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from-seas-to-skies · 3 years

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Prompts: kabedon, accidentally calling your crush a kinky pet name, drunken confession

‘tough skin, tender heart’ / Kirishima x Reader ♕︎

warnings: hehe Kirishima is rock hard for a reason

words: 944

Come on, Kirishima’s smarter than this. He’s a pro hero, for crying out loud; he’s a public person, and society’s (especially the media’s) eyes are on him constantly. One dumb move and he’s sure to get dragged.

Still, it’s nice to let loose like this, especially when he’s surrounded by friends. It’s only been three years since graduating from UA, but man has a lot been going on. Between the struggles of being a pro hero and fending for himself as an adult, it’s almost like Kirishima has little to no breathing room anymore. Not going to lie, being an adult sucks major ass, but he loves being in the pro leagues.

“Bro, stop thinking so much,” Kaminari slurs, his eyes glazed over. Oh, this is just great – Kaminari’s already fucking sloshed. “Let loose! Have fun! Here, here – look at Ashido,” he babbles, jabbing a finger towards the dancefloor. Through the darkness of the club, Kirishima seeks out Ashido’s pink skin sticking out amongst the sea of sweaty bodies. “She’s out there having the time of her life.”

“Denki, man, you’re drunk,” Kirishima says.

“Oh, psssshhhh,” Kaminari rumbles, waving a dismissive hand. Slinging an arm around Kirishima’s shoulders, he leans in close and prods his friend’s solid chest. “Drink up, bud. You don’t get the chance to loosen up like this, eh? Besides…. A uh, a certain person is here!”

Dammit, Kirishima wishes Kaminari would just shut the hell up every once and a while. Despite being surrounded by loads of people and thundering music, one can’t be too sure that the wrong ears are going to pick up what Kaminari’s putting down. Instinctively, Kirishima’s eyes shoot to where you stand, drink clutched in hand and a dazzling smile on your face.

His heart clenches at the fond expression on your face. Ever since his second year in high school, Kirishima’s found himself shamelessly smitten with you. However, despite your oblivious nature and Kirishima’s stubborn one, his true feelings haven’t been told. He wants to make you smile like that, to whisk you away in his meaty arms, and to treat you like the royalty you are.

“You should talk to them,” Kaminari suggests, a shit-eating grin playing on his lips. “And maybe if you’re lucky, you’ll end up between their legs.” He giggles, then, his eyebrows waggling suggestively.

Kirishima’s face burns at his friend’s words. Sure, Kirishima would love to pull you to the side and talk your ear off, but the other thing? He can’t deny that his insides heat up pleasantly, that the slight twitch in his pants is too much to not ignore. “Fuck it,” Kirishima grunts, tipping back his head and emptying his own beer bottle.

Kaminari whoops and hollers as Kirishima slams his bottle down on a table and storms in your direction, a determined look displayed on his features. While he’s not as drunk as Kaminari, his mind is beyond hazy, and his steps aren’t as orderly as he wanted them to be. As he draws closer to where you stand, he sees you laugh at whatever Sato says; jealousy unexpectedly boils in Kirishima’s blood and his teeth gnash together. Yeah, Sato is a good guy and all, but he’s not Kirishima.

“Hey, guys,” he says, butting into your conversation. He flashes Sato a shark-toothed grin. “Buddy, mind if I steal (y/n) away for a moment? Thanks!” Before either you or Sato have the chance to respond, Kirishima’s suddenly grabbing onto your wrist and pulling you away.

“Kirishima! Hey! What are you doing!” you exclaim.

Kirishima doesn’t stop until the two of you are in the hallway leading back towards the restrooms; luckily for him, the light is even darker back here, so you probably won’t be able to see the blush burning his cheeks. A grunt slips from your lips as your back meets the brick wall, Kirishima’s large hands encaging either side of your head.

During his final year in UA, Kirishima finally hit his growth spurt; now standing at a whopping 204 centimeters, Kirishima practically towers over you. The height difference makes his insides squeeze in joy, his pulse beat harder. You’re just so cute, so fucking hot…

“Kirishima?” you ask, tone low. “Are you alright?”

“C’mon there, tiger, don’t act like a tease,” he drawls, face dropping lower. Your eyes widen at the pet name. Kirishima nearly curses for letting his tongue slip like that, but shit if he’s gonna let this opportunity pass.

“Your breath reeks of alcohol,” you continue, eyes turning half lidded. “You shouldn’t let Kaminari drag you down like that…”

“I can’t get you off my mind,” Kirishima blurts. “You’re just… you’re so cool and attractive and manly-“

“Kirishima.”

“I’m crazy about you, you know? Ever since high school-“

“Kirishima.”

“Then Kaminari had to go and put some…. thoughts in my head and I-“

“Eijirou.”

As his given name falls from your lips, Kirishima stills, his breath catching in his throat. Oh shit, now he’s done it. Damn Kaminari, spurring him on like that.

When did you get so close? Why do you look like that, so damn pretty with fluttering eyes and parted lips?

Slowly, he takes a hand off the wall and grasps your chin, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip. Blood rushes through his ears at the simple touch; his heart pounds wickedly, threatening to burst from his chest at any given second. He gasps as you reach up and lace your fingers together behind his neck and pull him even further down.

“You talk too much,” you murmur.

An inhuman squeak breaks free from his throat as the front of his pants tighten.

Uh-oh.

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avintagekiss24 · 4 years

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If three’s a crowd, then what does that make four? || Steve Rogers. Bucky Barnes.

PAIRING; Steve Rogers x black!avenger!reader x Bucky Barnes

WORD COUNT; 4,712

WARNINGS; Smut, Sex, Oral Sex (male receiving), Slight Praise Kink, Polyamory, Violence (fight scene)

SQUARE FILLED; I1 for @star-spangled-bingo SSB2020 ‘people who shoot at you usually wind up shooting at me, too’

CHALLENGE; @captain-kelli 500 Fam Writing Challenge ‘who asked you to intervene? You think you have to rescue me? You think I can’t take care of myself?’

