned at the new set, one that she knew would happily be torn from her body later. A shiver ran through her as she let the cold air fall over her skin, carefully slipping the lingerie on. It was a damn shame, really; the set was quite nice, and she reminded herself to buy more of the nicely suiting color for their nights together. 
Click.
Y/N’s heart thumped with anticipation as she heard the door open and she took a quick moment to ready herself. Hair in perfect style, legs stretched along the length of the bed to make herself look as seductive as possible, a small smirk thrown on her pouty lips.
But in the darkened room, it wasn’t Peter’s shadow that appeared. Three men, three tall, bulkier men’s shadows appeared at the foot of the bed, and horror washed over her as she realized who they were. “Goddamn, dolly, I’ve imagined what you would’ve looked like under those sweaters, but this is much sweeter than I expected.”
The sinister face of Bucky Barnes came into her view, just a sliver of moonlight lighting up his pale skin. His eyes raked over Y/N’s uncovered skin, and goosebumps appeared as she tried to cover herself up under his predatory gaze.
“W-what are you doing here?” She whispered worriedly. Sam and Steve flanked the bed on either side of her, plastered sickly sweet smiles on their faces, providing her with a false sense of security that made her heart scream in fear. Though she wasn't making any noise, her lungs felt like they were going to give out, her throat closing up like an allergic reaction. 
Her head whipped every which way in robotic movement, her brain seeming to fail her as she scanned the room for an exit. Several moments of shortened breaths, cold air chilling her body, before she came out of her freezing shock to realization.
“Why are you here? Please, get out, just g-get out!”
A calloused hand pushed away Y/N’s left arm that covered her tits, and Steve groaned at the sight of her pebbled nipples. “God, baby, they’re as pretty as I thought they’d be. Been trying to feel them up all week, but you knew that, didn’t you?”
Saturday the week before at lunch when he’d spilled water over chest and tried to clean her up. Sam’s friendly hug that became a bit less friendly when his hands slipped into the back pockets of her jeans. The movie night on Monday when Bucky’s hand caressed her thigh a little too close to her core. All of their touches began to make more sense, and her eyes filled with tears at the realization. 
“Please,” she begged, tears blocking her vision, “I promise I won’t tell anyone, not even Pete, but please just go.”
“You just don’t get it, do you?” Steve asked. He grasped her chin roughly, his face close enough to hers so that she could feel his fiery breath on her lips. “We’re not leaving, sweetheart. You’re gonna let all three of us play with your pretty little body, and you’re gonna make the prettiest sounds for us, alright?”
Y/N shook her head violently, too afraid to make noise, but also bold enough to make one last attempt at freedom. The hand that held her chin quickly moved to slap her cheek, and she hated the way the sting made heat stir in her lower belly. She tried to shy away from their touch again, but Bucky’s face simply held the same smirk as he trailed his vibranium fingers up and down her leg. 
“Oh, come on, Y/N, don’t act all shy now. Peter has been telling us how good you’ve been to him and don’t think he hasn’t told us about your little childhood crush on little ol’ me. Been wanting to fuck you ever since.” Bucky’s hand quickly left her body, instead moving to palm over the bulge in his pants. “Fuck, sweetheart, got me real hard just thinking ‘bout your pussy swallowing my cock. Bet you’re gonna be a sweet, obedient girl for me, right?”
Fire started to course through Y/N’s veins, and with all the power she tried to dampen it down with, it seemed to push through her body that much more dangerously. She despised the fact that she could feel herself growing wet for the three older men, but God, she had never felt the need to be filled up as badly as she did in that moment.
“You’re a bit of a slut, don’t you think?” Sam mocked. He kneeled on her right, his eyes fixated on her panty-clad pussy, a wet patch already forming on the soft satin. It really didn’t help that three of her teen celebrity crushes were eyeing her nearly naked body like a piece of meat. “I mean, look at you, already growing wet and needy for three cocks. Is that what you want, honey? Parker not treating you good enough?”
She hesitated. Goosebumps rose across her skin at the sinister tone of his voice, like he already knew it was true. And it was true and she hated that Sam was right, but as amazing as Peter was a boyfriend, it was clear from the vibrator hiding in his apartment’s bathroom that he was not amazing in the sheets. Every time, she held hope that it would be better, that she would finally get to stop faking an orgasm before he rolled out of the bed with a filled up condom, but she knew deep down inside of her that it wasn’t happening anytime soon. Y/N forced herself to nod weakly at Sam’s questions, and Bucky chuckled. “Oh, you poor dolly, we’re gonna have so much fun with you. Treat you better than that little boy ever could.”
All it took was a whimper, a nearly audible, deadly silent whimper that managed to squeak its way past Y/N’s throat, and the three men took it as permission to ravage her body however they pleased.
Steve made quick work of his pants as Sam lifted her chin to kiss him, his tongue hot and heavy against her mouth, coaxing her lips open. The sound of belt buckles hitting the floor shamefully turned on Y/N even more. Panic coursed through her senses, her mind wanting to scream for them to stop, but her body knew her too well as she felt a wave of slick run down her thighs. Cold metal digits slipped under the waistband of her panties, moving to her wet folds, and she whimpered into Sam’s mouth at the touch. 
“You look so nice, baby, so pretty all laid out for us like this.” Bucky’s hands pulled down her panties as Steve pinched her peaked nipple through the lace, laying lavish, open-mouthed kisses down her torso. The cool air hit her pussy when Bucky’s hands pulled her legs wide open, fully exposed to the three men ready to use her against her will. “Knew you’d be so wet for us, sweetheart, just look at you. Dripping all for your daddies,” Steve murmured against her skin.
Hot breath fanned over her cunt before they rolled her over on her stomach, someone’s hands forcing her up onto her knees with her face smashed into the cotton pillows. She could feel two rough human hands pulling her ass cheeks apart, spreading her ever wider for their view. “Would you look at that, boys, look how fucking hot she is for us.”
Sam’s thick finger ran through her folds, the calloused pad of his finger just teasing her clit before landing a harsh smack to the inside of her thigh. Her moan was muffled through the mattress and she prayed they wouldn’t hear how being treated like whore made her wet like nothing else. 
Hot slick dripped down her thighs, a pool of it staining the pristine sheets by each knee. It was quite a sight, Steve, kneeled by the bed as his face hovered next to her ear, whispering filthy things into her ear as Bucky stroked his hard, leaking cock right next to him. Sam’s lips were making their way up the inside of her right thigh, cracked skin gliding across her sticky flesh. “Oh, baby,” he purred, “you smell so good. Bet you taste even better, don’t you, little girl?”
His tongue reached the apex of her thighs, finally licking a stipe up her center with no warning. Y/N sobbed into the comforter below her, mascara stained tears marking up her face. Two fingers edged their way between the bed and her face, forcing her head upwards and arching her back. Steve’s face was caught in a dirty smirk above hers, lip pulled taut between his teeth, until he saw the tears trailing down her face. “Oh, sweetheart, you look so desperate like this.” His fingers traced her smeared lip gloss around her lips, before opening her lips harshly. “Open up, you dumb baby.”
Y/N forced her jaw open wider, just enough to watch a string of Steve’s saliva drip into her mouth. The thick spit pooled on her tongue and she tried hard not to grimace in front of him, in hopes that he wouldn’t make her- 
“Swallow it, sweetheart.” He saw the hesitation in her eyes, how her lower lip trembled at his words, but he just laughed at her. “Now.”
The warm saliva slid down her tongue and more black tears ran down her face as she obliged his orders, finally gulping it and cringing at the taste. Steve loved the way her face screwed up in displeasure, how she still had the audacity to pretend she hated what they were doing though she was moaning and whimpering with Sam’s tongue attacking her entrance.
“What do you want, sweetheart? We might give it to you as long as you use your words.” Bucky taunted lightly.
Y/N stared up at the brunette, staring menacingly down at her with his cock in hand. “Please,” she whimpered.
The three found it woeful, the way she could barely get a full sentence out as Sam went to town with his skilled tongue, but even with that onslaught, a simple please wasn’t enough for them.
“Please what, honey,” Sam moaned from between her legs, “you gotta use your big words or we’ll never know what you want from us.”
Steve and Bucky nodded in fake-agreement even though they all knew exactly what she wanted and where. 
“I don’t-” her widened eyes glanced into Steve’s, blown-out and teary. “I don’t want anything, not from you.” She lied through her teeth harshly.
Sam removed his head from between her thighs and Y/N immediately whined at the loss of contact almost hilariously. “You don’t want anything, little girl?” 
The air felt static, every hair on her neck rising in the pressured silence. The angel and the devil clawed at her heart, each trying to show her what was right. And she wanted to sin, God knew that she would love nothing more than to let that little greedy part of her take over, but she’d already cheated on Peter and that damn good part of her conscience stole the wheels of her brain.
Slowly and shamefully, she shook her head, though the downright dirty monster inside of her wanted the men to ignore her words and keep assaulting her body. 
“That’s a shame, baby, I thought we were having fun.” Sam sighed. He met Bucky’s gaze on the side, and though they seemed to be in resignation with her wishes, their eyes twinkled devilishly. He positioned his body over Y/N’s kneeled over form, his bare chest glued to her sweating back as his hands ran up the sides of her ribcage and to her front, just barely grazing over her sensitive nipples. “You mean, you don’t want me to touch you here?”
He pinched the darkened buds and she had to use every ounce of self-restraint to not collapse at the sensation. His calloused hands moved back even further, tracing down to the stretch of skin just above her mound, swiping a finger across the skin delicately. “How about here? Or even,” he brought three fingers around her body, over her ass, and into her glistening cunt again, just rubbing along her entrance, not daring to go further in. Y/N couldn’t hold in her reaction to his prodding anymore, his teasing chipping away all of her dignity and pride in a few simple touches. 
“Yes, please, please, use your fingers,” she blurted against her will. Where shame should have washed over her, there was only lust, raging red and coursing through her body so forcefully that she felt braindead. “Put your fingers in me, daddy, please.”
The pet name rolled off of her tongue so easily and she was barely ashamed of how it made her feel. The name especially shocked the three men, who smiled even wider with their cocks harder than before at the little slip up. “That was all you had to say, dolly, gonna have your daddies make you feel real good,” Bucky laughed.
Sam finally plunged his thick fingers knuckle-deep into her cunt as Steve’s mouth captured hers, effectively swallowing her scream with ferocity. The long digits scissored and swirled inside of her, pressing against new unexplored areas that she’d never even gotten to with her own fingers. White dots danced along the front line of her vision as teeth clashed against hers and though it’d been mere minutes she already knew she was close and the men did as well.
“I can feel you clamping around my fingers, honey,” Sam taunted. His lips were moving sinfully around her ass, planting sloppy kisses and drooling all over her skin while he fingered her deep. “Are you gonna come soon, baby?”
“Yes, daddy, I’m so- fuck,” Y/N panted into Steve’s mouth, “m’ so c-close.” The blond bit her tongue hard enough for her to taste blood and she yelped as she heard Sam and Bucky laugh. 
“Watch your language, dolly,” Bucky sneered from the side of the bed. His hand was rapidly moving around his cock, corkscrew motions edging him towards the brink of pleasure. 
“Little girls like you don’t get to use big swear words,” Sam’s face was still buried between her legs, his soaked fingers pulling out of her cunt only to rub at her little pearl of nerves in circles. His tongue still lapped at her dripping entrance and he could feel her tight hole start to pulse as her breathing picked up. “Oh, baby, you’re getting close, aren’t you?”
Y/N was hesitant to answer at first, the sweat on her body seeming to cool immediately in fear of what would happen if she messed up. But after five seconds Steve stopped kissing her, gripping her chin and staring into her eyes deeply. He looked as debauched as she felt, with his rosy lips swollen with spit and cheeks tinged with pink. “Are you gonna answer daddy, sweetheart?”
That knocked her into shape real fast.
“Yes, daddy, I’m so close. P-please let me come,” she whimpered. The whine in her voice pleased the two men, and Steve went back to exploring her mouth before she felt something poking against her asshole.
“Gonna let daddy put his cock in you, little girl?” Sam asked gently. His words had panic coursing through her system, a chilling realization like water being poured on her head and she began to wiggle around, trying to free Sam’s hand from her hip. Her arms weakly pushed at Steve’s chest, trying to push him as far away as he could, but the men only laughed at her flailing limbs. Y/N wanted to scream no to them, and despite her contrasting love-hate relationship with Sam’s fingers inside her cunt she knew it was time to go. It was laughable how much she would continue to say that to herself for the rest of the night. 
But Sam managed to sense her panic, knowing exactly what the issue was before harshly spanking her and effectively stopping her struggle. “Don’t worry, baby, I won’t come inside of you. I’m not risking knocking up a whore with my kids, I’ve got more dignity than that.”
He led the leaking tip of his dick down her crack, rubbing it along her slick entrance before pushing in with a groan. “Oh my fucking God, that is so hot.” Bucky admonished from the side. “Gotta get in on that soon.”
Steve chuckled against Y/N’s lips, pulling away with a strand of saliva connecting them. He adjusted himself up so his dick was centimeters from her face, a knee propped up on the bed for balance. “Gotta wait your turn, Buck, we all want a piece of her.” He noticed the way Y/N’s eyes were transfixed on his cock, the red mushroom head smeared with precome along the slit, nearly purplish veins standing out prominently on his shaft. Yeah, he couldn’t even deny that he was big because he already knew how many girls had dropped down on their knees for him. “Go ahead, sweetheart, open up those pretty lips for me.”
Almost too excitedly, she dropped her jaw, allowing him to slide his cock into the silky warmth of her mouth. As his hips started to thrust into her mouth, Sam’s started to do the same into her cunt. Both men moaned in tandem with their movements as Y/N’s worries faded away to the back of her mind as they stuffed her to the brim.
“You can come now, baby,” Sam nearly ordered, “go and cream on daddy’s cock- fuck, I know you’ve been waiting.”
It was a harsh bump of his head against her G-spot that sent her over the edge, walls clamping down with ferocity and milking him for all she was worth. Y/N reeled in the sunlight infested warmth that coursed through her body as she finally let go, whining around Steve’s dick as he continued to abuse her throat with long, deep thrusts. 
Bucky was still holding his orgasm off, fondling with his tight, heavy sac while his dick remained a painfully hard mess, glistening with precome. “I’m so glad I got to see you come, dolly, look so fucking pretty when you do.”
She couldn’t deny the little skip of her heart at the praise, just a few simple words that made her feel like a good little girl. But no, God-fucking no, she wasn’t supposed to let them make her feel this way. Guilt washed away that warmth in her chest just as quickly, knowing that her boyfriend was just waiting to come back to see her, finishing up his studies so that they could live their lives out together after college while she was getting her pussy and mouth absolutely wrecked by his co-workers. 
As soon as Y/N got her brain thinking straight again, Sam started moving inside of her again and she garbled out a strangled cry. “If you thought we were done here, baby,” Sam laughed, “you’ve got a lot left ahead of you.”
“We’re not leaving until all of us have come, brat.” Steve’s palm gripped the back of her skull roughly, pushing her head so far down on his dick that her nose was squished against his abdomen. “Greedy little bitch.”
Both men started to thrust into her again, and just like that she was back to being absolutely lost in desire and lust like the bitch in heat she was until there was a sudden shift in the air. So much that the sweat on her body began to cool her skin, Sam’s hands still gripping her hips so tightly she knew they’d leave marks that she would have to hide when she wore her favorite low-cut shorts. 
Bucky’s eyes seemed to drift from her tits moving with each movement of her hips, checking behind the door as if there were something lurking there, but she was too afraid to see for herself. If she stopped she would get spanked, and they’d probably prolong her second orgasm even further, and her pussy couldn’t handle any more subtle teasing.  
“Hey there, Parker, why don’t come on out here?”
But that, that was what made the hairs on Y/N’s neck rose, dread filling her to the fullest as she realized the implications of Sam’s words.
Peter had seen everything. Peter, her boyfriend, had seen three of his co-workers, three men who she barely knew, fuck her deep into his mattress. Peter, her boyfriend, had watched her get fucked into his mattress, without trying to stop them whatsoever.
She couldn’t tell if it was the guilt of cheating on her boyfriend or the freezing realization that he hadn’t done anything to stop the three men that hurt more. 
