#sam x bucky
Hi I hope your having a good day or night and I was wondering if I could request maybe 2 headcannons of reader and the avengers have a beach day or pool day. The other headcannon would be family game night where they do different games like pictionary, charades, arm wrestling tournament (or regular wrestling), pie eating just like games to see which team is better team iron man or team cap to make it simple. Also Ned and MJ are at both bc like their like Peters and y/n bestfriends and always hanging around. Also if u decide to do do family game night that Pietro and Ned are on team iron man while MJ and y/n is on team cap and loki,thor and Bruce would be the refs but yeah:)
pairing: peter parker x avenger!reader
a/n: hi fren, i love the way you phrased this lmao it sounds like my blog is a drive thru for headcanons. this is long, chaotic, and there are about 500 people in this, but i think everyone got a bit of screen time lol enjoy x
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game nights with the avengers
thursday nights are game nights. if you don’t show up, you’ll be disowned (it’s the fine print)
as always, wanda and vision are in charge of snacks but since pietro is visiting from the underworld i suppose he tries to help and it’s pure Culinary Chaos
he thought it’d be appropriate to bring flambé ice cream which is just ice cream that you have to set on fire so the alcohol melts and it gets caramelly~
a normal lighter would’ve done the job but since pietro is not your average joe, he brings a whole flamethrower and sets that bitch on fire
two seconds later, the fire alarm goes off, steve zooms off to get the fire extinguisher, and bucky and sam help by blowing on the huge fire to put it out
they’re honestly just making it worse but wanda isn’t going to be the one to tell them that
peter and ned adore pietro immediately and adopt him into team iron man
since peter and y/n are on rivalling teams but both are also competitive as FUCK, the tension is immaculate~ and half of the time ned just goes “are you flirting or are you starting a fight”
thor, loki, and bruce are usually in charge to play refs, so tony gets them matching black-and-white-striped referee uniforms
thor finds them Cool™ but in reality, they kinda look like a theatre trio of prison inmates
since they’re all from different backgrounds and they go through numerous games every week, it often happens that not everyone is familiar with the games and rhodey gets a kick out of it
“what are the rules of monopoly?” “if the game lasts over four hours, you get the legal right to kill the person who asked to play”
(the game only lasts three hours)
(loki is disappointed)
nat and bucky form an alliance and somehow end up owning half of the properties. they constantly high-five each other and by the end of it they have their own business handshake
steve and vision keep landing in jail so they start writing jingles together while waiting for their turn
halfway through, wanda tries to donate her monopoly money to non-existent charities and they are all very supportive
y/n and mj are losing so they make miniature cardboard signs and start protesting capitalism
tony gets so upset that he gets on the board and knocks over everyone’s houses like a very angry cat
charade is also fun because they get creative with it. only the big age gap among them makes it a bit complicated
while bucky and steve are chilling, knowing damn well they’re not in their element, sam and tony are KILLING it in their respective teams
y/n, mj, peter, and ned on the other hand are solely communicating through memes and viral tiktoks trends and it’s driving the others insane
*throws cards in the air* “WOULD YOU STOP SINGING CASTAWAYS?? I DON’T UNDERSTAND HOW WE WERE SUPPOSED TO GET TITANIC FROM THAT”
pictionary always comes close to inciting a rebellion bc the only people who are actually decent at drawing are steve, scott, and mj but since they’re all on the same team, team iron man is hanging on by a thread
they’re all staring at nat’s drawing and tony is soul searching in those stick figures but at this point it could be anything or nothing
loki brought his special markers for everyone to use and he goes full monica geller on them
“i’m starting to think people that don’t screw the caps back on are just there to be an inconvenience”
pietro is ruling this game because by the time someone from team cap has simply stood up, he has already finished an ugly but impressively detailed landscape painting
at some point they simply give up and lay on the ground, ankles crossed, as they’re doodling on each other’s arms and waiting for the food to arrive
while loki is simply keen on making everyone’s lives miserable, thor is being a fair and just referee. bruce, though, is just a fully easily manipulated ref
they’re in the middle of an arm-wrestling tournament when clint yelps
clint: nat just kicked me in the shin, that’s against the law
nat: i am the law
bruce: yea sounds reasonable
peter alias “the kid who takes gym class too seriously” goes all in and almost dislocates his shoulder trying to win against steve
they play categories which is a game where you have to name cities, countries, rivers, etc. that start with the given first letter and as it turns out, bucky is a pro at this game
it doesn’t matter what letter they choose, bucky just keeps rattling off places and rivers and tiny towns that nobody has ever heard of
y/n, fuming: “OKAY WE GET IT MR. WORLDWIDE YOU’VE BEEN EVERYWHERE WE GET IT”
but bucky just keeps going and 20 minutes later he has everyone drenched in sweat and gasping for air
tony, slumped over the couch: “those are the eyes of a man who has seen god and laughed”
the last game for the night is dodgeball and it’s just like the trojan war
it goes on forever and is essentially fruitless but who cares. both teams are super into it and the entire compound becomes a battling ground
what first starts off as “come on it’s just dodgeball” “he insulted my HONOR” quickly turns into “GENTLEMEN, WE ARE AT WAR WITH TEAM CAP AND MUST NOT DROP OUR GUARD AT ALL”
loki, thor, and bruce ditch ref duty and form their own team and they’re so. scary
clint, staring thor dead in the eye after getting hit: “nothing means anything we’re all going to die”
the last ones still standing at the end are scott and pietro and they’re both living on a prayer
pietro throws the ball, scott shrinks, pietro runs after the ball while searching the ground for scott and almost trips
in the last second, y/n dashes out from behind the couch, standing there like the final boss in a game as she aims for pietro and bonks him right on the head
team cap breaks out cheering and the victory is so overwhelming that they just pull everyone into a bone-popping hug despite not even being on the same team
the night finally comes to an end and mj glances at her film camera before handing it to tony to let him develop it for her
she’s been secretly taking pictures of everyone the entire night, so when they wake up on the next day, they all get very emotional over a whole wall covered in cute and funny photos
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stay hydrated <3
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That Should Be Me - Peter Parker x Reader
a/n: this is my monday entry for @theweasleyslut's 2k writing challenge! i'm going to challenge myself to post each fic on the day the prompts were posted, so we'll see how that goes. this is my first time writing for peter, so bear with me!!
you can still join!! go to this page right here before june 20th :)
pairings: peter parker x reader, ex!steve rogers x reader
word count: 2227 words, not too bad :)
warnings: some language (I think, maybe not), lots of angst, drinking, some fluff, jealousy jealousyyy, peter is aged up ppl!!, literally one kiss
prompts used: wedding + "you look like you need a hug."
sneak-peek: you think sitting through your ex's wedding is the end of the world. peter begs to differ.
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Satin curtains were strung along the top of each window as sunlight poured into the hall. It was a beautiful sunny day in Brooklyn, just hot enough to require fans around the room, but weddings in June were always divine.
Vases with orchids, dahlias, and silver dollars for greenery were placed in the middle of every table, surrounded by fine china and silverware. Each seat had a place card at the top of the plate, each guest methodically given their own place.
A four-tier white cake sat at the head of the room, and two tiny figures stood at the very top. The miniature bride and groom looked to be sharing a dance, smiles etched onto both of their faces.
The wedding was absolutely magnificent. But it should have been yours.
You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t envisioned a future with Steve Rogers. Even before you knew him personally, you worked under Dr. Helen Cho as a nurse for the Avengers. You figured your job wasn’t exactly important to the team until you realized how many times they would get hurt in 24 hours, and how many missions they attended all the time.
You got to know the team very well, but you found yourself assigned to Steve after the attack on Sokovia. His lip was cut, his ankle was sprained, and there was a deep gash on his right arm. “Captain, you’ve looked better,” you smiled at him, setting down your clipboard to grab a washcloth.
As you wet the washcloth, he smiled back at you. “Gee, thanks. That was one heck of a fight, and we still made a mess of the city. Unbelievable.” He extended his right arm to expose the cut, most likely made by one of those clones, and gently placed the cloth on it.
“Well, lucky for you, that serum is gonna heal you up in no time. Looks like I’ll have some time off pretty soon,” you teased, taking the cloth off his arm to wipe the blood off his face, but the cloth then returned to his arm.
“Don’t leave so soon, Y/N, I’m stuck in this room for at least a few days. Stay, make it worth my time.” His wink made you smile brightly, and you rolled your eyes jokingly. “Fine, Steve, I’ll stay here.”
“Actually, I like ‘Captain’ better.”
You weren’t expecting to fall that hard for a 100-year-old popsicle from Brooklyn. You kept telling yourself that he was simply a soldier, and you worked with him. Still, you grew closer and closer to him and found yourself attending to him every time he was hurt.
During the signing of the Sokovia Accords, he was nowhere to be found. You grew more and more nervous after the fight at the Berlin Airport since everyone who was supporting Steve was suddenly jailed or forced to go under the radar. You continued questioning weeks later as you urged your boss, Tony, to tell you his whereabouts, for his information, something that would tell you he was okay.
“I don’t know, Y/N, why do you keep asking? He violated the accords, refused to sign it, harbored and trusted the man who killed my mom over me; he’s a fugitive of the government. Not a man you want to cross paths with again.” You could hear how tired he was about talking on the subject of Steve as he turned to you. “Any status updates on Rhodey?”
You sighed, opening the tablet next to you. “Nothing really new… he’s going to survive, but he’s partially paralyzed from the waist down. Nothing your tech can’t fix…” Tony looked a bit nervous, “... and nothing he can’t get through. He’s been through hell and back in his lifetime, I think he’ll be okay.”
“Is that your personal or professional standpoint? He needs to be okay.”
“Calm down Tony, geez,” you smiled a little, watching his heart rate climb steadily on the monitor. “He’ll be okay.”
It was just days later when you were enjoying a latte at your favorite coffeehouse, which was pretty far from the compound. You loved your space, and you didn’t really feel like bumping into a bunch of coworkers every time you needed a bite to eat. Well, some coworkers were acceptable.
As you sat in the back, you noticed a figure walking towards you. Usually, no one came to the back, but your face lit up when you realized who it was.
“Sam?” you whispered as he placed a finger over his lips. He smiled and took the seat opposite of yours, facing away from the rest of the shop.
“Y/N, long time no see!”
“You could say that…. Where have you all been?”
He sighed, sitting back in the chair. “Everywhere and nowhere at the same time. Can’t be in one place for too long, it’s getting tiring.”
You nodded a little. “I can’t even imagine. How’s Bucky, and, uh… Steve?”
“Bucky’s over in Wakanda, under the ice again. Can’t say I blame him though, the man can’t even trust his own mind. He’ll be fine.” Sam shifts a bit in his seat. “Steve, on the other hand... requested your help.”
“Oh my- is he okay?” you asked, your eyes wide.
Sam chuckles, nodding his head. “Yes, yes, he’s fine. He wants you on the team.”
And just like that, you were under the Captain’s orders. You smashed your phone the second you stepped out of the coffee shop, according to Sam’s orders. The second you did, you were officially on the run.
You were the only nurse for the team, moving with them when they needed to abandon camp and making sure they were all patched up for the next fight. Usually, Sam needed more attention than Steve or Natasha, but you still spent most of your time around Steve.
The two of you were inseparable. You were Steve’s girl, and Sam talked about the way Steve wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. As soon as each of you got pardoned, you would start a new life.
Until all of it, in an instant, was snapped away.
You were still at base camp when it happened. Steve, Nat, and Sam were no longer on the run; they had given up their whereabouts to help the rest of the ‘Avengers,’ if you could even call them that, to defeat Thanos. You stayed back, still undercover, but you were keeping close watch and ear on the two.
You listened in on Sam’s suit, hearing the static suddenly. “Sam?” you heard Rhodey say from a distance, and you were incredibly confused.
You switched the signal to Steve’s suit, and he was breathing very heavily. “Steve?” you heard Bucky faintly say, and before you could hear anything else, you felt your body slipping away from me. You were dust, and a few moments too late, Steve’s voice rang through the radio, frantic and scared.
“Y/N? Are you there? Y/N, pick up!”
Five years later, you woke in the same spot. The same base camp, now abandoned in the middle of New England. It had been a moment to you, and you looked at the radio. You tried to contact Steve, Sam, Nat, even Tony, but no one was picking up.
Making your way into the city with the only imperishables you had left, you realized you hadn’t been the only one. The world was in chaos because half of all humans had disappeared. You were one of them. Where was Steve?
You finally reached the compound, a ring of orange sparks suddenly forming as you tried opening the door. Peter Parker, or ‘Spideyboy’ according to Sam, popped out
“Y/N! Just who I was looking for, M-Mr. Stark needs to see you,” he said frantically, pulling you through the portal. He was in the suit Tony made for him, his nose bleeding and his eyes red from tears. You were incredibly confused.
When he pulled you through, you were at Tony’s funeral. People who you had cured, people who you fought with, people who you fought against, and people who you frankly didn’t recognize stood around you. You stood with Bucky, Sam, and Wanda off to the side, watching the arc reactor float away into the distance. You knew life would never be the same again.
You didn’t get the chance to talk to Steve much. Before you could even greet him, he was already about to put the stones back.
