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luxesiren · 11 months

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⸻ 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇 𝐒𝐄𝐗 :: wade wilson x black reader

synopsis :: wade comes back home from “business" and asks if you wanted to smoke with him and of course you did

cw :: 3.1k+ words MDNI, intentional lower case, fem!black reader, drug use (marijuana), established relationship, fluff, porn w/o plot, smut; oral sex (m receiving), fingering, dirty talk, praise, tummy bulge, riding, rough sex, dry humping, spanking, overstimulation, mating press, daddy kink, and degradation

a/n :: i’ve been wanting to write for marvel characters, i just haven’t but i think writing wade wilson is the best character to start off with cause i love him😩 but uhm this is technically a recycled work of mine and i’m just sharing it with y’all! so enjoy!

it’s been a while since you’ve seen wade, he’s always away for “business” and even though you knew exactly what his business entailed but it didn’t phase you. naturally, you were excited to see wade so when he came home and kissed you, you were practically floating. he asked you if you wanted to smoke with him and who were you to say no?

there you were with your legs across wade’s lap, watching him roll the blunt so effortlessly, you just could’t stop staring at him, his mask half way on and it makes you want to see the rest of his face, the scars covering his face visible but you never cared, at the end of the day, his looks weren’t his most important factor. you leaned over and kissed his cheek with a smile, he turned to look at you with a smile on his face, “what was that for?”

“just cause, baby.” you reply, shrugging your shoulders and leaning back against the couch. he finished rolling the blunt and sealing it up perfectly before he took his lighter and lit it up, inhaling some the smoke before passing it to you. it was always good smoking with wade, he always made sure you were good and that you weren’t tripping out from the weed but he always catered to your every need, smoking with him always made you horny – no matter what it was, you always ended up in some compromising position with him making you cum until you couldn’t anymore.

you passed it back to him and he took a drag of it, holding in the smoke and exhaling shortly after, “you always have this pink gloss on the blunt, i’m two seconds away from just buying some for myself.”

“baby- what?” you laughed, you couldn’t help it, he was a fool. he passed the blunt back to you and you already the felt the high coming on as you kept passing it back and forth between each other. “be quiet, you just tryna be funny”

“it made you laugh so i think it worked.” wade laughed, his hand resting on your thigh, squeezing gently before caressing, he always loved your thighs. he would always have his hands on your thighs, sometimes just resting there and other times his hand would be between them. wade couldn’t take his eyes off you, his lids low and somewhat heavy – the high not really doing much for him but it still affected him in a way but he just couldn’t stop staring at you.

you caught him looking and you giggled, “what? i got something on my face?” and wade just shook his head, pulling you into his lap without another word. you squealed before you finally settled, his hands on your waist before they moved to your ass. he was always handsy even without the weed.

“i’m just looking at you, baby. that’s all.” he replied, voice low and rough from the smoke.

you took a final hit from the blunt before you leaned over him to put it out on the ashtray, “really? you missed me?” your hands wrapped around his neck as you leaned down to whisper in his ear.

“always do, snookums.” he said with a smile, leaning in to kiss you but before his lips could meet yours, you pulled back and looked at him with your eyebrow raised, “what?”

you smacked your lips and crossed your arms, “you know i love to see your face, why do you keep playing with me?”

“my goodness, such a sassy little thing,” he rolled his eyes before taking off his mask and tossing it to the side, “is that better?”

“much better.” you responded before you pulled him back, kissing his lips softly and your hands still wrapped around his neck, your chest pressed against his. his hands gripping your ass while he deepens the kiss. you admit that you missed him too, tired of being on facetime with him and texting pictures of himself just to tease you about how much he missed you.

not long after, your back was pressed against the couch and wade was on top of you, his lips sucking on your bottom lip before pulling back and kissing down your jawline to your neck, sucking marks and biting down causing you to whine. your thighs pressed together, your pussy ruining your panties with how wet you were for him.

his hand roamed your body, he played with your tits, thumbs pressing down on your nipples making you whimper in his mouth and he loves to hear you like that, making as much noise as you can for him. your eyes glossy and rolling to the back of your head from how he was rutting against you, the thick bulge that rested in his sweats was enough to drive you insane, pressing against your clit making you grind into him.

his hands moved to pull off your panties, not wasting a second before two of his fingers teased your folds. the grip you had on his shoulders tightened with every rub against your cunt, his lips never left yours. instead it was you who pulled away to moan his name. he loved hearing his name on your lips, so sweet and so breathless coming from you. “wade, fuck…i want more.”

he didn’t protest, wanting to give you whatever you wanted — missing you as much as you missed him and he didn’t deny it. you felt how much he missed you with how delicate he touched you, drawing out every movement of his, two of his fingers moved inside you, his thumb circling your clit and making you leak more slick. “jesus, baby, you look so pretty like this. i think i could cum just from that face you’re making.”

“yeah? wouldn’t that make it easy? cumming so easy just from my face?” you chuckled which quickly turned into a moan when his fingers curled just right, “mm wade..”

“you’re doing so good for me, taking my fingers so well.” his fingers thrusting in and out slowly, gradually picking up the pace. he wanted to see you fall apart for him, your thighs tempted to close around his hand but he didn’t allow it, his free hand spreading them apart even further.

your whines made him even harder in his sweats that it was almost painful but he didn’t care, not when you were squirming and making a mess of his fingers. your thighs started to tremble and he knew that you were close, he didn’t stop moving his fingers, keeping the same pace and making you moan loudly, whimpering from the drag of his fingers against your sensitive walls making you grab his wrist but he kept going, nothing would stop him.

“wade, m’gonna cum, please..” you begged, you wanted him to give you what you so desperately wanted, what you needed. he let you do just that, whining loudly and cumming around his fingers. he didn’t pull his fingers just yet, giving you one last thrust before he pulled out slowly licking his fingers clean all while looking you in the eyes. “taste good, daddy?”

his hand came down slapping your thigh roughly making you cry out before you smirk at him, you pull yourself up settling down in his lap and kissing him, moaning when you taste yourself on his tongue. his hands move down your back landing on your ass and squeezing before smacking your ass making you arch your back and whimper, “you what i missed?” he asks, his voice deep in your ear making you squirm.

“hm? tell me what you missed, daddy.” you reply, causing him to groan, your hand move to his sweats moving your hand over his bulge stroking slowly just to work him up. “i think i can guess what..”

“fuck..baby” he was losing his mind and you found joy in watching him grip the couch cushions to find some relieve, his hip moving into your hand and you can’t help but to chuckle. you move to pull out his cock, hard and heavy in your hand but you missed the feeling of him in your han and leaking precum – you kissed his lips softly, just enough to get him even more riled up and wanting more. his eyes still low and light red from the high he was still sporting but that just made you want him even more, his gaze never leaving yours as you got down on your knees.

his legs spread and you always loved when he sat like that but now you were in between them and you missed being on your knees for him. barely containing your excitement when you started to stroke him even more, your hand moving up and hand on him making his hips jerk and a groan to slip from his lips. you let go to spit in your hand, returning to his cock and moving at that same pace before you moved closer, one hand resting on his thigh and the other guiding his cock towards your lips.

not wasting any time you kissed his tip, licking at the precum that was there, still stroking down his shaft and teasing him just a bit before you started to suck the tip in your mouth. “s-shit, baby” his hand resting on your head, starting to grip your hair just a little and you felt a little pride in making him act like this but you know it’s because he missed you and he loved having his dick sucked.

you missed having his dick in your mouth, your tongue moved against his tip before your lips fully wrapped around him causing him to curse under his breath and his thigh twitched against your hand, his hips itched to move, tempted to fuck your face. your head bobbed and your tongue licked at the vein residing on the side of his cock, making you moan around him and he couldn’t help the way his hip jerked and almost choked you but you never minded, you loved when he lost control of himself and started to fuck your face. you pulled off, letting the spit that gathered on your tongue drip down his shaft before you moved your hands, twisting your wrist just the way he liked it.

wade couldn’t take his eyes off you, you were like a dream and he felt like h was heaven – your hands kept moving against him before your lips were back on him again and he couldn’t help the way his head tossed back and he moaned out loud. “you must’ve missed having daddy’s dick in your mouth” he said, his hands moving to grip your hair, pushing you down further onto his cock, he relished in feeling you try to swallow around him before you got the hang of it and relaxed your throat to let him in.

you weren’t expecting him to push you down further and usually it wasn’t hard to relax your throat to take all of him but it was and you chalked it up to be the fact that you hadn’t had his dick in a few weeks but you quickly got the hang of it and relaxed your throat, swallowing him down just like he wanted. his hands tight in your hair and moving your head up and down at his pace, your tongue swirled around his tip before he pushed you down again making you take every inch of him.

he couldn’t take it anymore, he pulled you off his dick and pulled you into his lap. “you drive me insane, you know? can’t wait anymore, gotta fuck you.” his words slightly slurred and his lips were on yours again, your arms wrapped around his neck and pulling him impossibly closer to you. his hands moved to the underside of your thighs, lifting you up while your hands guided his cock to your cunt, rubbing it against your folds coating him in more of your slick before you started to sink down.

the collective groans from the both of you were loud and wade waited until you adjusted to him before he grabbed your hips and started to move you, guiding you as if you needed the practice but you didn’t, he was just desparate and needed more of you. your head dropped onto his shoulder, biting down slightly before you moved to look at him – your hips moving on their own accord now, bouncing on his cock like you needed it as if it was the air you breathed. “mm fuck, daddy feels good.”

he loved when you called him daddy, made him want to fuck you senseless, “you know what that name does to me..”

you chuckled, “i know..right there, baby..” you moaned when his hip met your thrusts, fucking up into you roughly and his pace relentless making you cry out and fuck, it felt good but you wanted more, needed more.

wade always noticed when you needed, always attentive to you. “what do you need, baby? tell me, tell daddy what you need.” he said, he kissed down your neck leaving marks that would last a few days but you didn’t care. his hands gripped your hips again thrusting into you harder as you kept bouncing on him.

“fuck! i need you to fuck me..please.”

wade smirked, “but i’m already fucking you. what else could you need?” he knew exactly what you meant but he liked to see you beg for it. “hmm maybe you could tell me what you mean.”

“wade you know what i mean, don’t play.” you retorted, your hips still moving but you needed him deeper and he knew that so why wasn’t he giving it to you.

“maybe i do or maybe i don’t.” he said, slowing his thrusts which made you whine, clawing at his chest, “beg for it. beg for daddy, c’mon, i know you can do it. use your words and ask for it.”

you couldn’t help but to whimper at his words, the softness of his voice making you want to do whatever he asked of you and you did just that, “please, daddy? please, fuck me harder?”

that’s all he wanted. you couldn’t even settle with what happened before you were on your back and your legs were resting on his shoulders, he pulled out and slammed back in making you scream, “see? such a good girl, asking daddy to fuck you harder.” his hands parted your legs and moved them to your chest putting you in his favorite position just so he could fuck you harder, deeper, just the way you want him to.

your hand gripped the couch cushions, drool leaking out the side of your mouth almost continuous from the deep thrust he kept giving you – his tip kissing your cervix and you couldn’t help but to keep clenching around him, you wanted to keep him inside of you just like that. his hands gripped your thighs tightly becoming overwhelmed by the pleasure, his eyes watched as your cunt swallowed his cock, clenching and unclenching around him every time he pulled out and pushed back in.

tears sprung in your eyes but it all felt heavenly, feeling just how deep he was almost making your tummy bulge, your hand moved to rest on your stomach and you looked up at him seeing him focused on your pussy. “‘s good, please, please.”

“please what? you want more?” his eyes locked with yours as he changed the pace of his thrusts, slowly moving his hips making you feel everything he had to give you, “want daddy to fuck you like a slut? hm?”

the moan you let out was obscene, you nodded your head and he happily obliged, going back to his rough pace fucking into you like you were a two-cent whore and he hated you. he pulled out and manhandled you into that beautiful arch he would never get tired of seeing, his hand smacking your ass, once, twice, and three times hearing how loud your moans got with every hit. “s-shit wade, wade, fuck..!”

his hand came down your ass again making your back arch even further, “that’s not my name, say it or i’ll stop”

“daddy, m’gonna cum, gonna cum.” you said, tears running down your face and your thighs trembling, you try to push him back but he didn’t allow it, he grabbed your hands and pinned them to your back. his hip smacking against yours louder than before echoing in the room and bouncing off the walls.

“don’t push me away, take it like a good girl. you always take it so tonight shouldn’t be any different, you asked for this so take it.” his voice rough in your ears, his hands smoothing down your stomach pressing against the bulge in your stomach, “fuck, you can feel how deep i am..” he chuckled pressing down even harder and there it was, you couldn’t hold back anymore, your thighs started to shake vigorously and your cunt clamped down on his cock tightly – your cum coating his cock. “there you go, fuck, you’re so tight.”

your back still arched as you tried to catch your breath but as quickly as you settled, the breath was knocked out of you again when wade started to move again. you mewled into the couch, the overstimulation of his cock dragging against your walls,too sensitive for you to take but you couldn’t push him away not with his hands still pinning yours to the small of your back. “wade ‘s too much.”