NOTE; This is all things humor, smut, super hero fights, and unnecessary drama. Congrats again to Kelli for the followers milestone, and thanks to the Star Spangled Bingo mods for such a fun card! Both prompts are in bold, and I also went crazy with the italics, per usual. Hope you guys enjoy!

You stare at the wall in front of you as you pee on the little white stick between your legs. Your leg bounces out of anxiety as you gnaw on your bottom lip and pray to every God and Deity that you can think of. You stand and flush the toilet before walking out to set the pregnancy test on the counter. You close your eyes as you start to pace back and forth, wringing your hands within on another before you shake them out.

It’s going to be okay. This is just… it’s a scare, that’s all. You’ve been through this before. It’s just… it’s fine, you’re fine!

You push a focused breath through your teeth and place your hands on your hips as you wear a path into your carpet. Just keep thinking good thoughts, you’re fine. You’ll be fine. It’s going to be fine… despite being four weeks late. You groan inwardly as you throw your head back and let out another breath. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!

A knock comes at your bedroom door, followed by Bucky’s voice, “What’s the hold up?”

Your stomach drops to the floor as his voice floods your ears, “Just give me a minute, will ya?” You call back.

“Steve’s starting to get pissy.” Bucky calls, “Hurry up, huh?”

“Okay, okay. Two minutes.”

You shake out your hands again as you tilt your head back and force more air out of your mouth, “Okay, you can do this. It’s okay. You’re okay.” You mumble to yourself.

You come to a stop in front of the white stick. You slam your eyes closed, sending out one last prayer before you grab it and lift it eye level. You let out one last breath. You got this. You open your eyes and inhale deeply.

Two pink lines.

Pregnant.

You swear your heart stops beating right at that moment. You swallow harshly as you blink, secretly hoping that the word will change. But, no matter how many times you blink, no matter how many times you pray, the two pink lines stay the same. Pregnant. Pregnant. Pregnant. You’re pregnant. You. Are. Pregnant.

“Fuck.”

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You sit quietly on the quinjet, strapped in next to Bucky as Steve helms the controls. You keep your head down, your eyes focused on your hands as your mind repeats the same thing over, and over, and over again. Pregnant. Pregnant. Pregnant. Pregnant! How in the fuck are you pregnant? Well, not how, you know exactly how you got pregnant and when it happened.

It was a particularly active time of the month for you. You couldn’t get enough of Bucky… and Steve for that matter. The three of you finally managed to grab a few days off and decided to run off to Wakanda for a long weekend. You remember that night like it was yesterday.

You sway your hips back and forth as you dance to the music, Boss Bitch pounding through the speakers. You’ve been to your fair share of night clubs,, but nothing compares to a Wakandan night club. Bucky’s chest is pressed into your back as you grind and twerk into him, his metal arm slung around your waist protectively. You pluck a shot glass off of the tray in a waiter's hand as he passes by, and throw your head back to down the brown liquid. Your face scrunches as it burns down your throat but you shake your head quickly and push the burn away.

You turn to face Bucky and throw your arms over his shoulders as you roll your hips into his. He smirks back at you as his hands travel up and down your sides before sliding around your hips to grab your ass. He pulls your bottom half into his as you dance and sinks his teeth into his bottom lip as he watches you move.

You can feel another pair of eyes on you as the two of you, well, you dance, and Bucky just kinda stands there. You cut your eyes back to your booth and find Steve staring at you as he sips on his whiskey. At least you can get Bucky out on the dance floor - Mr. Sourpuss just likes to watch. You can still hear his words from earlier in the evening - I don’t understand how you two can listen to this shit.

You’re drunk, and horny from grinding on Bucky’s semi all night, and both of your boys are looking good. You grab another shot from another roaming waiter and toss it back before licking the sugar off of the rim. You pull on Bucky’s hand and make your way through the crowd and back to your table.

“You ready to go?” You ask loudly so Steve can hear you over the music.

He squints his eyes at you, “I’m okay baby, have some fun.”

“It’s okay.” You smile at him, your eyes all sparkly from the alcohol, “I’m ready to go.”

“You sure? We don’t have to leave just because of me. I want you to have fun tonight, don’t worry about me.”

Bucky takes the whiskey from Steve’s hand and takes a sip as he pushes his hard chest into your back, “She wants to fuck, Rogers.”

Steve raises his eyebrows as he shifts out of the booth, “You shoulda just said that then, doll.”

Steve finishes off his whiskey before the three of you head out of the club without paying a dime and make your way towards the brand new Lexus that T’Challa has supplied for your weekend (it’s nice to be friends with the king). Steve ops to drive, and as soon as you’re in the car, you’re all over the two of them. You sit in Bucky’s lap as you kiss him deeply, your tongue sliding along his, before you suck on it lightly. Your hand slithers to Steve’s shoulder as he weaves the sleek black car through the city, and pushes down his chest and stomach.

You grind your hips down into Bucky’s as you start to rub Steve’s dick through his slim cut, black chinos. His body responds almost immediately, and that’s got to be your favorite part about him - his hunger for you. The car swerves suddenly as Steve loses focus. Bucky grabs onto the door and tightens his grip on you as you dissolve into laughter and Steve’s cheeks flush pink.

It’s a miracle that the three of you make it back to your hotel in one piece. The two boys walk gingerly, both sporting rigid hard ons from your shenanigans in the car. You take the elevator to the Presidential suite, yet another perk of being a friend of T’Challa’s. One phone call and you’re all treated like royalty. The doors slide open with a soft ding and before you can step into the room, you’re thrown over Bucky’s shoulder. You giggle as he moves through the lavish room, slapping your ass playfully before he drops you onto the bed.