Bucky brought you back to Tony’s cabin as he did, but you didn’t see Steve come back. Now, just months later, he was back.
But he brought someone with him from the 40s.
You forced a smile as the happy couple walked into the reception room. You had survived an entire wedding being one of her bridesmaids; she told you she didn’t have any friends in the 21st century, and Steve insisted.
There you were, dressed in a gorgeous shade of pink next to Sharon and Nat. Watching the love of your life get married to the girl he told you not to worry about. The girl who he had said he had moved on from. This doesn’t look like moving on, Steve.
But Peggy looked so happy as she walked hand in hand with him, waving to all of the guests. You didn’t feel any hatred towards her; only jealousy filled you as she took a seat next to her husband. You knew they had history, but you kept reminding yourself that Steve never said goodbye. He just left.
“You look like you need a hug,” you heard a voice say behind you, a hand resting on your shoulder. You had been staring at the program for a few minutes as you sat in your seat. The rest of your friends at your table had gotten up to dance, especially after the song requests Sam put in. All except Peter Parker.
You sat back a little to look up at him. “I think I need a little more than a hug,” you sighed, setting down the piece of paper.
He nodded, looking to the side. “Maybe a drink? The idiots are doing an open bar, we might as well take advantage.”
You smiled at that, nodding. “I’d like that.” You stood with him, walking over to the bar just opposite the dance floor. Sam eyed you and motioned for you to come dance, but you turned it down for now. You turned to look at the bartender. “Old fashioned, if you wouldn’t mind.”
“Make that two,” Peter told him before taking a seat next to you. “So I know you know Cap, but I don’t really remember how. Mr. Stark might have mentioned it to me, but you’ll have to remind me.”
If you did, you wouldn’t be bringing it up. “He and I go way back,” you sighed, realizing Parker hadn’t been on the team in the days of Ultron. “I started as a nurse for the Avengers, but then he needed me after he became a fugitive. We dated, but then I got snapped.” You paused, not wanting to bring down the mood. “Peggy, though, is amazing. I’m happy to just be here with her, as her bridesmaid, I hope she’s having a good time,” you lied right through your teeth. You internally wished more.
But Peter could feel it. He could feel how you were feeling that you were upset. “No you don’t,” he chuckled, taking a sip when the bartender returned with the drinks. “And you have every right to be jealous. He had five years to move on, you’ve had, what, a few months? Give yourself some credit, but don’t let them ruin the night.”
“How can I? Steve’s over there, kissing her, being happy, while I’m -”
His lips cut you off, and you smiled a little as you felt his hands grip your arms. He was eager, eager to try and dissolve your thoughts of Steve. You did for a few moments, enjoying his lips against yours as he kissed you back. Your hand running through his soft brown hair, his body moving closer to you. You could taste the whiskey on his lips.
As he pulled away, he tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. “While you’re kissin’ me.”
You were about to lean in for another when you felt a hand grab yours, and you were yanked from the bar. Sam was practically dragging you away. “Spidey, really? You could do so much better!”
You rolled your eyes as you tried to pull away, and you smiled as you saw Peter laughing. “Have fun, Y/N!” he called to you, picking up his drink and walking away from the bar.
“Sam, stop!” you were laughing now, finally releasing yourself from his grip.
“Dance with us, Y/N, let loose a little!” Sam was loving the tracks he had requested, and even Bucky was feeling the rhythm with you.
“I will, I will... Just let me just go finish my drink. Look, Peter isn’t anywhere near there! I gotta have something strong in my system.”
They reluctantly obliged, watching you walk back over to your old-fashioned. Right below it on the bar was a small sticky note, scribbled with writing.
Coat closet, five minutes.
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“i took Bucky out to the theme park and we’ve just got back. I think it’s safe to say Alpine missed their daddy. They haven’t let go of Buck’s arm all night” -Sam Wilson AKA Captain America via his instagram.
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there are times when a pair of characters are just so wonderful together that i decide i don't care whether they end up romantically/sexually involved, but they are each other's person and any love interest that gets in the way of it risks my goddamn wrath
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“look at me and my birdboy. He took me out to a theme park today for our anniversary. He said that i’d love all the rides, don’t tell him this but he’s still my favourite ride” -Bucky Barnes via Instagram.
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When you feel weak, let me be your strength
Sam, slightly injured during a mission, is going through a moment of doubt. But Bucky is there to take care of him.
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1427 words - Rating G
Bucky felt Sam roll over next to him several times.
Until finally, Sam sat down on the edge of the bed with a heavy sigh.
"Sam? You can't sleep?"
"It's mostly that I can't find the right position." He sighed and reluctantly continued, "because of the pain."
This simple admission showed Bucky how much Sam trusted him. Sam never complained.
At the beginning of their relationship, getting Sam to open up about his pain was like pulling teeth. His lover was so used to relying only on himself, being strong for others, taking care of others, that he took it all on himself and forgot about his own self. But Bucky was there now.
"May I see?" asked Bucky softly.
He knew that during his last mission, Sam had been hit by a rock that had come off a cliff and hit him in mid-air, and even though his armor was reinforced with vibranium-a requirement of Bucky’s who had literally begged Shuri-it didn't stop him from feeling the shock.
"What? What do you want to see? That I'm not a super soldier like you? That I can't take a beating without getting hurt?" Sam questioned him bitterly.
But Bucky didn't let Sam's defiant tone deter him, he kept his composure, put everything he felt into his eyes and said softly, as if he was talking to a scared animal, "Show me Sam, please."
They stayed like that for a few moments. Bucky was unimpressed by the dark looks Sam was giving him and continued to stare at him in the same way until with a sigh of defeat, Sam gave in.
Although reluctant, he lifted his shirt and Bucky held his breath at the extent of the bruise. No wonder Sam was having trouble sleeping. It stretched from the top of his shoulder to his ribs and back again.
Bucky decided that if his lover wouldn't take care of himself, then he was going to do it for him.
He stood up, kissed Sam lightly on the forehead and said, still in the same gentle tone, "Stay like that, I'll be right back."
He went into the bathroom and Sam heard him rummaging through the drawers until he came back with a tube of cream that Sam recognized as a pain remedy. Bucky studied the bruise for a second, trying to figure out what to do so that Sam would suffer as little as possible and then said, "Lie down on your stomach, I'll apply some cream."
Sam huffed and said, "Bucky, there's no need, it will go away. You don't need to worry."
"Sorry, but I can't. I'm your husband, it's my duty to worry about you. It's the direct consequence of my love, deal with it."
Bucky put a finger on his lip and continued, as gently as ever, "Hush Doll now, let me take care of you. I know it's not easy, I know you don't like to feel weak, but I told you before, here with me there is no Captain America, no expectations of the outside world. Just Sam Wilson and his husband Bucky Barnes who takes care of him after a difficult mission. So try to let go, I'll take care of everything ok?"
"Okay." Sam did as Bucky asked. He was never able to resist him anyway, Bucky having shown him time and time again that he was more than capable of taking care of himself. Sam's bravado was just his last defense to keep himself from letting go and they both knew it.
Once Sam was on his stomach, Bucky straddled his thighs. He opened the tube of cream, took a dab and warmed it in his hands before starting to apply it to Sam's skin.
Sam flinched slightly.
Bucky stopped immediately and asked him, "Am I hurting you?"
"No, on the contrary." To emphasize his point, Sam put his hands along his body, his shoulders completely relaxed
Bucky, reassured, continued to apply the cream and then massage the rest of Sam's back, loosening all the cramped muscles. Keeping the touch light though so as not to increase the pain.
"Bucky... actually it wasn't just the pain that was keeping me awake." said Sam softly in a slightly broken voice after a few moments.
"Hm? What else?"
Bucky knew this was coming, it wasn't the first time, so he just listened.
"I'm trained, I'm not afraid to get into the fight when I have to, but sometimes I... "
He paused, as if he didn't dare continue his sentence or had trouble putting into words what he was feeling.
Bucky continued his massage and simply asked, "But sometimes you what Sam?"
"Sometimes I'm afraid of being too confident, of getting carried away by the power of this shield. And when I got hit by that stone, the pain I felt on the impact, I realized that without the shield and the armor, I was just mortal. And I was scared for the first time in a long time, I felt the same shock as when Riley had been hit in mid-air by the rocket. I wondered if I had not let myself be carried away by the feeling of omnipotence that the armor and the shield gave me. I wondered if I was able to keep going. "
Bucky lay down next to Sam, turning him so that he could wrap his arms around him while being careful not to put pressure on his bruise.
Then he began to whisper against his hair, "Just because you ask that kind of question, I can tell you that yes Sam you are still capable of doing it. Did you get carried away? So what? It happens to everyone. It took a rock to make you realize that but I know you Sam, you're an extremely lucid person, - well not always about your own needs-, so you would have seen it sooner or later. But to get so carried away that you forget your responsibilities? No Sam, I'm sure of that.The proof is in your reluctance to take the shield 10 years ago, you didn't jump on it, you didn't believe that the shield was everything. You chose to take on the Captain America costume fully aware of the weight of that responsibility and you still wear it today in the same way. You are human Sam, you are allowed to stumble. You're allowed to have doubts."
"But I'm supposed to..." Bucky cut him off gently.
"Hey Sam, having a moment of doubt or weakness is not being weak. It's what you do with it that determines that. And I already know you're going to turn this into a stepping stone to move forward. You're not supposed to be anything. And never forget that you're not the only one with these responsibilities, even if you're the one in the spotlight. There's Sarah and the kids, Joaquin, Rhodey, Peter -don't roll your eyes, I know you love him- me-"
"Haha and yes there is also the most supportive of all, Alpine."
Sam smiled, as Alpine jumped on the bed and lay against his belly, feeling he needed comfort.
After kissing Sam on the neck, Bucky whispered softly," So now you'll get some sleep, we'll enjoy this weekend of rest and I promise you that with hindsight, you'll see things differently."
"What if I don't?" asked Sam, the doubt still lingering in him a little.
Bucky placed his hands on Sam's head and began to make hypnotic circles with his fingertips.
"Then you'll consider other options, we'll consider other options together and if that means hanging up the Cap's outfit for a while, then that's what you'll do and I'll support you whatever your decision is. Anything is possible, Sam. Anything is possible for you. But we're not there yet, so try to get some sleep sweetheart."
"Hm Bucky, I don't know what I would do without you."
"That darling, we don't need to know, I have no intention of leaving.
As Bucky massaged his head, Sam gradually felt the fears, the questions disappear, letting a restful sleep take over.
It was only when he felt Sam's breathing take on a regular, deep rhythm that Bucky surrendered and fell asleep as well.
Tomorrow everything would be better.
Tomorrow there would be no mission, no fight, just the two of them, preparing for another tomorrow.
After tomorrow, this time, it might be Bucky who would need Sam.
After tomorrow and forever, only one truth would remain unchanged: Each of them was the other's safe place.
I hope you enjoyed it 🥰
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what is best, will always hurt
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Music to my eyes 
Pairing: Single dad!Bucky Barnes x reader. (Modern day AU)
Summary: As a simple worker at a record store, there’s so much you want to do in life yet, which doesn’t involve a serious relationship and much less a relationship with a guy who’s a father. Once you meet Bucky Barnes you’re not sure you can live up to that anymore.
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Dead silence filled the room as he stared at her with eyes that glistened with tears that threatened to roll down his cheek; he could only think of the tiny creature that slept on the crib in the other room and how scary the thought of being alone with her was.
“James, it will only be two months, in two months, I’ll be right here, holding her again.” She explained, wiping a tear from the corner of her eye.
“But she’s still so young, how am I going to manage on my own, Ally? Are you sure it’s only going to be two months?” He frowned and pursed his lips as he managed to swallow his tears.
“I swear, I’ll be back before you know it, you’re a great dad, you were great since the pregnancy, okay? I’ll be checking in on you, making sure you’re doing alright. And you can call me anytime as well, even if there’s a time difference.” She caressed his arm as she gave him a small smile, and that softened his expression, too.
“Alright, I’ll do my best.” He sniffed and nodded, and she hugged him tightly as she stood up to start packing.
Ally had gotten a job in Germany, only across the ocean from her newborn baby and the father of her child. Bucky was too scared to be left alone with the baby, even if two months didn’t sound as terrible. He didn’t know the first thing about being a father, he had to stay at his job in the hospital and look for a temporary babysitter, at least. The thought of a stranger taking care of his baby girl was horrifying but he really had no choice, since Ally had already made hers.
Bucky even helped Ally pack her things and be ready for her trip, and he even let her take Sarah’s favorite stuffed animal for Ally to remember her by.
Two days later, Bucky was dropping Ally off at the airport, holding Sarah in his arms as she reached out her little arm to grab her mom’s hair one last time. Ally kissed her cheek as a tear rolled down hers, and then she locked gazes with Bucky as he stared with saddened eyes at her, hoping that two months went by fast.
“We’ll be alright.” He said in, lowly, with a slight nod. Ally had nothing else to say and she walked into the airport, leaving Bucky and Sarah behind. It’s only going to be two months, Bucky thought, she’ll be back in no time.