“aww it’s too much? i thought you could take it, guess not..” he mocked, his hips still unwavering and still moving not caring about how overstimulated you were, chasing his pleasure. “you can take a little more, baby. i know you can.” he said and you believed him, a whimper leaving your lips and your head moving against the couch cushions.

His thrusts became sloppier as he became closer and closer to cumming, you couldn’t do anything but lay there and take it, receiving everything he was giving you. he cursed loudly and pulled your hips flush against his, a gasp leaving yours when you felt the warmth of his cum filling you up and his cock twitching inside of you. “fuck, fuck, take it all, baby.”

after a minute, he pulled out and watching your combined cum leak out of your abused cunt, dripping down your leg. he pulled you closer to him, kissing your neck and cheeks softly before smoothing down your hair and caressing your cheek. “you okay, baby?” he asked you, making you smile at his concern.

“mhm never better. don’t leave for that long again, i missed you.” you replied, grabbing his hand and kissing his palm.

“i missed you too, princess. come on, let’s go clean up and then i’ll order us some food, okay?” you nodded in response before he kissed you again and picked you up, and carrying you to the bathroom to run a bath and cater to you for the rest of the night.

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lixxen · 1 year

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I'll tear out your heart, it'll always be mine - The Spot x Male!Reader

I have an idea of what Jonathon Ohnn would be like if he'd be in this situation. He is a bit silly and I love him so much. Gonna cross post on AO3 when I get out of work tomorrow (today? It's 3am).

Send me an ask and I'll answer any questions about this small AU and I'll maybe write more!! (I did. This is an alternate version)

Title is from this song.

Warnings: slight obsessive behavior towards the end. Violence (canon typical). SFW

"Oh shit-"

The words came tumbling out as limbs flailed and hands grabbed onto said limbs.

Y/n had been sitting at home, minding his own business in his apartment when all of the sudden a giant black hole appeared and a spotted man came falling out.

The man had landed directly on top of Y/n, causing him to yell and flail.

"Hey, hey! Stop m- stop moving!" The strange man almost cried out, grabbing at the stray limbs that were assaulting him.

A closed fist was thrown at the man's face, which made him yelp. Y/n's hand went straight through the giant black spot on the face and came right out next to the man's head. It barely missed him, but Y/n panicked. He yanked his hand back with a small disgruntled noise.

"Who the hell are you?" Y/n tried to grab at the man's face, going for the white part, but the man grabbed his hand this time.

"The Spot!" The man heaved out slightly, as if he was out of breath. Y/n stopped flailing as he gave the man a confused look.

"Like... That dude who people have been talking about on the radio stealing shit?" Y/n squinted at the man in utter confusion.

"YES! I mean. Yes." The Spot nodded quickly and let out a triumphant noise. "That's me!"

Y/n took a good look at the man on top of him.

His limbs were long and awkward, as if he was stretched out ever so slightly. It was disproportionate to his solid trunk of his body. His skin was a pure white, the type that a fresh Tshirt would be, with inky black dots shifting across his skin.

"You seem so much gangly and awkward in person." Y/n's words came out and he couldn't help but grimace at himself.

"You know, that is so rude of you " Y/n bet that if the Spot had a face, he'd look offended. "Has anyone ever told you to never comment on people's looks?"

Y/n let out a snort and the Spot let his arms go.

"Has anyone ever told you that dropping on top of someone in their home, uninvited, is rude?" Y/n responded and moved to push the man off of him.

The Spot moved to get up, letting Y/n push him off practically. The Spot stood above Y/n and watched as he had moved to sit back up.

"It's not like I wanted to be here."

Y/n did recall that the reports had said he seemed to not know how to use his power quite yet, so that made sense.

"Well" Y/n dusted himself off and looked back up to the spotted man. "I would like to ask you to leave. As much as I'd like to chat, I do have things to do."

"Feisty." The Spot grumbled and pulled a spot off of himself. He flinged it against the wall, where it stuck and grew in size. "See you around."

"Yeah." Y/n watched as the Spot climbed through the spot. "Sure."

It had been months since their first interaction, and Y/n couldn't seem to shake the spotted bastard.

More and more frequently, the Spot seemed to show up whenever he pleased. He would simply open up a spot in the middle of the living room, walk out to grab a piece of fruit that was kept on the dining room table, then walk back out.

Sometimes, if Y/n was unlucky, he would actually stay a bit and ramble to Y/n.

Y/n learned that his name was Jonathan Ohnn. He was an Alchamex scientist who had been effected by the destruction of Wilson Fisk's tower and other events in the last year.

Apparently the accident had turned him into the being he is today.

Without a job and family, the Spot just seemed lonely and desperate for any interactions and money. He stole small things so he could pay rent from some shady slumlord that had connections to Wilson Fisk. Nobody else would home some spotted lab experiment gone wrong, so he did what he had to.

Y/n almost felt pitty for the guy. It wasn't necessarily his fault that all of this happened. He apparently just wanted to study alternate realities and ended up aiding in the space time continuum being sliced open.

Y/n had given in by now, letting the man crash at his place sometimes. He would let the Spot sleep on his couch, giving him time to watch the spots slowly disappear from his skin as if his powers were connected to his consciousness.

Y/n was now leaning against the Spot as they watched a soap opera on his television. The skin underneath his felt akin to skin, if not more rubbery and smooth. Almost as if it was a giant scar. He was cool to the touch on his limbs, but his head and rest of the body was warm.

"I don't understand why she doesn't go for Daniel." The Spot mumbled as he shoved popcorn into the large hole on his face.

That hole seemed to be the closest he had to a mouth and eye. It consumed food when he wanted it to and would change size like an iris. It was so odd, as the man didn't excrete anything. Y/n made sure to ask about it. The stuff that went in disappeared, as if his body absorbed it as pure energy and matter.

"It's for the drama." Y/n shrugged and pressed his cheek against the Spot's shoulder. "I thought you lived for drama?"

"Not this kind." The Spot would have rolled his eyes if he could.

"I know." Y/n smiled and looked up to the Spot.

Their time together had given Y/n a soft spot for the man. Today was the day he was going to offer him a place to stay. There was a second bedroom he kept as storage. He could buy a futon easily. He wasn't completely broke, and if push comes to shove then the Spot could steal it.

"Hey, Spot." Y/n started.

The man looked down to him and tilted his head.

"You know you can call me Jonathan, right?" That was his only response.

Right.

"Yeah. Totally." Y/n nodded. "Would you want to move in, Jonathan? You're always here and you won't have to do anything drastic anymore. No more stealing."

Jonathan was oddly quiet. He was only like this if he was thinking. It was almost eerie, especially when the spots on him stilled.

"Yes. Sure. I..." Jonathan put a hand on Y/n's arm. "Are you sure? I'm a freak of nature and I don't have a job. I am a liability and a burden."

"You need to get out of your shitty apartment, so I don't see why not." Y/n shrugged. "You can have my extra room."

Jonathan hummed before sighing.

He looked as stressed as someone without a face could.

"I could. Would you genuinely not mind?" Jonathan turned his whole body towards Y/n, who moved to sit up and put his hands on Jonathan's knees.

"I offered, right?" Y/n offered a small smile.

Jonathan looked down towards Y/n's hands and placed one on top of them. Y/n could tell that something was wrong.

"No one has been this nice to me since this happened." Jonathan looked back up.

Y/n brought his free hand up to Jonathan's face, tilting his head slightly.

"I won't abandon you, I promise. I care about you." Y/n rubbed his thumb across Jonathan's cheek, watching as the spot on his face get smaller as if it was closing.

"Promise?" Jonathan asked quietly.

"Of course."

Y/n stared in horror as emergency services cleaned up the rubble that was once his job.

Spider-Man and a villain had came blasting through the window and ended up destroying his job. He had gotten bruised and cut up in the process, which wasn't bad.

But it was the fact that the mom & pop restaurant that he helped manage was destroyed beyond repair that was bad.

"Y/n." The owner, Mr. Giovanni, approached.

Y/n felt a pit in his stomach as he looked up from where he sat. The man looked red eyed as he sat down next to Y/n.

"I'm sorry, but I don't think we'll be able to come back from this." Mr. Giovanni spoke quietly, only for Y/n to hear as people rushed by. "I am sorry. I didn't want you to have to loose a job this way."

Y/n looked away, taking a deep breath and pressing his ash covered palms onto his closed eyes. Emotions bubbled up in his chest and he could feel his eyes water.

"Don't cry, dear child." Mr. Giovanni put a hand on Y/n's back. "I can help you get a new one. I have strings I can pull."

"I... I don't know." Y/n dropped his hands from his face. "Would it be soon enough to keep up with rent?"

It had been almost a year since Jonathan had moved in. A year of supporting two people on one income that was better than what most people in his situation would have. This would ruin their financial state.

"I would hope. But no saying if it would." Mr. Giovanni frowned. "That boyfriend of yours still don't have a job?"

"He isn't my boyfriend." Y/n shook his head. "But no. He has a condition that makes it so nobody wants to hire him."

Mr. Giovanni hummed and whispered how it was such a shame.

The two sat in silence before the fire department walked up with an officer.

"My name is Officer Morales. Could we have a minute?" The officer spoke to Mr. Giovanni.

Mr. Giovanni turned to Y/n before handing him his final paycheck and leaving.

Y/n sniffled as he pocketed the money and got up. The walk home was filled with anxiety and self pity. It bubbled with anger the closer and closer he got to his home.

Y/n stomped up the steps of the apartments, going up two at a time. He unlocked his door with more force than needed, pushing himself in harshly. He slammed the door behind him. The apartment rattled at the force.

"Woah!" Y/n heard Jonathan from the depths of the apartment call out.

Y/n took off his jacket, gripping it in front of him with both hands. His bruised and dirty hands shook as his angered bubbled up.

With a loud scream that ripped through his throat like fire, Y/n threw his jacket as hard as he could towards the wall and fell to his knees.

"Y/n?!" Jonathan called out and there was footsteps running through the small apartment.

Y/n's eyes welled up with tears as he started to hard sob. Hands found their way to his shoulders, pulling him up slightly.

"Y/n, what happened to you? Who hurt you?" Jonathan asked, his voice warbling slightly. "Are you okay?"

Y/n let out a hiccuping sob as he opened his eyes again. Jonathan's face spot was blown wide and did the solar flare that happened when he was upset. His spots were shaking and swirling, coming off his body in the way that he'd seen solar flares reach from and back into the run in videos.

The hands moved their way to Y/n's face, holding him in place and inspecting him.

"Y/n, why are you bleeding and bruising?" Jonathan's voice sounded like it was glitching and about to cry himself.

"A fight." Y/n tried to take a deep breath, but it kept catching on the lump in his throat. "Spider-Man and a villain crashed into my job. They destroyed everything. Spider-Man tried to stop him. But I got thrown by the guy."

Jonathan's face spot shrunk at the mention of Spider-Man and the villain.

Y/n knew he held grudges against the poor kid, as much as Y/n tried to tell him that the couldn't have known.

"They did what?" Jonathan rubbed a thumb against a dry patch of blood on Y/n's cheek. "What villain?"

"The one with the wings. Vulture?" Y/n sniffled. "My job though... It's gone."

"Your job is gone?" Jonathan slowly took a hand off of Y/n's face and put it through a spot.

"The place was demolished. Mr. Giovanni told me that he can't afford to fix everything." Y/n explained as he watched Jonathan pull his hand back to them, with a wet cloth in his hand. "He said he'd try to get me a job."

Jonathan was oddly quiet as he slowly wiped Y/n's face. Y/n couldn't tell what he was thinking as he dragged the cloth across the now scabbing cuts. It stung slightly, but Y/n didn't flinch. He was too focused on the pinprick spot on Jonathan's face.

"Jonathan?" Y/n frowned.

Jonathan hummed in response, the spot flicking upwards for a second towards Y/n's face.

"You're quiet." Y/n stared simply.

"It'll be okay. I promise." Jonathan was oddly vague. "I'll make everything okay."

"What do you mean by that?" Y/n frowned.

"Don't worry." Jonathan took the cloth away and tilted his head. "Now, let's go get you food."

Jonathan Ohnn was a simple guy.

He normally wasn't one to step up when someone fucked him over. He normally let things brush by. Why would he fight people when he knew that everything was worth it.

It wasn't until Spider-Man ruined everything that he had felt worthless. His life was suddenly ruined; he lost his job, friends, and family. He felt alone and like his spots were eating him alive. He didn't feel human.

That was until he accidentally stumbled upon Y/n.

Y/n had cared for him, even with how he looked. He became friends with Jonathan over months and then took Jonathan in. He felt tied to Y/n. The two were two strings within an interconnecting web; tied together and forever interwoven.

The amount of anger and pain that Jonathan had felt when he saw Y/n crying in their foyer, beaten almost to a pulp, had been the worst he had felt since he had lost his life.