Yet Peter still walked from behind the door, dressed in a NYU hoodie and a pair of khakis slung low on his hips, just drawing attention to the sizable bulge that stretched out his zipper. His umber eyes, normally full of so much joy and love, were possessed by the same lust and darkness as the three men, as much as he tried to hide it behind a shyer facade. 
His eyes were trained on the tightness of how Y/N’s pussy was gripping Sam, her lips glossed over with come and spit wrapped around Steve’s dick. The girl stopped in her movements, her eyes no longer full of tears for just being gagged, but as soon as her mouth came to a halt around the base of his cock, the blond slapped her across the face. A sharp crack echoed around the room and though she couldn’t see him, she heard Bucky’s feral growl of pleasure at the whorish treatment she was receiving. 
“Didn’t say you could fucking stop, sweetheart, keep working on daddy’s cock.” No more words needed to be said as Steve gripped her hair once more, forcing himself farther back into her throat to the point where she couldn’t breathe. Sam’s thrusts were quickening, closer and closer to release as the sounds of the girl struggling to breath made his balls tighten. 
“Fucking shit, baby, you feel yourself squeezing my dick? I bet you like teasing daddy like that, don’t you?” One of his hands were brought down on her ass in a quick smack that resonated with Bucky, who was staving off his orgasm for something much sweeter than his hand. She was moaning raucously around the dick stuffed in her mouth, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure up every nerve in Steve’s body as he came with the tip of his dick nearly being swallowed by Y/N’s throat. There was barely any time for her to fully down the thick come in her mouth before Sam was threatening to orgasm. “I’m gonna come so soon but you better fucking not, little girl, you hear me? Gotta let your daddy come before you, you ungrateful little bitch- oh.”
It was a really fucking close call, Sam’s dick pulling out of her with one quick movement before spilling pearly ropes of come onto Y/N’s spine. A high whine escaped her mouth, clit throbbing as she was so, so close to coming, and she was too far into her crazed pleasure to realize that she was letting three older men, men who fought to defend the universe from evil, use her as an over-glorified fleshlight. 
She couldn’t really blame them for calling her a cockdrunk whore. 
Bucky sauntered over to the bed, eyes trained on the pool of come centered around the base of her spine before flipping her over onto her back with his large hands and shoving three vibranium fingers back into her hole. She gasped and held onto his forearm as he continued to fingerfuck her to her second orgasm, eyes screwed shut in a delirious haze of contentment for being filled with at least something again. 
“Bucky, Bucky, Bucky, please-” Steve slapped her along the face, correcting her words immediately. “Daddy, daddy, please let me come.”
Bucky chuckled, tweaking one of her nipples with his flesh hand as he hovered over her face. “I don’t know, dolly, you’ve been a little naughty, callin’ me the wrong name, not listening to Stevie’s orders- don’t think you deserve to get what you want.”
A muffled whimper escaped her swollen lips, and he sighed in surrender. “Okay, dollface, go ahead and come on my fingers. Let me see how you wet ‘em up real good.”
Y/N’s hips bucked into his metal digits with finality, come leaking out of her cunt and soaking the sheets below her. Her sweat-glazed skin shone even against the darkening sky, and all Bucky could do was chuckle at how her chest rose quickly as she tried to catch her breath. He thought about teasing her clit again, just circling around the little bud of nerves to get a rise out of her, but he decided against it. Sam probably had better plans for her anyway. 
On the other hand, Y/N’s orgasm was starting to wear off as she noticed the hardened stare from the edge of the room. Her boyfriend.
“Peter, I…” Y/N made eye contact with him, suddenly noticing how mousy he looked in his own bedroom. 
“I nearly forgot you were here, Parker,” Sam smirked darkly. “Why don’t you come over here and fuck your little whore. I’m feeling a little generous today.”
Steve and Bucky nodded with the same infuriating smugness as Sam. The brunette boy opened his mouth to object to the degrading statement, but when he met his girlfriend’s eyes nothing needed to be said. There was no escaping this. Nothing he said mattered to the three older men, because really they had already gotten everything they wanted right in front of their disgusting, perverted eyes. 
He unbuckled his belt, letting the weight of it drop his khakis to the floor. Maybe if he’d known he would be forced into join a fivesome later that night he’d have picked any other boxers but the Ducktales one, but no one seemed to say a word about them, rather focusing on what they were failing to conceal. 
Peter’s cock had always been admirable to Y/N by its length and God, definitely its thickness. Curved upwards towards his abdomen with a vein running along the left side up to the bulbous head, it was definitely more than average. It was really just a shame he didn’t know how to use it well enough.
His shirt was pulled over his head just as quickly, and if Y/N knew any better she would say that he was excited to get to fuck her in front of the three men. He placed himself in between Y/N’s parted legs, standing in the same position as he had so many times before.
But when Y/N cried out in pain and pleasure as he slid into her, Peter knew that this time, it was different. This time three men, men that he used to trust with his life, stood on either side of him and his girlfriend and jerked their hands up and down their cocks as they watched her get fucked relentlessly. It wasn’t sweet, it wasn’t romantic, but he couldn’t really think when his thick cock was stuffed inside of her stimulated pussy, juices and come leaking out of her abused sex. 
“Go faster, Parker,” Steve instructed, his face contorted in pure pleasure. The pace of Peter’s thrusts sped up, and he threw Y/N’s ankles over his shoulders, hitting deeper inside of her, with the sound of her sobs only turning them all on more. “Oh, right there, shit, shit, shit-”
Steve came first, a low groan escaping his lips as streams of come landed on her tits, still bouncing with every movement of Peter’s hips. 
“Open up,” Sam gritted through his teeth, and Y/N obediently opened her mouth to let his bitter come coat the inside of her throat, some of it landing on her face and neck. The string of curses he let out made Peter thrust even faster into her, and he hated, absolutely despised the way it turned him on to see the three men use his girlfriend to their pleasure. But soon enough a hand pushed against his chest away from Y/N and he reluctantly pulled out.
“Move aside, kid,” Bucky instructed, “Wanna come inside of her.”
As he lined his gigantic cock up with her entrance, her eyes widened with fear. “No, please, I didn’t take my pills, I can’t- I won’t, please not inside-”
“Shut the fuck up, you slut.” Bucky’s fingers came to slap her clit harshly, and she cried out in pain. “You’re gonna be quiet and let me come wherever I damn want, right?”
He punctuated his last word as he thrust inside her, filling her up to the hilt with his girth. She was too drunk on the feeling of her cunt being filled up to argue again. It was painful, extremely so, even though two different cocks had been inside her overstimulated pussy already and Bucky stretched her out wide, his cock thicker with veins to hit every pleasure point. With her legs tossed around his tapered torso, he slid out until his very tip was left in her, then slammed back in with a small moan. The head of his cock relentlessly pounded into her cervix in a nearly soundless tempo and all Y/N could hear were her own gasps of pleasure, jaw-dropping moans that made drool slide back down her throat in her laid down position.
She turned her head to the side, and though her vision was bleary through the tears, she could see Sam and Steve watching Bucky fuck her while Peter, her boyfriend, her sweet, sweet boyfriend, was caught up fucking his hand to the sound of Bucky’s balls slapping against her ass. 
“Fuck, ‘m not gonna last much longer, dollface.” Bucky gasped. “You gonna come soon? You’re gonna come for daddy one more time. I think you’ve got a third one in you, you little fucking slut.”
“Shit, shit, daddy, please ‘m almost there,” Y/N wailed absentmindedly. A thumb came down to circle her clit quickly and she felt the coil in her stomach grow tighter and tighter, until she finally let out a high whine, finding her release as Bucky’s cock pulsed inside of her, ready to come just as easily as her. Her pussy clenched around his cock as she rode out her orgasm, fingers grasping at the sheets in order to find some sort of grounding. His come painted her walls white, and Bucky could’ve sworn there was no better feeling than feeling his blood warm in every vein as he finally let go. With stunted groans, his hips slowed its rhythm, lost in watching how his cock disappear into Y/N’s pussy, her slick juices coating his dick each time he pulled out. 
“Ah, fuck, dolly, you did so good for me. Pussy tight as a fuckin’ vice.” Bucky hugged her limp body close to his sweaty chest, letting his dick soften inside of her for a good few moments before pulling out. He tossed Y/N back onto the bed below him, barely even caring to clean the come dripping down her ribcage and out of her cunt before grabbing his boxers from the cabinet next to the bed. 
Steve was already buttoning his jeans up, checking the notifications on his phone before shoving it back into his pocket. The blond seemed to have better things to do so soon after, rushing his way to the door before pausing where Y/N laid to watch come drip out of her pussy. One more time he pushed Bucky’s come inside of her abused entrance, watching as it oozed out from behind his digits. “Look at you, fucking full of of his come. Such a goddamn whore,” he muttered under his breath.
Those were the last words he said to her before patting Bucky on the shoulder and leading him out of the opened door. 
Maybe Sam was a bit more kind, or affectionate at least. He was already dressed but visibly hard again beneath the thick denim of his pants, and he made sure Y/N knew it, taking her left hand and placing it over his dick. “You still got that effect on me, honey, even when you’re all fucked out like this.” He dragged his fingers through the thick ribbons of come that coated her chest, bringing them up to her mouth so she could taste. Even though she was more than exhausted, she wrapped her tongue around the two fingers that were pushed past her swollen lips, sucking them clean with a tired vengeance. Satisfied with her work, he kissed her chin one more time before leaving without so much as another word, slamming the door shut on his way out.
Click.
It ended exactly the way it started, the lock jostling into the doorknob just as easily as the high of Y/N’s final orgasm slipped away.
Stifling silence suffocated the room around them. Peter refused to meet her eyes, just as much as hers did his. She laid motionless on the bed with him standing at the foot, his dick soft and if she narrowed her bleary eyes just a bit, she could see how his knees were shaking. Neither of them were able to say anything, losing the ability to converse as soon as the three men left the room.
“Peter,” her voice was throaty after the rough fucking she took, “C-can you please get me a drink?”
The brown-haired boy looked down to meet her face, and she could finally see the reason that he had hid it from her. His eyes were red and bloodshot, snot running from his nose with tears running down his cheeks. She’d been so caught up in the after haze of the sex that she didn’t even notice how his bare chest was heaving so deeply, nearing hyperventalation. 
But still, he grabbed his boxers, pulling them over his weakened legs clumsily. “Y-yeah, what kind do you want, Mr. Stark has a ton-”
“I don’t care.” She cut him off firmly, a sharp tone in her voice as she rolled over on her side. Y/N tucked her knees to her chin, fingers running over the side of her neck which was marked with bruises and scratches. “I don’t fucking care.”
Without another word Peter slipped out of the room quietly, knowing better than to try to talk to her about what they had been forced to participate in. It wasn’t as if there was much to say anyways.
Rain pattered against the window. It was only six o’clock in the evening. Cars honked and beeped and Natasha’s Igor Stavinsky record played for its fiftieth round of the day, and to anyone else in the tower it was a normal night. Normal, just like the ones spent sitting on the couch with Bucky’s hand creeping up her leg or Sam’s hands groping her ass, but this time they’d made a move. 
The silence was far too much to handle, the unspoken truth of what she’d done with Bucky, Steve, Sam, and Peter finally hitting her, knocking the air out of her lungs as she suddenly struggled to breathe. Gripping her face, clawing at it like a goddamn wolf, Y/N began to cry. Silently at first, gradually growing into heartbroken sobs, she let her trodden pride carry her voice wherever it wanted to go. 
The men’s whispered words haunted her mere moments after they’d left the room, but most audibly she could hear a faint husk of a voice, Sam’s low moan in her ear looming in the dreadful silence of the room:
Thanks for sharing with us, baby.
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dearlawdimasimp · 2 years
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just some incorrect qoutes of some of my ocs(x canon AU):
random person: *screeching* GET YO FUCKIN DOGS BITCH-
Otto: they don't bite. *sips tea*
G and Norman: * s n a r l s & g r o w l s *
random person: YES THEY FUCKIN DO-
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Norman: We put a little a note in your bag to tell you that we love you.
Otto: :D
G: Guys this is a 20 page essay :'o
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*Clark and Jeremy shotgunning energy drinks*
Jessi: What are they doing?
Scarlet: They are going to meet god.
G: * just walked in and got a bit of the convo* but they've already met two...?
Jessi: *wants to smack G with a frying pan for not getting her priorities straight but they're right*
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G : You lying, cheating, piece of shit.
Fritz: Oh yeah? You're the idiot who thinks you can get away with everything you do. WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD
G: I'm leaving you and I'M TAKING JESSI, BEE AND BAILEY WITH ME
Bailey, picking up the monopoly board: I think we're going to stop playing now.
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Sam Wilson: i bet you couldn't fit the whole popsicle in your mouth
G: * w/o thinking* oh please, i had bigger things in my mouth
G and Sam: * staring at each other *
G: * realizing what he said, blushes furiously *
Fritz: * putting his book down * oh boy, this day just got a whole lot better.
Norman and Otto: *choking flustered noises in the bg*
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Tony: Where's G?...
Shuri: Doing stuff.
Tony: I don't like how that sounds... where's Strange?
Shuri: Trying to prevent G from doing stuff
Tony: Fritz?
Shuri: Distracting Strange from preventing G from doing stuff
Tony: Then what are you doing here?
Shuri: I'm supposed to be distracting you from stopping Fritz distracting Strange so he doesn't go prevent G from doing things. *smiles*
Tony: I do not get paid enough to deal with this idiocy...
i give big thanks to @darkqskies for this one jahsgshs
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i'm tempted to add more but im too tired to HAGGSHS it is late here after all- anyways..hope y'all enjoy that chaos lmao
also would y'all like me to write about my self-insert, crossover OCs? 😁
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misty-feathers · 2 years
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Sambucky fake dating with maximum fluff and minimal angst. Sam asks if bucky wants anything for the holidays and buckys like ‘haha yeah to date you’ and sam is so excited about it so the next day hes just being the most sappy romantic boyfriend all over bucky all day while bucky is internally losing his shit because he thinks its some kind of holiday gag and sams just pretending to date him. Theyre doing the cutest most hallmark holiday things together and sams having the time of his life and bucky thinks hes gonna die. This absolute nonsense lasts all of one whole day until sam leans in for a kiss after dessert and bucky flips the fuck out with the ol ‘i cant do this! i care about you too much! this is real for me, i cant pretend like this!’ and sams like ‘wait,,, i thought you asked me out? you mean this wasnt real??’ and sams starting to look hurt while bucky is fumbling for words because he cant believe this is happening till finally he bursts out ‘WAIT SAM CAN WE GO BACK TO FIVE MINUTES AGO WHEN I WAS YOUR REAL BOYFRIEND IM IN LOVE WITH YOU SAM’ and they have a beautiful holidays and sam teases bucky relentlessly for being such a fool.
FHSDKJ THIS IS SO ADORABLE,,, the Pining,,,, chefs kiss
bucky trying not to give away just how much he enjoys doing all the sappy hallmark stuff with sam but he literally can't stop giving sam the biggest heart eyes and sam thinks its super cute
also i cant stop thinking about the conversation after bucky goes WAIT SAM CAN WE GO BACK TO FIVE MINUTES AGO WHEN I WAS YOUR REAL BOYFRIEND IM IN LOVE WITH YOU SAM
sam: i've been holding your hand ALL DAY
bucky: you said they were cold i was just being nice
sam: i put up mistletoe in all the doorways and when you asked why i said it's so i can get you to kiss me! and you told me you don't need mistletoe to do that!
bucky: i thought they were just for decoration! and you were being sarcastic!
sam: i said yes when multiple people asked if we were dating!!
bucky: i thought it was just some kind of holiday gag!!
sam: bucky i called sarah and told her you're my boyfriend. you were IN THE ROOM
bucky: i don't know!! i thought she knew it was a joke!!
sam: oh my god. you're so dumb i can't believe i'm in love with you
bucky:
bucky: wait you're in love with me too?!?!?
sam: y e s why do you think i did all that stuff???
bucky: uh. um *fumbling for words but eventually goes quiet and just kinda stares at sam*
sam: so now that we've established that can i kiss you now
bucky: well all you had to do was ask
every year on future holidays this story ends up getting told and the whole wilson family makes fun of them
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pedrosprincess · 3 years
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Off Limits: (Part 4) Therapy Session|| Bucky Barnes
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Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Sam Wilson x Reader (Platonic)
Warning(s): cursing, angst? and I think that’s it (idk)
A/N: if this is shitty I'm so sorry, im trying ~~~~~~ The three stood outside and heard a car pull up and a siren going off, they turned to see a police car and two officers getting out. “Hey” one officer greeted and Sam turned towards him, “What’s up?”, the second officer spoke up, “Is there a problem here?”. (Y/N) was the one to speak up next, “No, we’re just talking” and the officers looked at Bucky, “We’re fine”. One of the officers looked at Sam, “Can I see your ID?” and Sam shook his head, “I don’t have ID, why?” and Bucky turned to look at the officer, “Seriously?”. 