Bucky’s heart slowly broke as he realized that Ally stopped calling after three weeks, as well as picking up his calls. He knew none of them were ready to have a baby but he always thought that it was men who usually walked away from their responsibility, not the other way around. He knew how freaked out Ally had been during the pregnancy, because he’d felt like that, too, but the second he laid eyes on Sarah’s eyes, blue as his, he knew he wasn’t going anywhere. He wished that had happened to Ally, too, but he guessed the “parent” thing is not for everyone.
The only thing that made Bucky feel good about Ally basically ditching them was that Sarah was so young that she wouldn’t remember who her mother had been or what she looked like, and he knew he would tell her some story when she was old enough. He didn’t want to lie to her, but the truth was so painful, how her mother walked away from her as if she meant nothing.
Since then, Bucky’s been protecting his heart, and most importantly, Sarah’s. No girl he’s ever tried to date has met Sarah, at least not as his date. He’s been alright with Sarah, at least financially he’s had no problem, but every time he has to leave her with a babysitter, his heart tightens in his chest thinking how nobody will ever love her as he does. He’s tried really hard not to attach too much to a woman, he’s been too scared to get hurt or to get Sarah hurt.
So, when he met you, he was trying to do the same, he was trying to take things slow and think about all the “pros and cons” of his relationship with you, but when he saw how you treated his kid, when you weren’t even starting a relationship, he knew there was something about you that he couldn’t let go off. The rocky start that you had, the insecurity of letting you into his life and how overwhelmed you felt by knowing that being a part of his was a lot to take in; it was all worth it when you had that magical night at Steve’s wedding, and it all seemed to fall into place.
Since the wedding you’ve been living in a reality that seems so foreign. The morning after the wedding Bucky and you went to have breakfast at a small café near the hotel, trying to avoid seeing anyone else until you both decided that what happened the night before was something real. You took a shower and you both wore the spare clothes you’d brought the night before.
As you walked out of the hotel, Bucky was quick to take your hand in his, gently tangling his fingers with yours. You looked up at him and your smiles widened in synch as you walked slowly to the café. It’s like time had stopped, or as if you had all the time in the world that day. Bucky made it really hard for you to even eat your food and drink your coffee, as he peppered you with kisses, some quick pecks on your lips and some on your cheeks as you smiled at him. You were on the clouds.
“Didn’t know you were so fond of PDA’s.” You teased him with a smirk, making him chuckle.
“I didn’t think I was but you and I have missed so much time together, I wanna make up for it.” He said with resting his chin on his fist over the table.
“So, we’re really gonna do this, right? The whole…dating thing.” You narrowed your eyes, afraid you’d pushed him too hard into giving you an answer.
He chuckled and a wider smile adorned his face, “There’s nothing I want more, doll.” He put his hand over yours and gave it a gentle squeeze.
“I never understood what the problem was, you fell for him the second you laid eyes on him.” Sam shrugs as you’re talking about how you and Bucky finally worked things out.
“It wasn’t that easy, you know, he’s got Sarah.” You replied as you did the awfully boring paperwork for the store. “I just…I just couldn’t lose him because I was too scared.”
“Yeah, the sparks in your eyes say as much.” He teases you, making you hit his arm playfully. “Don’t be so aggressive, just stating the facts here.” He holds up his hands in defense. “So was the wedding night everything you hoped for?” He quirks up an eyebrow, as if you didn’t know what he was talking about.
You chuckle and bite your cheek as you try to find a rather decent answer. “It was more than that, you know.” He immediately widens his eyes, faking surprise. “You idiot.” You shake your head in disbelief and both of you are distracted by the store’s bell ringing, and your face lights up at the sight of Bucky wearing his black scrubs, probably your favorite view.
“Speaking of the devil!” Sam exclaims, loud as usual, making both you and Bucky throw death stares at him.
“You were talking about me, huh?” Bucky says as he approaches the counter and leans over to kiss your lips briefly.
“Well, you know how Sam’s gotten a bit jealous since now I’m taking all your attention.” You reply as Bucky lets himself in to your side of the counter. Sam laughs at that as he continues organizing the records that just came in, and Bucky is quick to give his input,
“Sam, you should’ve known that it would happen someday.” He says as he puts his arm around you, resting his hand on your waist, pulling you closer to him.
“Buck, this has just arrived, thought you’d want it.” You say as you show him The Man who sold the world, with the British cover, in perfect condition.
“Oh my God!” He says as his eyes widen, and he takes it with no hesitation. “Of course I want it! Thanks!” He says, and he gives you a long kiss on the cheek, making your heart flip twice in your chest.
“Yeah, good selling strategy, Y/N! Offer every single record to your boyfriend and we’ll be millionaires in no time!” Sam adds, making you and Bucky laugh, and he enters the office at the back of the store.
“He’s got a point.” Bucky shrugs. “Hey, wanna have lunch together?” He says, turning to see you.
“Sure, do you want Sam to come along or is it just the two of us?” You murmur so Sam doesn’t overhear you and feels uncomfortable.
“Nah, he can come.” Bucky shrugs. “But he can’t come on dinner dates, that’s like a rule.” He jokes, making you chuckle.
“Oh, we’re setting rules now?” You quirk up an eyebrow in amusement, wrapping your arms around his neck.
“Hell yeah we are, how are we gonna make this work if we don’t?” He smiles, pecking your lips as he puts his arms around you, too.
“I’m okay with that.” You nod. “Hey, how’s Sarah?”
“She’s okay, a bit reluctant to go to school today but who isn’t?” He makes you chuckle. “Are you ready to go or do you need more time?”
“No, I’m good.” You shrug. “Sam! Are you coming for lunch?” You exclaim so he can hear you to the other side of the store.
“Wait, are you not going to ditch me now that you’re dating?” Sam says, nearly running out of the office and drawing his hand to his chest in surprise. You both laugh at him as he strolls towards you.
“What do you mean ditch you? We just agreed that you’re only banned from dinner dates.” You reply as Bucky lets go of you and you grab your bag and walk to the other side of the counter again.
“Alright, fair enough.” He holds up his hands in surrender.
The three of you make your way to have lunch together, and everything seems to be exactly how it should be. You’ve come to your favorite place in the city, where you can eat right outside the restaurant and it even gives away some Parisian vibes. Bucky sits beside you, and Sam sits across from you, and he can’t hide his amusement as he notices how Bucky can’t take his hands off you. He’s constantly playing with your hair, caressing your neck as you speak, putting his hand over your thigh and squeezing it gently. None of it goes unnoticed by you as you keep glancing at him with a small smile and even a slight blush.
“So, is he always this touchy or is just with me?” You ask Sam, teasing Bucky and staring at him as he hides his face in his hand in embarrassment.
“Oh no, definitely just with you. It’s totally new to me.” Sam jokes, and you both laugh as Bucky takes a sip of his drink, failing at hiding his blushed cheeks.
“Good to know.” You nod and take his hand in yours, giving him a smile to reassure him how much you enjoy his little displays of affection.
You order and enjoy having lunch with your best friend and your boyfriend. It’s been a week since the wedding and Bucky decided three days ago that he didn’t have a problem putting tags on what you were, in fact, he wanted to because he was so sure of his feelings and of what he wanted with you that he had absolutely nothing to think through.
The three of you walked back to the store, Bucky had to get back to work and Sam and you couldn’t leave the store closed any longer. As you stopped to unlock the door, Bucky grabbed your hand, making you turn around to see him.
“What’s wrong?” You frowned, and he waited for Sam to enter the store.
“Nothing,” He shook his head, but the way he played with your fingers made you believe otherwise. “I just…wanted to know if…you wanted to…come over today after work…and stay the night.” He pressed his lips and his gaze softened as you smiled at him, already giving him the answer he wanted.
“I’d love that, Buck.” You reach up to caress his cheek, and then you give him a long, soft kiss, leaving his lips red and swollen, curved up in a crooked smile. He swears his heart stopped with that kiss, it was much more, it reassured him how easy things are with you, and how it’s his turn to trust you, too, and to give you his heart completely.
“See you later, then.” He adds, winking at you.
Back at your apartment, you’re getting ready to head to Bucky’s place as you said you would. You tried to ignore the nerves that threatened to wreck you tonight and managed to think of how great this night could be. After deciding to pack lightly, the obvious choice since it was only for one night, you took your bag and started getting ready. You felt like a teenager before her first sleepover, but it didn’t matter, you wanted to spend as much time as you could with Bucky, and if that meant staying at his place at this rather early point of your relationship, then it would be more than okay for you.
Your phone buzzing distracted you, but you quickly relaxed as you saw Bucky’s name on the screen, with a heart emoji right beside it.
“Hey, you.” You said, already smiling from ear to ear.
“Hey, doll. Are you still at work?”
“No, I came to my place to grab some stuff before heading to yours.”
“What do you mean heading to my place? I’ll pick you up, okay?”
“Buck, you don’t even know where I live.” You joke, chuckling.
“Not a problem, text me the address and I’ll be there.” You can hear his smile through the phone and you agree to do that, and he tells you he’ll be there in 30 minutes. Which gives you plenty of time to take a shower and finish getting ready.
Like clockwork, Bucky buzzes into your apartment within 30 minutes, and you tell him you’ll be right down. Your heartbeat accelerates with every number the elevator counts down, and you bite your lip, risking cutting it with your teeth. The moment you step outside your building, your face lights up as you see Bucky wearing a sweatshirt, his scrubs underneath and he’s holding two cups of coffee.
“Hey.” You say as you step closer to him and reach up to kiss him.
“Hi, sweetheart.” He kisses you again. “Thought you’d want some coffee.” He adds, holding up the cup in the space between the two of you.
“And aren’t you always right about what I want.” You shake your head in disbelief, taking the cup. “Thanks.” You kiss his cheek and you make your way to his car. He’s quick to take your bag and put it in the trunk after opening the door for you, and as cheesy as it all feels, it makes your stomach twist in excitement. It’s been a while since you last had a relationship that made you feel so safe and comfortable around someone.
You climb into Bucky’s car, remembering that night some months ago where he wanted to give you a ride home and you didn’t let him, for both of your sakes, and it makes you wonder what things would have been like if you’d just say yes that time. You were so focused on pushing him away that you missed so much.
“Hey.” He says, making you look at him since you were distracted looking through the window. “Everything okay? Do you not want to go tonight?” He says, placing his hand over your thigh.
“Oh! No! I’m good,” You chuckle. “I just remembered something.” You give him a reassuring smile. “I—there’s nothing else I’d rather do tonight.” You put your hand over his and he gives you a crooked smile before turning his eyes back on the road.
You get to his loft and everything feels just like home, like you’ve been here a thousand times before; he lets you in first, and you wait for him as he closes the door and leaves his coat on the hanger. As familiar as this feels, you’re still hesitant about whether you should really make yourself at home or just wait for Bucky to give you a green light about everything.
“Hey, um…” You clear your throat and he puts his hand at the small of your back, giving you a puzzled look. “Where’s….Sarah?”
“She’s at Steve’s, I…asked him and Peggy if they could look after her tonight….” He offers you a lopsided grin, as if he felt insecure about what he’s saying. You chuckle and when he sees your relaxed expression, he chuckles, too.
“You had this all planned out.” You bite your lip in amusement.
“Of course I did, we’ve been waiting for this long enough.” You simply nod and he gestures for you to head to the living room, where you see he’s prepared some blankets, extra pillows, and he’s cleared the coffee table for whatever food you’ll be having.
“Look at this! It’s like the perfect movie night!”
“I was going for that, actually.” You glance at him with a smile. “What are you in the mood for? Chinese? Pizza?”
“Pizza will do, and some popcorn, too!” You exclaim as a kid, and he chuckles with his blushed cheeks as he nods.
“Your wish is my command.” He shakes his head in disbelief. He takes your hand, making you turn to see him. “Make yourself at home, okay? He draws his hand to your neck, and leans over to kiss you softly, making you smile at him.
“I will.” You nod and he walks to the kitchen to grab some drinks as you make yourself comfortable on his living room. You smile as you notice how well prepared all this evening was, he had placed your favorite blanket on the couch, on the side of the couch that you usually prefer. You sit there, and send Sam a quick text telling him how excited you are for tonight and that you’ll tell him everything as soon as possible. He replies with some emojis, teasing you obviously and you laugh. Bucky walks in and asks what you’re laughing about and you tell him how Sam is responsible, as usual. You lock your phone and put it in your purse, as Bucky sits beside you, handing you a glass of wine.
“Fancy, aren’t we?” You tell him with a smile on your face.
“Just trying to rise to the occasion.” He nods, clinking his glass with yours. You smile at him and for a moment, and then for the rest of the night, you forget about the world and whatever made you insecure around him at all. And as excited as you were about the turn out of tonight, you decide to relish in every little moment and every second you can share with him, without worrying about later, or tomorrow, or the future.
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You felt almost slightly nervous as you walked into the nightclub. You weren’t used to dressing up and looking glam so it was a little out of your comfort zone. You looked great, though, you knew you did. You felt good and you knew that you looked good.
Bucky had text you telling you he was near the front of the club so as you weaved your way through the copious amounts of sweating bodies, your eyes landed on Sam Wilson and then Bucky Barnes. Sam saw you first, raising his eyebrows, smirking and saying something to Bucky. Oh, god.