You sit up on your elbows and watch the two of them disrobe. You smile sweetly, ogling them both as their chiseled chests and abs are displayed for you. You reach out to touch Steve, sitting up on your knees as you run your hand down his stomach and trace his six pack. You kiss his hard tummy before you glance up at him, your teeth buried into your bottom lip as you give him your big, soft, puppy dog eyes.

Bucky’s dick is thrust in your face and you instantly grab him in your hand, stroking him slowly. Steve follows suit, grabbing your hand and placing it on his dick as the two of them start to pick and pull at your clothing. You let them strip you naked and settle back on your knees as you jerk them both off with your hands. You sweep your thumbs over the tips of their dicks before you take Steve into your mouth. You hear him exhale slowly as you slide your tongue along his shaft, keeping your eyes on his.

You moan as your bob your head a few times before releasing him with a pop. You move to Bucky, sucking his cock with the same fervor, relishing in his deep moans. You continue to pump Steve in your hand as you flick the tip of your tongue along Bucky’s slit. Bucky holds your head in his hands, pushing you forward as his hips buck into your face. Steve palms your breast, squeezing and groping gently as he starts to leak onto your hand.

Steve pushes you back onto the mattress once he’s had enough of just your hand. He climbs onto top of you, spreading your legs with his knees. He teases your cunt, pushing his dick through your wet, sticky folds and pressing at your opening. He slides into you with ease, your muscles spreading as you suck him in.

Bucky watches from the side of the bed as Steve starts to fuck you, his eyes hooded as he strokes his dick. You hiss as your body bobs up and down with Steve’s strokes and your breasts bounce with the movement. You moan loudly as you reach for Bucky, digging your fingers into his hip as you roll your head towards him to watch him.

He pulls on his balls gently as his hand glides up and down his shaft at the scene before him. His eyes are slits, his chest tight as his muscles tense and flex with his movements. It’s the sexiest thing you’ve ever seen.

Steve grips the sheets in his hands as his pace quickens. He mumbles something about how sweet your pussy is, how it drives him crazy, how you fit him so perfectly. Bucky joins in with the praise, whispering how beautiful you are when you take Steve’s dick. How pretty your tits are as the bounce with his steady, hard pace. It’s music to your ears.

You feel the hitch in Steve’s hips as he pounds into you. You tighten your muscles around him, arching your hips - wanting him to fill you up. You crave them - their seed. You want every drop, every spurt, every ribbon of cum that they can muster inside of you. You want them to make a mess of you. You want them to fill you up until their spunk overflows and leaks right back out of you.

“Give it to me baby,” You groan as Steve bucks into you, “You give me all that dick Stevie baby. Fill me up.”

Your coaxing works wonders. Steve fucks into you one more time and you can feel the heat of his spunk as he explodes. His seed coats your walls as he spills into you, his hips still pumping as he spurts over and over. He gets loud, and so does Bucky as he fucks himself to the sight of the two of you, sending you right over the edge.

You cum hard. Your clit jumps as your muscles around him contract, tightening and then relaxing as your orgasm washes over you. Your eyes flutter as the adrenaline courses through your veins and sweat pops up on your brow.

Bucky can’t wait any longer. He taps Steve and barely gives him enough time to pull out of you before he slips into you. Steve crawls up to the headboard and rests his back against it as he tries to catch his breath. He watches through hooded eyes as Bucky fucks you into the mattress, hard and fast. Steve reaches for you and palms your tit again, pulling at your nipple as he starts to stoke his dick slowly.

You shriek as you wrap your legs around Bucky’s waist. Your body is shaky and warm, your pussy achy and wet as the sounds of Bucky’s skin slapping against yours fills the room. You can hear just how wet you are - the sound of his thick cock sliding in and out of your sex adding to your arousal. His metal fingers press into your clit, the pressure pushing you closer and closer to another orgasm.

You start to quake - your body shivering as another release starts to take hold of you. You cum again within minutes of Bucky entering you, your howls bouncing off of the walls. He cums inside of you, ribbon after ribbon of his seed spurting into you. He collapses onto top of you and presses his hot lips to the side of your face as his hard, ragged breath washes over your skin.

They took turn after turn after turn with you. They fucked your ass and pussy at the same time before Steve shoved into your mouth as Bucky fucked you from behind. Steve watched as Bucky ate your pussy and you sucked his cock. Steve fingered your pussy, curling his fingers inside of you to stroke your spot as Bucky sucked on your nipple into his mouth and played with the other with his fingers. They even got a little frisky with each other as you pressed your back against the headboard and rubbed yourself into another climax.

They fucked you stupid. They fucked you until the sun rose the next day. They fucked you until you couldn’t see straight. Wanda and Nat teased you endlessly as you hobbled around the compound for the next week and a half, your pussy sore from the thorough fuckfest. You groan and drop your head into your hands as you replay the glorious weekend, remembering how you thought that your life couldn’t get any better than that.

You didn’t think about your birth control sitting in the top drawer of your dresser back at Stark Tower the entire weekend the three of you were gone. It completely slipped your mind that you would most definitely be ovulating that exact weekend.

“What’s wrong with you?” Bucky asks as he nudges you.

“Nothing,” you moan, rubbing your forehead, “I just um, I have a headache.” You feel his blue eyes on you and can’t help but grow irritated. You cut your eyes towards him as you lean back into your seat, “What?”

He widens his eyes as you snap at him, “Nothing. Just checking on you, is all. You sure you’re okay?”

“I’m fine.” You unbuckle the straps around your chest and waist and stand as Steve lands the quinjet.

Before either one of them can stop you, you’re off the jet and heading inside of the building before you. You pull your gun from your leg holster and let it lead the way as you listen intently for any movement within the building. You squint your eyes as you move up the stairs, your mind racing.