“Why do you need to see his ID?” (Y/N) questioned and the officer looked at both her and Sam, “Ma'am, sir, calm down”. Sam threw his hands up, “I am calm, what do you want? We’re just talking”. The other officer butted in, “Give him your ID so we can leave” and (Y/N) scoffed, “No, we’re literally just talking” and the officer opened his mouth to speak but she cut him off, “And no one is bothering anyone, right Bucky?” and Bucky looked at the two men, “She’s right, no one is bothering anyone, do you know who this is?”. 
The two officers looked at each other before realization hit one of them, “Dude, these guys are the avengers” one officer told the other. The officer that was asking for Sam’s ID spoke, “I’m so sorry, Mr. Wilson. I didn’t recognize you without the goggles, I’m really sorry” and another siren is heard. “Just wait here for a second” and the two officers headed over to their car. Bucky looked at Sam, “I didn’t tell anyone about him because he's been through enough”. 
The officers came back and looked at Bucky, “Mr. Barnes, there’s a warrant out for your arrest” and Sam butted in, “Look, the president pardoned him for all that”. “Not for that, you missed your court-mandated therapy, I’m sorry Mr. Barnes but your under arrest” and Bucky sighed and held his hands in front of him and they cuffed him and placed him in the back of the cop car.  ~~~~~~~~~~ Sam and (Y/N) stood waiting in the police station when they were interrupted by a woman greeting them, “Sam, I’ve heard a lot about you. I’m Dr. Raynor, James’ therapist” and she turned to (Y/N), “I’m (Y/N), I work with Sam and Bucky as well” and Dr. Raynor shook her hand. “Thank you for getting him out” Sam thanked her and she looked confused, “That wasn’t me”. Before Sam or (Y/N) can say anything they heard, “Christina!” and (Y/N) rolled her eyes knowing who the voice belonged to, “You’ve got to be kidding me” she muttered. 
They were greeted by John and Lemar, “I heard you’re working with Bucky, so I thought I’d step in. Bucky’s not going to be following a strict schedule anymore”. Dr. Raynor crossed her arms over her chest, “We aren’t done yet, who authorized this?” and John had that same smug look on his face, “He’s too valuable of an asset to have tied up, just do what you gotta do and send him off to me. I have unfinished business him, same goes to you Wilson and (L/N)”. (Y/N) scoffed and John turned to her, “Got something to say, (L/N)?” and (Y/N) gave him a dirty look, “Actually, yeah, I do, you jackass”.
“An asset? I know you didn’t just call him an asset. He’s a person, not a thing. So don’t you dare call him an asset and treat him like he isn’t a human being because I swear to god, I won’t hesitate to punch that smug look off your face” she added as she walked towards him. John looked down at her, “Are you threatening me?” and she gritted her teeth, “Not threatening, more so a promise” and she patted his chest. John scoffed and looked at Sam, “I’ll be outside” and walked away. 
“James, condition of your release, session now. You too, (Y/N) and Sam” Dr. Raynor spoke as she walked towards the door. “It’s okay, I’ll just wait out here” Sam replied and (Y/N) smacked him on the chest, “It wasn’t a request” Dr. Raynor added as she walked in. Sam sighed and walked in behind her and Bucky held the door open for (Y/N), “Thank you, for what you said to that jackass. You didn’t have to defend me” and she sent him a small smile, “You’re welcome and I know I didn't but I wanted to, I meant every word I said, you’re a person and you should be treated like one”. 
The two headed in and sat down next to Sam and across from Dr. Raynor. “So... who’d like to start?” she asked and the three looked at each other and (Y/N) leaned forward, “Dr. Raynor, I’m not sure why I have to do this little session”. Dr. Raynor leaned back in her chair, “I’ve read and heard about you, Miss (L/N). You’ve known Sam for a long time and you’ve just met Bucky, so you’ve seen how they’ve been interacting, you’re merely here as a witness but also to speak about any concerns when being around these two and I also want to know how you feel”. 
“Look, I get why you want me to talk to Freaky Magoo over here but I'm 100% fine” Sam spoke and (Y/N) snorted. Dr. Raynor sighed, “It’s my job and this may be unprofessional but it’s the only way I can see if you’re getting over whatever’s eating at you”. Sam shook his head, “This is ridiculous” and Bucky agreed. “See, making progress already, so who wants to go first?” and it was silent for a few seconds and Dr. Raynor gave them an annoyed look, “No one? Not surprised, okay let’s do an exercise it’s called the miracle question. It’s like what is something that you'd like to see that would make your life better”. 
“In my miracle, he’d talk less” Bucky spoke and Sam agreed, “How ironic, I was thinking the same” and (Y/N) groaned, “I’ve known Sam for a long time and I just met Bucky, who’s been great” and Dr. Raynor looked at her, “But?” and (Y/N) sighed, “But, in my miracle, I’d like for these two to stop bickering like children”. Bucky tilted his head to look at Sam, “Thanks Sam, she thinks we bicker like children” and Sam sat up, “It’s not entirely my fault, you’re also the reason why” and the two men kept arguing while (Y/N) rested her head in her hands. 
“Enough, you leave me no choice. It’s time for the soul-gazing exercise” Dr. Raynor’s sentence caught (Y/N)’s attention. “He’s gonna love this” Sam looked at her and then back to Bucky, “Turn around and face each other, except (Y/N)”. Sam looked at the two women, “What? How come she doesn’t have to do it?” and Dr. Raynor gave him a knowing look, “Because, this is between you two now, not her” and (Y/N) scooted back a bit and the two men scooted their chairs closer to each other, “Get a little closer” Dr. Raynor informed and the three scooted in closer and Sam raised his hands, “Which way are you going? Right or left?” and Bucky asked, “Why are your legs open?”.
“For the love of god” (Y/N) groaned and pulled both men closer to each other. “Alright, good. Now look each other in the eyes, see this isn’t so hard” Raynor spoke and the two men are staring at each other, “Are you two seriously having a staring contest?” Dr. Raynor questioned. She sighed and looked at Bucky, “Alright, James. Why does Sam aggravate you? And don’t say anything childish” which made Bucky grin before looking at Sam, “Why did you give up the shield?”. Sam huffed in annoyance, “Why are you making a big deal out of something that has nothing to do with you?”.
“Sam...” (Y/N) warned and Bucky leaned forward, “Because Steve believed in you. He trusted you and gave you that shield for a reason, that shield, that is everything he stood for, it was his legacy and you threw it away like it was nothing”. Sam glared at him, “Shut up” and (Y/N)’s eyes widened, “Sam!”. 
“So maybe he was wrong about you and if he was wrong about you, then he was wrong about me” Bucky’s voice cracked and (Y/N) felt her heart break hearing him. “You finished?” Sam asked and Bucky nodded, “Good, maybe this is something you or Steve will never understand but can you accept that I did what I thought was right? You know what, I can’t deal with this. We have some serious shit going on, so how about I squash it right now? We go deal with that and then you and I can go our separate ways and never see each other again”.
No one got a chance to say anything before they heard a chair being pushed back and (Y/N) storming out the door. Bucky and Sam both sighed while Dr. Raynor crossed her arms, “I don’t care who's known her longer or who just met her but you two are going to end up pushing her away if you don’t stop and try to see eye to eye with each other”. 
Sam stood up, “Thanks Doc, for making it weird but I feel better” and he walked out the door to look for (Y/N). Bucky stood up and was about to walk out the door when Dr. Raynor stopped him, “I know that look, what’s wrong?” she asked him and Bucky looked at the door then her, “What was rule number two again?” he asked her. “Don’t hurt anyone” she reminded him, “I think I just did, goodbye, Doc” and he walked out the door to see Sam but (Y/N) no where, “Well, I feel better” Sam informed and Bucky took a deep breath, “I feel awful” and the two men headed outside to look for (Y/N). 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Taglist: @chloe-skywalker​
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merry christmas
warning: death l w: 1209 l im a god
summary: a christmas mission goes so, so wrong
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“Merry Christmas,” Bucky said, already up, as Sam rose from the bench on the jet. Alright, maybe being on a jet flying to take down a Hydra base wasn’t the best way to spend Christmas, but a smile slid onto Sam’s face nonetheless. “Sorry its not what it should’ve been.”
“Its fine, really, Buck. Its perfect the way it is.” Poor Joaquin has to deal with them today. Bucky gave him a speculative look. “I’m being honest.” 
“If you say so, Sam. I just- you should be with your family.” 
“I got enough family right here.”
“God, you’re hopeless.” Bucky commented, a fond smile on his face. Sam grinned back, shaking his head. He gets up with a small grunt.
“Hypocrite.” Sam grumbled, pressing a kiss to Bucky’s forehead. Bucky smiled watching as Sam walked away. He’d get him home for Christmas, he knew he would. 
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“Sam?” The air had gone dead quiet, as if time was frozen. Bucky could feel the air he let in and out, feel his heart beating inside his chest. 
“I’m here.” Sam croaked out over comms. Bucky’s breath quickened. Sam didn’t sound alright. Sam didn’t sound alright at all. 
“Sam.” Bucky breathed out, running to where Redwing said Sam was. “Sam, stay with me.”
“Who said I was leaving?” Sam's voice was hoarse, as if the air was knocked from his lungs.
After a few twists and turns, he found Sam. Doubled over, gasping for breath, and clutching the knife in his stomach. “Sam.” Bucky felt as if his worlds were colliding, collapsing. He kneeled down beside Sam, staring in disbelief. Sam’s hand was soaked in blood, and his face was twisted in pain. “Sammy, hey, you with me?” 
“It hurts, Buck.” Sam muttered, his voice wobbly, and Bucky has to resist the urge to breakdown. “It hurts so bad.”
“I know, Sammy, I know. Look at me, Sam.” A gentle hand reach to guide Sam’s face to look at Bucky.
“Hey.” Sam croaked out, leaning into Bucky’s touch.
“Hi.” Bucky chocked out. “Medics are on their way, okay? Can you hang on till then?” 
“I don’t know. I can’t-” Sam is gasping for air, tears rolling down his cheeks. The super soldier wipes a few them away with his thumb, finding that the warmth from the dark brown eyes are draining as the seconds past. “I can barely think, Jamie.” 
“Its gonna be okay. I promise you.” Bucky send he’d get him home for Christmas, but not like this. He can’t even imagine coming home with nothing but a message. A message that Sam’s gone. That he let him slip through his fingers. When Bucky was supposed to cover his six. Supposed to make sure he makes it home after every mission. And look where that got them. Broken and battered and barely breathing. 
“Let me go. I can’t keep holding on like this, Buck.” Sam was pleading for the end. The end of time was ticking down at an alarming pace. “Please, take the knife out.”
“You’ll die.” Bucky wasn’t exactly sure when he started crying, when the tears fell from his eyes, seemingly never ending. 
“Please.” Sam’s voice was barely a whisper, and his eyes grew grey, and his joy, his warmth, his life drained from his face like champagne on New Years day. 
“Okay.” It was the least Bucky could do. And the last thing he wanted to do. The knife slid slowly, causing an ear-splitting scream to shake from Sam’s lips. The seconds felt as if they were passing by in hours. The consequences of this knife clattering to the pavement, bloody with Sam’s blood, will be never ending. Bucky knew what this job meant, knew it wasn’t really a job at all, more of a sacrifice that waits in the shadows to strike. It's chosen the worst moment to drag its bloody knife along the lives of the Wilsons. 
“I’m sorry it had to end how it did, Sammy.” Bucky choked out, tears streaming down his face. 
“D-don’t.” Sam stuttered out. “I g-got to s-spend Christmas w-with y-you.” Sam smiled up at him, even though it took all the strength Sam had not to let go. 
“Merry Christmas, Sam. I’m sorry-” Bucky was gonna apologize for not being there when Sam needed him most. For not allowing him to go home for Christmas to his family. For not trying to save him when he could’ve. For taking this mission. For promising that they’ll be home for Christmas, when in reality, Sam would never see his nephews open presents on Christmas morning. Never get to see who they grow into. Sam would never get to scold Sarah for doing too much at once. Never get to drag Bucky out of bed to go to an interview neither of them really wanted to go to. Apologizing for Sam’s life being cut too short, and the people around him losing their lifeline. But Sam interrupted with,
“Shhh. D-don’t. M-merry Christmas. Love you.” And Sam’s eyes grew cold, his breath grew short, a small exhale, and Sam was gone. And with him, so was Bucky. 
“Sam.” Bucky breathed out, pleading for him to come back, even though he knew Sam was gone. 
A wick on a candle dwindles by the fire you light. Bucky hoped he was some small part of that fire. The fire that lit when Sam needed it most. Bucky’s touch, Sarahs smile, AJ and Cass’ laughter, Steves voice, Natashas eyes. Every little thing that broke him and stitched him back together again and again and again, until the flame burns out. Until the harsh reality that Sam, the flame, the fire of so many lives, is gone. The warmth of home and comfort of his brown eyes sink like ships in high tides. And the only thing Bucky could do now is mourn the loss that he has to hold in his heart. Pain that would weave itself into Bucky like vines on trees. Strong and relentless. 
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When Bucky goes back to Louisiana to deliver the news, he can’t bare to stay much longer. He packs his bags as Sarah tries to put the pieces of her life back together that have now cracked like glass. As AJ and Cass stand helpless, holding another loss on their young shoulders. 
Maybe Bucky comes back. Comes back on a hot summer day, and Sarah hugs him, and the boys come up, a few inches taller than Bucky last saw. And they’ll laugh and smile, and Bucky will probably cry because thats who he is as a person. But the warm sun that hangs in the blue sky can’t fill the void of Sam’s smile. Bucky can feel it, feel his absence in the community. And it hurts. Hurts to know Bucky isn’t the only one who feels like this. As if his life has been soaked in bleach, dull. Empty. Lost. The feeling of grief is as easily contagious as Bucky predicted.
The death of Sam Wilson hangs heavy over the world. But Bucky must mourn in silence. Loving Sam was one of the greatest adventures Bucky ever chosen to take. But losing him was the worse consequence. No matter how much love, the loss is what you remember.
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WOHOOO GRACE IM SO PROUD OF YOU GURL!!!! like you deserve it!! your blog and yourself brings me so much happiness and u deserve all the success and love in the world! i’m also requesting a few more prompts to keeps this baddie party going hehehe 😁💅🏼.
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😈- here’s is my outfit
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🔥 - can you write a scenario where peter parker teaches y/n to swing around the buildings and city like he does. i’m gonna do a miraculous lady bug reference. (if you don’t know the characters are lady bug and cat noir and they are both super heroes. i kinda saw a pattern bc bug superhero with cat partner and i love cat noir so why not do the same.) peter parker is going to wear these lady bug wings cuz why not and y/n could wear a suit like that with a bell collar. y/n is really excited and confident and flirts with peter. when she shows up she catches peter staring at her new suit and says “you like my suit too pete~” and y/n giggles and spider was flustered the whole time but taught her. y/n got a little to excited and was about to swing but peter blurted out something random lol. y/n came near him and bopped his nose and said “tag your it 😁” peter was confused bc she’s just a beginner but y/n striker back by saying “awww is the itsy bitsy spider too scared~” and they have so much fun. the end AND Imagine if y/n accidentally trips and peter catches y/n and holds onto her (bridal style) and everyone’s watching and y/n says “we look really cute like this” and peter kisses her” peter is going to wear these ladybug wings with his super suit. here’s peters baddie ladybug wings 😫😝 and y/n suit (i tried so hard to find something for y/n loll)
💔also here’s a short description for the ship request.
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🔞- why do i feel like peter parker is secretly a dom and thor is secretly a sub 🤠🤲🏻
that’s it!!! and congrats!!!
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😈 ~ Your outfit??? Superior, it looks like it would be in Clueless!
Marvel: I think that Sam Wilson would accompany you to the Bad Girl Bash. He loves your color scheme! I also feel like Sam loves the 90's why? Idk but I just feel like he does and this heavily reminds him of the 90's!