It felt as if he had crumbled again. He never wanted to feel that again.

So there Jonathan was, walking into a bar off of 42nd. It was a known villain bar that no one messed with. Something having to do with the sacred ecosystem of crime.

Or something like that.

Jonathan stepped into the bar and watched as heads turned towards him.

"Holy shit." One man grumbled and turned away. "Someone let the spotted one in."

Jonathan didn't care. He looked around the bar until he saw the Vulture.

The man had cuts across his face, a bruise of two littering his arms from the fight that destroyed Y/n's job.

"Hey! Who invited the D-lister?" Some villain in the back called out and others laughed.

Jonathan felt anxiety spike in his stomach, but walked towards the Vulture. He hated hearing the whispers about him, calling him a shitty villain. A joke.

He was getting tired of being a joke to literally everyone.

Jonathan stopped in front of Vulture, who simply looked up with a raised eyebrow.

"What'd you want, dalmatian?" Vulture mumbled into his beer.

"You destroyed Giovanni's." Jonathan simply stated. "You ruined perfectly good people's lives."

A few men around laughed at that.

"What of it?" Vulture sighed and sat down his beer, fully turning towards Jonathan.

"Someone whose very dear to me worked there. You threw him across the room like a sack of potatoes." Jonathan clenched his fist.

"Shit happens. You know that. We've all heard your story." Vulture cracked his neck and turned away. "Now get lost, you joke."

Jonathan took a deep breath and punched the man.

Quickly, a fight broke out. The flailing of limbs and drawing of fists had ended with Jonathan being thrown out of the bar.

He cursed as he watched the bar owner slam the door behind him.

"Fuck them." Jonathan grumbled.

He stomped away, before seeing an ATM sign across the street.

Y/n looked up as Jonathan dropped a wad of cash onto the dining room table.

Y/n blinked and frowned. The cigarette burning between his fingers was getting close to the end.

"Please don't tell me that spat you got in with Spider-Man was to get that money." Y/n was hoping Jonathan wasn't going to fall into this slippery downfall.

"No." Jonathan shook his head quickly then paused. "Well. Actually yes. But that's not the point."

"Then what's the point, Jonathan?" Y/n had an uneasy feeling.

Jonathan had came back late. He was acting irrational, mumbling about God knows what. It almost sounded like tongues by how quickly Jonathan was speaking and waving his hands.

"I thought you quit cigarettes a year ago?" Jonathan deflected, pointing at the now burnt out bud.

Y/n held a sour expression as he rubbed the bud into an old and stained ashtray.

"I told you I have one every whatever when I'm stressed. I did quit." Y/n tossed the bud into the nearby trashcan before looking back to Jonathan. "Now, what'd you do?"

"Nothing!" Jonathan held his hands up in defense. "I was doing a job and I ran into my nemesis!"

Y/n hummed and rubbed his face with one hand.

"Y/n, you look tired. Have you slept? Do I need to fix the fan in your room again?" Jonathan kneeled down to put a hand on Y/n's face.

"I'm just. I can't sleep sometimes. Anxiety." Y/n smiled up at Jonathan. "You know how it is."

"I do." Jonathan nodded before taking his hand away.

Y/n watched Jonathan as he took a few steps away, opening up a cabinet and pulling out random items. He was seemingly collecting them for god knows what.

"I do have something to do tonight!" Jonathan's voice was bubbly like normal. He was seemingly excited for whatever he was doing. "It could help fix everything!"

"Do you want to share?" Y/n asked.

Jonathan shook his head quickly.

"No!" It sounded like he would be smiling. "I will need a lot of power though! I have plans for us. I can fix everything and make sure things will go how they need to be."

Y/n felt worried now.

Jonathan had never been like this.

"What'd you do?" Y/n asked again.

"I found something out about my holes!" Jonathan did a little bounce as he walked. "I can access the multiverse!"

Y/n noticed now that his spots were almost all gone. There was his main one, but that was it.

"Where are your spots?" Y/n frowned.

"Used them up. I'm gonna get more, don't worry. It'll all be okay!" Jonathan sat his items in a little basket and turned to Y/n.

"Are you going somewhere?" Y/n stood up.

Y/n had a horrible feeling. Jonathan's hole was warping and flaring. He looked more skittish than normal. Something was horribly wrong.

"Yes. I'll be back! I promise. At least a few hours!" Jonathan grabbed his stuff and turned to the door.

"Please don't leave me " Y/n stepped towards Jonathan, who paused in the doorway. Y/n held a hand out and hoped he would listen.

"I have to go." Jonathan's tone was soft and low. "I'm going to fix everything. I'll be back."

And with those words, Jonathan left.

Two days.

He had been gone for almost two days.

Y/n sat on his couch, watching as the news played. He was hoping that if he watched the news closely, he'd eventually see if Jonathan did anything.

But he hadn't.

Not since a building nearby had holes in it and what was called a mini collider being found. Y/n knew it had to do with him.

Y/n sniffled and lifted up the remote. He was about to change the channel, but the news suddenly shifted.

The bar on 42nd that was known for villains was now being live streamed from a helicopter. The building was on fire and many villains that Y/n vaguely recognized could be seen laying outside of the building.

Then, as if on cue, another was thrown out of the bar. Y/n could only imagine the sound of the body blasting through the wooden door and frame, crashing into the cement as bones broke.

It took Y/n a second to realize it was Vulture.

The others villains slowly started to move, but Vulture didn't move at all. Heads turned to their fallen friend before looking back to the door of the bar.

Y/n could see a rippling on the screen, almost as if it was gliching where the door of the bar was. Then the being stepped out.

It was a pitch black, almost warping, figure. The limbs kept glitching and lagging almost as they move. An arm lifted up and an inky hole appeared above the Vulture. Rubble fell through and crushed the villain.

Y/n covered his mouth and choked on the air in his lungs. It was terrifying to watch as police officers shot at the beings, but it did nothing. Then the being looked at the helicopter.

Y/n could now see a giant white spot on the face and a few on the being's body.

Just like Jonathan.

Then it clicked.

It was Jonathan.

Y/n let out a strangled gasped as he grabbed the remote and clicked the TV off. He moved quickly. Pushing himself up and turning his body to move towards his bedroom.

He needed to leave the apartment. What if Jonathan showed up? What if he hurt Y/n like he did to those villains.

Y/n only made it halfway before he heard a crackling.

In front of him, in a blink of an eye, Jonathan appeared.

He was an inky black that never stopped shifting. His white spots were even worse as they never seemed solid. He had an odd crackling noise to him that almost offended Y/n's ears.

"Y/n." Jonathan spoke first. "I'm back."

"You said a day."

It was the first response that came to Y/n's head and it made Jonathan laugh. His voice was warped and crackling like his body. It sounded almost autotuned. Terrifying.

"I kept getting stopped by annoying little arachnids." Jonathan shrugged. "But I am here now. I have to complete my journey before we can have everything."

Y/n took a step back, his eyes slowly watering.

"What do you mean?" Y/n couldn't stand to see Jonathan like this.

"Y/n, I'm doing this for us." Jonathan sounded like he was frowning. "They take me seriously now and I am getting back at the people who hurt you. Who hurt me."

Y/n shook his head as Jonathan continued.

"Spider-Man created me, ruined my life. He ruined your job. I took care of Vulture already." Jonathan held out his hand. "Please don't step away from me. Please."

His voice was pleading as he realized that Y/n was terrified.

"Y/n, please don't leave me. You promised me you wouldn't." Jonathan started to plead. "I know this isn't what you wanted, but I couldn't just stand around and let them do this. The things they said to me. About me. About you."

"You promised that you wouldn't do something like this." Y/n shook slightly as he backed away again.

Jonathan took a large step towards Y/n, who now realized how much bigger Jonathan had gotten suddenly. He was almost a half foot taller. Must be from a power surge.

"I'm doing this for us." Jonathan's voice whined as he took Y/n's face with his hands. "Look at me! I love you so much and I couldn't watch as you spiralled."

His voice had gotten louder, but Jonathan's hold was gentle. What you would call his skin felt like electricity now. It didn't sting, but felt like touching an old TV screen with your hands.

"You mean so much to me. I'd do anything for you and you know that." Jonathan's voice had quieted back down. "You don't understand the lengths I'd go for us to be together and safe."

"Then why did you have to leave?" Y/n was crying now. "We could have been happy here. I could have gotten another job."

Jonathan was quiet. His face spot had stilled slightly, as if he was debating something.

"I have to do one final thing. Then we will be together." Jonathan nodded. "I promise. Okay? Then you can get a job and I'll make sure no one can find us."

Y/n nodded and put his hands on both of Jonathan's.

Jonathan nodded also and pressed his forehead against Y/n's. The two stood like that for a minute before there was a noise outside.

Jonathan's head snapped up at the noise and his hands dropped from Y/n's face. He seemingly glitched as he phased through different spots to reach the window.

Y/n watched as he stuck a hand through a spot and yanked it back.

In Jonathan's hold was Spider-Man. The kid thrashed within Jonathan's hold and Y/n gasped.

"Jonathan! Don't!" Y/n took a few steps forward.

"I have to deal with this." Jonathan didn't look up. His voice was oddly flat. "I will be back."

A spot appeared next to Jonathan and Spider-Man. Y/n sprinted towards them, but it was too late.

Jonathan and the spider had disappeared into the spot. Leaving Y/n alone, once again.

Y/n let out a scream before he fell to his knees.

Nothing good was going to come out of this.

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selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs · 11 months

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Hi I love your Self-awarebsd au wanted to know if I can Request a scenario that the reader Loves acting and singing And enter the character who is acting (example: from victim to villain, a boss) the reader is sweet but likes to play pranks.

Sorry if there are any spelling mistakes, my first language is not English 😅

Finished. I hope, you like it. Reader, who is an actor and need some help from BSD characters for their performance.

Recast

Self-Aware! Mori Ogai x GN! Reader x Self-Aware! Strictly Platonic! Elise

Description: You are a part of a little troupe of actors. Soon, you have a concert. Unfortunately, two actors have fallen ill right before the performance. Thankfully, you have someone to help you.

Set after BSD gang got into your world.

Fluff. Reader are a volunteer. They perform to the kids.

Warning: OOC. English is my second language.

_____________

Breakfast almost ended, when the doorbell rings.

Goncharov, who already finished eating, hurry to open the front door. After a minute or two, all of you head the sound of footsteps. And jingle of little bells. Suddenly, you flinch.

"My senses are tingling, and my back is killing me," mumble you and stand up. You quickly went into the kitchen.

Right after you walked away, Goncharov was back. Behind him were standing two people. Man and woman.

The tall and curvy woman has light blue eyes and curly, brown hair. She was wearing a bright summer dress.

Short and plump, the man has brown eyes and short black hair. He was wearing a Hawaiian shirt, shorts and scarf, that was decorated with small bells, that was juggling with every step.

Both of them looked calm and slightly curious.

Goncharov clears his throat.

"Where is [Y/N]? They have guests."

Like you were summoned, you walked from the kitchen, back to the dinning room. You had two glasses of water in your hands. You smile.

"Good morning, miss Glover. Good morning, mister Wilson"

Hana Glover, a middle-aged woman, smiles in return.

"[Y/N], long time no see, dear. I see, live has been treating you well"

You nodded and give the miss Glover a glass of water.

"You bet. Here, Miss Glover, have some water. Today is awfully hot outside."

After Hana takes the glass from you, you turn towards Mr. Wilson.

Zack Wilson, a middle-aged man, take the glass from you.

"Thanks, [Y/N], Good morning to you too."

After he made the first sip of water, he coughs.

"Lemon juice, really?"

You chuckle.

"Yes, really"

Hana glares at her old friend.

"Zack, be glad that it just small pranks. Do you remember, what happened, when the whole thing happened?"

Mr. Wilson huffs, but stay quiet. Yosano looked at the three of you and asked.

"[Y/N], who are..."

You interpreted her, before she can finish.

"Okay, everyone, meet Hana Glover and Zack Wilson, directors and founders of "The Volunteer Troupe of Amateur Actors", a small charity organization. They perform in hospitals, orphanages, retirement houses and even on the streets. All money they earn during performance are donated."

Everyone takes a moment to let the information sink in. Elise eyes shine.

"I remember! [Y/N] were talking about a group of volunteers they are a part of. They were talking about you."

Miss Glover chuckled.

"Yes, they were talking about us. [Y/N], in two weeks we are going to arrange a concert for children. You and other actors will perform. Sing some songs and act some fairy tales, you know the drill."

You hum, showing, that you are listening.

Miss Glover take a small box from her purse, opened the lid, and hold the box towards you.

"Here, take two"

You take three folded pieces of paper from the box. You open them.

1. Try everything;

2. Goldilocks and three bears (narrator).

You show the papers to Hana and Zack.

"Here, I will sing and be a narrator. Not a heaver, you see it, Mister Wilson?"

Mr. Wilson looked away, visibly embarrassed.

Miss Glover rolls her eyes, and grabs Zacks by the elbow.