You don’t even know who the baby belongs to. What are you gonna name it? How are you going to take care of a baby and keep the world safe? What if some creep finds out about the baby? Worse, what if someone kidnaps him or her to sabotage the three of you or the rest of the team? Where will he or she go to school? Do you want a boy or a girl? God, you are going to gain so much weight.

You slam your eyes shut, cursing lightly as you try to quiet your mind. Focus, Agent. Before you can center yourself, two operatives push through the door at the landing in front of you. You fire your weapon, striking one in the arm before you scissor kick the second man. You spin the second man around, locking your arm around his neck before you fire more shots at the first. Your bullets strike him four or five more times, emptying your clip as he falls dead.

You drop your empty weapon and slam your elbow into the second man’s chest. He stumbles backward, but you’re on him before he can fully recover. You punch him in the face before flipping him over your shoulder and slamming him to the ground. You snap your head up to peer up the sets of stairs as more men pour out of the rooms above.

You take them on one by one, punching and kicking your way through them, taking out all of your anxiety and stress about your newfound condition on them. You use one as a shield and grab his wrist, pointing his weapon towards one of his own. You push your finger into his, shooting his cohort four, five, six times with his weapon before you throw him to the ground and the other man drops.

They drop like flies as you pick through them. Bullets fly all around you but your vision is so tunneled that you don’t even notice, or care. You run straight at one of them, lowering your shoulder into his chest as you run him over. You bash your elbow into his face over and over, knocking him unconscious as you grab for his gun. You lift it, about to fire again, when Steve’s shield whips through the air. It crashes into the men at the far end of the hallway before sticking in the wall.

Bucky approaches from behind the men, snapping one’s neck like a twig before he grabs and breaks another man’s arm. Steve flips over you as he and Bucky take care of your light weight. You roll your eyes as you stand, angry dusting off your legs with your hands as they swiftly dismantle the rest of the men. You’re fuming as you stand there, hands on your hips as your chest rises and falls. You’re sure that steam is piping out of your ears.

Steve pulls his shield from the wall and slides his hands through the small, square handles on the inside. He turns back towards you, his lips parting and his eyes going wide as you glare back at him. He taps Bucky, who faces in the opposite direction, surveying the hallway through the sight of his assault rifle. He glances back at you over his shoulder before he turns and eyes you cautiously.

Bucky slides his eyes to Steve slowly before returning them to you, “Why are you looking at us like that?”

“Who asked you to intervene?” You hiss, as you push your hands down your cat suit, “You think you have to rescue me? You think I can’t take care of myself?”

“What?” Steve asks, squinting his eyes at you, “Where is this coming from? We’re a team.”

You push past them angrily, bumping shoulders with Bucky as you move down the hallway, “Hey,” Bucky calls as he whips around to stare at you, “People who shoot at you usually wind up shooting at me, too. You might wanna stow that attitude, Agent.”

“Why don’t you cram it, Barnes!”

“What in the hell is wrong with you?” Steve asks as concern fills his face and eyes.

You start to feel bad as you stare back at them, after all, being an asshole isn’t going to cure you of your current disposition. Your chest heaves as your mind starts to race again, buzzing through all of the questions of parenthood. Your stomach starts to churn as the anxiety and fear and adrenaline from your fight starts to flood through you. You are so irresponsible, your brain hisses, you could have gotten yourself killed. You have to start thinking about the baby!

You swallow hard and immediately take a deep breath as you rest your hands on your hips again. You bend over suddenly, dragging in deep breaths as your stomach twists and turns. You feel a hand on your back and feel Steve and Bucky’s bodies huddling around you. You push away from them and turn away just as the bile rises in your throat.

Bucky holds your ponytail as you puke your guts up. Steve rubs your back slowly - neither one leaving your side until you’re finished. Tears flood your eyes as you spit before standing up straight, placing your hands on your hips again. How in the fuck could you be so stupid!

Steve and Bucky follow you with their eyes as you start to pace back and forth, wiping at your face angrily, “Babe, what is going on?” Bucky finally asks.

You shake your head as you finally let out a quick sob, “I’m -” God, you can’t even say it.

“What?” Steve asks softly as he moves up beside you again, “You’re what?”

You cover your face with your hands, shaking your head slowly before you close your eyes and tilt your head towards the ceiling, “I’m pregnant.”

The words ring in your ears. Complete silence falls over the three of you as you stand in the body riddled hallway. Now’s probably not the best time, considering that you’re in a building infested with the opposition, but what-the-fuck-ever. Your life as you know it is over anyway.

“Pregnant?” Bucky asks as if he’s unfamiliar with the term, “How did you-”

“Oh, so it’s my fault?” You snap at him, cutting him off before he can finish.

“Buck,” Steve starts, “Not now.”

“Let me finish!” He yells, “How did you think it was a good idea to come on this mission?” He asks angrily, “Are you trying to get yourself killed?”

“Bucky -” Steve starts.

“No, that’s idiotic!”

You stare at them like each one has two heads as they start to squabble back and forth. You squint your eyes as your mouth falls open. You literally just told them that you’re pregnant - you are with child - and this fool is worried about why you came on the mission? Really?

“I’m sorry,” You start, closing your eyes as you hold out your hands, “Did you hear me? Did you hear what I said?” You shout at them, quieting them instantly, “I’m pregnant!”

“Yeah, we heard you the first time.” Steve says.

You widen your eyes as you throw your hands into the air, “And that’s all you have to say? Why did you come on the mission?”

“What else do you want us to say?” Bucky quips, “You’re putting my baby in harm's way! Get your ass back in the quinjet!”

“Your baby?” Steve asks incredulously, “What makes you think it’s your baby?”

The two start to bicker again, leaving you completely baffled, but then suddenly angry again, “Guys! Focus, will you! How in the hell am I going to raise a baby? I’m an avenger! I fight crime for a living!” They both stop and look back at you as you continue to ramble, “I don’t even know which one of you is the father… I can’t remember where I leave my goddamn phone is half the time, how am I going to be responsible enough to raise a kid? And you two goons are arguing about whether or not I should be here!”