Harry Potter: Ronald Weasley!! He LOVES the colors, and just how sleek and beautiful you look. His favorite part is the cheetah print hat and bag!! And the choker...
🔥 ~ I will be tagging you in this :)!
💔 ~ heheh you sound amazing!
Marvel: Tony Stark he loves everything about you but one of his favorite things is your attitude. Your boldness, and your dramatic personality, he loves when you are courageous, and your wit :)
Harry Potter: Cedric Diggory though... He is in absolute aw of how much you can change your style and still look amazing. He also loves your hair, it is just so entrancing. You and him are often running around and playing with you ~ your clothing choices helping you in your activities!!
nsfw under the cut ;)
🔞~ Okay so, yes. I feel like Peter although is very reserved and shy. He is still a teenage boy, and all of everything is heightened for him He looooves having control over something. Because obvious, his anxiety rules him, and the villain's of the world kind of take things away from him. - So I think at first when y'all started progressing in your relationship he was worried. Because he wanted to be "in charge" but he didn't know if it was alright with you, and he never wanted to hurt you. But when you talked it out he was like so freakin elated! He still has his time where he wants to be dominated (weirdest thing to say :/ ...) But he just loves being in charge.
Opposite thing for Mr. Odinson. He is in charge all the time, he takes the front of everything. So he loves when you come along and just like basically have him on his knees. He also finds someone in charge so vey hot. Like not even when you are in the bedroom. When you are helping direct something in Asgard, he's just stunned by you taking the lead.
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To The Past Part 1
For this story take places after endgame, wandavision, loki, and the falcon and the winter soldier except because i love the characters tony was able to receive medical attention after he snapped surviving it rogers did return the stones except the soul stone is a soul for a soul so when he returned he had Natasha with him spiderman far from home still happened sort of.
Everyone has obviously made up from civil war Bucky has given Tony his space he needs though he is trying to seek his forgiveness Tony still finds it hard but has come around on the fact he can't blame Bucky for what happened When an old enemy reappears Hydra. Realizing that they if they could change the past they could finally stop them once and for all so the head back to the 1940’s directly after shield was created and after captain crashed the plane to save the world steve also never shaved because he looks much better with the beard bucky did cut his hair steve enjoys his on the run gear more so he still wears his darker colored uniform sam never became the captain and redwing survived
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As the team geared up in there uniforms the head back in time the blue prints laid out for camp Lehigh after shield took it over deciding where to enter the building via the time loop they decided they need all the help they could get in this time so they decided that peggy and howard would be first on the list they found a room the was on a lower more secure level near Howards office that would be easiest to get into for the mission. Those going on the mission were Steve, Bucky, Sam, Tony, Thor, Rocket, Groot, Natasha, Clint, Bruce, Wanada, Rhodey, and Shuri. As they geared up the team didn't speak much; they all had a common enemy and a lot of pent up feelings in the past, mostly tony steve and bucky. They all made their way to the center area for time travel hank pym and his family standing work on the computers around Scott and Hope would both be joining them in the past. Hank was proud of Tony he didn't care for Howard but Tony seemed like a good kid alot like Howard but so different at the same time. After hugs where given the all went throw the machine to the 1940’s landing in the abandoned room the choose it had worked they quietly made their way to the door peeking out they didn't see anyone the clock read 11pm but there he Was in his office Howard Stark working with a open bottle of whiskey, Tony and Steve shared a look the tension rising as the watched him work for a few minutes until there was some yelling down the hall and Peggy made her way down the hall with two men, one Tony remembered very well as Edwin Jarvis but the other he had assumed to be Daniel Sousa he had never met him but the limp and the stories he heard he assumed they all sat quietly as the made there way to Howard's office peggy ranting more like yelling at them “I don’t care if he thinks his work is to busy for this he needs to be told something has to be done besides creating a new project or finding steve's body!” as she made her way into Howards office the duct a bit not being seen she had a tear running down her cheek “HOWARD STARK” he looked up fear in his eyes as she rarely said his name like that she crossed her arms as Steve and Tony shared a knowing look about her tone everyone else had to hid there laughs though Daniel seemed to notice a strange noise they duct to stop him from seeing them and he brushed it off a bit peggy continued at howard though “Where were you today?” he Answered in a stutter “i.. I Was here working, why?” She rolled her eyes and said “ And where were you supposed to be today?” Howard took a moment and realized the date being the third year that Steve had died. He made a promise to Peggy to spend the day with her “ah… Peg im so sorry i forgot im such an idiot i should have been there.” she sniffles crying “But you weren't there three years Howard Three years since he died and you couldn't even be there for anyone you hide here working on what?” Howard lowered his head, a tear rolling down his face “I was working on a time machine to go back and stop him from crashing the plane Peg.” Rhodey let a laugh slip thinking about how much Tony was Like His dad only to realize Daniel heard it. Tony and Steve shared a grin realizing he messed up and they could hold it over him. Daniel had pulled his gun sushing everyone but Howard didn't get the hint and asked “Daniel what are you doing?” Daniel responded in a whisper “there is someone in that room right there.” as he pointed. “No there is not. I would have known I'd been here all day.” Howard responded.The avengers realizing Daniel would not let it go decided to pretend they didn't know what was happening when the door opened they were all staring in random directions while some where even whistling. Peggy Jarvis Daniel And Howard opened the door with full surprise as 15 people stood there acting like they didn't see them but Daniel raised his gun Saying “you guys are trespassing on private property hands up!” but the first to respond was Steve taking the time to joke he had recently become quite the jokester spending too much time around Tony, he looked down from
looking at the ceiling and walked to the front of the group “Hey guys so uhm, come here often?” Peggy pulled her gun on Steve “whoever you are, this is a real sick joke showing up as Captain Rodgers on his 3 year mark of his death.” It was Tony who stepped in this time “ alright let's put the guns down and let us explain who and why we are here and captain nice joke I see I'm rubbing off on you.” They all stared in shock for a minute until they decided they were out numbers and dropped their weapons “Start Explaining” Peggy said with her hands on her hips. Thor piped in with “I see why you loved her, Rogers the sas fits you perfectly.” making steve Blush and look at the ground Tony made a vomit action and started to speak “We are the Avengers we are from the future and we came back to deal with Hydra once and for all because they grow to large in the future and almost destroy the world multiple times and end up tainting Shield forcing us to remove Shield.” With that they started not believing it so Toni pulled out his holographic phone and played videos from some of their encounters and they realized they were telling the truth. Peggy looks at Steve once more “are you… are you really here?” staring in shock “yeah sorry i missed our dance, but you found yourself a better partner then me.” As he sends a knowing look at Sousa, making them both blush and Sousa become intimidated, Steve continues “Don’t worry I'm happy for you guys.”
At that Peggy ran to Steve hugging him as an old friend was crying. “We have to get to work, we need to attack Hydra now we know where they are located already, we just need the manpower.” Tony said Breaking the silence and with that Howard spoke “Can we atleast get your names? If we are working together.” Tony nods and introduces everyone pointing as he speaks about people “I am Tony Stark also known as Iron Man your son, Captain Rogers known as Captain America, Thor King of Asgard a different plant God of Thunder, Shuri princess of Wakanda more intelligent than me and you combined, Bruce Banner known as The Hulk or Professor hulk now, Rhody known as war machine also my best friend, Hope Van Dyne known as the Wasp Hank Pym's daughter, Scott long known as Ant-man dating hope pym doesn't like that, Sam Wilson The Falcon Caps Best Friend #2, Rockett he a raccoon that was a test subject in a different galaxy, Groot hes a tree, Wanda also know as scarlett Witch dont fuck with her she hates hydra more then anyone, Natasha Romanoff Known as the Black Widow russian spy likes betting up the super soldiers.” With that there was a pause to take everything in and for Tony to catch a breath as Clint from the venting shaft jumps down and says “I'm Clint Barton American Spy also known as Hawkeye though you will need to speak up sometimes I have a hard time hearing.” as there was another pause as Howard asked “you said sam is the captain's 2nd best friend? I assume I'm the First right?” chuckling a bit Tony responds “no Bucky Barnes is his 1 bestfriend.” Howard pales a bit “ Bucky died though.” at that bucky landed behind but in between Tony and Steve making the 4 people jump not expecting it as he stood a blank stare he always wore on his faces not smiling showed. Tony spoke “And Bucky Barnes also known as caps bestfriend, the now ex winter soldier know known as the white wolf of Wakanda dont fuck with him he could kill all of us in this room currently.” with that bucky smirking at Tony and Howard just looking at him paler than before anyone could respond Howard asked “The winter soldier is you? How did you survive?” bucky froze and then responded “when the 107 was taken i was tested on it helped me survive the fall Hydra found me removed my arm and gave me the super soldier serum.” there was a pause as Shuri walked up to comfort Bucky “after i had healed the scrambled my brain making me forget everything i was and trained to be a cold killer i have the memories but i wasn't in control i remember all the faces of those i killed the innocents and and the murderers i regret it but i had no control over it.” a single tear rolled down his and Tony's check as Tony hugged him finally gave his full forgiveness.
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Needy
[ This is my submission for @sourpatchkidsandacokecan​ ‘s Little Darlin’ Mystery AU challenge. It is a three part soulmate au, inspired by the song Needy by Ariana Grande.]
What happens when you meet the one you had been looking for your entire life, only to find you’re not what they were hoping for?
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Summary: You try to move on. You really do. But life just won’t let you.
Pairings: Bucky x Reader, Thor x Reader, Sam x Reader[Purely platonic]
Prompt: soulmate au. song prompt
Warnings: mentions of smut (nothing really major, unless you use a microscope), tiny mentions of abuse(microscopic), panic attack mentions, fluff maybe? for like a second?, angst(i think im getting good at that but probably not), Bucky is an idiot, everyone is an idiot here folks. Proceed with caution.
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Prologue 
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Part One: [I admit I’m a little messed up]
“—dizzy yet?” You looked up at Sam, his soft eyes assessing you. “Nauseous?”
You shook your head, lowering your eyes back to the drip attached to your left arm. He was the only one in the room with you. He was always the only in the room with you, willing to wait until you were well enough to leave. Willing to keep you company.
A part of you was thankful, the thought of being alone in the Bruce’s Lab was daunting. Not even the scientist himself was willing to be there throughout the entire process, unless it was absolutely necessary. Or maybe the thought of being alone with you was what kept him from staying every time.
You frowned at the thought, the likeliness of it was unsettling. You didn’t even see Steve as much, anymore.
“You know what would be funny—” Sam grinned, still leaning against the door as he had been for the past hour. “—if he died halfway through the transfusion.”
That would be funny. And you would have genuinely laughed, loud and unapologetic, if swallowing your own spit didn’t still seem like a challenge whenever your soulmate was around, if breathing didn’t seem so impossible. If you heart didn’t have that overwhelming ache that won’t seem to go away anymore.
You would have laughed, honestly, but nothing seemed funnier that your predicament anymore.
“Don’t give him any ideas,” you offer him a genuine smile, “he’d do that just to have the upper hand.”
Just to spite me, you thought bitterly.
Sam chuckled, shoving hands into his jean pockets as he wandered further into the room. He hated the situation just as much as you did, you knew that because he voiced it every time he had to pick you up. But he couldn’t do anything except offer his presence, keep you company until Bruce was done getting whatever he needed from you.
This time, just like the past last two times, he needed your blood.
As it turns out, your soulmate decided to be hero, as if he wasn’t already one, and used his body as a shield to protect his wife from sniper shot. He could have moved her out of the way, if he’s fast enough to get in the way then he’s fast enough to get her out of the way. But he’s an asshole.
He’s an asshole that could have just let her get shot at – she was wearing a bulletproof vest anywhere – but he didn’t, because he probably gets paid to make your life a living hell.
The previous time you had a tube attached to you, he had pushed Tony out of the way and ended up with a poisoned dart attached to his neck. Tony was in his iron man suit, so the dart would have just bounced off. But your mate is an asshole that got himself poisoned, so you had to be pulled out of your best friend’s wedding for a blood transfusion that ended up poisoning you.
Bruce claimed that the poison shouldn’t have been able to enter your bloodstream, that the antibodies in your system were strong enough to fight and render it harmless, that the injection he had given prior was supposed to make it impossible for the toxin to survive. You and Sam called bullshit, hydra base poison was hydra base poison and nothing to keep it from not being toxic, but that didn’t prevent you from being hospitalised for two weeks.
Because your soulmate is an asshole.
“They haven’t come back for more blood—” you frowned as you tried to look passed the lab doors, finding no movement outside of the glass. “—do you think he’s awake?”
Sam frowned at that, turning to face you fully.
You couldn’t feel him anymore, you haven’t been able to since the vows, and you hated yourself for finding some sort of comfort in that. In the fact that he, too, couldn’t feel you anymore.
Sam knew that. One look at the bruising around your neck and he knew that the ties that bind had been damaged for good. Which is why he hated this, more than he could ever put into words. He hated that they all ignored the signs, that they put you in danger, and still made you save his life every time.
“I hope so,” he said, his brown eyes gentle as they continued to watch you. “Because, honestly, you’re starting to look anaemic.”
At that, you grinned at him. “I was wondering why the room was starting to move.”
“Y/N—”
“It’s a joke, Wilson.” You chuckled, shaking your head as you finally removed the drip from your arm, having done so enough times to know what you need to do. “I think that’s enough blood for now, anyway.”
It wasn’t a joke. The room had been moving since you stepped into the Tower, but they needed blood and the thought of declining didn’t sit well with you. It continued to move as you made your way to the lab, your feet taking you there on instinct, as if going to the lab was as routine as going to bed. Even now, as your heart rate had finally calm down and Sam’s presence had eased your anxious stomach, it still moved at the thought of the idiot you’d let get under skin.
Assholes and idiots were truly your Achilles’ heel.
 He was awake.
You found out an hour later, after Bruce had cleared you and Sam had successfully convinced you to stay the night. You were too dizzy to be trusted on your own, and you couldn’t find it in yourself to force Sam to take you back home. So, you gave in.
He was still recovering, too weak to leave his bed. A part of you silently hoped he remained that way for the rest of the night, while a part of Sam vocally hoped he didn’t make it through the night.
Everyone else laughed and took that as a joke.
You laughed because you knew it wasn’t.
Sam stayed in the living room with everyone else, while you chose to go to your designated room for the night. You had accepted a little while back that this - whatever friendship you were trying to form with the group - would never work. It would never - could never, be genuine.
You wanted a soulmate, your soulmate, and they wanted a peaceful living environment. Resentment made for a terrible working environment and your presence brought about a truck load of it. So, naturally, they couldn't side with you even if they wanted to.
You hadn't noticed at first, the shift in the room whenever you were around. You just assumed it was the result of your nerves, or their unfamiliarity with you. So, you tried to ease the tension, to make it bearable for everyone involved. They had dealt with people trying to dismantle them, turn them against each other, and you just needed them to understand that that wasn't who you were.
Then, as the trips to the lab became more frequent, and Sam remained the only constant, you realised what the problem really was - you.
It didn't matter how good of a person you thought you were. Or needed them to know you were. Bucky would marry Wanda, and they would do nothing to help you stop that.
Bruce entertained your small talk because he was just nice, not because he was your friend.
Steve remained by your side only when necessary, only after your fights with Bucky, as if to ensure that you wouldn't lash out. As if you were that kind of person.
Natasha and Clint, in the brief moments that you had shared with them, were polite but always quick to leave the room. According to Sam, your entire situation was scary to them.
Tony only ever greeted in, only ever in passing. You were almost certain that you had talked more with Jarvis, than you had with him.
Sam was the only one that actually bothered with you, which was a problem for the team. Bucky didn't trust him to have his back anymore - not when he would side with you at any chance he got - and that made it impossible to send them both into field together.  You tried to avoid him, he was an Avenger before he was your anything, figuring that you were doing the both of you a favour.
Rather drift apart than lose his friendship in the worst way, you figured.
But he was persistent. And patient. And had terribly good taste in music, and a great humour. And you were lonely and weak, and in desperate need of a friend.
So, you stopped ignoring his call as much as before. Stopped ignoring him every time he showed up at your place. You stopped denying yourself his consistency and started accepting that he wasn't terrible company for someone who hated labs.
You knew where you stood with everyone, at least you no longer had to force things.
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 "You're not even gonna say bye?"
Blue eyes stared back at you, trapping you in his gaze as your hand remained frozen over the car door handle.