Bucky turned to you, glass raising to his mouth, but when he saw you he stood straighter, hand slowly falling from his mouth without so much as taking a sip, “Wow,” he murmured as you stopped in front of you, “You look... wow.”
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‘yes this is my boyfriend reading to our cat, Bucky says it’s not as good as The Hobbit but Alpine seems to be loving it. It’s moments like this i know I’m happy’ -Sam Wilson AKA Captain America. via his instagram last night.
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When Sam and Bucky find themselves caught in the middle of some heavily armed artillery, Sam shields them both with his wings. As it turns out, they're stuck there for a while, almost nose to nose, just waiting for the bad guys to run out of bullets. And Sam's arms are getting tired.
(I seriously can't believe I've never posted this one here before!)
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Okay, it's official people. We have a title! BIG thanks to @krymson182 for the fantastic suggestion of 'Mutual Therapy'. It fits perfectly and I absolutely love it!!
Anyway - I hope this chapter isn't trash.
"Just give it some thought."
Those words wrapped themselves around her brain for the past few days. She was constantly thinking about the possibility of joining their investigation but then rejecting the idea.
She was lying on her sofa with her legs over the back and head hanging from the seat. She's been here since she called the office for a week off - which was 2 hours ago, switching positions now and again. Yeah, it was sudden, but it's been a long time coming. Work had become so suffocating since the blip, and it was starting to become illegal for all the time she had for holidays.
Y/N looked at her watch and groaned while she moved into a sitting position. She got up from her sofa slowly, walked into the kitchen, opened the fridge door, and got the leftover pasta. The re-usable wrap was tossed on the island, and the tray swiftly shoved into a lukewarm oven. Y/N looked around her apartment and sighed; she hated how clinical it was. No touch of personality or quirks, only some family photos and a plant or two. Maybe that's what I could do during this week off? She thought to herself. She pushed off from the bench and walked over to a stereo in the corner of the living room. Her phone lit up on the bar as the Bluetooth connected to the stereo, and 'One of These Nights' by the Eagles started playing. Her hands went up to begin air-guitaring with the riff at the beginning.
"Ooh, someone to be kind to in between the dark and the light." She sang and moved around the room.
"I've been searching for the daughter of the Devil himself. I've been searching for an angel in white." She sings as the air guitar continues.
As she was dancing or walking with style? There was a sudden knock at the door, and the song changed to 'Rebel Yell' by Billy Idol. Y/N continued to hum as she walked towards the door and opened it to see the two men she really didn't want to perceive at the moment.
As Billy was singing in the background, Sam waved slightly with a slight smile on his face.
"Hey. Just thought we would check-in."
Y/N's eyes switched between the two men. "What do you guys want?"
Sam gulped slightly. "We were in the neighbourhood and thought we'd come to visit you."
Bucky huffed, and Sam elbowed him in the side.
"Isn't that right, Bucky?" Asked Sam with a tense tone.
Y/N sighed. "Do you guys want to come in?" She asked.
"Sure." Replied Sam.
Y/N moved out of the way and shut the door accordingly after both men were inside. The next song came on, and she reached over to turn down the volume on her phone. She looked back to see the two men standing awkwardly in her living room. Her right eyebrow lifted in amusement, and she put her hand out to gesture towards the chairs.
"You guys want to sit down?"
Sam and Bucky looked at each other and nodded in unison as they sat down on the couch. Y/N moved to sit in the one lounge chairs across from them.
"I love Carole King." Stated Sam as he tapped his knee with his hand awkwardly.
Y/N nodded in agreement. "So - what's up?"
Bucky took a deep breath as he sat back on the couch and scratched the side of his face slightly.
"Bucky said that he hadn't seen you at work." Stated Sam.
"Yeah, I took some time off."
Sam made an 'O' shape with his mouth and nodded. "That explains that then."
"Sorry I hadn't called. I've just been thinking about it."
Sam put his hand out and shook it. "No, it's fine. It's a big decision - no need to rush!"
Y/N smiled slightly.
Bucky looked around the apartment as the two spoke awkwardly. He felt a nudge in his side and looked over in Sam's direction. Sam was looking at him with this crazy look in his eyes.
"Why the hell are you looking at me like that."
Sam furrowed his eyebrows and coughed as he gestured his head towards Y/N's direction. He rolled his eyes slightly.
"Sam was wondering if you wanted to go on a 'test-drive' per se."
"I WAS NOT WONDERING - WE WERE WONDERING TOGETHER." Stated Sam defensively.
Y/N was trying not to smile at the awkwardness between the two. "I don't know."
"It won't be much! Just some drills and other stuff." Said Sam.
"I haven't been out on the field in years." Y/N sunk into her seat slightly.
"That's fine! We can just run through some basics - but it's up to you."
Y/N nodded, and then the timer on the oven went off. She looked over and got up. "Sorry, just a second."
Sam nodded, and Bucky just looked as she walked off. Y/N got the leftovers from the oven and set the pan on a wooden cutting board on the kitchen island. She got some plates out from the top cupboard with a stool. She placed them next to the board and continued to get utensils and cups.
"You guys want some?" She asked towards the two men sitting on her sofa.
"Uh- sure." Sam got up and dragged Bucky with him. They both stood to the side as she was plating.
"Is that enough, or would you like more?" She asked.
"Oh, that's plenty - thank you." Replied Sam and smiled at her.
Y/N smiled back, "What about you, Bucky?"
Bucky nodded, "Perfect, thanks."
"You guys want water, juice, beer?"
"A beer would be great." Said Sam, and Bucky nodded in unison.
"Sure. You guys can sit anywhere." Replied Y/N as she stuck her head into the fridge.
Bucky and Sam sat down at the small table in the kitchen corner next to the windows. Y/N came back with two beers and a glass of water and placed them in their spots as she sat down.
"You guys should have started - you didn't have to wait for me."
"Happy to wait. Thank you for your hospitality." Said Sam.
"No issue, it's better to eat with others than by yourself." She replied.
There they were, the three of them sitting and eating together. All awkwardness had dissipated, and the casual conversation continued throughout the meal with comments about Y/N's cooking.
The eating had finished for quite some time now; Sam and Y/N were laughing at a joke that was told a few seconds earlier. Bucky sat in his chair, smiling to himself.
"Do you guys want another beer?" She asked.
"Oh no, it's okay. Thank you, though." Replied Sam.
Bucky nodded, "I'm good too."
Y/N smiled. "Okay - I'll just wash these plates."
As she was getting up, Bucky stood up and collected the plates. "It's alright. I'll do them."
"It's okay." He said with a smile as he walked towards the sink with all three plates and empty glasses in his hands.
"Th-thank you." Y/N sat back down slowly.
There was a break for silence.
"I'm sorry for bombarding you a couple of days ago." Said Sam.
Y/N looked in his direction.
"I was just so desperate for answers."
"It's fine, I understand." She replied with a slight smile.
They both sat there for a second, looking out of the windows.
"I think I'll take you up on that 'test drive'." Said Y/N.
She nodded and crossed her legs. "Yeah, it may be good for me." Said Y/N as she played with the ring on her index finger.
Sam smiled, and as Bucky was washing the last dish, a small smile crept onto his face.
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The Avengers Reaction To You Slapping Them
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It happened quickly. One moment you were arguing over him doing something reckless and the next you knew he was cradling his cheek with his hand. He slowly looked at you, shock in his eyes. He said a small ‘ouch’ but nothing else and walked away. The tears obvious in his eyes.
After his head snapped over to the side he slowly looked back at you as your hand fell to your side. You showed no emotions as he gave a small laugh and smirked.
“Did you really think that would affect me darling?”
He looked at you. A look of confusion and disappointment written on his face.
“Obviously you need to calm down. I’ll come back later.”
He looked at you as if he was either going to murder you or start to cry. You didn’t even let him say anything as your stormed away.
She looked at you. Confusion and sadness written all over her. She felt hurt that you did that, but she was confused on why. But she didn’t say anything and just walked away from you. You didn’t see each other for about 2 weeks after that
She clicked her tongue on the top of her mouth and smirked at you. To be fair, she only had her reaction because she isn’t used to anyone slapping her. She usually did that.
“Well, if you wanted to do that, you should have just asked.”
He immediately took off his sunglasses when he snapped back to look at you. He held them at one end and pointed the other end at you.
His head snapped to the side. Quicker than you thought it would as he was a god. He looked back at you with a smile on his face and as usual, he made a small joke.
“My dear Y/N! That tickled! I liked that very much! Never much does it tickle when a person slaps me! Please do it again!”
His head slowly turned to look at you. He laughed lightly, a smirk landing on his lips.
“Well, I didn’t see that coming.”
He looked at you and scoffed, shaking his head.
“Is that the best you can do? No. I know you can slap harder than that now.”
He looked at you. Confused and concerned.
“D-did I do something bad?”
He didn’t look at you. He kept his head to the side, obviously trying to keep the Hulk in. After a few moment he looked at you. It was obvious that he was upset that you did something so reckless.
“If I hadn’t been able to control him and keep him in, we would be in a very very different situation Y/N.”
He laughed lightly as he looked back at you. A playful smile on his face. Obvious that he found that a joke.
“Now my dear Y/N, have you forgotten who my best friend is? Being slapped won’t affect me.”
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Hi! I am so so so so so sorry that I haven’t posted in a few days! I have always had severe stomach issues that had been getting better during covid and very recently they got bad again and I started my period a few days ago. So I have both stomach cramps from my period and my stomach issues, Those mixed together suck ass. But! On the brightside! I’m about to work on the rest of the SOUR posts and part 1 of House of WandaVision and I have these small headcannons for both the Avengers and X-Men.
Those headcannons being their reaction to you slapping them, their reaction to you kissing them for the first time, their reaction to you saying ‘I hate you’, and their reaction to you flinching when they raise their hand while in an argument.
So, hopefully by Friday I will be done with SOUR and the first part of House of WandaVision will be out!
OH! And my requests will be done! I almost forgot about those! I have like, three I need to do. Whoops
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Pennies on the Grave
As soon as Bucky stepped out of the hotel into the June morning, he made a moue of distaste. Just after seven, and the air already felt heavy and wet. It only made him hate Washington, D.C. even more than he already did. Too many reminders of who he used to be.
But he hadn't come here for himself.
He was here for Sam.
Bucky gazed over the vast rows of white, rectangular headstones, gleaming in the summer morning light getting his bearings, then veered left, heading for Section 60.
He counted softly to himself until he found the grave he'd come to see.
Lieutenant Riley Cox, USAF.
He slid his hand into his pocket and withdrew a small Pride flag rolled around a stick. Bucky crouched down and jammed the stick into the soil in front of the headstone, and let it unfurl, fluttering defiantly in the breeze.
'You don't know me,' he murmured. 'But I know Sam. Great guy.' Bucky sat down. 'One of the best, actually.' He ran a hand through his hair. 'He's got this drone. Calls it Redwing after you. Fucking hate it. Not because it's named after you. I mean what kind of asshole would I be if I resented that?' Bucky's nose crinkled. 'Redwing just tends to record a lot of embarrassing moments. Anyway…' He rubbed the back of his neck. 'I just came here to let you know that you don't have to worry about Sam. I've got his back.' A crooked grin tilted up the corner of Bucky's mouth. 'With him 'til the end of the line.' He got to his feet and slipped his hands into his pockets. 'So, uh… Good talk.'
He fished a penny from his pocket and gently set it on top of the headstone, then began to make the trek back across the bridge to his hotel.
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Sam: HELP! I TOLD BUCKY I’D COOK DINNER TONIGHT BUT I CAN’T COOK!
Y/n, pouring milk directly into the cereal bag: And you thought I could help?
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I've never really done something like this before so tell me if I need to tweak something, but this a thank you for 400 (and nearing 500 wtf?)
Also, if you have any request that doesn't use a prompt it's fine!
Characters I write for:
Anyone from MHA
Anyone from JJK
Anyone from Haikyuu
Anyone from MCU
What I don't write:
You love me?
You've lied before, how should I believe you now
Pretty? You think I'm pretty?
I burn for you, from when the sun sets to when the moon rises
Leave, please, before both of us hurt anymore
Can you please tell me a story before we sleep?
You're not pathetic, you're hurting
'Wanna bet a kiss?
Let me bandage that up for you
Don't think for a moment that I don't love you
You're my good luck charm
Hurt you? I never meant for you to hurt
I don't know what to do when you're out there, sleeping with someone else, making me seem like the fool
Please don't close your eyes, keep them open, for me, please
Thank you for making me smile
A game? Is that what all this is to you?
Forgive me, just one last time
You can't even look me in the face and you say you harbor feelings for me?
I never wanted this marriage! Then why the fuck are we here? Because you were the only one who made me happy! Then why do you say you don't love me? Because you've always been my closest friends, and I don't want to lose you (this works more for an arranged marriage)
You're in love with another? Aren't you?
You're not a monster, you've been lied to too many time
Hold my hand, please
This is the end, isn't it?
Goodbye, my love
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Could you do a Bucky/Reader fic for 16 on the smut prompts?