Steve glances over at Bucky before he places his eyes on you again, “Are you serious? You’re going to be a great mom.” He says confidently and slightly confused as to why you think you won’t be.

“What are you going on about? You’ll be great.” Bucky adds, “To be honest, I’m a little surprised that you didn’t think this was going to happen eventually. We all know that you aren’t the best at taking your pills.”

Steve nods slowly as he shrugs in agreement, “He’s got a point.”

You cut your eyes towards them and set your lips in a hard line as you squint, “Wow.”

“I’m just saying,” Bucky huffs as he rests his hands on his hips, “Your phone isn’t the only thing you lose track of.”

“Guys,” You whine, “You’re not taking this seriously.”

“We are taking this seriously.” Steve says as he pulls your side into his, “We love you, doll. You’re not going to go through this alone.”

“What if somebody finds out? What if this baby puts everyone in jeopardy?” You ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

Bucky circles your waist with his arm and places a kiss to your temple, “That’s not going to happen, we won’t let that happen. Don’t you worry about that.”

“Look at Scott and Clint,” Steve shrugs, “They both have families that are perfectly healthy and safe. Fury can get us a safe house if we need one.”

“Or, I’m sure we could go to Wakanda. T’Challa loves us, “Bucky laughs softly, “Nobody would find us there.”

Steve turns you to face him and grabs your face in his hands, “We are going to be here every step of the way. You just let us do all of the worrying. You need to stay calm. Okay?”

You don’t know why, but you do feel a little better, “Okay.” You nod.

“We’ll take care of you,” Bucky says as he rests his chin on your shoulder and flattens his palm to your stomach, “Plus, Bucky Jr. is going to be the coolest kid around.”

“Bucky Jr?” Steve rolls his eyes, “That’s an awful name. Now Steven Grant Rogers II,” he nods slowly, “That is a strong name.”

Bucky scoffs as he lets you go, “You’re kidding yourself. James Buchanan is plenty solid.”

“They used to call you fucky Bucky. My kid isn’t going through that.”

“Please. The ladies called me fucky Bucky for a reason, Steve.” The two men start to walk off, before Bucky turns back to face you, “Babe, please get back on the jet, okay? We’ll be back in a few minutes.”

“I can still help.” You huff.

They both point in unison towards the front entrance, “Quinjet. Now.” Steve orders.

You roll your eyes and turn, mumbling as you head back out towards the stealth jet. You turn on your heel just as you reach the door, “Don’t think you can start bossing me around, either! I ain’t got no time for that shit!”

“Get your ass on that jet!” You hear Bucky shout back, “Before I put you there!”

“Whatever.” You mumble as you walk your ass right back to the jet.

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You hold your sweet little bundle of joy in your hands, a silly smile on your face as Bucky and Steve huddle around you. Steve sniffs back tears as Bucky rubs the hours old baby’s cheek as she suckles on your breast.

“She has your eyes, bud.” Bucky says softly as he glances over at Steve.

Steve shrugs, “Nah, that’s all you. Look at that nose.”

“Don’t fight, boys.” You smile, not able to take your eyes off of her, “She’s perfect, and she looks like me anyway.”

“She is.” Bucky answers, grabbing her little hand in his to rub the back of her hand, “And she does.”

“She absolutely is. You did good, babe.” Steve whispers, kissing your cheek.

You smile widely as you finally tear your eyes from her to look up at your six foot one, two hundred pound ball of emotion, “I love you guys,” You whisper, tossing your eyes to Bucky, “I couldn’t have done this without you two.”

They both press their noses into your hair and kiss your head before they do their best to envelope you and the precious little cargo in their arms, “We need a name for her. I don’t think Bucky Jr. or Steven Grant Rogers II is going to work.” You laugh.

“I’ve been thinking about that,” Bucky starts, “What about Sarah Rebecca Barnes-Rogers? For my sister and Steve’s mom.”

“Awww,” You coo, cupping his chin in your palm, “I love that.”

“I like it too,” Steve nods, “But I think Rogers-Barnes sounds better.”

Bucky scrunches his face, “No it doesn’t.”

“It kinda does, yeah.” Steve counters, shrugging slightly.

“Not really, no. Barnes-Rogers flows a lot better than Rogers-Barnes.”

“Bucky-” Steve sighs.

“Steve.”

You roll your eyes as they start to argue again, shaking your head before you place your lips to the little girl’s head, “Thank God you’re here.” You whisper to her, “I’m gonna need all the help I can get with these two, baby girl.”

“Rogers-Barnes.” Steve huffs.

“Barnes-Rogers.” Bucky counters quickly, shrugging defiantly.

You sigh happily as they go back and forth behind you, neither one knowing that little Sarah Rebecca will be taking your last name. It’s not 1950 anymore; you ain’t got no time for that bullshit.

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I Swear She’s an Angel | Ch. 3

Sweet Pea x OFC Mika

Summary: During a late night truck drive, Sweet Pea shares some of his past, while Mika shoves hers farther down. Will he break through her tough as nails exterior? Or will he be doomed to always be kept at an arms length...

Author notes: Chapter 3 is here! We hope you like where they’re taking us, because we just let them do the typing. As always, feedback is always appreciated!

Warnings: None, just your typical Sweet Pea and Mika angst.

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 4

Sweet Pea catches flashes of Mika’s dark eyes as they drive past lamp posts. He watches her sideways as she plays with her lower lip, pulling at it. He sees how full her lips are but keeps himself from laughing at the way she sits in his pickup; her legs pulled up and her chin resting on her knees. “Are you going to tell me where you live?” he asks her. “Or am I gonna have to drive around all night?”