He shouldn't be awake. You were quiet. You had woken up an hour earlier than usual to avoid bumping into any one of them, but clearly you weren't quiet enough for the super soldier to not hear you.
Bucky shrugs, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants. "Figured you'd stay for breakfast, at least."
He says that so casually, so naturally, as if this was okay. As if what you two had - could have had, should have had - didn't fall apart at his hands. As if the marks on your neck would disappear within a couple of weeks, as if this was normal.
"I have things to do." Is your quiet response, neutral, as if your heart isn't beating painfully against your chest.
He frowns, taking a step forward, a step that has your eyes widening slightly at his movement.
"It's four a.m.," he states, eyebrows furrowing and face churning with a hint of disappointment. Disappointment with you, always you. "Calm down, doll, I can feel your heartbeat from here."
It's your turn to frown. He shouldn't be able to feel you, not anymore. Not after he chose her.
He seems to think that too, because he shrugs and lets out a sigh. "It's kinda hard to stay on bed rest when your anxiety is stronger than that coffee you drink."
You don't respond. You never do lately, and he understands that, knows that it's his fault. But you had moved to a different place, gotten a new number, changed workplaces, and he had to find all that out the hard way. With changed locks that his key no longer unlocks, sympathetic looks from the receptionist when she tells him that you quit over a month ago, and a different voice in the voicemails everytime he calls your old number. Despite both of your histories, you were still bonded to each other and you could at least talk to him.
You hate that he's doing this, to you, again. That he pushes you away, tells you he loves another woman, but still wants you to dance to the tune he's playing. You hate yourself even more for being too weak for this, too much for him.
His hair was still tousled and messy, his shirt wrinkled, and you hated seeing this part of him. Because this is the part that she gets, the part that should have been yours. The part of him that isn't fights and holes in walls and panic attacks in the middle of a shower.
This is the part that didn't have demons and freightcar and rusted and shattered glass every time you opened your mouth. This is the part that you don't get to have, because he could never give it to you, because Hydra was good, so damn good at making Winter Soldiers that the Soldat could never really leave Bucky.
Not while you're still alive.
"Breakfast?" he asks, after a moment of watching you. "Steve and I could drive you to work afterwards, I'm sure you still have some of your formal clothes here."
You shake your head at him, not able to find the words. Because this isn't how you pictured your relationship with your mate would be.
But this was the card you were dealt.
"Lunch?"
You frown.
"Come on, doll--" he runs his fingers - flesh, because metal is only ever reserved for you - through his hair, "--I'm trying to make up for everything."
"I have to go." You insist and get into your car before he can drag the conversation out, talk you into staying, into giving him parts of yourself he could never give back.
You leave and he lets you, for once. His chest heavy with the weight of your emotions, an ache for something he could never understand.
He couldn't be what you wanted, as much as he wishes he could. But he still wanted you to be happy. He'd give anything for you to be happy - almost anything.
Weren't you tired of being lonely?
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 You should have known who he was.
Who else could still stand after being hit by a car, at the speed you were driving?
But your vision was bleary, your stomach was cramping, and you weren't sure if your periods were early or if you were about to have another episode.
You should have known who he was. Who else could have been his height, had his strength and still asked if you were okay?
You don't usually cry when you first meet someone. But you cried when you met him.
You had rushed out of your car as soon as your actions registered in your head, practically stumbled your way to him, and wheezed as you fell on your knees in front of him.
"Are you alright?' His voice is deep, way too deep, as deep as the pit in your stomach it seemed.
You continued to wheeze, eyes wide with trepidation, struggling to find the strength to repeat his words to him.
You were having a panic attack; you were sure of it. You had left Bucky on an uncomfortable note and spent the entire day driving around in circles, avoiding your apartment. Scared that he had put a tracker, that he was following, that he would be waiting for you inside, vaguely aware that that line of thought wouldn't do you any good. Especially on your day off.
"Dead!" Is the first word that comes out of your mouth as your eyes frantically scan over him. "So dead! Oh, my, god--"
"Uh--"
"Gonna be attached to a tube in a prison cell--" your crawled closer to him, frantically feeling at him in search of any broken bones. "--I can't do prison. I couldn't-- I can't-- I'm not--oh, my, god!"
You couldn't calm down, not even as he assured you that he was fine, that he had survived far worse than a little bump.
Your car was dented where it had hit him, but he still got up without any difficulty. He helped you up as you gaped at him, still in shock and still rambling about things that neither of you understood.
He parked your car for you, took out your grocery bags - you didn't need to buy any of the things in them, but you were stalling so you bought whatever you thought you needed - and carried your things up the staircase with you.
You were still shaking and rambling and terrified. He took your keys and unlocked your door for you, letting you go in first.
You should have been terrified of him, he was a complete stranger and he could overpower you. He could do with you as he pleased.
But he told you a story about his brother pretending to be a snake when they were kids, and how his best friend would be proud to know that she wasn't the only one that could knock him off his feet.
Then he told you about his pet rabbit while extending his hand mid-air, caught an umbrella that flew in through the door and smiled at you.
Blue eyes crinkled at the corners as he watched you watch him, waiting.
You should have known who he was. What other human looked like him?
"Holy shit--" You cry again, harder than before, than earlier, because you hit an Avenger with your car and now, they knew where you lived.
Thor's smile disappeared slowly, then all at once. His eyebrows furrowed as he watched you back away from, his chest tightened when you started rambling about nearly killing him, and he was holding you before he even realised he had crossed the room.
He had been on Earth long enough to know that midgardian women had a habit of crying out of nowhere or for the oddest of reasons. They cried when they were happy, and sad, and angry, and holding them seemed to work every time.
So, he held you as you cried in the middle of your doorway, with the door wide open. He held you as you wheezed so hard, you passed out. Then he set you gently on your couch and waited for you to wake, to make sure you were alright.
 You woke up to a dry throat, swollen eyes, a headache and the god of Thunder hovering over you, staring.
His smiles as you groan, eyes lighting up as you attempt to sit on your couch.
You used to have a couch big enough to fit two, comfortable enough for two to cuddle, because you were preparing for two. You sold that couch when you moved, you sold everything when you moved, and replaced it with furniture for one - and the annoyingly comfortable armchair for Sam, because why not.
You narrow your eyes at Thor, which entices his smile to widen as he leans back and sits upright on your coffee table.
"I made you something to eat." He's grinning proudly, and the cynic in you is almost certain that whatever it is, it's probably poisoned.
He made you cereal. He must have made it a while ago as well because it's swollen and soggy from the milk it absorbed, and it looks like it had been left out in the open the entire time. It probably has been.
You look between him and the bowl, then narrow your eyes at him further.
"Did you eat that?" You ask, your voice sounding croaky and disgusting to your ears.
He shakes his head, frowning at the bowl. "The milk smelled curiously funny. Is it flavoured?"
"It's rotten." You forgot to get milk while you were shopping, you also forgot to throw away the carton that was in the fridge.
"Thought as much." He hums, setting the bowl back on the floor. "Midgard does have peculiar things, so I just assumed this was another one of it."
You blink at him, his eyes startlingly warm, too warm for him to be an Avenger.
"Midgard is what we call Earth," he continues, taking your silence for confusion. "We, as in Asgardians."
You know. You had been to the Tower enough times to know.
He watches you, sky blue scanning over your frame, and you suppress the urge to shudder. You're hugging the thin blanket that had been thrown over you, assumingly by him, feet still stretched out on the couch as you subconsciously attempt to sink further into it.
His eyes fall at the cotton on your arm, an expression that you can't quite read cross his face.
He must have been so used to people welcoming him with open arms, that he didn't think this situation was odd.
"You know--" he scratches at his stubble, eyes still glued to your arm, "--the last time I got hit by a car, I ended up in a hospital and woke up to eat pop tarts."
You blame the headache. You're hearing things and seeing Avengers in your apartment because of the headache. Plus, you were low on blood at the moment, so it must be that as well.
"Are you--" you pause to swallow, suddenly aware of how achingly dry your throat is. He seems to notice and is handing you a bottle of water before you can finish.
You frown, sure that he poisoned it as well, but still drink the water because there are worse ways to go -- and you survived poisoned once, maybe you could again. Best two out of two.
You let out a relieved sigh, the water cool as it trickles down your chin and soothes your throat. You're about to use the back of your hand to wipe at the water, but his hand presses a napkin to you before you can even lift it.
"I'm not sick," you tell him, and he shushes you as he continues dabbing at your chin. "I can do that myself."
"I witnessed you drop your key three times in a row before I intervened, so I seriously doubt it."
 He stayed until he was certain that you would be alright on your own.
He stayed until you were half-asleep on the couch and practically kicked him out.
Then he stayed the night when he had accidently walked in while you were in the middle of another panic attack.
He stayed until you started meeting each other during your lunchbreaks, at a cafe a few blocks from your work.
He stayed, with your hand in his hair and on his cheek, with his lips on yours and his arms around you.
He stayed, with his body on yours, connected in ways only lovers know. With his heat surrounding you, between you, within you. Chest to chest, lips to lips, he stayed.
He stayed, in your home, and then you woke up one morning to find him everywhere all at once. The toothbrush next to yours, shirts mixed up with his, beer next to the juice. He was in the warmth waiting for you on the couch and in your bed everyday - you, no longer shocked but expecting to find it every time.
He stayed, filling in the gaps, fixing the showerhead and the creak of your door and that window that wouldn't budge.
He stayed until you couldn't remember why you had cereal for dinner, while you waited for the food you ordered.
He stayed until he answered the door, and Bucky stood on the other side of it.
He stayed, until he didn't.
You should have known who he was. Who else could build you up and break you back down like an Avenger?
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A/N: I stared at the word prologue so long, i dont think im spelling it right
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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Word count: 4.6k
Warnings: Cursing
Summary: Saturdays are not for housing superheroes, and you don’t care if one of them is your army buddy and the other a cyborg who, okay, is kinda cute when he’s not clutching his twitching arm like it’s his goddamn teddybear. So of course, your tiny house becomes a tiny superhero central.
Author clues: An occasional angst queen with a sweet tooth who lives in a very fine country.
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Generally, when the phone rings in the middle of the night, it’s never good news. It’s death and mayhem and all manners of misdeeds just waiting to ruin your night, your morning and possibly the entire week that follows. Your solution had been to move around a lot. If you never stay long enough in one place, then death and mayhem and all those misdeeds never get a chance to catch up with you. Unless-
“Someone better be dying,” you grunt when you answer, not bothering with greetings or pleasantries. Anyone calling at, fuck, 3.22 am can frankly go fornicate themselves.
“I need your coordinates.”
“No.”
“Come on, I promise, it’s just for the night.”
“Last time you said that, Wilson, you stayed for a week and Captain America bled all over my couch.”
At the other end of a very unstable line - is he fucking flying and calling? - Sam winces, because yeah, last time was a fucking rollercoaster of bad, and you ended up moving as soon as they were out the door and refusing to answer Sam’s texts for two weeks just to be sure you could get some actual peace and quiet.
“No one is bleeding. Much.”
“Sam…”
“I swear on my sainted nana’s grave no one will be bleeding when we get there.”
We? Jesus, did someone shoot Captain America again? You groan and roll over, pressing your face into the pillow.
“It’s just one night, I swear, we just need someplace to lay low before we can move on and haul ass back to base.”
You hate Sam Wilson. You do, you’ll put it in writing, you’ll write a goddamn op ed for the fucking New York Times listing all the reasons he is a terrible, terrible friend. All you wanted was a nice, quiet life, a little time to figure shit out after an honorable discharge from the Army, and then that idiot had to go and become a goddamn superhero with his goddamn wings and the goddamn Avengers as his goddamn squad. He owes you. He owes you so much and he’ll owe you even more- Aw, fuck.
“I’ll give you twelve hours before I kick you out on your asses.”
“You are the best, I’ve always said that, you know. The best. The goat-”
“Please, never call me that again.”
“Sourpuss.”
“I’ll bill you for anything you destroy,” you mutter, ending the call before Sam can say anything.
Rolling over on your back again, you breathe in deeply through your nose, staring at the light ceiling panelling. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. You text Sam your coordinates, telling him where to find the spare key because you draw the line at getting up to act as a welcome committee at this unholy hour.
>>Thanks, I owe you one. S
>>U owe me several. Don’t expect mints on the pillows and dont. fuckin. wake me. >:(
>>You’re adorable when you’re cranky. We’ll be there in about an hour.
>>Fuk u
Sam Wilson is a terrible, terrible friend, but at least he doesn’t actually wake you. He’s even up and looking far too chirpy when you crawl down from your sleep loft four hours later. Seriously, fuck Sam Wilson. Fuck Sam Wilson, and-
“I like your digs.” He hands you a cup of coffee and thankfully does not attempt a hug.
“Yeah, well, makes running away from unbidden houseguests easy,” you grunt back, taking a sip of the glorious coffee.
Sam snorts, pouring himself a cup of coffee. “As if you could fit actual houseguests in here. You’re lucky I spent half my childhood playing Tetris, or we would’ve had a problem getting in here.”
You glance over his shoulder, at the blanket-covered lump on your couch. Granted, the damn thing is from IKEA and required at least five curse words for every step in the assembly instructions, but the covering is a nice, pale shade of beige. “So who’s bleeding all over my place this time?”
“No one’s bleeding, I patched ‘im up just to preemptively get you off my ass.”
“So he was bleeding. That why you needed to crash?”
The way Sam hesitates makes it clear that blood loss is not the culprit here. You glare at him, and Sam Awful Terrible Friend Wilson rolls his eyes at you and walks past you and up to the couch, pulling down the covers.
“That’s…” You stare. There’s no better way to put it. “Sam, he’s- Why is his arm detached? Why is it wriggling?”
“We had a minor snafu. Barnes got dosed with something and it made his arm go a little haywire. It’s wired into his nervous system, so we had to do an emergency detachment until the thing is out of his system so he won’t helicopter himself into the sky or, you know, hurt anyone.”
“So why is it still twitching like a zombie limb? Please, don’t tell me he’s turning into a zombie. I can’t deal with a zombie apocalypse. I use Zombies! Run, but that’s the closest I ever want to come to the undead because even with that I fucking jump out of my skin when I start hearing heavy breathing in my ears and-”
“He’s not turning into a zombie, jeez!” Sam tosses the covers back in place, covering up Barnes and the twitchy arm. “It’s still receiving faint signals, so it’s acting like a nervous grandma. It’s completely harmless. Ha! I gotta remember that one when he wakes up.”
Jesus H. Christ. Where is a brick wall when you need one? “Sam!”
“Stark’s coming to pick us up in two hours, we’ll be out of your hair. We’ll even take the arm with us.”
You give an indignant sniff, heading back to the little ladder that leads up to your loft. “Fuck you, Wilson, I’m going back to bed and won’t come down until you and Terminator over there are out of my house.”
“Aw, come on! We’re delightful! Look, Barnes is even more delightful because he is asleep so you won’t even have to deal with him being Mr. Personality!”
You could tell him that from your perspective, Barnes is the preferable option in this situation because he is asleep and thus not bothering you. Instead, you opt for a succinct reply in the form of your middle finger and start to ascend the ladder, coffee mug tightly gripped in one hand. Saturdays are holy, okay? Saturdays are for waking up late, having coffee and then crawling back to your bed where the covers are still warm and just wait for the sun to rise high enough in the sky that you’re tempted to go outside. Saturdays are not for housing superheroes, and you don’t care if one of them is your army buddy and the other a cyborg who, okay, is kinda cute when he’s not clutching his twitching arm like it’s his goddamn teddybear.
To be fair, Sam cuts out his little comedian act, and shuts up. There’s the odd shuffling from below, but nothing more, and you manage to doze off, wrapped like a burrito in your covers. It’s almost enough to make you forget that you have houseguests.
Until Sam pinches your toe.
“Hey, sleepyhead,” he whispers, shaking your foot and you’re surprised you don’t kick him in the face.
“Piss off.”
“Delightful. We’re rolling out in five. I told Stark to bring you some decent breakfast as thanks.”
Well. Breakfast is an acceptable offering. There better be waffles, or you might need to kick Stark. With a grunt, you start extricating yourself from your covers, rooting around until you find a cardigan to wrap yourself in. Sam’s by the couch when you get down, ripping the covers from Sleeping Barnes and shaking his shoulder.
“Hey, Princess Elsa, our ride’s almost here.”