"Good, it's done. See you in two weeks, [Y/N]."

With thanks, Hana and Zack left.

"What with the heaver? And with this man scarf?" asked Naomi. You rub your neck.

"Well, you see..."

_________

"Mr. Wilson, what do you mean, that we have to be heavers and help with moving these planks? Yes, we understand, that other workers aren't working today, then, maybe, let's not touch the planks? Tomorrow, workers will do their job."

"We are not laughing at hard work"

"Mr. Wilson, it will be impossible for us, actors, to carry all this planks. We have a performance right now."

"What? Carry them while we're performing? But!"

"It will be an interesting version of 'Romeo and Juliet'".

"Finally, the last plank... WHAT DO YOU MEAN 'IT'S TIME TO CARRY SAND'?!"

"Five broken backs, six sprains, thirty splinters..."

________________

"At the end Mr Wilson not only paid for our recovery, but also agree to wear this silly scarf to show, that he was an idiot. Also, allows us to prank him."

You finished your tale. BSD gang, for the most part, looked, somehow, amused and sad at the same time.

"And with papers?" Asked Naomi once again.

"Lottery. That's how we are choosing, what we are going to perform. Okay, I need to start rehearsing, see you later."

You left the dining room.

_________

Three days before the performance

_________

"Okay, I understand. Hope you and Anna will be better soon."

You finish the call and groan. Currently, you were talking with Port Mafia members about future movie night (They want to see "The God Father"), when Max, your co-actor, called.

"Two of our actors are sick. Anna, who played Goldilocks, and Max, who played Papa Bear. It means, no fairy tale."

Kouyou tilts her head.

"Can't someone preform instead of them?"

You shake your head.

"No. We are short on stuff. Many of our actors still angry at Mr Wilson for making us carry all that stuff. And I know, that he paid for our recovery, but some people got serious injuries."

Help came from the one, you didn't expect.

Elise grabs your hand and proclaims.

"I will help! I can be a Goldilocks!"

You open your mouth and wanted to say something. But Mori grabbed your other hand.

"And I can be a Papa Bear. I can't let my Dear Elise-chan and My Dear Light [Y/N] to be on a stage all alone. What if mad fans will hurt you two?"

Well... one time you almost were trampled by the children who ran to get their gifts...

"You two aren't kidding, right?" You look at Mori, then at Elise, then at Mori again.

Mori squeeze your hand.

"I am serious, [Y/N]."

Elise looked at you with big puppy eyes.

...

Why not?

"I will discuss it with Hana and Zack"

___________________

The day of the performance

___________________

The square before the open-air theater was full of people.

Children, Parents, BSD gang...

You, Elise and Mori were at the backstage.

Elise were wearing simple white dress. Mori were wearing a stereotypical farmer clothes and a pair of fake bear ears on his head.

"The performance will start in five minutes! Singers, be ready!" shout Zack.

You take a deep breath. Mori patted you on the back reassuringly.

"Don't worry, [Y/N], everything will be alright"

You smile. It's time.

_____________

The sounds of happy beat.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh"

You were singing on the stage. Kids in the audience were clapping.

"I messed up tonight, I lost another fight

Lost to myself, but I'll just start again

I keep falling down, I keep on hitting the ground

I always get up now, see what's next"

Atsushi's eyes glow. Akutagawa hide his smirk behind his hand.

"Birds don't just fly, they fall down and get up

Nobody learns without gettin' it wrong"

"Go, Birdy!"

"Gogol, where did you get glowing sticks?"

I won't give up, no, I won't give in

'Til I reach the end, and then I'll start again

No, I won't leave, I wanna try everything

I wanna try even though I could fail

Despite dancing and singing, you were full of energy and your breath was normal.

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Try everything

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Try everything

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Try everything

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Try everything

When you finish singing, the audience start clapping and cheering.

It was great!

The happiness, the emotions of audience.

That's why you liked performing.

You hope, that the fairy tale will also be performed as it should.

________

Apparently, not only Goldilocks and Papa Bear were recast. Mama Bear and Baby Bear were also recast.

New actors were Sam and Mary, brother and sister. And Mary was trying to find a boyfriend.

When she saw Mori... She forgot, that she was performing for kids.

At first, Mama Bear decide to flirt with Papa Bear. Mori-Bear immediately asked for divorce.

When you tried to do your job as a narrator, and return the back to what it should be, Mama Bear, with 'Don't stand in the way of my happiness', try to kick you down from the stage.

Thankfully, you manage to stay on your feet.

Before Mary can do something else, Mori glared at her. With His Famous Glare.

Everyone on stage, and in the audience, gulped.

Mori puts a hand on your head.

"Sorry, Narrator, we can continue"

After getting back on track, you tried to stay calm.

Finally, bears have gone for a walk.

The scene in Goldilocks'house and in the empty house of Three Bears were fine. Elise were natural, she enjoyed playing on stage.

But then the bears were back.

Mary-Bear was holding Mori's hand in an iron grip. Sam-Bear was trying to intimidate Mori into dating Mary. Mori was angry.

The whole scene was tense.

And then, Baby Bear find Goldilocks.

Sam grabbed Elise, that startled her, and she accidentally slap him on the face.

Sam got angry. She picked Elise up, you immediately run towards them.

"Sam! Stop, she is just a child"

But Sam were always ill-tempered. He pushed Elise right at you. You and Elise both fell from the stage.

You were ready for an impact, but you feel, that your fall stopped. You open your eyes. Elise was levitating. She was holding you and wasn't letting you fall down.

Elise growl.

"While I don't like, when Rintarou take control over me so suddenly, it was for the best. You alright, [Y/N]?"

"Yea. Hey, Elise, I have an idea, how to safe the performance. Can you, please, follow my narration?"

Elise nodded.

_________

The story of characters hating the narrator and narrator punishing them, became quite popular. (Thanks to you, Mori and Elise).

You two manage to pretend, that as Narrator, you have a power to gain characters power. So, you, Elise and Mori spend five minutes, chasing Sam and Mary.

Halfway through the chase, someone put a music from Benny Hill show on.

The show was a success.

_______

At the end, you, Mori and Elise didn't get into trouble. Zack and Hana understand, that Sam and Mary were to blame.

Sam and Mary apologize. But, there were rumors about a ghost (a blond one, in a red dress), that hunts their house and wax the floors (It was discovered, that Mary can sit on a twine).

The Gang is waiting for your next performance. They knew, It would be fun. Maybe, this time, others also will have a chance to be with you on the stage.

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crazyunsexycool · 1 year

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The Sun ☀️, The Moon 🌙 & the Stars ✨

Chapter 9: Stormy skies

Pairing: alpha!steve rogers x alpha!bucky barnes x alpha!sam Wilson x omega!reader

Word count: 5.3k

Warnings: some fluff, some heavy petting, someone is trying to get to reader

A/N: here is the next chapter I’m so sorry this took forever I really didn’t know how to end this chapter but next chapter will be very fun because it’s Steve’s birthday!!!!!

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Ch. 8

It had been a few days since your friends and mates had spent time together. You felt like you were dreaming. It was a nice way to spend your day at work, it made it go by faster. Just like the last few days, Mrs. Levy would get downstairs and wait for you by the door. Usually you would make sure she got home safe but today there was a certain someone waiting for you.

“Hi, honey.” You greeted Steve cheerfully when you were close enough. His eyes snapped up to watch you get closer. You noticed how his eyes traveled up and down your sundress clad figure and heat creeped up your cheeks.

“Hey, sweetheart.”

“This is Mrs. Levy. Mrs. Levy, this is Steve.” You introduced the older woman to your alpha and it was like watching a schoolgirl talk to her crush. When Steve held his hand out and smiled her cheeks were practically crimson with how much she blushed.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you ma’am.”

“No, the pleasure is all mine.” She smiled, then she cleared her throat and scowled in his direction. Using her cane to point at him. “I’m going to tell you what I told her other alpha, if you hurt her you’ll have to deal with me. And I’m worse than Jonah and Ricky.”

“Understood ma’am. Although I would never intentionally hurt her. You have my word.”

“I’ll keep my eyes on you.”

“Yeah you will.” You wiggled your eyebrows in her direction. Your phone goes off. “Ophelia, your Uber is here.”

“Ok, well have a good evening and I’ll see you tomorrow. Remember that’s two alphas and one to go.”

“I’ll make sure you meet Sam soon.” You smile.

“Bye.” Steve waves at her as she gets in the car. “She seems intimidating.” He laughs.

“She can be when she wants too.” You wrap your arms around his waist and bury your face in his chest. His scent brings you comfort. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too.” He kisses the top of your head. “So what do you want to do?”

You look up at him and notice how tired he looks. Like he hadn’t slept for days but you knew he hadn’t been on missions. Maybe some nightmares, like Bucky.

“How about we go back to my place, order something for dinner and just relax?”

“That sounds amazing. But are you sure you don’t want to go out?”

“Nope.” You knew he would take you if you asked. “I’m tired and I really just want to cuddle.”

“Well I can do that.”

“You ordered like three meals for yourself. I didn’t know you could eat that much.” You said as you picked up the empty containers of Chinese food.

“It’s because of the serum.” He says as he helps.

“Or because your stomach is a black hole.”

Steve chuckles as he tosses the last containers in the trash. When he turns around he finds you holding a container.

“A blondie for my blondie?”

Steve laughs again as he grabs one of the sweet treats you had made just for him. He takes a bite and moans.

“Thank you sweetheart. This is really good.”

*******

A movie was playing in the background, you weren’t sure what it was about. You were too distracted by the warmth Steve’s body gave off. The serum, he told you as you snuggled closer into his side. His fingers drew lazy patterns on your skin while keeping his attention on the tv. You however were distracted by him. The curve of his plump lips, the way his hair fell out of place, the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled genuinely.

“You’re staring.” Steve said without looking away from the tv.

“No I’m not.”

“You aren’t?” Steve chuckles.

“No, I’m admiring. It’s different.”

He looks down at you with a smile, his arm tightens around your waist. You make the first move by pulling him down so that you could connect his lips to yours. Steve pulls you into his lap effortlessly without breaking the kiss. Your hands are in his hair and you swear you hear him groan when you tug his silky strands. He fights for dominance over the kiss and the growl that rumbles through his chest is enough to make you want to present for your alpha. It wasn’t until his hands were on your hips that you realized that you were grinding against him. And it was obvious you weren’t the only one affected by the close contact.

“Fuck.” Steve says breathlessly. “Sweetheart we can’t, not yet.”

“Why not?”

“Because if we do I’ll want to claim you and it can be painful for you.” Steve said before kissing the place on your neck where his mark would go.

“But Steve…”

“Nuh-uh starlight, don’t you want to be my good girl?”

“What do I get if I’m bad?” You say as you close the space between his lips and yours.

You felt his fingers dig into the soft flesh of your hips as he laughed.

“You’ll get into trouble.”

“Mmm, trouble with you? Sounds like fun.”

Steve tilted his head up slightly connecting his lips to yours. A small moan escapes you and Steve takes advantage of it. His tongue slips past your lips. He had been dying to feel you pressed up against him like this, to taste you. You were everything he thought and more, sweet like the notes of honey in your scent. Steve’s lips move away from yours and travel down your chin, he nips and kisses along your neck. He finds a spot below your ear that has you preening and tugging at his hair. You feel his teeth on the crook of your neck and your eyes flutter close.

“There we go.” He says softly before kissing the same spot. Your fingers brush up against the area and you feel the bite mark he left although it didn’t break skin. “It’s not permanent, yet.” He sighs “It’s getting late sweetheart and I know you work tomorrow, I should go.”

“Ok.” You say with a pout which he kisses away.

“Call me if you need anything.”

“I will.”

“Oh, Tony is having a Fourth of July party and I put your pack on the list.”

“Isn’t the fourth your birthday?” You ask as you follow him to the door.

“Yup,” he turns to look at you. “Would you consider staying the night with us? Nothing has to happen, we just want to spend a little bit more than a few hours together.”

“I’d like that a lot.”

“Good. I’ll see you soon then.” He kisses you again, his lips soft yet demanding against yours. “Goodnight sweetheart.”

“I’m going to need the coldest shower.” You rest your head against the closed door muttering to yourself.

It was a little after midnight when you were startled awake. You had been in a deep sleep so it took a moment for you to realize what woke you up. A scent. Not just any scent, the one from the hallway a few days ago. It was so strong it almost felt like the person was standing over you. Your apartment was extremely quiet so you hear the jingle of a door knob being turned. Immediately your heart rate picks up. You head toward your bedroom door and open it just a little to figure out if someone broke in. Further down you hear what you’re sure to be the apartment door rattle. Someone was definitely trying to break in. There’s a growl loud enough to make a shiver run down your spine and you scramble to get the baseball bat from underneath the bed. You jump when your phone starts vibrating and when you grab it you see Steve’s face on the screen so you answer.

“What’s wrong?” He says before you’re able to say anything. There’s rustling in the background like he was maybe getting dressed.

“I think someone is trying to break into my apartment.” You whisper.

“Where are you now?”