Mika smiles out the window and he sees her eyes glass over in the moonlight. “You’re gonna have to drive around all night,” she says with a shrug.

Sweet Pea shakes his head as he changes gear, looking over to her. “Hey,” he starts, poking his finger into her shoulder, giving her a shock. “You don’t trust me?”

She looks over to him in the driver’s seat. “No,” she starts. “I don’t. But I don’t feel like going home either.”

Sweet Pea takes his eyes off the road for a moment, frowning at Mika. He had picked her up from the club at 11am. He honestly thought they had made some kind of progress in the hours they’d been together because for the first time since meeting her, she didn’t take a stab at his ego. There were a few things that Sweet Pea had figured out about her. She was super fucking intelligent and made him feel like a fucking idiot. She was funny.

And she was really, really closed off.

“You don’t trust me?” he laughs, booming through the truck and out the window where the air wasn’t as cold as it had been only a month ago. “If you think I was going to do anything to you, don’t you think I would have done it already?”

“So you’ve thought out a plan?” she challenges, meeting his gaze in the mirror.

Sweet Pea groans, taking his hand off the gear stick for just a moment to rub his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose for relief. “Listen, Mimi -”

“Don’t call me that, Sweety,” she says with a poisonous tone. “Or I’ll be utilising the tailgate of this truck and the bottom of your guys most beloved river.”

Sweet Pea swallows loudly. As much as he wanted to laugh in Mika’s face, there was an air of truth in her words and it was something that not only scared him.

But fucking had him wanting to know just how far this girl would go.

“I don’t know what kinda people you fucked with back where you’re from, but I’m not about to do anything stupid with the new girl in the middle of the night, okay?”

For the first time all day, she falls silent. He can feel her shift her legs a little higher up the seat of his Dodge and he hears her take a steadying breath, “You Serpents sure do take your laws seriously....”

“Law five, baby -”

“A Serpent never betrays his own,” she cuts off sternly. “And don’t call me baby, either.”

Sweet Pea raises an eyebrow. Almost everything that fell out of the girls mouth surprised him. “You know the laws?”

“FP never told you? I’m practically born royalty,” Mika says, blowing Sweet Pea a kiss. “Bow to your Queen and that kinda shit.”

Sweet Pea pauses for a moment, shaking his head. “He hasn’t really said anything to be honest.”

“Good,” is all she says. “Just the way I like it.”

“Mysterious?”

“Keep ‘em guessing,” Mika replies lightly.

Sweet Pea keeps driving through town. Fog was starting to settle and he was tired but he knew that if she really wanted to go home, she would have said so by now.

His frequency had been so far stretched recently, he didn’t know where he stood at this point. Half of his very being was torn between wanting to make something of himself and the other half was venom pulsing through his bloodstream. Everyday he felt a little older. Every bad thing that was practically handed to him on a silver platter wore him out and whatever slither of pure good he had in his life just made him feel guilty.

For some reason, the moonlight made Mika’s hair seem a little lighter. He watched her face cut in and out through dim lights. Mika’s eyes shoot to the mirror just as he was watching her bite her lip again. “Uhh,” he says awkwardly.

Mika shoots him a smile and rolls her eyes. “Don’t be so nervous all the time,” she sighs. “It makes it so obvious that you’re watching me.”

Sweet Pea snickers, shaking his head with his mess of hair falling into his eyes. “I’m not watching you,” he scoffs. “I was just looking in my rearview.”

Mika punches Sweet Pea’s shoulder, he holds back the need to rub it because shit, she packed a punch. “Are you just looking in your rearview mirror when we’re at the club? Are you just looking in your rearview mirror when we’re at school?” she asks, malice lacing her words. “Because Fangs and Toni won't buy that story for a second.”

Sweet Pea grips the steering wheel a little tighter, remembering to kick Fangs’ ass and to tell Toni to piss off out of his life. “Fangs and T are the gossiping old hags,” Sweet Pea says, refusing to meet her eyes again. “They like to stir drama, don’t believe anything they tell you.”

Sweet Pea always knew the only person he could trust these days was Jug. He makes a mental note to make sure Toni and Fangs know that.

“Oh my god,” Mika exclaims. “Honestly? You’re going to act like a little kid?”

“What?” he says, giving her a sideways glare.

“Just own it,” she moans. “I mean, I would be fucking blind if I hadn’t looked at you.”

Sweet Pea feels her words sitting in the truck alongside them. “All I’m getting from this is that you think I’m hot,” he mumbles.

“I’m not arguing that logic,” she says. “You’re using your brain...”

Sweet Pea’s chest caves as he goes into the wrong gear, making his truck scream against the wet road, glaring at Mika at the same time, watching her lip suck in. As the truck swerves a little, she clings onto the door handle.

His mind keeps running, patting the dash of his truck. “Sorry, baby,” he murmurs.

“You guys have this weird thing towards your vehicles,” Mika states. “Come on, give me an origin story,” she coaxes, “it’s not often a 19 year old cruises the streets in a 79 Dodge…”

“78,” he corrects. They sit in soul cleansing silence while he forces his heart to talk. He hated being open. Being open meant that people knew things about him that he didn’t even care to admit were part of him. But they were in the streets of Riverdale at 2am searching for something neither of them truly knew what they were looking for. “It was my grandpa’s,” he tells her. “A gift from Nan when I was 16. I flipped it myself, took me about a year on my own, another 3 months on top of that with the help of Betty and Fangs.”

She hums quietly alongside Kings of Leon, a gift from Betty for his birthday. “And your parents didn’t care that you just got this massive piece of metal for your birthday? Sounds like a death trap if you ask me.”

Sweet Pea’s mind weakens for a split second, keeping his eyes plastered in front of them. “I don’t think they would have,” he says quietly. “Dad loved metal and I don’t really know anything about what my mom would or wouldn’t have cared about…” he exhales roughly, running his hand over his face. “All I know is that she didn’t care about me.”