Barnes, who seems to appreciate sleeping as much as you do, tries to turn over and away from the rude awakening, but apparently manages to tickle himself on the detached arm, because the man gives a very high-pitched yelp before he very ungracefully tumbles off the couch and lands on his ass.
“Morning, Barnes.”
“Fuck you, Wilson,” Barnes grumbles with a glare that is… impressive.
“There’s coffee if you can inhale it in the next five minutes,” Sam tells him, shrugging of his umpteenth cuss-out in the last six hours.
“Bring… coffee…”
You’re not a rude host. Unwilling, but not rude. Coffee is a glorious drink, and you would never deny anyone the elixir of Life and General Functionality. You pour a cup for the man, bringing it to him, and Barnes stares at you, then at Sam, then takes a second to look around, mouth slowly falling open.
“Wilson, I think I’m-”
“What? You still not sobered up from the funky gas?”
“Either that, or I fell through the looking glass. Am I gonna grow and have my legs sprout through the window? Because that is not good,” Barnes says, gulping down his coffee and then peering up at you. “I’m not sure if you’re real, but either way, I have very impressive thighs. Hi, I’m Bucky”
He fires off a smile that is probably meant to look charming, but only succeeds in looking loopy. Sam, finally getting a fraction of the embarrassed he should be for dragging himself and this crazy ass man into your home, groans and facepalms. It is hilarious.
“Sam, I hate to say this, but I like this guy.”
“Sam, the hallucination is talking to you.”
“I’m not a hallucination,” you tell him, leaning down to pinch his left shoulder. “It’s a tiny house, made even tinier because yikes, you are built.”
Barnes, Bucky, yelps and his coffee sloshes dangerously against the edges of his mug.
“Well, that just seems very unfair to me. And Steve. Oh, jeez, and Bruce. Do you have anything against swole?”
“First of all, don’t knock it until you’ve tried it, and second of all, if you’re Bucky Barnes then I’d very much like to know who the fuck taught you the word ‘swole’.”
Bucky Barnes, the most handsome centenarian in the entire world, is a delight, all smiles and jokes, and Sam is terrible for dragging him away. A godawful wind kicks up outside, heralding the arrival of Tony Stark, and you decide this is way too many superheroes. One is acceptable. Two is pushing it. Bucky, having realized he has in fact not shrunk, takes his time looking around while they head out and ends up clipping his head and oh, how people would blush if they heard the downright filth that Sergeant James B. Barnes lets out as he stumbles down the stairs.
Stark makes a joke about custody exchanges, and you tune out more than half because he brought breakfast, and oh sweet Mary above, there are waffles. Sam and Bucky say their goodbyes, and you wave them off, too engrossed in the gorgeousness of waffles drenched in maple syrup and topped with fresh berries. For this, you could almost be okay with a superhero or two crashing for a night.
Not that you’ll ever be.
You have limits.
So of course, your tiny house becomes a tiny superhero central. First it’s Sam, again. Then it’s Stark. He almost gets his ass kicked out when he goes on and on about how you can live with the bare minimum of technology. You definitely kick him out when he wants to chip your house so people won’t have to call you at the asscrack of dawn to let you know, not ask, they are incoming. He does get back in your good graces by giving you a double serving of waffles.
Then, in quick succession, it’s Steve, Sam and Rhodey, Bucky, Barton and Bucky again. Most of them are okay house guests. Barton wins points by appearing genuinely interested in how you’ve set up your living space, quizzing you about layouts and building and the pros and cons of having your entire life confined to 240 square feet. He also loses those points when you wake up to find him sitting on the edge of the sleep loft, overlooking the house. Sam and Rhodey together is not as big of a disaster as one might think, mainly because Rhodey occasionally pulls rank on Sam and honestly? Thank god. Steve, bless him, tries to bend over backwards to not put you out, and his calls all include at least 75 permutations of an apology for calling.
Bucky.
He keeps his arm in place for the next couple of times. On the rare occasions when he’ll call in the middle of the day, he’ll always knock and wait until you open, he’ll insist on “earning his keep”, which is how you come to be the recipient of flowers, breakfast, and a very rare bathroom concerto that Bucky doesn’t know you overheard. The man has a very good singing voice, and it makes your heart skip a beat when he croons “It’s Been a Long, Long Time”. He’s the easiest to get along with, even one early morning when you wake up to his shuffling and cussing because your coffee maker refuses to cooperate. He doesn’t mind the quiet, doesn’t fret around like Stark (who insists that the laptop loaded with every streaming service imaginable and the usernames and passwords for each laid out on a sticky note that he left there is absolutely not a pity gift but a sound investment for both of your continued sanity).
“D’you like this?” Bucky asks one evening, his voice floating up from the living room area.
“I mean, it could be worse. I could be housing Stark for the night,” you quip, rolling over and making something that might be construed as a tumble to get to the edge of the bed.
“I feel like that might have been an insult wrapped in another insult. But that’s not what I meant.”
You can only see Bucky’s feet in the soft light of a lamp, peeking out from the covers. He always sleeps with his feet facing the door, always on his back. The only time he hasn’t was the first time when Sam brought him, and something in you feels bad that Bucky can’t relax even in his sleep.
“No?”
“I meant… this. Living in a small box. Moving around all the time. It’s… Doesn’t it ever get hard? After I got- When I got back, Steve almost had to fight me to move into the Tower. I wanted to go home, you know. To Brooklyn. I don’t know, it was a stupid thought, but I kept thinking if I go back, it’s all still there. The apartment we lived in, the same streets and the same shops and… my family. It felt weird to make another home, but now I don’t know if I could move again.”
His voice is soft, a far cry from the persona he’s portrayed as in the media. The Winter Soldier is hard edges and cold steel, but Bucky Barnes… Bucky Barnes is soft, a whisper in the darkness and a longing for something that’s no longer there.
“It wasn’t that hard for me, because I needed this. I was out there, in all of that big space with nothing but orders and trusting that someone else knew what we were supposed to do. I’d had a place back in Atlanta before, and I’d packed up all my stuff and rented the place to some college kids. They’d already moved out when I got back, and I thought I was gonna go nuts the first night back. That place had felt like a shoebox before I shipped out and now it was so… big. Had a friend who made these kinds of houses, so he helped me build one pretty much from scratch and my first night here I slept like a baby.”
“It’s not that I don’t like it.” God, he sounds almost a bit panicked, like he’s insulted you.
“No, I don’t mind. It’s not for everyone. I just feel I have myself better together on less than 300 square feet. I mean, I don’t go from house to house. This is still a home. It’s just a home I can move around with when I need to see new places.”
There’s a little huff. “Like the middle of nowhere, New Mexico?”
You glance back to the small window next to your bed, at the clouds tinted in burnt orange and vivid pink, the sun setting slowly into the vast horizon. “Yeah. I’ve never been here. I wanted to see it, and now I have.”
“You know, that sounds like I’m gonna wake up in the desert tomorrow morning because a bird is trying to steal my covers.”
“Don’t flatter yourself, Barnes,” you tease, crawling back to roll yourself into your own covers again. “I wouldn’t leave you with that blanket. It’s my favourite.”
“Yeah.” His voice is almost a whisper, but you can still make out his next words: “Mine, too.”
When he leaves the next morning, something feels different. He’s tentative at breakfast, burns a few pancakes and once again clips his head on the doorway heading out when Nat touches down the quinjet to pick him up. Breakfast changes hands, Nat fills you in on some gossip. Bucky’s shoulders are slumped when he trudges up and into the cargo hold.
“Wait!”
You run inside, depositing the bag of breakfast on your counter, grabbing the blanket from the couch and folding it into a mess that would pass exactly zero inspections before heading back out. Nat’s joined Bucky on the quinjet landing, and she quirks and eyebrow when you all but thrust the bunched up fabric into Bucky’s arms.
“A bit of home,” you blurt out, immediately feeling heat creep up your cheeks. “Can’t hurt to have more of that.”
Bucky chuckles, “No… I guess it can’t.”
You move three days later. The New Mexico desert makes you restless, makes you itch for something else. For a couple of weeks, you drift further and further north, looking for a place that doesn’t put you on edge. You plough through the Midwest, but there’s always something. You text Sam just to become annoyed and feel something else. He calls a couple of times, facetimes you on your birthday so the whole gang can wish you happy birthday. you smile, taking a screenshot to save the memory for a rainy day. They’re all there, sitting around an obscenely big dinner table, glasses raised, mouths open mid-sentence. Stark looks magnanimous as always, sunglasses perched on top of his head, Steve’s got an expression that’s somewhere between his Captain America-smile and a genuine Steve Rogers-grin. Bucky… Bucky is not there. Or at least you can’t see him. Maybe he’s at the very end of the table, obscured by the others. Not that you care. You don’t. You absolutely don’t. You definitely don’t look for him in the picture every time you bring it up.
You move again. It’s too calm. You’ve had no superheroes visiting in two months, no late night calls inquiring about coordinates. Stark’s laptop is shoved into a drawer where you can’t see it, there’s a new blanket draped over your couch pretending it’s always been there.
>>Coordinates?
The text from the unknown number comes in late one evening when you’re gearing up to let bygones be bygones and forget the Midwest ever existed. You could cry with how happy it makes you, even though a text means one or more of them is in trouble and maybe you should be a little worried, too. The Avengers are good people, but they’re not unlike cats, dragging others with them. Like murder bots and weird aliens. You dutifully send your coordinates, biting your lip before adding:
>>Don’t wake me, and don’t make me wake up to bad guys on my porch
>>They scare the neighbours
>>I have a reputation to think of
Your only neighbours are trees, but still. No one likes bad guys.
Setting your phone down, you tuck yourself into bed. Whoever’s coming knows where to find the key to get in. Stark, again, wanted to set you up with some biometric doohickey that would make it impossible for anyone not in the system to get in, since “keys are so unreliable, look at Parker, he could probably pick it after five minutes on youtube”. He stopped talking when you pointed out your house is a glorified box on wheels, and that there are far easier ways to get in than to pick the lock or even rush the door. You’d had to tell him he was not allowed to turn your house into a tank.
When the sun rises, waking you up with a well-placed ray right in your eyes, you expect to hear… something. Sam, Nat and Steve are all early wakers, there would be the telltale sounds and scents of breakfast being prepared. Tony, much as he tries to vehemently deny it, snores. God, is it Barton? You raise your head, and let out a sigh of relief to see the loft empty save for yourself and the sparse furnishings. Could still be Barton, he’s just learned to stay out of your nest and accept that he’s not top of the pecking order here.
But when you get down from your loft, there’s no one there. Blinking, you look around, as if whoever texted you last night will jump out from some impossible corner. The couch is untouched, everything is where you left it. Was it Bruce and he couldn’t de-Hulk so he slept outside? You check your phone to see if there are any unread text or missed calls, but there’s nothing.
>>Did you leave already?
The reply comes within seconds.
>>No. Outside.
So… Bruce? Furrowing your brow, you go pull a pair of sweats from the hamper, yawning wide before you head for the door. You’re not exactly sure what to expect, but finding the clearing you’ve set up camp in empty is… anticlimactic, to say the least.
“Hello?” you call out, stepping down the stairs, a shiver running down your spine from the cool morning air.
Nothing. The wind sighs in the tops of the trees, a crack from a branch breaking the calm. Ahead of you, something catches your eye, far too colourful to be part of the wooded area.
“What the hell?”
Folded neatly on the ground is your blanket, your old blanket, the one you gave to-
“Sam told me you’d been moving around a lot. Figured maybe you could need a bit more home.”
You yelp and whirl around to find Bucky sitting on the stairs, filling up the doorway and smiling smugly at you.
“How-” You look at him, then around at the clearing and back to Bucky, pointing at him. “You- What?”
“Sorry, I… thought it would be fun. It was creepy, wasn’t it?” He scratches the back of his head, getting of the stairs, approaching you slowly. “I wanted it to be a surprise.”
“Are you okay?” It’s second nature by now to give him a once-over, to expect bruises and scrapes and, let’s be honest, blood. Seeing nothing doesn’t necessarily mean he’s okay. These yahoos are notorious about playing off little things like internal bleedings, cracked ribs and concussions.
“What, no! I mean, yes, yes, I’m okay. I wasn’t in any scuffle. Haven’t been for a while. You can check me if you like.”
Pursing your lips, you look him up and down while you circle him, prodding at his ribs, his hands, his cheekbone. Satisfied that he’s not injured, you come to a stop in front of him.
“Not that I don’t enjoy seeing you again, but… why are you here?”
“Been travelling. Sort of like this, but without the… tiny house, was it? I thought about what you said, about home and all that, and I realized that maybe I need to reevaluate what home means. Going away to figure out what I miss and what I need.”
He raises his right hand to drag the fingertips along the soft blanket, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. It sounds cheesy as all hell, but your heart skips a beat, your breath catching in your throat, because he looks so content, so relaxed.
“Yeah? Did you find the answer then? What’s home?” you ask, cursing your voice for sounding breather than you ever intended it to.
“See, I packed light. Couple changes of clothes, toothbrush, the regular stuff… and this.” He takes a firm hold of the blanket with both hands, pulling it from you, shaking it out. “And I missed a lot of things in the beginning. People… things… comforts. But I learned to make do without all of those. Only thing I couldn’t get past missin’…”
You watch wide eyed as Bucky wraps the blanket over your shoulders, tugging at the ends to bring it in tightly over your chest, cocooning you in it.
“…is in this blanket,” he finishes, his gaze focused on where his hands holds it close. “I missed mornings with you. Even the first morning when I woke up feelin’ like a drunk sailor after pub crawl thinking Stark or someone had shrunk me down to the size of a bean. I missed your tiny house and your couch and your coffee and… and you.”
And you.
Maybe it’s another cliché, but you can’t help the smile, the sudden joy that bubbles up along with the sensation of right. All these days that have somehow bled into months of moving, of unease, they are drawn into this moment. They breathe a sigh of relief, settling. This is it, this is what all that drifting was about. Finding the spot where your roads would lead you to stand toe to toe, wrapped in a well-worn blanket and realize that home can grow from a warmth that accumulated over so many mornings. You push at Bucky’s hands, making the blanket part, tugging the ends from his grip to sling your arms around his neck, bringing him into it.
The kisses don’t happen until later. First, there’s the quiet, the seconds and minutes wrapped in the blanket. Then, there is breakfast and coffee strong enough to make a spoon stand up straight and slightly overscrambled eggs and Bucky’s voice drifting from the bathroom with hums breaking up the lyrics. You kiss him like you want to taste him, commit him to memory, pulling him down by his neck and drawing in a sharp breath when drops of water fall down the neckline of your t-shirt. He kisses like he’s finally at rest, safe even when his attention is diverted.
>>Coordinates? Bit banged up, wings took a hit, out of your hair before tomorrow
>>image.jpeg
>>Sorry, find another safehouse, this one’s occupied
>>TMI WAY TMI DO NOT SAY ANOTHER WORD
>>It was just a selfie!
>>IN BED
>>Get ur head out of the gutter /JBB
>>I hate you guys
You smile at the final message, setting down the phone and curling up against Bucky with a sigh. The sheets are a mess by your feet, Bucky’s body heat enough to keep you both warm.
“Occuped, huh?” he smiles, tracing your lower lip with the pad of his thumb.
You nod, pressing a kiss to the finger.
“Welcome home.”
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cole-grey-writes · 4 years
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Kiss Me Better
Universe: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Timeline: Post-Captain America: The Winter Soldier
Character(s): Sam Wilson
Pairing(s): Sam Wilson x Male Reader
Warning(s): swearing, completely inaccurate medical procedures because im not a doctor and 16 y/o
Summary: You were injured on a mission and in order to stave off infection, you have to get a shot...
OLD A/n from over a month ago: I got shots at the doctors probably a week ago (and I'm just now finishing this because frickin executive dysfunction kicked my ass). I don't have a bf/gf in real life to kiss me better, but I can always pretend with fanfiction. Enjoy
NEW A/n from right now: shit it’s been a long time huh? yeah, this was supposed to be uploaded over a month ago but for some reason I just... didn’t put it up. Idk, I think I was going through some shit so I wasn’t interested in anything at all and I was super unmotivated. Anyway, I finally got it up. Hope you all enjoy :)
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“Sam!” you say his name with joy. The pain coursing through out your body isn’t enough to keep you from throwing your arms around your boyfriend as soon as he’s close enough to where you sit on the plain white bed in the SHIELD medbay.