The intimacy of shaving
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader, Sam Wilson x Reader
Bucky Bingo Square: New haircut square
Characters: Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Sarah Wilson
Setting: three months after the end of Falcon and the Winter Soldier
Rating: M (Mature), E (explicit), NSFW, +18 only please
Warnings: fluff, angst, bickering, smut, oral female receiving, yearning, pining, unrequited love, smutty dreams, broken bones, mention of torture, Bucky’s old memories,
Word count: 10,800
Summary: Frustrated with being left behind, worry taking hold after finding out just a fraction of how bad your boys are. Making you start to search your feeling's for both men. Especially with the intimacy of giving Bucky a hair cut and shave. Unexpected emotions surface on all parts.
Notes: Sequel too “My own worse enemy," filling in a bingo square for #buckybingo and also an Anon request asking for smut prompt #16 “I’m going to die if you don’t let me cum.” Hope you don't mind me adding Sam into the mix sweetie. Also for my head cannon Sam uses Delacroix LA for his base of operation. Wanting to help take care of his family while taking on the mantle of Captain America. Hope you enjoyed doll.
Tag list’s: Are open
Forever’s: @jedi-mando @chickensarentcheap
Bucky Barnes list: @learisa @eclipses-and-moondust
Story list: @sammyissassy @feelmyroarrrr
Wearing a path from the kitchen to living room ignoring Sarah’s stare, thumb nail damn near nibbled to the bed with how much your chewing the poor abused finger. Cell phone pressed to your ear, listening to Sams deep baritone, “What’d ya mean three places Samuel? How the f-ing hell did you both managed to get so banged up?”
“Explanations will roll out once we touch down Y/N for now know at least he didn’t break his funny bone that’s still none existence,” glancing towards Bucky stretched out over the metal helo bench. Right arm in a sling snug to his body, thick plaster cast covering from mid bicep to mid palm, fingers still visible.
“I heard that and I do to have a sense of humor just not your brand of stupid jokes bird brain,” deep voice unmistakably Bucky’s catching a wobble in the cadence not there when last they spoke.
Swiping a hand over your face wanting to kill them both for leaving you behind. Plans to do just that forming in your mind while snarking, “Remind me again why exactly you chose to leave me behind?”
Staying home you could’ve possibly worked with, the unknown danced on your nerves more than you’d give credit to. Having grown even closer to both men over the last six months, always brushing those pesky feelings and thoughts away that surface during weak moments of worry or sleep.
“To dangerous and I’m not arguing with you on those semantics it’s bad enough cyborg got the shit beaten out of him,” quickly pulling the phone from his ear at the high pitched sound from down the line. Forgetting a moment your attachment to both men, “You finished?”
Low growl in answer, biting off the curses you wish to fling at both Captain America and the Winter Soldier. “Don’t worry you’re in for it once you get home. ETA?” Checking the watch strapped to your left wrist, “I’ll come pick y’all up, gotta stop in town for supplies anyway.”
“No worries my trucks at base I’ll get Buck and myself home.” Glancing at his watch, “Landing in about two hours, think you can grab a couple of Miss Bridgette’s pecan pies?”
Too many years working with that man not to know what he likes, “For the shit you and Barnes pulled get your own pie man.” Soft chuckles lets you know Sarah heard you. Eyes locking with her’s for a moment seeing the worry in those warm browns matching as you knew in your own. “Just bring you asses home so Sarah and I can roast them.”
Almost feeling the deep groan from over the phone line, “What did you tell her?”
“Nothing since that’s what I got,” shaking head tips to the side picking up on Sam’s easy breathing and the helo’s engines in the back ground. “Just get home dumbass,” affection in your tone. Ending the call, slipping the cell into your front pocket to flop down into the worn out but still comfortable couch.
“They get hurt?” Anxiety tainting her voice from across the room.
Peeking through your fingers at her, dropping them to your thighs to run the length of denim covered skin, “Don’t know really, Sam sounds fine but a concussion or another type of head injury wouldn’t show it’s self right away. From what I did gather they finished up the mission a little over four hours ago, in flight for the last two.”
“What about Bucky?” Meeting your eyes having confided in her years ago about the crush harbored for a certain metal armed ex-assassin turned Cap’s left hand man. Always leaving out the other part of your secret crush. “Speaking of which you ever gonna tell them how you feel?”
“Busting chops about that again Sarah?” Exasperated sigh marches passed barely parted lips, “Something’s broke in three places that’s all Sam ‘Stubborn ass’ Wilson would say. Just not which one of them or what body part exactly.” Firmly ignoring her last question and not picking up on the fact she said them instead of him. To stand hands to hips, leaning back to stretch and possibly pop your spine. “I’m going to town you wanna come or need anything.”
“And you call Sam stubborn,” head shaking with a fond smile tipping her lips upward. Picking up the subtle shift in your demeanor as relief floods your system with knowing they're coming home at least safe. Having guessed your feelings for her older brother not long ago however, keeping that little tidbit to herself. “I’ll come with, give you company and grief along the way. The boy’s won’t come home till later anyway.”
Eyes roll you reach for the car keys on the coffee table, patting your back pocket to check for wallet and the front for cell phone. “Ready to roll?”
Hour and a half later arms loaded with grocery bags, making sure to hide Miss Bridgette’s pie’s from Sam, you and Sarah set to work putting everything away. Setting to work fixing dinner efficiently dancing around each other like a well oiled machine working together in tandem getting each task done. Back door quietly trying to open, Sam poking his head around the well loved oak wood door. Showing a face littered with cuts, a busted bottom lip and dark shadow of a black eye around his left. But his smile still widens flashing pearly whites at seeing the two of you. Entering, Sam places a large locking suit case and round leather carry case not far from the door.
Soft gasp leave’s Sarah’s lips, quickly moving towards her brother to look him over, “You were ugly before now it’s just worse bro.”
Snort existed through his nose, stepping fully into the house with a limp on his right side, accepting the hug she gives him carefully. “You should see the other guy.”
“I’m the other guy,” voice slightly strained but still light almost playful unlike the Bucky of months ago. Though seeing him coming around Sam, arm cradled close in a black cloth sling. Peeks of plaster noticeable making you groan, head shaking at the very sight of him. Assortment of bruises littered his face, his own busted lip, and a three inch cut circling just above his collarbone. Seeing the storm brewing in your eyes, “No we didn’t fight and Sam didn’t cause these wonderful souvenirs.”
“Stupid ass got captured, wouldn’t listen to my plan…”
“You didn’t have a plan Sam not a logistical one…”
“Oh, so you bulldozing in like a raging bull in a China shop worked so well. Who got capture?” Pressing a finger behind his ear to lift the shell listening for Bucky’s answer. “I’m sorry I can’t hear you. You’re gonna say you right Robo soldier cause that’s the correct answer.”
Exasperated with them both, “Shut it and sit down dinner’s ready. I swear the two of you fight worse than Cass and AJ.” Authority ringing through Sarah’s tone cutting eyes at both men.
“Oh sweetheart Cass and AJ have nothing on these two bone heads, more maturity in their little bodies than both of them put together.” Rubbing your temples trying to fend off the building migraine behind your eyes. “Listening to constant bickering I wanna put them in a ‘Get along shirt.'”
Scowl in place while giving them a full once over. Cataloguing the damage you could see and wondering about that which you couldn’t. Noticing the length of Bucky’s hair almost a shaggy just falling a little over his ears and brushing the collar of the black t-shirt he’s wearing. Full beard dusting his cheeks and chin reminding you of those days long gone back in Wakanda. In contrast to Sam’s neatly kept mustache and goatee, close cropped haircut smartly framing his handsome face. Looking much like the day he and Bucky left three months ago on their reconnaissance mission. Knowing better as looks deceive and clothes cover up places eyes can’t see without stripping them naked. The very thought peeking interest but pushing those thoughts back with a frown. Of course it doesn’t stop you from wanting to hug them both mindful of injures unseen that brings a scowl to your features.
“You wouldn’t?” Traces of fear slicing through those deep russet browns. “I thought you loved me Y/N?”
Speaking over Sam, “What’s a ‘Get along’ shirt?”
Caught between wanting to roll her eyes and chuckle, “It’s a big shirt we’d put the two of you in till ya stop bickering like children and actually get along.” Dishing up dinner, Sarah looks towards both men. Trying hard not to burst out laughing at the sour look on Sam’s face nor the still slightly confused one on Bucky’s.
“I see smoke coming from his ears,” snarky quip receiving a back handing smack to his arm.
Bowel’s placed at the table, “Aim for the head next time Sar.” Taking the seat on Sam’s right offering him a cheekily smile, “Might actually knock the few brain cells he has left around and jump start the hamster running the wheel.”
“You both wound me,” clutching his chest dramatically. “With friends and family like this who can you trust.”
“Dramatic’s must come with handling the shield,” cerulean eyes rolling edged with teasing tone. Glancing towards Sam first then you beside him, going to explain for Sarah’s benefit. “Steve could put on some high melodrama back in the day. Much like Samuel here.” Scratching at his chin with vibranium fingers, a low hiss only you catch sounds when the plates catch the little hairs.
Scoffing, “Only Sarah calls me that first off, second look who’s talking Mr. Bionic Staring machine scaring off everyone who comes within two feet. Dramatics run through your veins just as well. ”
“Children,” both women exclaim hands coming down to slam the table at the same. Before time digging into dinner as the back door opens with Cass and AJ storming inside with excited chatter upon seeing both Sam and Bucky.
Each asking about what happened, how’d the mission go and why exactly Bucky’s sporting a sling and cast. All questions peeking the interested of both women with brows raised and narrowed eyes.
“Settle in first and eat dinner,” Sam intones wanting to keep most of what happened from his family. “For the most part the mission went successful.”
Very unladylike snort leaves your nose hidden behind a glass of sweet tea you sip from, “At least you came back in one piece or three in someone’s case.” Eyes narrow even farther on Bucky who has the good graces to look sheepish and divert his eyes.
“But the super serum why didn’t it help like that,” AJ snapped his little fingers for emphasis on the quickness the serum should work or so he thinks.
“Doesn’t quiet work that way AJ,” Bucky starts running a hand through his longer than usual hair. Giving a short frustrated tug before returning to the topic at hand. “Yeah the serum helps speed up the healing process it’s not instantaneous and,” pausing to side eye you not wanting to admit there’s more injures than just his arm.
Scowl returning having a feeling you know why he’s paused in explaining, “Takes longer to heal when multiple injures are involved.”
Dinner finishes with other questions, skirting the full truth about the mission, discussing the coming week with work and school. Sam’s boyish smile appears when Sarah brings out the pie, cutting out slices to pass around with Reddi-whip, coffee for the adults, milk for the kids. Silence settles for a moment the enjoyment of pie more important to savor and only once done do you raise to start cleaning up.
“I’ll,” shooting Sarah a look with a shake of your head.
“You got paperwork to catch up on babe I’ve got this, besides Sam volunteered to help. Didn’t you Sam?” Shooting a look his way, clearly speaking volumes if the answer comes back no.
Brow arched in question but thought better then to ask, though he flips the script on you, “Of course, Bucky volunteer’s.” Quickly moving away from the hand threatening to land a hard punch to his right thigh. Almost toppling to the floor in his hast to move Sam tweaked his hip a twinge of pain slicing through his features.
“Serves you right Wilson,” thought a slice of regret skates across your thoughts. Head shaking you stand gathering plates as the boys excuse themselves to play video games.
“Homework first or I’m taking those games away,” Sarah yells after them looking in your direction for a second. “You got these two?” Pointing at each of them in turn with her own frown dropping her lips downward.
“Sadly yes,” exasperation clearly written in the rigidness of you stance and narrowing to slits of your eyes. “Blissfully unaware or want to know everything?”
“Unaware I’m just happy their back whole,” nodding Sarah takes her leave, heading for the home office.
Times flown, six months in fact since Karli’s death and Sam taking over the mantle of Captain America. Going above and beyond to change how the worlds become and see’s the shield. Using Delacroix as home base to keep himself grounded and around for his family. Surprisingly enough including you and Bucky the house feels a touch over crowded but wouldn’t want things any different.
“Care to explain what that means?” Limping with hands full towards the sink, Sam places his arm load down watching you move around the kitchen. Putting leftovers up, setting to work on the dishes, the familiarity you exude warms a place in Sam’s heart. Always pushing those thoughts from his mind, your his best friend and wouldn’t see him in any other way. Especially with your heart firmly filled with Bucky.
Giving your back to both men and only acknowledging their presence when Bucky comes over with a bowel. “Thanks,” leaves your lips with a nod.
“We’re sorry for leaving you behind Y/N, but Sam and I agreed things were to dangerous neither of us wanted you to get hurt,” trying to reason Bucky leans his back against the counter beside you. Tugging once again at his too long hair that gets slightly tangled in the plates of his fingers.
“You actually agreed on something?” Catching his actions, your head shakes grabbing for the towel to dry soapy hands and help with his dilemma. “Instead you both come back looking like train wreck’s all beaten, broken and bruised. With a busted arm,” finished with untangling his fingers to point at his arm. Whirling around to assess Sam who’s trying not to put weight on his right leg, “Banged up hip and God know what else internally. Neither one of you are spring chickens for heaven’s sake.”