“In my room.” You gasp when you hear a bang at the door. “I think they’re trying to kick the door down. What do I do Stevie?”

“Can you get out using the fire escape?”

“No, the ladder sticks and won’t go down all the way. It’s too high for me to jump down to the ground.”

“You’ll have to stay in your room, can you block the door somehow?”

“With my dresser.”

“Do that and stay in there we’re on our way ok?”

“Ok.” You cover your mouth with your hand when another bang comes from outside. “Please hurry.” You move quickly to push your dresser against the door. Another bang echoes through the apartment. You were silently thanking Jonah and Ricky for installing the extra locks on your door.

“Darling, what’s happening?” Bucky asked as you moved to the furthest corner of your room.

“They’re still there.”

You were starting to panic. There was a tightness in your chest and it felt like you couldn’t breathe. Tears were starting to form in your eyes. Bucky was talking but you couldn’t hear what he was saying. All of your attention was on the door. The apartment door slams against the wall and you do your best not to scream. It felt like you were sitting there for ages. With shaky hands you hold up the phone to your ear.

“They’re inside.” You whimper at the sound of the bedroom’s handle jiggling. There’s a knock on your window and you practically jump.

Bucky is standing on your fire escape motioning for you to open the window. There’s another bang against the door and it’s strong enough to move the dresser. You feel frozen where you stood, your eyes glued to the door. Bucky knocks again and this time you move quickly and unlock the window. There’s a grunt and something smashing outside of your door.

“Are you ok? Are you hurt?” Bucky looks you over. All you can manage to do is shake your head no. He pulls you into his chest, letting his scent surround you. His presence was enough for you to calm down.

There’s a knock on the door and you jump again.

“Sweetheart it’s me, it’s Steve. Can you open the door?” Steve says from the other side.

Bucky pulls the dresser out of the way easily. He opens the door and Steve rushes in heading straight to you.

“Are you ok?”

“I am now.” You lean into his touch as he checks you over just like Bucky had. “Did you get whoever it was?”

“Yes, we got him. Sam is talking with the police now.” He places a kiss on your forehead. “You can’t stay here for now. Why don’t you pack a bag and you can stay with us for a few days. At least until we get your door fixed.”

“Ok.” You hug him before you turn to start packing.

Sam had his arm around your shoulders, Steve stood in front of you and Bucky was next to you both holding the bags you’d packed in a hurry. You weren’t sure how long you’d be staying with them but you know there wasn’t enough clothing, especially for work. But you’d worry about that later, all you wanted now was to sleep.

Steve and Bucky disappeared further in the apartment while Sam led you to the living room. He sat you down and went to the kitchen, coming back a few minutes later with a steaming mug of something.

“Chamomile tea,” he said as he set the mug down. “Try to drink some, it should help relax you some.”

“Why? Do I not look relaxed?”

He chuckles because he can clearly see how tense you are and because he knows you’re joking. Sam sat next to you and he let you settle into his side. You let your head rest against his chest and you could hear his heart beating. It calmed you more than any tea ever could.

“What are Steve and Bucky doing?”

“They’re getting a room ready for you.” He says as his hand moves up and down your arm absentmindedly. “How are you feeling after what happened?”

“I don’t know,” you answer after a moment. “It still feels like a nightmare. I'm a bit confused.”

“Confused about what?”

“Well when I realized someone was trying to break in, Steve called me and asked me what was wrong. But how could he know something was wrong if I hadn’t even had a chance to call the police?”

Sam smiles as he tilts your head back. His fingers trace the area Steve’s bite mark is.

“He knew something was wrong because he felt it through this. Even though this is temporary it works similar to an actual bond.”

“Oh, that makes sense.”

“What makes sense?” Steve asked as he walked back into the living room. Bucky trailing behind looking upset.

“How you knew I was in trouble.”

Steve sat next to you and placed his hand on your thigh. He squeezed lightly before moving his hand up and down. The whole ordeal had been exhausting and you couldn’t stifle the yawn that escaped you.

“You should get to bed. Let me show you where you’ll stay.” Bucky spoke up. Instead of letting you get up and walk he threw you over his shoulder.

“Bucky.” You squeaked in surprise before laughing. “I can walk, you know.”

“Doesn’t mean you have too.”

“Goodnight boys.”

“Goodnight.” Both Sam and Steve replied.

He set you down once you were inside a bedroom. His scent was all over the place and it was very comforting but it wouldn’t be enough.

“Bucky, would you stay with me?”

“Of course.” He smiles and you head straight for bed where either Steve or Bucky had pulled out the blankets you’d brough with you.

It took you a few minutes but you arranged them in a way that was comforting for you. Once you settled in bed you looked up to see Bucky leaning against the door with a smile on his face.

“What?”

“Nothing, you’re just cute. Can I enter your nest?”

“It’s not a nest it’s just-“ you started saying as you looked around and sure enough it looked similar to the nests you’ve seen pictures of. “A… nest. Yes you can come in.”

Bucky kicks off his boots and jacket before climbing into bed with you. He opens his arms and you settle in next to him. You relax immediately and it doesn’t take long for you to fall asleep.

You wake up first. The bed is a mess of blankets and bodies. It seemed like after you fell asleep Steve and Sam joined you in bed. As quickly as possible you get out of bed, hoping not to disturb the sleeping men. Sam reaches over the spot you were just in and instead of finding you finds Bucky, pulling him closer. With a smile you sneak out of the room and head toward the living room where you left your purse. You check your phone and you’re up thirty minutes before your alarm would have gone off.

In the kitchen you start the coffee maker and begin to rummage around for sugar, creamer and a mug. There’s a slight breeze behind you but you don’t pay attention to it thinking it’s the A/C kicking on.

“Good morning.” You hear behind you in a voice you don’t recognize. A scream rips from your throat and the mug you had in your hand almost falls to the ground. The surprise visitor held out the mug for you. “Sorry I didn’t mean to scare y-“

The man that had surprised you is pulled away by an angry looking Bucky. Your hand is on your chest and once you realize who it is you chuckle. Steve and Sam are right behind Bucky. Looking as if they’re ready to murder someone.

“Buck it’s ok. Let Pietro go.” Steve said, softly putting a hand on Bucky’s shoulder.

Bucky didn’t listen, his eyes still held a murderous gaze. You stepped in between him and Pietro and placed a hand on his cheek.

“Hey I’m fine. I was just surprised, that's all. Can you let Pietro go now?”

Bucky lets go of Pietro and wraps his arms around you instead. He pulls you into his chest and buries his face into your neck as he turns his back to the beta.

“I really am sorry. I didn’t realize your omega was in.”

“It’s ok, Pietro. There was a break in at my apartment and I guess I’m still jumpy. It’s nice to meet you though. I’m Y/N by the way.” You say as you lean to the side to look past Bucky.

“It is nice to meet you as well. The team will be excited to know you’re finally here. These three don’t stop talking about you.”

“Really?”

“Oh yeah. You should hear what they say.”

“Ok and that’s enough. Why are you here roadrunner?” Sam asks.

“Steve was going to train with me today. When he didn’t show up I came to check in. Since he’s so old, you know?”

You giggle and hide your face in Bucky’s chest when Steve playfully glares at you.

“Pietro I’m sorry I completely forgot. Would you be ok if we rescheduled for later today.”

“No problem. See you around Y/N.” He says and runs out, leaving before you’re able to say goodbye.

Even after Pietro is gone and it’s just the four of you, Bucky doesn’t let go. You try to walk away from his grasp but he only tightens his hold on you. He lifts you up and sits you on the counter and hides his face in your neck.

“Uh- Bucky?”

“Just give him a minute. You’re not the only one that’s still one edge because of last night. And when we heard your scream and you weren’t in bed well…” Sam says and motions to Bucky.

Nod in understanding and wrap your arms around him. You play with his hair and Bucky starts to relax against you.

“I didn’t mean to scare you guys.”

“It’s ok. We just want to keep you safe is all.” Bucky mumbles once he finally pulls away.

He’s quickly replaced by Sam who also hides his face in your neck. You feel the tip of his nose move up your neck as he inhales deeply. Steve took his own turn scenting you. He finished by placing a kiss on the temporary bond mark on your neck.

After that the four of you spent the morning getting ready for the day. When it was time for you to go to work Bucky insisted on taking you. You couldn’t deny him the request since you were now aware of his worry over your safety.

You weren’t sure what was worse, your alphas and mates fussing over you because they were worried or your pack mates doing the same thing. Jonah and Ricky hovered, even Mrs. Levy would call down to reception throughout the day to make sure you weren’t in danger. And it went on all week. It was somehow endearing and annoying at the same time.

You were grateful it was Friday and that you wouldn’t have to be escorted from the tower to your job for at least three days thanks to the long weekend. When you get outside though it’s not your alphas that are waiting for you, it’s the Black Widow herself. You’d only met her briefly a few weeks back but still you walked up to her with a nervous smile. Mrs. levy eyed her up and down before saying her goodbyes.

“Hey Y/N, the guys asked me to pick you. There was some incident at training and they had to handle it.”

“Are they ok?” You say as you check your phone, there weren't any unread messages from them.

“Yeah, some recruits got overly confident. Happens every time there’s a new group.” She waves her hand dismissively.

“Oh ok. Well since it’s you here and not them, especially Steve, would it be ok to make two stops?”

“Depends on where.”

“The apartment and an art studio.” You look at her hopefully.

At the end of the day it is in an alpha’s nature to want to make omegas happy and apparently the infamous spy isn’t immune.

“As long as it’s quick.”

“Thank you so much,” you say as you get in the car. “I’ve needed to get a few things, especially a gift for Steve’s birthday but they would not take me back to the apartment.”

“They tend to be overprotective when it comes to something or someone they care about, especially if it’s you. Those three have been a pain in the ass since the break in though.”

You chuckle because it’s true but you appreciate what they’ve done for you. “Still, it’s nice someone cares that much for me. I’ve never had that before.”

Nat takes her eyes off the road for a moment and studies you. From what she knew, which was more than she would ever let on, most of your life had been full of abuse and trauma. She hadn’t really looked into your family but she did look into the hospital visits and reports from school which listed all of the things done to you. She did it to protect her friends and make sure you weren’t trying to hurt them. The more she learned the more she understood why Sam, Steve and Bucky were acting the way they were. It’s why she volunteered to pick you up today. She’d seen the reported abuse but now she was really putting a face to the survivor. And you sat in the passenger's seat humming along to the song playing on the radio with a certain lightness and love for life.

When Nat parks the car you don’t immediately get out. No, instead you take a moment and look around trying to find something or someone out of place. Once you’re satisfied you open the passenger’s side door and step out. Nat follows your lead all the way up to your apartment. The door and lock had been replaced and you fished around your bag to get the new key. The stench from the alpha that broke in still lingered in the air. You still hadn’t been told why he was trying to get in though.

“You can make yourself comfortable if you want. I’m just going to grab a few extra clothes and one of Steve’s gifts.” You say as you walk further into the apartment but Nat follows you and stops at the door, not wanting to invade what was supposed to be your nest.

You move around the room gracefully as you pull out an extra bag and some more clothes. Then you dig in the back of the closet for the present you had bought. It was only one of two but it still didn’t feel like enough.

“So, do you have a mate? Or are you courting someone?” You ask as you open your drawers. “I’m sorry, that’s none of my business.”

“It’s ok, I’m courting Bruce actually.”

“I can see that. You’d totally be cute together.” You say while double checking your bag. “Ok I’m ready to go.”

You stopped at the art studio to pick up Steve’s other gift and now Nat was pulling into a parking spot in the tower’s garage. She leads you to the elevators and the stench from the night of the break in hits you again. Immediately you’re on edge as you look around the parking lot and Nat curses under her breath. One of the elevators opens to reveal two agents and two cops escorting a man in handcuffs.

His eyes snap up to yours and he gives you an evil grin. Your breath hitches as he gets closer and he stops right in front of you. He towers over you and his smile turns into a sneer.

“You stupid fucking bitch.” He spits out. “You just had to ruin everything didn’t you?”

“Shut up.”

“You don’t tell me what to do. You’re a worthless broken omega whore. Always have been and always will be.” He tries to lunge at you but the agents pull him back and toward the awaiting cop car. But he’s too strong for them and he just walks back toward you. This time Nat stands in front of you ready to attack if he tries anything.

“Enjoy being their rut toy while you still can. He’s coming for you and this time he’s going to rip out your throat.”

“I’d like to see him try.” You say through gritted teeth.

The cops and agents pull him away but his eyes stay on you the whole time. Nat turns and blocks your view.

“How do you know him?”

“That’s my brother Daniel.” You say as you wipe away a tear and turn back toward the elevator.

Your heart was practically beating out of your chest. Ignoring the rest of Nat’s questions you turned and headed to the elevators. You wanted to be alone. It had been years since you’d seen your brother and it pained you that his scent was unrecognizable.

When the elevator doors opened your three alphas were already there waiting. You ignored them and pushed through to get into the apartment and into the room you’d been using. Panic, fear and worry were all making your scent sour.