You wrap your arms around him and squeeze as hard as you can without causing pain to shoot up your arms from your injuries. Sam returns the favor and hugs you close to his chest. You can’t help but wince when he unknowingly presses into a large bruise stretching across your stomach, but you don’t want the hug to end so you try to hide it. Sam obviously sees right through you and let’s go, although he doesn’t stop touching you. Sam’s hands rest on your arms gently, trying not to press on the bruises and cuts that are covered in bandages.
“Don’t ‘Sam’ me. You are an absolute moron,” Sam tells you, pointing a finger. Your mouth falls open in offense and try to say something but he interrupts you. “Did you think jumping in the line of fire was really your only option?”
“...Well, it seemed like the only option at the time.”
“Jesus,” Sam swears. “You are just as bad as Steve.”
“I am not nearly–”
“Don’t you dare try to deny it,” he tells you. He reaches up with his hand and shuts your mouth for you. “You know it's true,” Sam says it without judgement, like he knows how much people’s lives mean to you.
“Agent L/n,” SHIELD Doctor Vivienne Becker is suddenly standing next to you. She addresses you with a comfort as if talking with an old friend. Or maybe with exasperation of talking to an annoying younger sibling.
“Vivienne,” you greet back with a much lighter tone than her. “It’s nice to see you again.”
“I wish I could say the same,” Dr. Becker says, “but you're covered in contusions, lacerations, and just had two bullets removed from your femur and scapula.”
You tense when you feel Sam shift next to you, feeling his gaze on the side of your face. You aren’t even looking at him and you just know that his eyebrows are raised in scorn. “Oh, so you were shot, too?”
“Uh.”
“Fortunately, there was no damage done to any vital organs or major arteries.”
“Well, at least that,” Sam mumbles.
“However,” Dr. Becker interrupts pointedly, “there was foreign residues found on the bullets that were designed to attract special bacteria.”
You sigh. “And now it’s in my blood.”
“Correct and we’ve figured out how to neutralize the effects, but…”
“‘But’?” you wonder, whining. “‘But’? No, why ‘but’, Vivienne?”
“But,” Dr. Becker continues, “the treatment is in the form of a syringe.”
You suddenly sit up straight. “A shot?!” you scream, eyes going wide.
“A shot?” Sam wonders completely cluelessly. “What’s wrong with a shot?”
“It is one shot and it will be injected into your right shoulder,” Dr. Becker informs you before walking away to let you wallow in self pity.
You groan and throw your head back because fucking goddamn it, this would be your luck. A shot right when you get back off the field.
“What’s wrong with a shot?” Sam wonders again. You sigh heavily and took at Sam with your eyebrows raised. He looks at you blankly for a few seconds before he breaks out into a smile. Sam aws at you, causing you to purse your lips. “Are you afraid of shots, baby?”
You click your tongue and say, “Sam,” while growing more annoyed with his sugar sweet smile.
You ignore him (whether it’s because you love him or because you have no idea how to respond to his question, you don’t know), deciding instead to work out some stress by looking at anything other than the needles that seemed to be everywhere you look now.
Sam actually has to reach over and stop you from wringing your hands dry. “Come one now, baby,” he untangles your hands and intertwines one of yours with his. You aren’t able to help just melting under his smooth and caring voice. “It’s just one shot, it won’t be that bad.”
You hum doubtfully, squinting your eyes at him but squeeze his hand harder. “I hate shots,” Sam nods understandingly. “Shots suck. Shots can go fuck–”
You don’t get a chance to finish your rant because Dr. Becker walks back over to you and wonders, “Are you ready?”
Taking a deep breath and releasing it, you squeeze Sam’s hand to reassure yourself. “I suppose,” Dr. Becker doesn’t say anything, turning to grab the syringe. You bite your lip to steal yourself.
“Hey,” Sam says softly. You look at him and he shows you your interlocked hands. “Here, you can squeeze my hand to help you through it.”
“You sure?” You crack a smile, feigning hesitation. “I might break your hand.”
Sam hums dismissively. “I’m sure I can bear it.”
Dr. Becker turns back to you with a syringe in her hand. You tense at the sight of it but Sam moves closer, the warmth of Sam’s body on your leg enough for you to let go of your lip.
Dr. Becker pinches your arm and starts to inject you. Your face contorts and you wince in pain. While you’ve been punched, kicked, stabbed, and shot many times, it doesn’t make this any easier. You have to squeeze Sam’s hand as hard as your weakened state allows you. And it may be a bit of an ego boost but Sam winces from your grip.
In reality, it only takes about ten seconds but to you, it feels like a lifetime before Dr. Becker pulls the needle out. “Alright, all done,” she tells you, putting a bandaid where the dot of blood is. “The medicine should take effect immediately, so you need to rest up as much as possible. You can get your crutches from Nurse van Wieren when you’re ready,” she tells you and then leaves.
You look up at Sam to see him with a small smile on his face, looking back at you. “What?”
“Now, was that so bad?” he asks you.
“Yes,” you conclude firmly. You watch Sam try to hold back his smile, but failing miserably. You click your tongue at him, half heartedly hitting him in the chest. “I’m serious. Feels like a rod going through my arm.”
Sam chuckles but says, “Sorry, it’s just…” Sam shrugs. “I didn’t know that about you.”
He says it warmly. It reminds you of the first time you two had met almost a year ago when Sam had tested your name on his tongue right in the middle of HYDRA 2.0. You and Sam exchanged phone numbers right after the whole mess had been cleaned up.
“You know now,” you tell him. “So what?”
Sam shakes his head. “So nothing. I like learning new things about you, even almost a year into our relationship,” and isn’t that the sweetest goddamn thing? You are the luckiest guy in the world. Sam’s tone goes comically serious. “No, seriously… you want me to kiss it better?”
“Shut up,” You blush. “And help me down,” Sam smiles, holding out his arms for you to grab. You put a hand on his shoulder, balancing yourself. Wincing as you shimmy your way off the bed, you favor the leg that didn’t have a bullet in it.
“You okay?”
“I’m fine,” you tell him, “thank you.”
“It’s no problem, baby,” Sam coos while gripping onto you. “And be prepared because I’ve got a special dinner waiting for you when we get home.”
You snort and scrunch your nose. “Dinner? It’s 10 o’clock.”
“Then, it’s a midnight snack,” Sam tells you sassily.
“It’s not midnight, either.”
“Humor me.”
You sigh. “Fine, it’s a late dinner snack.”
“Alright, then,” Sam concedes. “Let’s go.”
Nurse van Wieren hands you your crutches as you and Sam leave the medbay. You smile and thank him before he walks away.
Sam’s words finally hit you as you get into the hallway. “Wait, waiting for me? How did you know I was coming home today?” you question, grabbing your boyfriend’s attention. You watch as Sam’s face begins to flush. You squeal. “Oh my god! Did you make SHIELD tell you where I was?”
Sam doesn’t respond for a few seconds before, “...Maybe.”
“Aw,” you coo, causing Sam to scoff.
“Yeah, don’t let it go to your ego, L/n.”
“No, but you have to tell me,” you tell him, stepping into the elevator before Sam does. You stand side by side, staring at each other with matching grins on your faces. “Is this special treatment reserved for me alone… or do you keep tabs on Steve and Nat, too?” as you expected, Sam doesn’t answer and you can’t hide your laugh. “That’s sweet,” you praise. “I might just have to tell Steve and Nat about it.”
“Don’t you dare!” Sam warns, though the smile on his face doesn’t disappear.
“I won’t, I won’t,” you agree without a second thought. “I know Steve would be indignant for about a week and who knows what the hell Nat would do to you,” you and Sam share a laugh, Sam’s gaze falling to the floor while you continue to stare at him because god, you love that deep, breathy laugh he does. You feel like you’re a goddamn king everytime you manage to get even a single giggle out of your boyfriend.
“Hey,” you say, grabbing Sam’s attention. He turns to you, looking extra adorable with his hands in his pockets and that tooth rotting smile on his face. “I think I might take you up on that offer to kiss me better.”
This causes Sam to hum smugly, his grin growing bigger and even more sugary. “Really?” Sam says slowly while he places his hands on your arms, rubbing up and down tenderly. He’s obviously being careful of your wounds. Noticing this single detail about Sam and how he is around you, you’re struck with how much you love this man standing in front of you.
Sam places a chaste kiss right over your bandaid before he rests his chin on your shoulder. “I love you,” he whispers against your skin. You feel your heart grow warm at his words.
“I love you, too,” you breath. “Now, let’s go home so you can kiss me better. And before dinner gets cold.”
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just-my-fandom · 5 years
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Disappear (Sam Wilson x Reader)
Request; Can we have some Sam Wilson? Sam turns to dust in readers grasp and then they reunite five years later and turns out she was pregnant during battle so they now have a four year old kid? Something happens years after, maybe the reader has cancer or heart problems and its her turn to leave?
I am no longer putting warnings
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You felt like the wind had been knocked out of you. You haven't seen your husband since the fight started. You were pinned down by an enemy and by the time you were back on your feet, he was gone,
Your feet brought you across the field, eyes searching for Sam, or at least, a teammate,
You run a hand through your dusted hair, breaths quick as you look left and right, swiftly behind you, then forward,
"Sam?" You raise your voice against the yelling, eyes searching for any signs of the man you married just months before, "Sam!"
You catch gazes with a dark skinned man, his uniform worn out from the battling and scars visible against his skin color,
"Sam," You breathe out, deeply, running up to meet his arms and hearing him grunt in pain,
"Hey baby girl," He exhales, arms around you carefully, "How're you handling?"
"Just cuts and bruises, what about you?" You lean back, looking up at Sam, and he smiles weakly,
"Pretty sure I broke my wrist," He answers quietly, and you cup his head, dragging his lips down to yours,
"Please stay safe. In case we split apart again," You beg softly, and Sam chuckles despite the blood trickling down his ear,
"No can do baby girl. You're staying with me," He takes your hand in his, kissing the back of it through your gloves,
"I'm okay with that," You smile, pecking his lips once more and releasing his hand, turning around to get back into the battle,
"Y/N," Sam's sudden call for you causes you to look over your shoulder, body fully turning when you find dust blowing off into the window,
"Sammy?" You swallow, looking around a second time, "Sam this isn't funny!"
"We've won!" A enemy stands up, grin wide, "Let's get out of here,"
You step back, swallowing thickly, tears pricking in your eye's, "Rhodey!" You spot the man, running up, "Where did Sam go? Did you see him?"
"He vanished too?" Rhodey frowns, and you pinch your eyebrows together, "Vanished? What do you mean-?"
You instantly spot Bucky falling forward and disappearing into ashes, a sob racking in your throat as you realized the same had happened to Sam,
"We got to get out of here," Steve takes your arm, noticing your tears and knowing that you, too, had lost one of the teammates, "Come here,"
His voice drops to a whisper, dropping his weapon to pull you into his chest and allow you to break down, "It's okay,"
You press your ear to his chest, listening to his thudding heart, eyes pinching shut as sobs racked your body in trembles,
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Another round at the toilet, your hand clutches into a ball at your shirt- Sams shirt- attempting to ease the burning pain in your stomach,
You gargle a cup of water and spit it into the toilet, leaning back against the wall and shutting your eye's, waiting for the test on the tub side to finish its results,
When you open your eyes and hold the test in front of your gaze, your body shuts down, sobs blocking the sound of your bedroom door open and hands covering your face,
Fingers pull your hands away from your eye's, Natashas voice is soft whispers as she sets the positive test to the side, pulling you against her so she could soothe you,
"Why him?" Your voice breaks as you finally open your eye's, Natashas fingers in your hair as your head rests at her shoulder, searching for comfort,
"I dont know," Natasha murmurs, eyes staring at the test, "But I'm going to help you take care of your baby, okay? I promise, Steve, Tony, and I all will all be here for you,"
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"Come on Natasha, answer the phone,"
You look down at your phone from your spot in the compound, sighing heavily and hanging up as you are left on voicemail,
"Mommy?"
You look up at a young girls voice, her brown eyes shinning as she padded over to you, holding a stuffed animal given by Thor, "Are you okay?"
"Yes," You sigh, and lift (Daughter/Name) up so she is sitting in your lap, "Im just waiting for Auntie Nat to answer her phone,"
"No need," You look over your shoulder towards the compounds doors, Natasha and Steve stepping in with four others behind,
"Good, you guys are okay," You breathe, setting (D/N) down and standing up, "How did it go? Were you able to bring them back?"
"Tony died saving everyone," Steve breathes out, your lips tugging downwards as he mentions your childs godfathers death,
Your eyes flicker past Steve, meeting the brown eyes that left you five years ago,
"Sam," You exhale, walking up to him and pressing yourself to his suited chest, "Oh thank god you're safe,"
You shut your eye's, Sam cupping your head and pressing his lips to your hair, "Hey baby girl. Im right here,"
You lift your head, Sam holding both hands to your face and directing his lips to press against yours warmly, your own lips tingling at the missing sensation,
"Im right here," He murmurs, leaning back and kissing your forehead longingly,
"Mommy?" (D/N) repeats her call, Natasha picking her up and walking her over to her parents,
"(D/N), hey," You pull her into your arms, and turn to Sam, "Sam, meet your daughter, (D/N),"
"I have a kid?" Sam asks, tucking hair behind (D/N)s ear and getting a good look at her face. She had his eyes and teeth, along with a combination of your skin and his, and your nose and lips,
"I found out three days after the battle," You drift your eyes between your husband and child, "I couldnt go back into battle until she turned two,"
"Im so proud of you," Sam rests his forehead to yours, Natasha smiling at Steve,
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"On your left," You open your eyes and glance to your right, Sam slouched in a chair next to your hospital bed with (D/N) curled to his chest
Sam opens his own eyes and turns his head to look at you, the now seven year old in his lap shifting before fading back to sleep,
Sam cracks a smile, placing (D/N) on the couch next to him, and he sinks down onto the bed at your side,
"How're you feeling, my love?" He asks quietly, careful to press a hand to your face and draw a thumb across your cheek,
"I'm dying," You exhale, "Aren't I?"
Sam heaves a breath through his nose, taking in the tubes in your nostrils and how your breaths were wheezed despite how calm they were,
"You are," He answers after a moments silent, "But I'll be right here with you until the end,"
"Please," You smile, holding your hand over his and leaning into his fingers, "Take care of our baby for me,"
"Of course," Sam moves down, lips slowly moving over yours. Your hand slides to the back of his head pulling him closer if possible and whispering I love you against his mouth,
"I love you too," His voice breaks as he leans away enough to where his lips fanned against yours, "I always have baby girl,"
You close your eyes in exhaustion, hand gripping his tightly in your lap so his thumb could brush over your knuckles, and Sam takes this last chance to stare at your peaceful face,
"Sleep, darling. I'll be with you soon enough,"
When the monitor goes dead, your hand going limp in his, Sam brings your hand to his lips and holds it, allowing one more touch before resting your hand on his chest, shifting off of the bed,
He lifts the sleeping child off of the couch, who whimpers at the sudden movement, eyes flickering open,
"Dad?"
"Go back to sleep, baby girl," Sam murmurs, shutting your hospital room door shut, "Momma wont be coming home with us this time,"
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ainstgirl · 5 years
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THE SOLDIER AND HIS CAPTAIN  (4/6)
Summary: It’s your first day at the academy where you’ll become a soldier.  The academy is already difficult but even more so when you are a woman and you have Sergeant Hanks as Captain, luckily another captain will help you overcome the challenges. I’m very bad with  summaries, just give it a try.  English is my third language so im sorry if there’s any misspelling.
Pairing(s): Steve Rogers x Reader
PART 1 PART 2 PART 3
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Your whole body hurts from yesterday's exercise. You had fallen asleep so you had missed breakfast, thankfully Lily brought you something to eat. You just wanted to stay in bed but today you had an important meeting. Everyone stand up when Captain Rogers enters the room. As soon as you see him, the memory of the blonde woman in his bed comes to you. God, you have to forget about him. "Today we have a new mission, these men" Several photos of men appear on the screen "they are planning an attack in New York, our mission is to infiltrate and discover where they intend to attack, these men will be in different buildings so we will form pairs and we'll infiltrate, we don't want to attract  attention, if you see that you are going to be discovered you abort the mission" he takes a moment before continuing "Frank, Josh, Mark and Joey this man will be your target, in this file you have all the information you will need, Lily, you will go with Sam, he will inform you of everything" "who's Sam?" Lily asks. "Sam Wilson, he will help us in this mission" Steve explains. "OMG i'm going to a mission with Falcon" Lily says excitedly. "And Y/N you'll go with me" He gives you a file "here you have all the information" Great, how are you supposed to forget about him if you have to spend the night with him? "he will be at a party at his house, I left a dress in your room ... Natasha has chosen it, I think it will be your size" "I'm going to read the report" Great now you have to wear the dress that the girlfriend has chosen for you. "I'll pick you up in 20 minutes, we'll talk about the details on the way to the party" he says before going to talk to other soldiers. 