“Don’t know what your talking about Y/N? I’m not a day over twenty-five,” taking an aim to make you smile and ease the tension in your shoulders. Frown appearing when your countenance doesn’t change but deepens, “Talk to the resident Centurion who got his ass captured and tortured for over a week.”
Low growl leaves your lips pursed together in a grim line, “Do either of you think about the consequences of your actions? Of what’ll happen without either of you in this God forsaking world?” Tossing your hands up and turning back to dish washing, something to keep from chocking the life outta the two of them, or spilling your inner most thoughts. Afraid to loose either man the very thought making your heart clinch painfully in your chest, breathing picking up as tears gloss over your eyes. Plates clang loudly, forcefully slamming them into the drying rack making both men wince at your actions.
“Y/N,” coming up behind you large warm hands carefully rest on tense shoulders. Aware of your feelings for a certain cyborg the thought a little bitter to take but Sam resigns himself to the role of best friend. “We’re sorry really,” taking a breath and clearing his throat wanting to make amends and explain. “We thought, planned, things just…”
“Went to shit around us, it’s not like Sam or I wanted to get the crap beating out of us doll it just,” shrugging vibranium hand coming to rest on your shoulder beside Sam’s. “Got complicated.”
Taking a deep breath drawing in the scents of Sam’s citrus and cider wood cologne you couldn’t put your finger on naming, mixing with Bucky’s old world sandalwood base cologne of 4711. Eyes close for a moment blinking back the tears, and to gather thoughts, righting them in an order that makes sense. Trying to keep out the feelings currently jumbling up your brain. “I know,” body sags back against Sam’s strong chest while unconsciously leaning towards Bucky’s hand. “Neither of you will do that shit again. Do I make myself clear?”
“Not if things go dark side like this time, we’re not putting you in harms way,” feeling you stiffen Sam steps back, Bucky’s hand drops back to his side when you whirl on the man behind you. Stance ridge and firm, Sam crosses his arms adding his own glare and not backing down. “My decision is final on the matter and no amount of arguing will change that.”
Understanding Sam’s position, however the thought of staying behind, waiting to find out if… no you push those thoughts aside. “Mine, that’s who makes the choice not either of you,” heat of annoyance flaring to life as you look between the two men. “Knowing what I signed up for, choose to stick around and help put this broken blue marble we call home back together. I won’t sit out the next mission we clear on that?”
Rubbing the back of his neck, barely audible hiss leaves Bucky’s lips at having hair yanked out by the roots. Though his voice is steady when asking, “Why did you stick around? Thought once Walker handed over the shield, the Flag smashers agenda crashed and burned you’d skip out on the next train back to normal.” Not that he minded of course, in fact Bucky rather enjoyed your company, reminded him of those first months out of cryo getting to know each other. Plus his questions distracted you from getting an answer that won’t satisfy.
“I have my reasons,” giving a half hearted shrug you turn back to finishing up the dishes not really wanting to explain. Not fully sure yourself why you’ve stuck around though deep down you know it has to do with both men. “Reasons neither of you need to know.”
Sharing a look with Bucky, “Don’t pull that shit with us sweetheart you demand answers now we ask the same in return.”
Sure they still argued like an old married couple but a begrudging understanding has built between the pair, coming to an almost friendship neither would fully admit to. Both wanting to protect the small family friend’s circle patched together like grandma’s old quilt. Tattered, frayed and a few wholes but well loved and always cared for. Eyes landing back on you to watch the forward slump of your shoulders rounded inward along with your chin dropped to your chest.
“I have the two of you house broken,” idea forming to steer the conversation away. “Don’t need that headache on repeat and I wouldn’t leave the two of you bone heads alone to kill each other or drive poor Sarah crazy,” quicker than either can react you’ve scooped up hand fulls of soap bubbles to smash into both their faces. Deflecting the conversation away from having to answer and lightening the mood. Or so you hoped with the playfully murderous looks both men shoot you. Skirting Sam’s grabby hands heading to put the kitchen table between yourself, Captain America and the Winter Soldier. “Now boys that’s just all in good fun and your both hurt so I suggest you think about your actions before retaliating.”
Wiping the remains of soapy bubbles from his face, thick fingers making wet tracks over denim to dry hands. Sam edges a little closer intent on trying to snag your arm. That ghosts through his fingers, “For now but remember paybacks a bitch sweetheart.” Bright smile tugs his full lips, head shaking though he knows there’s so much more your hiding from both he and Bucky. One day he’ll crack that secret you hold so dear, for now Sam lets you cling tightly.
Watching him go you turn towards Bucky who’s smirk sets you back a moment. “I don’t think I like that look Barnes,” arms crossed mustering a half glare. “Sam’s right you really can see the smoke rising from your head.”
“Hahaha that jokes getting old,” light hearted quip falling from his lips, eyes raking your form as you near the sink. Catching you looking between finishing the dishes and making sure Bucky’s not going to retaliate. “I come in peace promise besides I’m too old for revenge I’ll leave it to you young whipper snappers,” throwing his voice to sound like an old man.
Laughter rings full and deep from your parted lips, soapy hands gripping the sink to keep from toppling over in mirth. His own chuckle exists on a grin, cerulean eyes taking in how carefree you look. Tension and worry melted away with his well played grandpa joke. Making Bucky wish he got to see you like this more often but then he remembered why he never searched. Why he left you alone and only within the last ten or so months managed to reconnect the missing dots in his life. Sure there’s still blood on his hands he tries to scrub clean with each mission, to make those amends and not just avenge. But truly help people in ways that didn’t require lead or blood.
Still wondering, so he gives voice to those thoughts, “Why didn’t you go back to your life doll?” Feeling he’s perpetuated a grave error in asking the question but a part of him wants. No needed the answer to know why you’d give up a happy life for one of danger and uncertainty with him and Sam.
Sobering, his question hitting you like a ton of cement bricks keeping you from turning to face him. Wincing when another hiss echos around inside your head from your right side. “Tell you what Buck you let me cut that hair and beard of yours I’ll answer your questions.”
“I get you don’t… wait… what?” Not sure he’d heard you right. Pain making a return to fog his brain for the moment as throbbing radiates across his broken clavicle to the dislocated shoulder, dancing along the fractured radius and painfully tingling his fingers. Soft curse exists his lips reminding himself to take Sam’s suggestions next time though he wouldn’t let the other man know. “Don’t happen to have any pain meds do ya doll?”
Eyes narrow, “Which parts did they break?” Holding up a hand to stop him from answering while you head towards your room. Grabbing up the small med kit Sharon gave you months back for times like these. Pausing to scoop up the hair scissors and trimer, along with a shaver and cream, both of which belonging to Sam. “Now you were saying?”
Placing everything on the table, unzipping the medium size unassuming black bag pulling out a small bottle to pop the top and wiggle out two pills. Handing those over to Bucky who just stares at them resting in his metal palm.
“Trying to kill me doll?” Teasing tone to the cadence of his words while popping them into his mouth and excepting the glass of water. Downing in one go and handing it back, “Never did like pills reminds me of Steve.”
Resting a gentle hand on his bad shoulder, “If I tried to kill ya Buck you’d see it coming,” snickering at the wide eyed look he gives you. Sobering with understanding filled eyes that stay locked with his, “I’m sorry it”s not my intentions to bring up the past.” Moving to put the glass down, you stay at the sink looking out over the backyard, orange and reds dancing over the rippling surface of the bayou. Sinking sun creating a cornucopia of color heralding the on coming twilight and the end of another day.
“You didn’t Y/N,” coming to stand next to you watching the golden ball of life giving light slowly sink into the horizon. On the tip of his tongue to speak about Steve, the abandonment he felt acutely with the absence of his best friend. Slowly filled by your present, that of Sam’s and his family. “I guess ‘Till the end of the line’ meant just till he could get back to who he really missed.” Anguish heard loudly through soft spoken words not meant for your ears but once uttered there’s no going back.
Out of your peripheral vision you study Bucky for a moment heart breaking for the man who’s lost so much to then fully face him. His own gaze staying straight ahead staring unseen out the window with tan lace curtains framing the coming twilight. Over head light casting shadows in the hallows and angles of his features, bringing out the bruises highlighting the cuts, making your heart ache for this man in ways you’ve tried to push aside. Ways you didn’t want it to feel in case of rejection but couldn’t help the tightening in your chest nor the want to embrace and hold Bucky close.
“Come on,” without thinking your hand slips into his vibranium palm tugging till he follows and only dropping to scoop up trimmer, combs and scissors before heading out the back door.
For a moment Bucky stood there thankful to Shuri for the ability to feel warmth and the weight of your hand in his vibranium limb. The very thoughts your simple gesture conjures damns his heart making it beat triple time. When your head pops back around the door sweet smile crossing those kissable lips. Bucky has to remind himself you’re off limits friends nothing more and to breath. Your beauty stealing the air from his lungs, making it hard to focus on anything except your present.
Catching the out of focus look in his cerulean eyes mind swirling with questions as to what he’s thinking about. “You gonna stand there taking root or get your silly ass out here,” motioning with a jerk of your head over your shoulder smile still firmly in place. Making sure he’s actually moving before existing to place a stool about middle of the back porch. Patting the hardwood barstool then reaching up to tug on the pull string as light floods the area casting a bright glow.
Transfixed for a moment in the doorway with the peek of skin allowed to his eyes. Your heather grey band shirt riding up teasingly tormenting him. Cursing internally, tongue trapped between indenting teeth to keep the sounds at bay. Till the hard slap of your palm against wooden seat draws his attentions and he robotically takes the seat. Stiffening with the fluttering of a barber’s cape hating to have things around his neck. Only to settle once you have it in place and buttoned reminding him your not there to hurt or torture him. Fingers brushing lightly over the exposed skin of his neck, creating goosebumps to dance across his flesh.
“Not too tight?” Gently running nimble fingers through his hair, blunt nails scratching the scalp. Finding it hard to keep from rubbing into your hands and fighting the urge to purr with each pass. You work the larger knots out carefully, pulling a comb from the back pocket of your jeans to run through his hair. “You with me Buck?”
“Hmm?” Simple noise issues from the back of his throat lost in the tingling sensations your fingers bloom across his body. Wanting to chase the feeling bringing peace to his mind much like the soft cadence your voice takes on with the intimacy surrounding the two of you. Sweet chuckle music to his ears and snaps him back to now, noticing you’ve paused your hands waiting for a response, “Sorry no I’m good.”
“Enjoying yourself Barnes?” Teasingly quipped while adjusting the cape to cover his back. Making sure all his hair lays over the edges and carefully combing out the smaller knots your fingers missed. Secretly enjoying the soft chestnut strands as they curl around your fingers. Massaging his scalp hoping to relax his tense posture when a particularly stubborn knot has you accidentally giving a not so gentle tug. Garnering a low moan from the man in front of you. “Sorry Buck,” working the knot out with a little more care taking the sound as one of pain.
Throat clearing, thankful his crotch is currently covered to not give away the secret he’s concealing. Praying to all the heavens you’ve taken the moan as one of pain instead of pleasure that’s surfing through his veins with a simple hair pull. “Yes, and it’s fine,” words pushed passed lips held taunt to keep from letting any sound out. Searching his mind for a topic to settle on, willing his body to stop reacting to the warmth of yours.
Each brush of fingers sends heat flaring to life along his nerves. Knowing the pain killers don’t worked through his system that quickly. Yet, the throbbing ache once present has diluted to a low annoying thump with the heat of your hands on his cotton covered shoulder. Wanting to lean back into your body but holds himself ridge from doing something stupid like enjoying the moment. Therefore clears his throat, “You’ve got me at your mercy doll ready to answer my questions?”
“Should I worry what you’ll ask?” Moving from behind him to head back into the kitchen. Grabbing the empty spray bottle to fill with warm water and head back out.
Eyes close with the first spritz of water, chin dropping to chest as you work to wet his hair. “Why?”
“Why what?” Knowing what he’s asking, your distracted for a moment putting the spray bottle’s trigger through a belt loop incase its needed once your satisfied with the wetness of his hair. “I’ll need more specifics than just why. Why’s the sky blue? Why’s it so damn hot? So many why questions you gotta stop wasting your breath Buck.”
“Cheeky doll very cheeky you know damn well what I mean,” keeping his head still to prevent you from severing an ear.
Smirking, setting to work on trimming up the top back portion of his head, trying to keep from childishly making faces. “Sure don’t Sarge.”
Groan slipping passed before he’s able to trap and swallow the sound at the off handed use of his military rank. Wondering which deity had it out for his ass today. Cursing the fact he’s let you so close to breath in the flowery scent of your body. Gentle use of those skilled fingers through his hair not making things any better for the growing problem tenting his jeans. Returning to himself when you move to his left shortening the hair over his ear. “Why’d you stay with us? I thought,” remembering those painful words back in Madripoor. “I thought you had a happy life to go back to.”
“Ear hustling Barnes?” Switching sides and glancing down with a raised brow you know he doesn’t see.
Looking up to try and catch your eye your focus on cutting his hair makes the attempt impossible. So he settles on, “Don’t know what you mean doll. Just asking a question,” trying to hold the shiver at bay when your fingers brush over the shell of his ear.
“Since your asking it means you didn’t hear everything Sam and I talked about,” thankful that’s the case or things would get a whole lot complicated. “I lied.”