“Y/N? Is everything ok?” Steve had called out but you didn’t answer. “What happened while you were out?”

All three alphas turned their attention to Nat.

“You know the alpha that broke into her apartment?” They nodded. “It’s her brother, Daniel. Said some horrible things. And then said he was going to rip her throat out.”

“Who is he?”

“No idea.”

They looked at each other concerned. Then Sam and Bucky walked back toward the room you’d been using in order to check up on you.

“Can you-“

“Already on it, Rogers. I’ll check in with Tony to see if we can look into the men in her life. Though we don’t have much to go on.” Nat looks up at him and studies his face. “She’s good for all of you. I’m glad you found each other. Make sure you take care of her.”

“Of course. I think her pack would kill us if we did anything to even upset her.”

“She has a pack?”

“Yeah, work friends. One of them has a mate. They made their own pack.”

Nat nods. “I’ll let you know if I find anything.”

“Thanks Nat.”

She leaves just as Sam and Bucky walk back out into the living room. Bucky was pacing back and forth. Anxious and worried for whatever it was that happened to you.

“She locked herself in the room and she doesn’t want to come out. She won’t even answer us. What should we do?”

“I’m not sure, Sam. I guess we'll just wait it out.”

“What? No, she needs us. We can’t just let her feel alone and scared.” Bucky argued. He was getting riled up. Bucky didn’t like to see those he cared about be upset especially if he couldn’t really do anything about it.

“Baby,” Sam walked up to him, effectively cutting off Bucky’s pacing. He takes Bucky’s face in his hands. “I know you want to help her but maybe she just needs a minute to gather her thoughts. It’s just like when you need to be alone sometimes after a nightmare.” Sam presses his lips against Bucky’s and the latter relaxes just a bit. “Let’s give her a moment. Why don’t we go get something for her.”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know, how about some flowers. Something to cheer her up.”

Bucky nods and turns to look at Steve.

“I will let you know the moment she’s out. Go, get our girl something good.”

“Ok.”

Sam and Steve look at each other in silent understanding before they share a brief kiss. Then Sam heads out the door with Bucky and Steve heads in the direction of the room you’ve locked yourself in.

The moment you got to the room you locked yourself in and then you grabbed one of the blankets that smelled just like the boys, wrapping it around yourself. Their combined scents brought you comfort and it’s exactly what you needed even if you wanted to be alone. Bucky and Sam called your name softly through the door but you ignored them. You climbed into your nest and tightened the blanket around you. Everything your brother said to you kept replaying in your head over and over again until you fell asleep.

About an hour later you feel a dip in the bed. Your eyes flutter open and they land on Steve. He smiles and when he reaches out to cup your cheek you flinch away from his touch. His smile falters a little but he doesn’t get upset. At least not with you.

“Sweetheart, are you ok? We’re worried about you.”

“I don’t know. Did Nat-“

“She told us. You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.”

“Ok.” You pushed the blanket off of yourself just enough to reach out for him. “Could you stay with me?”

Steve smiles again and lays down behind you. His warmth is welcomed and the weight of his arm in your waist is somehow comforting. The door opens and you see Sam and Bucky standing there waiting. You pull back the covers and Bucky moves first. Sam sits up against the headboard and winks in your direction when you look up at him.

“I’m sorry if I made you worry.”

“It’s ok. It must have been a shock to see your brother.” Sam answers.

“Yeah, I haven’t seen him in years.” You say as you snuggle into Bucky’s chest. “I think something happened to him. He was never that aggressive.”

“Was he protective over you?”

“Not really but if my dad ever told him to punish me he wouldn’t hit me as hard or whatever my dad told him to do.”

All three of them tense at the information and the way you say it so casually. They had all tried to talk with your brother for a week and he didn’t say a word but they could tell something was wrong. However at the moment their focus is on you and only you.

“We’ll figure it out ok. You don’t have to worry about him.” Bucky says.

“I do, he’s my brother. We were treated differently because he was an alpha but my parents were horrible to him too. I can’t just ignore all of that now.”

“That’s understandable but we don’t want to have you meet him again until we can figure out what’s going on with him. Is that ok?”

“It’s ok. I know you just want to protect me.” You turn in Bucky’s embrace to look at Steve. “I’ve never had this before and I trust you, all of you, so I’ll listen to what you say.”

Steve kisses your forehead as you get more comfortable. You can’t help but think of your brother when he was younger and now. How he tried and failed to protect you. It was his instinct not only as your older brother but as an alpha. Maybe he knew back then that you were an omega.

“I think he was trying to warn me.” You say after a few minutes of silence.

“Warn you about what?” Sam asks from behind you.

“Maybe someone is after me? Danny said ‘he’s coming for you’ when we were little he’d always tell me what was going to happen so that I could at least be ready for it.”

“But who is he?”

“Maybe it’s your dad.” Bucky offered but he was really talking to Sam and Steve. Sam gets up and excuses himself. He quickly goes off to find Nat to help her look into who might be after you.

“We’ll figure it out and keep you safe, Darling.”

“I know you will.”

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It's a Little Warm, Part 5

Pairing: Bucky x Black!Fem!reader / Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+. Minors DNI. You are in charge of your own reading experience. Cursing. Angry Sam, brief Trauma Bucky. Mild age gap. Reader is late 20s and Bucky is mid 30s. Dirty talk, PIV, and unprotected sex. Part 5 of 5! Final chapter baby!! Some sentences are intentional AAVE.

Summary: Sam Wilson is your play uncle and has invited you and Bucky to stay at a cabin with him, Sarah, and the kids. Sam caught you both and you have to navigate your loyalty to him and your growing feelings for Bucky.

Word Count: 2,385k

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“Shit,” Bucky said as he fixed his pants and shielded you from Uncle Sam’s angry glare. He left the pantry and closed the door, allowing you space to fix yourself.

“I said hands off, man. You couldn’t even wait a day?” Uncle Sam asked.

“It’s not like that! That’s not how–”

“Save it. This is bullshit and you know it,” Uncle Sam said. You couldn’t see them, but you knew that they were staring at each other. You hurriedly smoothed down your dress and wiped your face for any trace amounts of drool.

You fixed your hair and then left the pantry to find Uncle Sam and Bucky facing each other. Uncle Sam had turned on the lights and you saw how intensely they were glaring at one another. It looked like some battle in a western. Both of them stood in wide stances as if they were about to quickly draw or start pummeling each other.

They communicated silently and you stepped in between. “Stop this,” you said.

“You’re no better than he is. This was supposed to be a fun and relaxing week for everybody. Not for you two to fondle each other in the fucking pantry.” Uncle Sam’s words and scathing look raked over you like hot coals. You felt small and dumb. His disappointment hurt worse than anything. Even worse than cutting off your parents because you knew that Uncle Sam cared about you.

But you weren’t a little girl. And what you and Bucky did was beautiful and heady. You refused to feel small about it.

“Don’t talk to her like that. If you have a problem, deal with me.” Bucky stepped closer and you placed your hands on his chest.

“I’m going to do a lot more than that.” Uncle Sam advanced on Bucky. You might as well have been a piece of paper. You could not stop two immovable forces so you moved out of the way. Uncle Sam pushed his shoulder into Bucky.

“Outside.” Uncle Sam walked to the front door and threw it open. Bucky sighed and moved to follow. You grabbed his hand. “This is dumb, don’t do this. He’s your best friend,” you said.

Bucky smiled bitterly and glanced at you. “What’s a few fists between best friends? It’s just how we let it out, we’ll be okay,” he said. He squeezed your hand and brought it to his lips. He placed a small kiss there and held it while looking into your eyes.

He followed Uncle Sam outside. Your gut twisted in knots. This was bullshit. But what hope did you have of stopping a super soldier and the dumbass who thinks he can take him? Because Bucky wasn’t going to fight back. You’d seen the resigned look in his eyes. You may not know everything about him, but you knew that he carried a lot of baggage with him.

Men. You huffed as you followed. Once you got outside, it was pitch black except for the porch light and the moon overhead. Two dark shapes were close to each other and they were arguing. You couldn’t pick out everything, but you’re pretty sure Uncle Sam pushed Bucky.

Bucky let him and stepped back. He yelled something and Uncle Sam pushed him again. You got closer. “Stop!”

“Stay out of this, Y/N,” Uncle Sam said. He was huffing from how mad he was. If this was a cartoon, steam would be coming out of his ears.

“This is bullshit! We’re both adults!”

“If you were adults, then you would know how to control yourselves. This isn’t a place for all of that. My nephews are here. What if one of them found you instead of me?” Uncle Sam asked.

“Don’t pretend this isn’t some fucked up honor system you got in your head. You think you need to protect me or something,” you yelled.

“I do need to protect you! I swore that I would always look out for you. No sooner did I introduce you to Bucky and here you are!”

“You make it sound like I preyed on her,” Bucky said. He sounded hurt. He stared at Uncle Sam with wide eyes and his mouth pressed into a thin line.

“Is that what you think of me?” Bucky asked.

Uncle Sam sighed and rubbed his face. “I know you’re a good man. But this is my niece we’re talking about,” Uncle Sam said.

“I’m not actually related to you, Sam,” you said. He gaped at you and stepped back as if you struck him. You took a deep breath and carefully looked at him. “We’re not blood related. I’m not actually your niece. Hell, I’m not even that much younger than you. But I have always looked up to you as an older brother. You were the brother I always wished for. You’re smart and kind and you’re fair. But you’re being a real dick right now.”

“ME?” Uncle Sam scoffed.

“You’re standing there and accusing Bucky of being a monster. That he lured me into the pantry to take advantage of me. The hell do you call that?”

Uncle Sam opened his mouth to say something back but then he caught the look on Bucky’s face. He was trying hard to be neutral and had a blank look in his eye. But Uncle Sam visibly lost all steam.

“You’re not a monster, man. I don’t think that,” Uncle Sam said.

Bucky nodded mechanically. “Don’t do that shit, Bucky. I was…I was mad that instead of enjoying this week, you two hit it off so well and ignored all my plans. It was selfish. I know you’re not a monster. You never were. You’re my best friend. You may be old, but we’re good,” he said. He placed his hand on Bucky’s shoulder.

A little light entered Bucky’s eyes. He looked at Uncle Sam and smirked.

“I’m used to protecting everyone. I used to chase away Sarah’s boyfriends and did the same with Y/N when she was coming up. My natural instinct is that no one is good for them. But that’s not true. I know you are. I just hope you two understand what the hell you’re getting yourselves into.”

“We’re not stupid. I know you guys put yourselves in danger every day. This is new for us too. Let us sink or swim on our own. It won’t affect our love for you,” you said.

Uncle Sam rolled his eyes. “Shut up.”

“It’s okay to admit that you were jealous. You’re used to having Bucky to yourself, I understand it,” you said.

Uncle Sam chuckled and swiped at you. You dodged out of the way, closer to Bucky. He still stood stiffly but he watched you two with amusement. You bumped your shoulder with his. “Hey,” you said.

He smiled at you. “Go on, tell Sam you love him too.”

Bucky shook his head and rolled his eyes. “Alright, let’s not get carried away,” he said.

“Nope. We’re not leaving this spot until you reassure Sam that you love him and that we’ll go along with all of his little plans for the week. And he’ll promise to stay out of grown folks’ business,” you said.

The men stared at each other stubbornly. Pig-heads. You crossed your arms and glared at both of them.

“I love you, man. You’re my brother,” Uncle Sam said. He held out his arms.

Bucky sighed and grinned. “I love you, too, brother.” They hugged and you smiled at them.

“Just…be careful. I love both of you and I’m not picking sides.” Uncle Sam looked between you and Bucky.

Bucky grabbed your hand and looked at Sam. “Won’t be a need for it.”

Butterflies flipped in your stomach. You grinned at Bucky and he smirked at you.

“Whatever. Just…come find us when you’re done ogling each other. There are actual festivities to enjoy,” Uncle Sam said. He started to walk away and he waved in the air. “The sky is clear and shit. We need to enjoy it.”

You watched him until he disappeared through the front door. You moved to follow but Bucky held onto you and stopped you. You looked back at him.

“Thank you, doll,” he said softly. It seemed like there was more he wanted to get off of his chest. His mouth opened and closed a few times before he chuckled and looked down at your joined hands. His thumb rubbed your hand.

“Hey. I can’t explain it, but this feels right for me. You never have to thank me for defending you. I want you,” you said.

“I want you, too. But you’re wrong. I do think there’s some thanks I need to do,” he said.

You gave him a confused look because you didn’t know what he was on about. He smirked and checked the front door. Then, he tugged you further into the darkness. You followed behind, your stomach flipping for entirely different reasons.

“We got a little interrupted earlier. If you can be quiet, I’ll show you how thankful I am,” he said.

“Are you sure?” You asked. You wanted to make sure he was okay. He had looked so lost earlier. Not unlike the time you caught him in the kitchen by himself. He squeezed your hand.

“Definitely sure,” he said. He pulled you closer and moved your hand down to his crotch. He was hard and growing harder by the second.