"I can't believe I'm going on a mission with Sam Wilson!!!" Lily screams when she enters the room.
"I did not know you were a fan" you say.
"he's hot" She stops when she sees you "you look amazing!" "thanks" Captain America's girlfriend has good taste, It is a bit tight and short of what you are used to but it is beautiful. "You'll have Steve Rogers distracted all night" You were going to say something when someone knocked on your door. "Y/N are you... ready?" Steve seems surprised when you open the door. "yes, i'm ready for the mission" you say grabbing your bag "good"  he says and you would have sworn to have seen him blush. "be careful" You hug Lily before leaving "Don't worry, she'll be fine, she'll be with Sam" Steve smiles at you as he opens the car door for you. The party must be close if he was driving. "so... what's the plan?" you asks. "we are a couple" You almost choke when you hear him say that but he continues explaining the plan "here I have the invitations for the party at his house, in his office he has to have the plans of where he wants to attack, once we know where, we leave" "sounds good" you say looking out the window, it seems that his mission is to torture you, you try to forget him but you can't do it if you have to act like his girlfriend.
40 minutes later you arrive at the party. "Are you sure they won’t recognize you?" you say getting out of the car, Steve had dyed his hair dark, people usually know him blond and without a beard but he had been letting his beard grow for weeks, maybe for this mission. "I guess we're going to find out" Steve puts his arm so you can grab him. Steve was right, they didn’t recognize him. "this house is huge where do we start?" you say it in a low voice. "we have to dance first" He says surprising you. "what?"  "we have to act normally, we can't arrive and start looking, we have to be seen together" he explains.
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The room was full of couples dancing, Steve places his hand on your waist and you put yours around his neck. "I had never danced like that" you admit. "Just follow my steps, it's easy" he says smiling seeing you nervous "you look beautiful Y/N" he says. "Your girlfriend has good taste" You say jealous. "my girlfriend?" He says confused. "Natasha" you say still dancing. "she's not my girlfriend, she's the black widow" he says with a big smile. "she's not? wait... you mean the black widow?" God, you are stupid. "Did you think she was my girlfriend?  Banner would kill me" Having this conversation while you were dancing with him was not a good idea. You were sure you were flushed "but your right, she has good taste, that dress suits you very well" "It's a little short for my liking" you see how Steve bites his lip when you talk about how short the dress is. "you're perfect...the dress, the dress is perfect" he explains quickly "They have already seen us dance, we have to ... find his office" he says taking a step back. "Of course, the mission..." For a moment you had forgotten the real reason why you were dancing with him.
You and Steve go upstairs where the rooms were. You enter several rooms but you can’t find anything, at least until you enter the last room, his office. "we have to hurry" he says searching in his desk. "Wait, there is something here" you say and Steve approaches you "information about the hours with the most passengers in Grand Central Station, there are pictures of the whole station....the security cameras and the guards are marked with an x" "We already know where they are going to attack, but when?" Steve asks next to you. "i don't know..." You were looking for more information when you hear the door open. You don’t give Steve a chance to say anything when you kiss him. He only takes a second to surround you with his arms and correspond the kiss. "what are you doing here? You can't be here" says the man you're investigating. "oh my god..." You say embarrassed walking away from Steve "We just wanted to be alone, you know" You say acting. "get out" he says angry. "Sorry about this, we're leaving" Steve speaks for the first time. Steve takes your hand to leave the room and does not let go until you get in the car.
"that was close..." you say to Steve. "luckily for us you think fast" "yeah... about that...i'm sorry i just..." you start to say. "No, It was a good kiss"  You see how Steve blushes when he realizes what he has said "i mean that it was a good idea" "yeah... it was" you say biting your lip, now it was going to be impossible to forget him, not after that kiss "At least now we know where they are going to attack" "yes, but we don’t know when" he says with a frown. "Actually ... I think I know when they will attack" He looks at you surprised "I found a train ticket for the 27th and that date was marked on the desk calendar" you explain. "you are amazing Y/N" You have never seen him smile like that. The rest of the trip to the base you spend it in silence, you don't know what he is thinking about, but you can't stop thinking about that kiss. "You've been incredible tonight, thanks to you we're going to avoid the attack"  he says opening the car door. "save lives, that's our job....good night Captain Rogers" You say closing the door.
Steve was going to take care of delivering the information that you had found so you go to your room where Lily was already waiting for you. "OMG Y/N i think i'm in love with Sam" she says when you enter. "what? what happend with the mission?" "the mission went well, we don’t know where they are going to attack but we know where the bombs come from but there was a man who was bothering me and before I could show him my fist “she smiles” Sam starts hitting him, it was the hottest thing I've ever seen in my life" she says fanning himself with her hands. "Are you drunk?" Her breath smelled of alcohol. "Noo...Well a little bit" she says laughing "Sam insisted we had to celebrate" "Okey, why don't you go to bed? we'll talk tomorrow" You say covering her with a blanket. Two seconds later she was already snoring. You were jealous of how easy she falls asleep,  because once again you were in the training room practicing your punches. You couldn’t stop thinking about that kiss, how you felt when you were in his arms.
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"we have to stop meeting here" Steve says scaring you. "shit... you scared me" "language" he says with a smile. "what are you doing here?"  you dry the sweat on your forehead. "i culdn't sleep" he says. "me neither... Lily is drunk" "Sam is also drunk, I've left him sleeping in my room, I think Sam likes Lily" he says. "i know for sure that Lily likes Sam.... but that would be inappropriate, we can't have relationships with superiors." You almost want to laugh at the situation, talking about the feelings of others instead of yours. "What a stupid rule" Steve was staring at you. "lenguage" you joke. "I had a great time tonight, it's been a long time since I danced with someone" he says. "I had a great time too" You remain silent, It seems that he wanted to tell you something but seeing that he doesn’t say anything.... "I leave you alone so you can train" you add. "actually... i wanted to ask you..." Steve seems nervous  "the thing is that...The other day Nat gave me some advice and I think I should listen to her" "okay..." yo say confussed. "At times like these I would like to be able to get drunk" Suddenly Steve shortens the distance that separates you and kisses you , the kiss was short but intense "I'm sorry if..." but you shut him with a kiss, this time the kiss is more intense, he clings to your body as if you were to disappear if he let go. "I've been wanting to do this for a long time" you admit.
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"me too... I know I shouldn't feel this way, I'm your superior and there are rules ... but I can't help it, since I saw you the first day I can't stop thinking about you" He says before kissing you again. "What impressed you the most, that I couldn't do the push-ups that Captain Hanks ordered or the beating that Frank gave me?" you say biting your lip. "I had to control myself to not throw him against the wall when I separated him from you" he says caressing your face. "so... what now?" you asks. "We have to see each other in secret, at least until the end of this year....if you want this ... well, I should have asked and not take it for granted ...." he says nervously, apparently Steve Rogers speaks fast when he is nervous. "yes...we won't tell anyone" You caress his cheek before kissing him. "Today has been a long day, you should go to bed" he kisses you "I'll see you tomorrow in training" he says before kissing you again and you cant help but smile, Steve Rogers was kissing you, how was it possible? "good night Captain Rogers" you say goodbye to him, when you get to your room you're still smiling, thank goodness that Lily is still asleep or you could not hide that stupid smile.
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manchurian-barnes · 6 years
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Glass Slippers and a Soldier.
Part (1/2)
A Cinderella inspired Bucky Barnes X Reader.
( as requested by @paywilson1 )
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There was a lot of stress involved with being one of Tony Starks assistants. It was always “go here and get me this.” or “I need you to stay late and fill out this for me”. Though throughout all of that, (y/n) couldn’t complain. Her job within Stark Industries and her work with the Avengers was the highlight of her life. She didn’t think so much of the work she had to do all the time, even when many people around her told her it was too much and she needed a break. She would never complain. Simply plastering on a smile and continuing like it was nothing, her boss would often tell her “It’s like you have super-human coping, all my other assistants crumble under the stress.”. She never thought much of it. Life was nothing without a pinch of hard work every now and then. Today was no exception. She was walking through the halls of the avengers complex with a pile of papers and binders which was taller than her head.
She kept a gracious smile that morning as Mr. Stark apologised for not having done any of it himself. It didn’t surprise (y/n) in the slightest to hear his excuse, he was busy organising one of his infamous parties. “You’re a life saver.” Tony called whilst she hd walked out of his (and Doctor Banner’s) lab. She could hear the rhythmic patter of her shoes off the floor and before she knew it, she was lost in herself, in a daydream.
“Im so sorry-” A male voice broke her trance and before she truly had registered it she was on the cold floor and her papers were splayed out across the marble. She knelt up silently, “It’s alright.” She murmured gently. Starting to reach out for her things before her hand collided with something cold, making her arm recoil slightly. She looked towards her hand, which had bumped into another silver hand.  “No, I wasn’t watching out for you...” The voice chuckled, deep and raspy. Her eyes fluttered upwards, being met by steely blue eyes. She looked back down quickly.
“Have we met before?” he asked, helping her to gather the files. She would see Bucky everyday, she made it a point to be helpful to every avenger though it would be lying to say she didn’t have a soft spot for the winter soldier. She’d often leave him coffee out in the morning or slide his daily schedule under his door for him (noticing he was an often forgetful person). Everyone knew she did this, and left it undisclosed. She would see Bucky numerous times throughout her day, saying a quite “hello” as she passed him, and yet still he could never seem to remember seeing her. “...Yes, Sargent Barnes-” She murmured lightly before she heard another more familiar voice. “Bucky, why are ya’ on the floor with Tony’s assistant?” Sam Wilson called. She found her footing again and nodded as Bucky placed his half of her pile onto what she already held. Turning and staring to walk. She looked down slightly as she heard the men talking.
“-but who was she?” Bucky’s voice was asking in a soft confusion. She looked over her shoulder to see Sam patting his back and chuckling a little, “She’s just one in the long list of Stark’s assistants man, don’t worry ‘bout it.”. Just an assistant, who was forever invisible to Bucky Barnes.
There was nothing special about her she supposed. She didn’t wear fancy outfits like previous assistants had. She normally just wore whatever she could find, with an old grey cardigan on top of it. Once she reached her tucked away desk she sat down in her chair, beginning to sort through files. Before hearing, “Stark’s got you doing twice as much as yesterday.” letting out a laugh, (y/n) looked up.
“hey Nat.” she smiled widely, “It’s not really that much, most of it just has to be dated and signed-”. The red head moved towards her and sat on top of her papers. “You look defeated.” she pointed out, leaning her elbows on her knees. “It’s nothing...” (y/n) went quiet. Before moving her chair forward and lightly hitting the side of Nat’s thigh, indicating her to slide over so that she could continue to work. The assassin huffed, “I’m going to take this as the stress starting to get to you, this job is too much-” “Don’t you dare, I love this job.” (y/n) gasped slightly, before looking back up to meet the bright green eyes of Romanoff again. The other woman chuckled. (y/n) looked upwards, the window opposite her leading out into the training grounds. The bright blue sky and lush grass seemed beautiful alone until her eyes fell on the super-soldier outside. Bucky stood far off pulling her hair outwards from his face, showcasing his features more. She didn’t realise she had even let out a sigh until Natasha chipped in again. “You could go and talk to him.” She hummed and moved off the desk, draping her arm over (y/n)’s shoulder. “You could let me get my work finished.” (y/n) smirked slightly as she retorted.
Nat moved back raising her arms in surrender, “I’m just saying, he’s a person, you’re a person-” “An invisible person.” (y/n) exclaimed. She looked down at all her paperwork. Letting out a sigh. Nat gasped slightly and looked at my wide eyed, “The party tonight! You could talk to him there!” She started to jump up and down slightly in happiness. “I didn’t get an invite.” (y/n) murmured slightly, making the red-head halt her actions, “I have work to do-”. She was silenced by Natasha shifting through the papers and pulling out a spare and unaddressed invite. “I can’t steal and invite Nat!” the woman’s eyes gazed over the white card and the silver writing, “Mr Stark would be upset-” Nat’s smirk only grew wider, “He won’t even know you’re there.”. (y/n) began to shake her head even quicker, “Nat he would see me, and I can’t be out all night I have so much to do...” She said lowly and tried to pay attention to her work once more. “It’s a masquerade and i’ll get you out of there at midnight, Cinderella.” Natasha chuckled before adding, “Anymore arguments?”
“I don’t have anything to wear...” (y/n) spoke as she took the invite, “Isn’t that what you’re fairy-godmother is for?” Natasha laughed. Both woman nodding to one another, “As soon as it hits six, come to my room.” (y/n) nodding in total understanding as Natasha started to run off. Looking back out the window towards Bucky, smiling a little more, tonight she would be remembered.
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Troubled Souls Pt1/?
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So I really don’t have a summary of this story because I put it on my wattpad months ago and I can’t remember everything. This story has EXTREMELY sensitive content and I can’t remember every detail so there will be a giant trigger warning for all things at the top of every chapter so if you’re extremely sensitive (torture, self harm, suicide attempt and mentions, BLOOD, murder, panic attacks, etc.) I highly reccomend reading one of my other stories instead. Stay safe beautifuls!! I love you!!
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EXTREMELY SHORT CHAPTERS IM SORRY!!
MAJOR TRIGGER WARNING🚨
🚨 SENSITIVE CONTENT 🚨
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- Chapter One: The memories haunt me like a bad dream.
Y/n goes to work like any other day. She gets in the elevator to ride down from her apartment that's in the tower, to go down to her office. When she gets there what she sees surprises her, Sam Wilson and Nick Fury standing in her office, waiting for her along side her best friend, Steve.
"Y/n we need to talk"
Steve sighs
"I need your help" "it's Buck" he says hesitantly
"I don't know Steve" I run my hand over my face, trying to process it all.
"Y/n please"
"Ms Y/L/N, it is extremely important for you to help us. Mr Rogers has told you most of his stories from the 1940's, about his friend Mr Barnes, when you helped him get back to normal when he came into the 21 century. You might as well know Mr Barnes personally. Y/n you're our best shot at helping him. " Director Fury tries to convince you to help, knowing your fear of the Winter Soldier
"Flashback"
My father runs up the steps to my room and grabs me running to my parents shared bedroom. All i hear is mom yelling at dad to hurry up. There's a huge commotion coming from down stairs. It sounds like doors being kicked in and things being broken. They're looking for something. Or someone.
Their footsteps coming closer. His footsteps echoing through the house.
"Y/N In the bathroom now!"
"But why mom!?"
"Sweetheart, no asking questions, now go! we don't have much time!"
She exclaims as my father starts barricading the door hoping to keep them out long enough to escape.
"No matter what you hear, do not come out."
"Do you understand me?! Now go!"
"Yes Mom“
As the door breaks down i hear my fathers yells echo throughout the house as he throws my father down the steps with his 'metal arm?'
My mother starts screaming and pleading for her life.
Gun shots
Ringing through my ears.
The screams
The sound of wood breaking and doors falling
The sound of my fathers lifeless body falling down the steps
My mothers screams
All replaying in my mind
I waited.
I never emerged from the bathroom.
I can't tell how long I've been here. its probably been hours.
My fathers best friend came running up the steps
"Y/n!"
"Y/n!"
I don't dare speak.
It's not him
It's them
They're gonna kill me too
"Oh Y/n"
Uncle Nick says as he finds me in the bathroom, staring blankly at my mothers lifeless body. He picks me up carrying me from the scene. Telling his head agents to take care of the matter he cannot stay.
He walks down the steps and out the door into the car. He puts me in and climbs in behind me telling the shield agent to take him home
"Uncle Nick!"
"They're gone"
"He shot them!"
"Who shot them?"
"I don't know.."
"He had a metal arm and a mask covering his face and he looked as if he was crying"
"Uncle Nick if someone murders someone else why would they be crying?"
"I don't know but i'll find out. i promise."
I was seven..
July3.2018
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