Head whipping to the side so quickly you fear he’s damaged his neck with the wince taking over his handsome features. “Lied why?”
“Reasons,” ‘Ones I won’t tell you James,’ speaking the last words in your mind, careful probing fingers check for anything popped out. Garnering a hiss of pain when you’ve found the break in his clavicle. “What did you break besides the hamster running your wheel brain?”
Bitting off the curse as pain flared over his right side. Gritting out, “Clavicle, dislocated shoulder, fractured radius, you can see the cuts and bruises so take it a little easy on this old man.”
“How… Why did you get captured?” Worry fights fear both dance with anger marching through your veins as a Thanksgiving Day parade band would down the streets of New York City. The very thought of both your men hurt and so far away from home torn a hole in your heart. Thoughts you try to push away and focus on the job of cutting Bucky’s hair.
Finishing up what you could on the back of his head, Bucky feels you come around to the front. Knees spread to accommodate your body, closing his eyes to keep from staring at your breasts. Licking suddenly dry lips with having you extra close, he tries to gather an answer to your question. “We needed an in so I made a decision.”
“One I’m sure Sam disagreed on,” carding your fingers through the top, snipping pieces checking length. Jealous over how soft his hair feels between your digits. Woodsy pine scent reaching your nose that twitches in pleasure at the fragrance matching what you always thought he’d smell like.
“Yeah well we ran out of time doll. Couldn’t let what remains of LAF get away,” eyes quickly open only to slam shut again with having you still too near for his own good.
Every brush of your fingers, thighs brushing against his with every move, your flowery scent wrapping around his heart to squeeze tight. Breath punched from his lungs when your knee makes slight contact with his erection. Shooting pleasurable fireworks off behind his closed lids. Wishing for your hands on his body, wondering what they’d feel like over bare skin. If you’d shy away from the scars littering his flesh or… he wouldn’t, didn’t need to think about the alternative.
Unsure why he gasped you move from between his legs and look upon his face confused as to his ridge posture eyes held tightly closed. Insecurities rushing through your mind, setting up shop to remind you no man let alone someone as handsome as Bucky would ever want to look at you. Shoving back those thoughts to ask, “You okay Bucky?”
“Fucking fabulous doll,” bitting out the words while trying to reign in the need to grab hold of your hips, bringing you back against him. Wanting to find out if you’d fit as good or better than what he’s imagined during those dream filled nights he doesn’t talk about with anyone. “Finished?” Praying you’ll say yes, the temptation becoming almost unbearable.
Unconvinced by his words but pushes that aside and stepping farther back to round him, grabbing up the trimmer on the way with a numbered comb. “Almost but then I still have your beard to do.”
“Fuck,” low gravely voice intones the single word hoping you’ve not heard and cursing the heaven for this test of his will and desires. In another life Bucky wouldn’t have hesitated to ask you out, wine and dine with dancing till midnight. Taking you home with a simple kiss of promise with more to come. But he’s different now and you don’t deserve to have a broken man on your hands.
Swallowing harshly to cover your growing need to escape and bury yourself in another program or book to distract from those awful thoughts running around in your mind. Replaying all the brush offs and look aways as rejection shattering your heart. Pushing you to finish his new hair cut that much quicker. “Done, now how short you want your beard?”
“Gone,” knowing exactly what he’s saying and damning himself to the torture of a different kind.
Coming back in front of him, you slip between his parted knees so easily a thought you try to push away while switching the trimmer combs and flicking the on button. Carefully cupping his left cheek while shortening the right for a closer shave once your done. “Surely you didn’t just let them capture you.” Returning to a safer subject other than how good his bearded jaw felt in your warm palm. Wondering how it’d feel in other places.
“Offered myself up for a little bloody torture and a few broken bones. I’m here to tell the tale instead of those guys Y/N. They're off the streets and we have the information needed to finish taking down LAF.” Teeth gritting to keep from rubbing his jaw into your palm, from turning to kiss the center and devour you with his mouth.
Pausing a moment, “But you could’ve gotten killed James.” Sorrow coloring the cadence of your tone, eyes filled with fear at what could’ve happened. “You should’ve called me, I could’ve helped.”
Heart stopping, never had you spoken his first name, always Bucky or Buck, Barnes when your angry but never James. Opening his darken cerulean orbs breath trapped somewhere between lungs and mouth at the sorrow written deep in those eyes he never could not stare into. Heart hammering back to life with the subtle brushing of your fingers over his cheek, “Would it have matter?”
Confusion tips your head to the side, “What you dying or me helping?”
“Dying,” single word dropped like a bomb destroying everything in the path.
“James,” softly spoken with so much emotion held within the countenance of your features. Watching the ghosts float through those beautiful cerulean eyes, memories of a time he couldn’t control, of deeds done to people who didn’t deserve the pain and death he dealt out as the Fist of Hydra. Tears gloss over your eyes once again trying to blink them away to keep them from clogging your emotions filled throat. “It matter’s Barnes, matters to a lot of people you’re just too stubborn to realize that.” Shaking your head to clear the fog and get back to work.
Speechless Bucky just sits there letting you finish up trimmer the hair away as if trying to erase the past months, the torture he let happen with no regard to his personal well being. During this time your words chase around his mind, combined with Sam’s out right demand of him to never put himself in harms way like that again. Adding more questions added than any true answers. Delicate fingers brush over trimmed facial hair bringing him back to the present right as you move to take the barber’s cape from around his neck. Missing the warmth of your touch, heat radiating from your body, your scent filling his nose and making him drunk on you.
Folding the cape to drape over your arm, “I’ll shave you as well come back inside.” Voice slightly rough with unshed tears avoiding looking directly at Bucky and missing the longing written in the ocean pools. Mistaking his lack of response for rejection of your words and feelings. You enter the house placing the small hand load down and moving a chair over towards the sink. Returning to grab up the shaving cream and razor, pulling a fresh wash cloth from the draw by the sink too wet it hot.
“You don’t have to,” entering and closing the back door with the heel of his boot. Bucky leans against the counter watching you with a closed expression. Pain dull but still worming its way through his veins along with so many thoughts.
Glancing his way, “I know,” motioning with a wave of your hand, “but if I don’t that beard’ll come back in short order and we’ll have to do this all over again.” Going for playful to ease the tension built from the lingering words of out on the porch, “Bring your ass over here Buck.”
Your change in mood has a confused frown pulling his mouth down but complies with the order. Taking up the seat with spread legs and turned up face watching you wring out the wash cloth. Using your elbow and tipping his head back to gently place the hot cloth around what’s left of his beard to soften the hair and wake up the pores. Catching the small muffled groan, “To hot?”
“No, perfect,” faintly hearing the two simple words you grab up the shaving cream to put a generous amount in your palm before pulling the quickly cooling cloth from his face. Tossing it towards the sink and applying a layer of cream to his skin. Left overs rinsed from your hands quickly before drying and grasping the razor with steady hands. “Just a little off the top if you please,” boyish smirk slips over his lips tipping cream covered cheeks up while trying to be funny.
Eyes rolling, “To late for that one top’s already taken care of.” Using the pad of your thumb to push the skin of his cheek taunt. Carefully dragging the razor over his flesh intending to keep your gaze directed towards working the blade over his check. However, you’re unable to do so while cleaning the razor as your eyes dart up catching the fact Bucky’s gaze firmly rests on your face. Heat blooming across your body, eyes drop back to his cheek intent on getting finished quickly to avoid any farther embarrassment.
Meanwhile Bucky maps every feature of your face, the slant of your nose, set of your eyes, cupids bow of your top lip. Visions of drawing the plump flesh in for a bite and pull before letting go with a wet pop, filter through his mind. Finding himself in a rather precarious predicament, thighs spread to accommodate your body, his palms itch to grasp and tug you into his lap. Bitting back a moan each touch brings, the gentleness tearing a new hole in armored covered heart. Wanting to keep you out but finding it harder to do every time you show the kindness his life lacked for decades.
Minds eye drawing the curves of your cheeks, lips twitching to caress, fingers tapping trapped in plaster and cloth against his body. Wanting to brush his knuckles over your throat to gently grasp the back of your neck and bring your lips against his for a slow sweet drink of the tempting cavern of your warm mouth. Only snapping back to reality with the soft brush of your fingers along his jawline.
Searching for any hairs left behind, soothingly palming his cheeks with cool hands desperate to taste his skin. Drag your lips over the same spots the razor just graced. Teasing the tip of your tongue along the hard edge of his jaw to place a kiss just below his ear. Tempted to even suck a mark for everyone to see. You swallow harshly removing your hands from his cheeks to rinse and warm up the cloth to clean off any residual shaving cream from his face.
“Finished,” clearing your emotions clogged throat, stepping towards the sink, your profile the only side Bucky sees as you work to clean up the mess.
Feeling rather than hearing him stand heat radiating of his body just a few inches shy of brushing against yours. “Thank you doll,” impulsively leaning forward to brush his lips over your cheek. Lingering longer than he should but unable too stop himself from pressing soft slight chapped lips to the corner of your mouth. “Next time I need shavin’ I know who to come too,” breathing the words before pulling away, taking his leaving quickly to keep from doing something even stupider. Like wrap you up into his arms and actually kissing those pillow soft lips. Backdoor swinging closed a little harder than he meant in his bid to get away from your warmth and tempting body.
Frozen in place, skin tingling from just that slight press while your heart beats almost out of your chest. Pounding against your rib cage so hard fear it’ll crack a rib any second now. White knuckles grip the sinks edge, heat flaring across your body to pool low and throb through your lady parts. Thighs unconsciously rub together needing friction to alleviate the ache growing between your legs.
“Did you cut him or take a hunk of hair out and now he looks like Frankenstein monster?” Teasing tone to his quip, Sam enters the kitchen still staring at the back door. Having watched the exchange from the darkened hallway. Reverting his eyes to your back, taking in the ridge posture of your spine with a slight very subtle shake. “Y/N what’s wrong?” Swiftly coming up behind you, hands gripping your shoulders to turn you around. “Did Bucky say or do something wrong?” Worry creasing his brow the want to hold you close growing with each second your not in his arms.
Looking up into the kind russet eyes flashing with concern and worry, “No,” head shaking, “no he didn’t Sam just…” unable to stop yourself from burying your body against Sam’s firm chest. Trying to figure out how to explain what’s running around in your head. The indecision, thoughts you know shouldn’t roll through your mind doing just that as your arms wind around his trim waist.
“Just what sweetheart?” Wanting to help smooth things over between his two best friends even if it meant swallowing his own feelings.
Keeping your eyes closed, breathing in his cedar wood and citrus scent, burying your nose against his collarbone. Always able to calm the raging storm of emotions boiling through your veins. Confusion setting in with those same tingles you feel when Bucky touches you now dances across your body at the warmth of Sam’s arms cradling you close. Reminding you of earlier when his chest pressed to your back strong hands gently placed on your shoulders. The shiver you suppressed at the touch of both men. At the memory your eyes pop open and you quickly push away from Sam as if he’s burnt you. Needing to escape and figure out what’s going on.
“Nothing, it doesn’t matter, I’m sorry,” feet quickly taking you from the kitchen into the safe arms of your bedroom.
Missing the confused look marring Sam’s face that turns into hurt at the way you’ve shoved him aside. Body sagging against the counter, hand rubbing at the back of his neck searching for what’s changed in such a short period of time.
“Men, blind and just plain foolish,” landing a hard hit to his shoulder, which he rubs to alleviate the pain. Sarah comes up beside her older brother with a raised brow. “Still don’t get it? Searching for exactly why she reacted so strongly? Think Samuel use that big brain you have and actually put it to good use.”
Frown creasing between his eyes and drawing his lips down, “Left behind sucks Sarah that’s all it amounts to. But we… I couldn’t have her along, wouldn’t risk her life like that.”
“Has nothing to do with leaving her home Sam,” giving him a meaningful look that still bewilders him. “Why didn’t you want her along but you took Bucky with you?”
“He’s a super soldier Sar he can take the hits not that I want him hurt either. Shit when he let himself get captured,” moving towards the abandoned chair to plop down heavily. “He scared the living shit outta me, I thought…” hard to swallow the memories of watching those men pulling an unconscious Bucky into a van. Driving off before he could plant a tracker and barely able to get up with bruised ribs making breathing painful. Sam runs a hand over the short hair unsure when things got so complicated between the three of them.
Pulling up a chair in front of Sam, “You’d lost him?” Seeing the nod Sarah’s features softened knowing from the tell’s she picked up watching the three of them for so long. “You love them?”
“What?” Head whipping up so quickly making Sam wince. “Of course I do but not like that I mean their family, you know I’ll do anything to protect my family.”
Hand resting on his shoulder, “You keep telling yourself that big bro maybe one day you’ll actually believe it and able to push those feelings away good enough to keep them at arms length.” Looking up at her, “Just a word of advice,” seeing him nod, “don’t push those emotions away, you deserve that love they both would readily give you.”
Softly closing the door behind you heading towards the ensuite bathroom for a nice cold shower, preforming your nightly routine, and shutting off every light except the one beside your bed. Falling into the soft mattress with your current book keeping you company for the rest of the night. Eyes start to droop, words blur and you read the same sentence half a dozen times. Book falling against your chest as a yawn takes over your features.