“Oh,” you sighed. You were not expecting him to be turned on right now.

He pulled you away from the front porch light and past Uncle Sam’s car. In between the houses, there was nothing but darkness and open space. You saw three distant figures but couldn’t pick out anything specific.

Bucky pushed you against the wall. He leaned in with a devilish smirk. He crowded your space and blocked the limited light from the moon. You could only pick out general impressions of his face.

“I want to see that pretty face when you cum,” he said.

You sighed and bit your lip. Desire flooded through you. You gasped at the sharp coldness of his metal arm as he trailed his hands up your thighs and under your dress. He leaned down and kissed you. You cried softly at how wonderful and delicious his lips tasted.

His fingers continued to search and knead. You wrapped your hands around his shoulders and pulled him closer. He chuckled as he licked your bottom lip. You fidgeted as he finally reached your panties and pulled them down and off. He squatted low to the ground and kissed your legs and then your thighs.

You played with his soft, dark hair. You wished you could see his face and see his eyes. His lips dragged wet kisses up your thighs with his fingers following behind. Your pussy fluttered. You needed this man.

Your ragged breath was loud in the quiet night and Bucky finally showed mercy. He stood up and recaptured your lips with his, licking and nibbling. Using his metal hand, he lifted one of your legs until you were open for him.

“You are a treasure,” he said. He kissed along your jawline. He used his other hand to free himself of his jeans. He pushed his pants down far enough to gain some movement.

There was no talking now. There was no need for filthy words. There was just quiet desperation as he slid into your wet heat and you both groaned softly from the feeling of him. He filled you completely. Earlier, you were so needy that you didn’t catalog everything.

Now, you took in his quiet breaths. The smell of him. The glide of his cock inside you, slipping in and out with ease. The soft grunts as if being inside of you was the closest he ever got to heaven.

He buried his nose into your neck and continued to stroke deep within you. It was slow and methodical but no less desperate. You clung to him. He supported you as if you weighed as much as a feather.

You moaned and bit his shoulder to keep from crying out like you wanted to. You held on. You needed more. You needed him deeper, closer; if possible, you wanted to melt into him completely.

Pressure built low in your tummy as your orgasm crested the surface. “You’re perfect, doll. You’re perfect for me. I can never thank you enough, for everything,” he said against your skin. His lips tickled your neck and you leaned your head back against the wall.

He felt so damn good. “You’re perfect for me. Never let me go,” you said.

“Never, never,” he said. He sped up a bit. You clamped down on his dick and he groaned. “I know you’re close, doll. It’s okay, let it go,” he whispered in your ear.

On command, your orgasm rattled your bones from how hard you came. Bucky stroked you through it, whispering how pretty you were. He sounded like he was in awe. “So fucking pretty cumming for me. That’s my girl,” he said.

“Bucky…” you said. You held on as a second orgasm snuck up on you. You felt him smile against your neck. He leaned back to look at your face.

“So fuckin hot,” he said. He stroked a few more times before he grunted and spilled inside of you. He held you in place as he emptied every last stream. You felt him twitch inside of you as he held his head back and groaned.

Your ragged breaths mingled as you giggled. Trying to be quiet made the experience more intimate and magical. The moon and stars overhead, the perfect weather. Perfection didn’t exist, but perfect moments did. And perfect people.

You scratched idly at his hair as he finished. He kissed you again and you both laughed. “How is it possible that I just want to keep going?”

You laughed and kissed him. “Probably because we can’t. But when this week is over? It’s on.”

“Hmm. So what you’re saying is, I need to borrow Scott’s time machine,” he said.

You laughed and kissed his cheek. “What?”

“Nothing, doll.” You got the hint that he was smirking at you. But he kissed you again and your thoughts scattered.

Perfect.

Read Part 1 | Read Part 2 | Read Part 3 | Read Part 4

A/N: I really love ya'll. Seriously. All of your comments have just skyrocketed my confidence in my writing! Ya'll deserve all the forehead kisses.

There is now a follow up! If you enjoyed this series and miss these two, you can now read It's a Little Cold!

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sasheneskywalker · 2 months

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sladick mature fic recs

M | No Archive Warnings Apply | Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson

storm thirst by cheju

A quiet confrontation on a stormy night.

exactly what it looks like by cheju

Slade keeps going on so-called dates in Dick’s city. Uh huh, sure, he’s going on “dates” with assassins and spies. Not on Dick’s watch, he isn’t.

Five times Dick stops Slade from getting laid. One time he doesn’t.

M | No Archive Warnings Apply | Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson

Now, years later, Deathstroke has planted bombs throughout the city on a job with a ticking clock - they need to know the locations, but Slade isn't talking.

Between the Saids and Unsaids by withthekeyisking

It's been years since Dick Grayson was forced into acting as Slade Wilson's apprentice. Years since he was manipulated, abused, used, and he never told anyone the details.

Dick knows he'll talk to him. He owes him, after all that he did.

M | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson, Batfamily Members & Dick Grayson

And now he's bound and drugged kneeling in front of the man, being presented as a gift.

Shifting Grounds by withthekeyisking

The last time Dick saw Deathstroke the Terminator, the mercenary was trying to kill him and his friends.

M | No Archive Warnings Apply | Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson

He didn't count on spotting Grayson the instant he arrives on site.

Familiar Plays by withthekeyisking

Being hired to hunt down a mole for the latest mafia boss is easy money, in Slade's opinion. Interrogate a few people, track down some leads, hand over the idiot once he finds them to surely be tortured for information.

M | No Archive Warnings Apply | Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson

M | Graphic Depictions Of Violence | Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson

Swimming in a Sea of Expectations by withthekeyisking

Dick looks down at his blood-covered gloves and has no idea what to do now.

M | No Archive Warnings Apply | Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson

Give Me a Break by Skalidra

Slade's a pretty common fixture in Dick's life, so it's not really a surprise when he hunts down the warehouse of a gang he's tracking and finds that Slade's been hired to protect it for the night. He's also definitely not about to back down just because of that, so he goes in anyway. He's not expecting to beat Slade, but he's not expecting the consequences of trying either, and even though Slade isn't a fan of torture, he'll do a lot as long as he's paid for it.

Not a problem, right?

Strokes of Luck by firefright, Skalidra

When Dick's ship breaks apart in a storm, sending most of his crew to their deaths and stranding him on — of all places — Tortuga, all he really wants is to find a ship headed back to Gotham. Lucky for him, there is one. The Deathstroke, headed by the infamous Captain Slade Wilson, as notoriously ruthless and deadly a pirate as Dick's ever heard of. All he has to do is make the journey without Slade ever finding out he's a Navy officer.

M | No Archive Warnings Apply | Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson

Slade turns his head, clearing the blind spot of his missing eye to find the source of that irritating, all too familiar voice. Black hair, brilliant blue eyes, with the finest, tailored doublet in rich blue and black laced close to his chest. Lean, handsome to an unnaturally perfect degree, and with enough power in his bones to kill anyone in this room, except for him.

Different Schools of Thought by firefright, Skalidra

"What did you do to your hair?"

Probably.

It'd be a hell of a fight.

M | No Archive Warnings Apply | Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson, Jason Todd/Slade Wilson, Dick Grayson/Jason Todd/Slade Wilson

He didn’t realize, then, how that meeting would end up changing the rest of his life.

the road less traveled by wingdingery

When Deathstroke’s attack catches the Teen Titans off-guard, Dick finds himself getting help from an unexpected source: Deathstroke’s ex-husband, Slade Wilson.

M | No Archive Warnings Apply | Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson, Dick Grayson & Adeline Kane Wilson

He does not see it coming, when one of the henchmen in this drug operation turns out to be on some Venom knock-off.

Black Gold Blues by wednesday

The gut punch is what gets him. Dick knows all the ways to tense and relax correctly to take any kind of hit with the least damage to himself, but that only works when he’s prepared, when he sees the hit coming.

Dick gets captured. Then things get worse.

M | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson

M | Graphic Depictions Of Violence | Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson

pressure points by wednesday

“It’s done, nothing for you to do here. Let's go,” Deathstroke says two steps behind him. Like he—like he expects Dick to just go with him. Like he thinks it’s possible to ignore the slaughterhouse right in front of them. Like Dick doesn’t feel the sinking weight of devastation pressing him down, breaking him into pieces.

M | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson

Running On Empty by Sandrine Shaw (Sandrine)

"Don't even think about it," Slade said without turning his attention away from the road. "I'm not allowed to drug you, but that doesn't mean I won't knock you out again if you don't behave."

M | No Archive Warnings Apply | Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson

Trespassing by Sandrine Shaw (Sandrine)

Slade deals with a security breach in his Gotham safehouse.

“I didn’t get kidnapped because I’m not a kid,” he said, like that’s what they should be worrying about right now, “I got abducted. You got kidnapped.”

Two Birds, One Stone by Nightwang

“You got kidnapped by Deathstroke?!” Jason asked, incredulous, if rather redundantly. Dick rolled his eyes like Jason was the biggest idiot in the room which- totally wasn’t fair.

For the SladeRobin Weekend prompt Abduction/Kidnapping.

M | Graphic Depictions Of Violence | Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson, Dick Grayson & Jason Todd

Deathstroke, in full armour barring his helmet, had Dick, naked as the day he was born, pinned to a bed.

Yeah, he love me (but he fucks me like he hates my guts) by Naphorism

Jason lurched to his feet, stomach lurching right along with him, and stumbled around the monitor until he could watch the footage displayed on the Batcomputer’s main screen. His heart practically stopped once his brain understood what his eyes were seeing.

M | Rape/Non-Con | Jason Todd & Damian Wayne, Dick Grayson & Damian Wayne, Dick Grayson & Jason Todd, Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson, Dick Grayson & Jason Todd & Damian Wayne

“My terrifying competence,” Slade deadpans. Glaring, he adds, “And my astonishing kill count.”

Inside the Mirror by Naphorism

“Talk about pretty,” Dick comments, still stroking the arch of Slade’s brow. “You call me pretty all the time, but look at you. I’d almost call you cute. How was anyone scared of you?”

M | No Archive Warnings Apply | Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson

M | Rape/Non-Con | Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson

Playing with Uranium by BlameTheMachines

Slade invites Dick into his study for a friendly chat about Rose’s training. It goes poorly.

Dick fought the frown from surfacing. "Stop being an asshole."

Daphne Blue by Alicegivesgifts (Alicelikesgravity)

"Why indeed? I can't seem to remember," Slade made a show of examining the watch on his wrist. "Might have something to do with you being late."

Slade's lips curled upwards in mirth. "Sit down, little bird."

And ignoring every bone in his screaming body, Dick sat down.

M | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson, Dick Grayson & Slade Wilson

M | Rape/Non-Con | Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson, Dick Grayson/Jason Todd

I've Got No Shame, Got No Pride (Only Skeletons to Hide) by orphan_account

Jason's not as put out as he wants to appear by having to share a bed with Dick. Slade's very much put out by Jason sharing a bed with Dick. They cope.

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urfavnegronerd · 10 months

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nothing even matters- lauryn hill + d'angelo

sum slight

warnings: i projected like a bitch in this because im anxious about school starting again, anxiety so like angst if you squint really really hard, fluffy, grammarly edited, lmk if i missed smth

pairings: miles g x shy black reader

thoughts have an asterisks (usually*

w/c: 2.24k ish

published: august 10, 2023

song lyrics are italicized

now the skies could fall

It wasn’t necessarily uncommon for you to panic when a teacher called on you during class. Especially, cold calls. So when third-period English rolled around, a class you typically had no problems in, and Mr. Wilson decided to call on you, your heart stopped. The familiar ice began to flow all through your veins as you gasped, eyes wide, and face on fire. The entirety of the class turned around to face you, your hands now unconsciously playing with your hair, touching your piercings, bouncing your leg, and sinking in your chair. It felt like your chest had both turned cold and dropped all at once, your eyes darting back and forth from Mr. Wilson in the door, *If I bolted now, would they call security?*

“What prevented Yui from speaking on the phone until the very end?” Mr. Wilson repeats.

It was a rather simple question, but you couldn’t bring yourself to answer it. To make matters worse, you knew the answer, hell, the answer damn near wanted to roll off your tongue.

“What prevented Yui from speaking on the phone until the very end?”

This is the third time he’s asked this question. Your breathing begins to speed up, hot tears begin to prick at your eyes, and you anxiously begin to play with your hands. *I could make it to my dorm, safe and sound with a good five-second head start.*

“The finality of it.” a voice answers from two seats to your left. “The finality of grief. She thought if she delayed talking on the phone, her daughter would come back. She thought that maybe the news was a mistake, given to the wrong person,”

“Thank you, Mr. Morales. Moving on,”

Before you hear the rest of the conversation, you shoot out of your chair, hastily grabbing the bathroom pass, and darting out of the classroom, not even bothering to ask permission.

Slamming the door to the single-stall restroom, ensuring to lock the door, you sink to the floor, defeated.

“Stupid, stupid, stupid, it was just a stupid little question you idiot,” You seethe, resting your head on the wall behind you. “Can you not be awkward for a second?”