As soon as the words come out of his mouth, he regrets it. He wants to snatch them up. The road they were driving didn’t seem short enough when he opened up so much. A hand reaches out and pats his forearm, black nails dancing on his skin. “What happened, if you don’t mind me asking?” she says quietly. “I get it if you don’t want to say anything. Saying shit out loud hurts a lot more than bottling it up unhealthily,” she says with a small laugh.

“I do mind,” he says blankly. His heart beats so hard, it’s coming out of his ribcage and spilling into the truck with them.

They sit in silence as he finds the road to Sweetwater.

The roads roam in so many directions, he feels lost even though he knows the roads like the back of his hand. He hadn’t spoke about his parents in the longest time. He doesn’t even know who knows his story. It’s buried so deep in him, sometimes, if he tries hard enough, the story doesn’t even exist.

He swallows down a level of malice that he doesn’t want to acknowledge but the buzzing at the back of his head keeps up. For some reason, watching Mika curled up on her seat made him want to at least try.

“Grandpa died when I was 4,” he starts. “It was always me, Nan and dad. Dad passed when I was 10. Worst day of my fucking life.”

The static is loud against the sound of the truck rattling across gravel road. He can see Mika’s chest rising and falling so fast, it was like she was out of breath but she places a hand back on him. Making him feel grounded. Keeping him here. “I get that,” she whispers. “I get it a little too much.”

He plays with her words for a little bit, wondering just what she meant. “You lost your parents too?”

She plays with the split in the knee of her jeans, keeping herself occupied. “I lost everything the day I lost them,” she says with a nervous laugh. “All I have is me and my bike and everything that FP and Jug can offer me without feeling like some fucked up pity party.”

Sweet Pea smiles weakly to himself. “I get that a little too much too.”

Mika turns to look at him. “And your mom?” she asks warily. “She’s around?”

“She hasn’t been around in a long time, sugar,” he says, dripping sour with his words. “Wouldn’t even recognise her if she passed me on the street. Not that I would ever end up in California.”

“I’m sorry,” is all she says.

“Don’t be,” he replies with a sigh. “My Nan is the only woman that means anything to me and I’d pretty much skin a person alive if they did anything to her.”

Mika chuckles, finally letting her eyes light up again. “She raised you, and she didn’t do a shitty job,” she shrugs. “I bet with the Serpents, if anyone did anything to your Nan, you’d be waiting in line to skin the person.”

“I would skin the person who tried to get in line before me too for taking the privilege away from me.”

Mika’s eyes darken. “That’s fucking scary.”

“Too scary?”

“Nah,” she replies softly. “Just my kinda level of fucked up scary.”

“Good,” he says, relief edging into his voice. “I like fucked up too.”

Mika looks out her window, still hanging on to the door handle. “Maybe we have a little more in common than we thought, Sweety.”

He lets it fall silent. Having a certain weight off his shoulders, he tries to pinpoint the last time he felt like his frequency wasn’t so untouchable. A moment of peace was what he was hanging onto right now and everything seemed just a little more right than it had in the last few months. He liked her, he knew it. But she came around in a storm yet she was offering the peace he had been begging for.

They pull up to the river’s edge. It had been a long time since he was last out here but at this time of the morning, it still held on to the serenity. “We came at a good time,” he announces.

“Good conditions for an good old fashioned murder?” she teases.

“Nah,” he laughs. “Missed the Northsider’s fuck sessions.”

“Those vanilla’s sure know how to keep it classy, don’t they?”

Sweet Pea winds down the windows and lets the silence wash over a little more. When he’s with Toni, it’s usually erratic conversations that go on for hours. Jughead has a silence that makes Sweet Pea feel uncomfortable and Fangs’ energy gets Sweet Pea so hyped up, it makes him a little crazy. Mika’s presence was so chill, Sweet Pea didn’t want this to ever end. “Do you miss Chicago?”

She stops for a moment with her hands in her bag, looking for something but he sees her lips pursing and she closes her eyes. “How did you know I’m from Chicago?” she asks, a harshness in her tone.

Sweet Pea knits his eyebrows together before saying; “Jug told me.”

She opens her eyes before pulling a joint out of her bag and looking at Sweet Pea, a seriousness on her face. “Of course he did,” she mutters. “Do you mind?” she asks, waving the joint in the air.

“I’m down for a blunt,” he tells her. “Maybe it’ll help me sleep tonight.”

They hop out of the truck and he jumps into the back tray of the Dodge. Mika stands at the back and he hands out his hand, “Do you trust me?” he asks.

She eyes his hand for a moment and says; “Was that an Aladdin reference?”

He feels his face turning red. “Yeah it fucking was.”

Mika laughs as she takes his hand and he hauls her up with ease. “I don’t have a blanket or anything like that, I’m sorry.”

They sit down and Mika sparks the joint up. Sweet Pea watches her head fall back a little and her eyes close again, letting the smoke take over her. Sweet Pea takes off his jacket with the moon shining on the snake, almost making it move and slither. He lays it down on the truck and Mika lays back on it, lighting the joint again and inhaling. She passes it over to him and he holds it in his throat, his lungs fill until they overflow. His mind fucking splits in half, he feels like he's hovering over himself for a moment. “Thanks for this,” she hums again.

Sweet Pea’s body feels free as he lets the smoke take him. Everything that this girl has ever said today repeats like secrets in his mind but he’s enjoying it. Liking the normality of the situation. “You didn’t answer my question about Chicago,” he presses. “Don’t you miss your friends?”

She puts her hands behind her head, watching the sky. “Cliche of you to want to get deep while we’re smoking a blunt under the stars, don’t you think?”

He feels heat creeping up his cheeks again, spreading into his trachea. “Kinda the ideal situation, don’t you think?”

“No,” she says flatly. “There’s things I miss about Chicago. I miss my people. There’s things there I don’t miss though.”