Body stretching out against cool sheets jumping when a soft knock echos around your room, eyes darting towards the clock to see its just a little passed mid night. Slowly getting out of bed, pulling the extra long dark blue with little pink flowers dotting the sleep shirt down to cover your ass and thighs. Thinking its Sarah checking on you, eyes shocked wide with the small crack you open the door to spy Bucky standing there fidgeting.
“Everything all right Buck?” Opening the door wider to lean against the casing arms crossed just under your breasts.
Swallowing, glancing from your eyes to lips repeatedly. Trying to form the words he wants to speak when the decision makes itself clear and Bucky surges forward. Gently wrapping vibranium fingers around the back of your neck and bragging you against his strong chest. Slanting his lips against yours, nipping your bottom lip to make you gasp and slipping his eager tongue passed into the warm depths of your mouth. Leading the kiss and praying he’s not wrong.
Rewarded by your arms winding around his neck careful of his injures. Fingers tugging at the now shorten strands thanks to your expect hands. Garnering a low moan from the depths of his chest, one that rambles with a pleased hum as you return the kiss. Tangling your tongues together making nothing soft nor gentle about this melding of mouths. Only breaking apart for both of you to gasp for air.
“No, nothing’s all right doll. I can’t stop thinking about you,” resting your foreheads together sharing common air. Fingers at the base of your skull massaging the tension with surprisingly easy pressure. “I’d done fighting, done pushing you away, I need you Y/N.”
“James?” Lips tingling from a kiss you’ve only dreamt about as confusion marring your tone, eyes blinking a few times to make sure you’ve pushed the sleepy haze from your mind.
Soft groan issues at hearing you whisper just first name, hand slipping down to wrap around your waist and pull your taut to his body. “If…” trying to push the next words past his lips, “if you don’t want…”
“Us, we need to know now sweetheart. We won’t push you into anything you don’t want,” Sam’s voice full of desire and longing cuts across Bucky’s for a moment.
Making you look up from eyes locked with Bucky to stare at Sam trying to process his words, the look in those beautiful russet eyes you can’t pull yours away from. Till Bucky presses a kiss to just below your ear, “We know it’s a lot to take in doll and you can say no…”
“I,” gulping like a fish out of water, heat thumping through your veins at the unspoken promise both sets of eyes show. “I don’t know what to say.”
Stepping forward to push you back a step so Sam can fully enter your bedroom and close the door. He comes behind you sandwiching your body between two walls of muscle and masculine warmth. Pressing a kiss to the opposite cheek, lips brushing over the shell of your ear, “There’s no going back sweetheart you’re ours if you say yes. But if the answer is no I’m not going to lie things will change. Awkward as hell yes especially at first but I,” Bucky clears his throat to which Sam nods, “we would work through that with you. Loosing your friendship can’t happen no matter what.”
Removing yourself from between their warm bodies to collapse at the end of the bed, head in your hands. Mind so confused, a jumbled mix of desire and lust touched with a heavy dose of love that scares the living shit outta you. Feeling the bed dip on either side, removing your hands to glance at both men. Seeing the reassurance in those cerulean and russet orbs you swallow to wet your parched throat. Gaining strength to finally speak, “I don’t want to loose either of you,” looking between both men. Taking each hand within your own, “But this last mission taught me I don’t want to deny my feelings any longer.”
“What feelings doll?” Giving your hand an encouraging squeeze.
Looking into Bucky’s cerulean eyes, “I’m in love with both of you.” Switching to Sam’s russet orbs seeing the blatant want shining only boosts your confidence to lean over. Cupping his jaw and bringing your lips against his. Different from the kiss you shared with Bucky. Who’s bottom lip begs for a nibbling, Sam’s fuller lips press against your own in tender caresses.
Gentler too, a soft slant of his mouth against yours, pressing twice at different angles before tracing over your bottom lip. Gaining entrance on a sigh of need to check in with your tongue before tangling together. Heated palm cupping your cheek, thumb brushing over the apple twice while he artfully pillages your mouth. Drawing out a low moan squeak following when a set of lips slide over the side of your neck nibbling a short path to suck a mark behind your ear. Making you weak and boneless against Sam, who releases your cheek and hand to grip your hips, having you straddle his thighs.
Kiss breaking for air, “I’m to heavy Sam, your hip.”
“You’re prefect baby girl no arguing understand?” Cupping your ass in both hands to roll your hips against the hard bulge of his erection. Teeth gritting at how good you feel in his arms, the damp heat of your core only serving to make him grow harder with each brush against your cloth covered pussy. Sam reclaims your mouth, this kiss much different. Desperate and demanding taking no prisoners this time as he immediately slips his tongue back into your mouth. Pulling a groan from deep within your chest, arms going around his neck to help move your body against his. The delicious friction sending jolts of pleasure radiating out over your body, clit throbbing with a need you’ve never felt before.
Hissing at the cool sensations of Bucky’s vibranium fingers drawing circles across your back. Pushing your sleep shirt off your body arms raising, breaking the kiss to accomplish the task. Looking over your shoulder at the bare chested Barnes, mouth salivating at the sight eager to touch and kiss every inch. Brought back to Sam with the heat of his mouth connecting to your pulse, adding his own mark to your body while his callused fingers dances across your back.
Cursing his rotten luck for not having use of one hand, Bucky steps forward lowering to his knees carefully. Brushing his lips along your spine while cool alloyed fingers sweep around your body between you and Sam to trace a line between your breasts. Head dropping back to Bucky’s shoulder and baring your breasts to Sam’s hungry glaze and Bucky’s questing fingers.
“So beautiful,” words whispered reverently from Sam’s lips against the damp column of your throat. Mouth tasting each inch of your skin he can reach. Till moist heat circles your nipple, wet tip of his tongue coming out to flick the tightly budded peak before sucking harshly. In contrast to the cool patterns Bucky draws, taking the time to tug before pinching just hard enough that your back arches into Sam’s mouth.
Pushing into Bucky at your back a whimper parting your gasping lips. Needing more of both men surrounding you, slick coating your trembling thighs as you clinch around nothing. Dragging a whine of desperation from you soul,“Please,” single word escaping your mouth.
“What doll? What do you want?” Drawing his lips up to your ear, nipping the lobe bringing it between his teeth giving a sharp bite at the same time Sam flicks his tongue over your nipple.
Letting go with a wet pop, smiling at the whine exiting your heaving chest, “I think out girl needs more Buck. Any thoughts on how to please her?” Brow wiggling over your shoulder at Bucky who just smirks.
Fingers sliding down then under the band of your panties to find you soaked and pulsing. Cool metal meeting heated flesh makes you jolt in Sam’s arms. Grinding down into those wonderful fingers and against the thick ridge of Sam’s cock.
“Don’t stop please,” gasping head lolling back, your eyes close as sensations crash through your veins. Tight coil starting to form with just the brush of his fingers.
Maneuvering closer to slip two fingers into your clinching channel. Deep groan vibrating through his chest and into your back, “Fuck Sam she’s tight and so wet for us. I bet she tastes just as good as she feels.” Rocking your hips, fucking his fingers desperate for that high traveling up from the bottom of your spine. Tickling your tummy with jolts of pleasure only to have it diminish when Bucky pulls his fingers out.
Frustrated whine leaving your lips only to choke on air when Bucky offers one of the fingers perviously buried inside your cunt to Sam. Who doesn’t hesitate to wrap his lips around the single digit, groaning at the very taste of your essence. Circling the tip with his tongue, making sure to clear every drop off while keeping eye contact with Bucky. Mimicking with his mouth how he’d suck Bucky’s cock, garnering a growl from deep within his chest. Letting go with a smirk, “Even better Buck and I bet from the source it’s simply heaven.”
“Only way to find out,” answering grin firmly in place he raises from the floor. Helping you stand on shaky legs turning you to face him. Capturing your lips in an open mouth kiss, flicking his tongue against yours, teasing your bottom lip and drawing out another frustrated groan making him chuckle. “Don’t worry doll we promise you won’t go unsatisfied we’re going to take care of your every need.”
“Don’t tease her Buck it’s not fair,” glint of mischief sparking through those russet eyes that only Bucky catches since your still face him. Sam comes up behind to pressing his bare chest against your back, hands resting on your hips, tugging and letting the band of your panties snap back against your skin. “You can still say no.”
Wiggling back against Sam then pressing forward to feel the hard line of Bucky’s erection against your lower tummy. Knowing why he’s asking, seeing the same sentiment mirrored in Bucky’s eyes that warms your heart filling with love for both men. “Now who’s teasing Samuel,” reaching behind you to slide your palm over his ridged cock giving a squeeze at the same time you palm Bucky. “I’m sure my loves,” enjoying the answering growls from both men. Before another word leaves your lips Sam tugs down your panties letting them pool at your feet as Bucky moves you towards the bed.
Swiping the book from the mattress to lay on the nightstand, smile on his lips at finding the well loved copy of The Fellowship of the Ring. Bringing you to sit then lay back against the cool sheets, trailing his vibranium fingers from your cheek down between your breasts. Circling each nipple, giving the right a light pinch that has your back arching and a gasp existing your paired lips. Distracted till Sam gently grips your left ankle, spreading you open to slide between your legs. Pressing kisses alone the inside of your leg towards your thigh. Soft bread tickling your skin making giggles erupt from your mouth.
“I think she likes that Sam,” the comment spoken against your ear. Placing a kiss to your cheek, “Have to remember to let my own beard grow back out.”
Whimpering softly at the thought one hand fisting the sheets as Sam draws his tongue over the crease between thigh and groin. Purposefully avoiding the spot you want him most, “Payback is a bitch boys,” words growled out right as Bucky envelopes your left nipple into the heat of his mouth.
“Teasing half the fun sweetheart have patience,” looking up from between your legs. Stiffen tongue drawing up from your entrance to clit, circling the little throbbing nub and making your back arch, gasping for air.
“Fuck,” single word breathed from deep within your body. Sweat starting to bead across your forehead. Head tossed back into the pillow free hand carding through Bucky’s chestnut hair tugging the strands harshly till he lets your breast go with a wet pop. You guide his mouth up to yours, demandingly taking the kiss over, slipping your tongue into his mouth this time. Swallowing your moans of delight with each thrust of his tongue. Matching the pace Sam sets against your dripping cunt.
Rutting into the mattress to find the prefect friction hoping to ease for a moment the throbbing of his cock. “Stop stealing all those pretty noises Barnes I wanna hear our girl,” reaching up to smack the other mans thigh hard enough to break the two of you apart.
“Sorry not sorry,” giving him a smirk while licking his lips from the heated kiss.
Filing away the fact Bucky knows what means only to have any thought fly from your mind as two thick fingers enter your quivering channel. Slowly thrusting, his mouth suctioned onto your clit, drawing little short patterns making your thighs shake around his head. Slacking off to lazily place kisses over those thighs but still pumping his fingers, crooking them into a come hither motion to brush over that special spongy spot.
Blooming stars behind your tightly closed eyes, “Watch him doll, see how much you loves devouring that pretty cunt.” Voice rough with arousal against your ear, Bucky’s metal fingers dancing over your chest only adding to your heighten state of desire.
At his command you eyes open to lock with Sam’s passion blown blacken eyes. Moaning at the picture he presents you with, panting breath as you keep drawing closer to your orgasm. Only to have Sam back off creating frustrating tension in your body. Gritting out, “I’m going to die if you don’t let me cum.”
Smirk showing in those beloved eyes as he doubles down on your clit. Lips puffy but forming a perfect O too suction and flick his tongue over the engorged nerve bundle. Fingers, third added to stretch you open and picking the pace up as your mouth drops wide in a scream Bucky devours with a deep kiss. To keep from waking the kids or Sarah, his own body on fire with a need to have you both.
Tingles quickly dancing through your veins, breath panting as you break from Bucky’s mouth, one hand gripping the sheets below the other still buried in his hair. Body on fire as you near that perfect orgasm Sam’s intent on giving you.
Denial’s not just a river in Egypt as your eyes pop open at the knock on your door. Reminiscent of what your sluggish brain comes to understand as just a very vivid dream. One that makes your heart drop with the book that’d lay on your chest now face down on the carpeted floor. You stand checking the time of mid night before heading to the door and finding Sarah on the other side with ice cream in hand.
“Figured you might need some cheering up,” letting her in and taking the bowl of your favorite ice cream.
Vivid dream lingering though you don’t share feeling a TMI moment she doesn’t and most likely wouldn’t want to know about her big brother. You steer the topics away from the non existent love life to plans for tomorrow and the coming weekend.
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Did I choose to write my TFATWS series centering Sam and his daughter because he is severely under-appreciated in the fandom, he deserves better, and I love him so fucking much, it is absolutely insane?
Did I also choose to write my TFATWS series centering Sam and his daughter because I knew I wanted the reader to call the other guy their uncle and I could absolutely not write that series having the reader repeatedly refer to him as “Uncle Sam”?
Did I also just realize that “Uncle Bucky” sounds a lot like “Uncle Buck” and am now this close to chucking myself out the the fucking window?
Sadly, also yes.
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