“Like what?” he asks, taking another drag of the joint.

“Memories.”

Sweet Pea doesn’t go for more information. He understood. Sometimes it’s hard to face the memories and he didn’t want her to feel any worse. “Right.”

“The city though, it’s amazing. I don’t know how you guys hang out here your whole life!” she says with a little more enthusiasm in her voice. She elbows him in the ribs and Sweet Pea holds back another flinch.

“Don’t knock Riverdale, okay?”

“I miss the city, I miss the hustle and bustle!” she carries on with her hands in the air and sense of freedom in her voice. He wonders just how much she really misses Chicago and if maybe, her animation is all for show. Everytime she even refers back to the city, there’s a sense of longing. He has a slight shame building in him because how the fuck is he picking up all these signs from one conversation with a girl he barely knows?

What the hell is she doing to him?

“But your friends?” he asks. “Don’t they want to come and see you?”

She stops dead. Her hands stop waving and she looks over at him, lying next to her. “I have two friends I miss so much.”

“If you miss them so much, why don’t you see them? Or why don’t they come and see you? If Fangs was in another city, I’d see that fucker so much he’d come home.”

Mika’s mouth opens and closes while she searches for answers. He wonders if she’d even tell the truth or make something up to smooth things over. “I don’t let people in.”

He didn’t have to be told to know that this was true. Through the day, Mika spoke constantly but he didn’t know her any better.

But Sweet Pea accepts that he feels like not knowing anything about her past doesn’t mean he feels like he doesn’t know her on a level that he just can’t put into words.

“Eh,” he says quietly. “Nothing good comes from letting people in,” he reassures her. “Why would you want to be fucked over from others when you’re already being fucked by yourself.”

Mika smiles to the sky. “Something like that.”

“How did you end up in Riverdale?”

Again, the silence falls over them and he doesn’t fight it. This time, she answers a little faster. “I’m taking a year off to try and figure out some stuff.”

“What?”

“Jesus,” she groans, “Are you a toddler who needs to question everything?”

Sweet Pea groans. “I honestly thought we were having a moment there,” he complains and jokes at the same time. “But you want to be so vague ass on everything.”

“I’m just going through some stuff,” she says quickly.

“So you’ve told me,” he says with a roll of his eyes. “We all go through shit, remember?”

“Using my own words against me,” she almost snaps. “Well played, dude.”

It’s palpable the silence this time.

The river seems to pick up as they lay outside. Time passes so slowly when they lay in a silence that keeps Sweet Pea’s heart steady. “Do you want to talk about your shit?” he asks and before he can feel stupid for even letting those words spill from his mouth she turns to look at him again.

“One day,” she replies. “Maybe.”

He puts his hands on his face. Spilling everything that he had tried to bury was not his intention but part of him was forcing it all out. “Sometimes I don’t know where my life is heading.”

Mika seems taken aback at first, but the concern in her eyes seems to make Sweet Pea feel a little better. “I know what you mean.”

He has a panic pulsing through him that he can’t ignore. Having voiced his biggest fear, he felt so stripped to the bone. “My Nan deserves more than what I can give her,” he says with a laugh that’s as venomous as how he feels. “I’m not proud of the things I do. I’m not proud of the fucking scars and the beatings. I fucked up a kid the other day so bad, Fangs had to tell me to stop.”

She sighs and her eyes close again as if she was searching for a peace that Sweet Pea was already feeling. He wants to give it to her but he feels she’s so closed off. “Sometimes it’s like that. But you’re not a bad person. And the fact that you can even comprehend what’s happening around you is a huge step.”

He chuckles. “Are you a therapist?”

“No,” she smiles. “But I should probably see one.”

He rolls on his side to watch her. This time, he doesn’t try and hide it. “You don’t get tired of being so guarded?”

“You don’t get tired of asking me questions?”

“I just want to get to know you,” he says quietly.

Mika frowns. “You will.”

“When?” he presses again. “Tell me how you ended up here, tell me about your family.”

“There’s nothing to tell!” Mika says with a snap and tension in her neck. Sweet Pea can see her fists are clenched and a tightness in her jaw.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbles, wishing he could take it all back. “I didn’t mean to piss you off, I swear.”

Hair falls into Mika’s eyes and Sweet Pea holds back at first but then reaches out, his long fingers hovering in front of her. She quickly jerks back and goes to hit his hand away but he pulls back. “Hey!” she says quickly, eyes growing wider.

Sweet Pea sucks in air through his teeth, shaking his head. “Shit, no, Mika!” he says, panic in his voice. “I wasn’t going to hurt you!”

Slowly again, he reaches out to brush the hair behind Mika’s ear and she sinks into it, letting him barely touch her. “Sorry,” she says weakly. “I just… I know I’m kinda touchy-feely, but sometimes I just kinda…”

“Don’t worry about it,” he says in a breath. He holds his hands up to her. “Wont ever use these ever again, I promise.”

Mika gives him a weak smile again before rolling onto her back and closing her eyes. “Thanks for all of this,” she whispers. “Just please promise that for tonight, you wont ask anymore questions.”

“Shouldn’t make promises you can’t keep.”

“Well fucking keep it, Sweety,” she snaps.

Sweet Pea smiles to himself. “Alright, I promise. But only because you might kick my ass.”

“Change the ‘might’ to a ‘will’.”

“As if I’m going to admit that a girl can kick my ass, god damn, I’m not stupid.”

“Do you ever stop talking? When I met you, I didn’t even know you were capable of talking.”

Sweet Pea groans. “You’re actually fucking killing me right now, woman,” he says. “Do you want me to take you home?”

“No,” Mika answers with a sigh. “Drop me off to FP’s soon and I’ll get home from there.”

At this moment, he doesn’t bother arguing.

All Sweet Pea could think of was that it meant a little more time with the girl he couldn’t figure out.

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