The prick of tears you had felt in Mr. Wilson's room, gently poke out of your eyes and down your cheeks, leaving delicate and hot streaks in their wake.

Three knocks are heard on the door. If you didn’t say anything, they’d probably go away, the blazing red ‘occupied’ was currently displayed on the door’s exterior in the slit of the cool silver lock.

“Hello?”

Don’t move. Don’t say a word. They’ll go away.

“I saw you run in here,”

Shit. Someone saw, a whole class of people saw you freeze up like a deer caught in headlights, as if you aren’t almost 16 years old.

“Right, you’re not a talker,”

Embarrassment heats you like a furnace and you bury your head in your hands.

“I’m Miles if that’s any help,”

His voice is firm, calm, cool, collected, and kind of nonchalant. Almost comforting to be spoken to without someone using the voice, as if you were stupid.

“Can you come out? It’s weird talking to a bathroom door,”

Still glued to your place on the floor, you dig your nails into your palms.

“That’s fine, I get it,”

You felt bad, he was just being nice, right?

“Do you want me to stay out here? Can you like knock once for no and twice for yes?”

Timidly, you knock twice on the door.

“Cool. I don’t really talk, either, but I’ll just sit here.”

Very slowly you scooch over to your side of the door and press your back against it, tucking your knees under your chin. You can hear his soft and abrupt laugh from the other side of the door, he undoubtedly saw the slightest bit of your shadow.

You both just sit like that, for about ten minutes. You enjoyed the silence and the feeling that you weren’t alone, and having someone just felt nice. From what it felt like, he wasn’t judging you, at least you didn’t think.

Pushing yourself off the floor and making your way to the sink, you lightly splash cold sink water onto your face and thoroughly wash your hands, scrubbing your knuckles as if you could scour everything away and leave an empty canvas; one that could be painted with bright colors, happiness, flowers, and extroversion. It doesn’t work. Defeated, you sigh and pat your raw hands with scratchy brown paper towels and unlock the door.

You’d never really seen him before, or at least not fully registered his presence.

“Tight braids,” he mumbles. Subconsciously you tug at the tail ends of your cornrows in hand and blush.

“Thanks,” you whisper. And then he’s gone to god knows where.

not even if my boss should call

It had been several months since ‘the incident’, which is what the two of you called it, and life had moved on. You and Miles had gotten to be really good friends, which worked out in your favor because now teachers would pair the two of you together without question, so neither of you had to deal with people you didn’t like. This particular project was for art class, the two of you were to study the object permanence of urban life. This project had been assigned for two months, the concept the two of you came up with was standing side to side on a corner each day for the past two months. As the term had slowed down to a close, you and Miles were stationed at his desk, editing, with the help of youtube and a school-issued Photoshop account.

“That corner looks a different color than this one, Miles,”

“I think it's supposed to,”

“Oh, the light distribution?”

“Yeah, at least I’m pretty sure,”

“Miles!” his mother shouted, walking into his room while adjusting the thin gold chain that adorned her neck. “I’m going to work, call me if you need anything, ¿entiendes?”

“Have a good shift, Mrs. Morales,” your voice barely above a whisper. Not wanting to pressure you into repeating anything, the two of you had gotten to know each other the past few months, she raised her eyebrows, smiled, and looked at Miles for help.

“Have a good shift, Mamá,”

“Ah, thank you. Bye, Miles, I see you later, yes?”

“Sí, Ma, I love you,”

“I love you too,” and with a quick wave, she’s off and out the door.

Returning your attention to the laptop on his desk, you rest your head on your hand, slowly drinking in your surroundings. It wasn’t like you had never been into Miles’ room before, oh no, you’d seen it, just not as in detail as you see it now. He didn’t have as many tchotchkes as what would have been expected for someone his age. Instead, there was a pretty decent collection of sneakers and shoes, mostly Jordans, Adidas top tens, or Timberlands. You liked that there were shoes instead of trinkets. Tilting your head to the side, you look at him with a certain intensity.

the world it seems so very small

It wasn’t like you hadn’t realized Miles was attractive in the time that the two of you spent together, because you definitely did. It was hard not to notice, but you thought it would just go away. You were just friends. That’s all. Although you indubitably wanted more, you also wanted to keep your friend. The friend that had an astounding amount of patience with you, waiting until you spoke up just enough for the fast food worker to hear you or ordering for you with no questions asked, nudging or signaling you to speak up during class, and would only repeat what you’d say if the teacher had asked you to repeat what you had said more than three times. Three was the limit with you. If it didn’t work by three, it wouldn’t work, period.

And, maybe it’s just the fact that he genuinely had the patience to get to know what made you anxious and what didn’t, but you were attracted to him. To the point where his room, the very room you were in now, that smelled completely normal–peppermint, sandalwood, and some sort of cologne musk you’d recognized from him– felt like another world. Like you were transported to somewhere that the two of you just existed, and that here in whatever limbo, whatever dimension, there was nothing odd or strange about you. You were just you, funny, smart, artistic, and a reader, you weren’t that freak who couldn’t talk. You were just you.

You’d felt a little bad, though. Were you being codependent? Was your presence too much for him? That’s what scared you the most, that secretly you were his little charity case that he wanted to nurse back to health, to normalcy, and that the friendship you’d so easily cultivated wasn’t real.

Was it a friendship though? You’d been conscious of the way that he looked at you at times, especially that one time in the rain, when you had a newspaper that you’d swiped from the bodega covering your braids, whereas he had a regular rain jacket. He looked like he had just watched the first flower of spring bloom, his mouth was fighting a smile, dimples deepening the slightest bit. But, you were also the one noticing the way he looked at you. You were noticing each other, and that scared you.

Bringing yourself back to the moment, grounding yourself, you turn to look at Miles’ now distracted figure. Sure, he was still looking at the pictures for your project, but he wasn’t really doing anything. Just looking. Was he looking at you? What would it have mattered if he was? The two of you were friends, nothing more nothing less.

But the way you were looking at him now though, you could be sure that this was not how friends looked at each other. You were almost inspecting him, the very small, barely noticeable, gold studs in his ears, and the thin yet durable gold chain around his neck. His chain basically matched Rio’s, and admittedly, you thought it was cute, sweet even. That this boy who mainly spoke in clear and concise sentences, the boy who had a cold wall up, matched chains with his mom. You’d wondered about it, the chain, you never really pegged him for a jewelry kind of guy, more like a hair clip jewelry if anything. You’d been wrong, but you didn’t mind it. Not this time.

Suddenly, you weren’t in control of your movements at all, you had found yourself timidly reaching out to touch his necklace. It was pretty. And definitely overstepping a boundary. Or so you thought? He didn’t really react, other than slightly raising his head in acknowledgment.

“It was my dad's,” oh. He never really spoke about his dad or what happened to him. “It matches my mom’s chain.”

“That's really sweet,”

You had just now realized how close the two of you were, your face practically in front of his shoulder. You could smell him. Today wasn’t a cologne kind of day, more like a clean day. He smelled like hair oil, and a bit like rosemary. It was intoxicating.

Instantaneously he jolts his head to the side, not expecting you to be right there

“Hey– oh. Hi.”

The air around the two of you changes, and you begin to study his face. Like, really study his face. The subtle underline of his cheekbones, the slight curvature of his cupid's bow, and the width of his nose. It wasn’t like his nose was oddly shaped, it seemed oddly symmetrical, in fact. Like both ends resemble the arc of a pair of parenthesis.

He slowly begins to lean in, very slowly, his breathing erratic and uneven. Sitting up, slowly you look at him quizzically.

“You’re breathing weird” you whisper, only this time, you’re not anxious about talking out loud. This time, it’s a genuine whisper, a whisper with an inkling of tranquility, softness; peace. You hadn’t felt peace in so long.

Miles continues to lean in, eyes darting in between your eyes and your lips. Oh, how he adored your lips, the gentle scent of strawberry from your chapstick, how they were barely two-toned, just slightly different shades of pink. How your bottom lip was bigger than the top lip, how there was always a small recoil after you had been biting your lips.

It felt as if you were floating on a hazy euphoric cloud, you weren’t worried about your next move, or the next thing you were going to say. Softly, you bring your hand to rest on the left side of his collarbone. It jumped out slightly at the very end, but it was a delicate asset he had, gentle bone structure barely noticeable under the loose black tee he was wearing.

“Your heart,” you croak “I can feel your heart.”

At this point, the two of you were inches apart, halted, waiting for the other to make the next move. A small and genuine smile plays at the corner of his lips.

“I can feel your breath” he whispers.

The gap between the two of you closes, your hand still resting on his chest, his cradling your right cheek.

cause nothing even matters at all

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thezombieprostitute · 3 months

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Changing Minds - Part 3

Summary: Your long time work acquaintance Nick Fowler offers to take you to a fancy fundraiser as a way of cheering you up. He insists it's only as friends but when he sees you falling into the grasp of someone he knows is no good, he might change his mind on that.

Word Count: ~1800

Warnings: Implied violence and attempted murder. Please let me know if I missed any.

A/N: Reader is an older female (late 30's +). This is part of the Garbage Men AU. I'm not yet sure if this will be a full series or just a two part story.

Part 2 -- Part 4

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You’re getting ready to take your lunch break but are stopped by a grumpy looking man carrying a manilla envelope.

“Are you Ms. Y/L/N?”

“I am,” you hesitate, trying not to look too long at his scars.

“I was told to deliver this to you, tell you it’s from a friend and that your safety depends on you reading it before you see Mr. Fowler again.” He holds out the envelope and, despite the confusion written all over your face, he doesn’t add any clarifying statements. The way his mustache twitches he clearly thinks you’re wasting his time by not taking it from him right away.

“Thank you, Mr….” your tone turns into a question as you take the envelope but he turns away without giving you any answers.

You sit back at your desk and open the envelope. Inside are all sorts of police reports, all violent crimes, and all involving Nick. You recognize the forms and the seals to know these are legitimate. You see his mugshots where he’s clearly been in a fight. You see photos of the people who lost those fights and shudder.

You’d seen Nick with some mild injuries, the occasional black eye, but you never figured him to be violent. He’d always seem too calm, cool and collected to hit someone. Yet the files in front of you begged to differ.

And you’re supposed to go out on a date with him tonight.

As you're getting the manilla folder, Nick is cleaning himself up after another messy interrogation. He probably shouldn’t be doing this so soon before a date but Bucky’s been pushing for some intel and this was his best chance. It’s not like he was all that serious about the date, anyways. It was just fulfilling a promise to you and keeping that work relationship solid with the added bonus of keeping you away from Kent.

Curtis showed up at the Basement Studio with his cleaning equipment. Nick thought for a moment and asked, “Hey, Curtis, you got a minute?”

“Whatcha need?”

“I’m taking a lady out tonight. You got any special restaurants you take Teach?”

Curtis softens at the mention of his girl, “I’m not sure the restaurants we frequent would be up to your standards. We’re more into greasy spoon types of places.”

“Yeah, this girl is a bit classier than that.”

“How about Wilson’s new restaurant? Use your connections to get a table?”

“That could work,” Nick hums. “Give her a nice night at an exclusive place.”

“Hope it works out. It must be pretty serious if you’re asking me for advice.”

“Nah,” Nick dismisses with a wave of his hand. “Just promised to help cheer her up after some family shit happened. I need her happy so I can keep doing my job.”

“Does she know it’s just the one date? That it’s not feelings based?”

“Pretty sure.”

“You’re gonna wanna double check that,” Curtis chides. “I’d hate to have to send Teach after you.”

Nick chuckled a little, “I’ll make sure she knows before the date starts.”

Curtis nods, “good luck, then.”

It’s time to clock out of work and go meet Nick but you find yourself hesitating. Stalling, you child yourself. You’ve known him long enough he at least deserved a chance to explain everything. If someone was trying to make you rethink your relationship with Nick, they were going to have put in more work.

Stepping outside you see Nick’s car and you start walking towards it. He gets out and moves to open the passenger door for you, a smile on his face.

“Hello, pretty Lady,” he greets. “I was starting to worry you wouldn’t be able to make it.” His smile drops when he sees hesitance written all over your face. “What’s wrong?”

You shake your head, “in the car, please.” As you sit he closes the door for you and paces to his own. When you’re both settled in you pull the manilla envelope out of your bag and hand it to him. “What is all of this, Nick?”

He opens the envelope and you see his face go from worried to ice cold anger. “How did you get these?”

“They were delivered to my desk this afternoon.”

“By whom?”

“Does it matter? Is your answer going to be different depending on who delivered them? I deserve an explanation regardless of their source.”

Nick takes a deep breath, eyes never leaving the reports in front of him. His brain kept trying to work out why someone would give you this. Well, reasons beyond souring your work relationship and hindering his own work as a result. He was so focused on the considerations and possibilities he didn’t hear you calling his name. It wasn’t until he heard your door slam shut that he snapped out of his reverie and realized he’d accidentally ignored you.

“Shit,” he mutters as he gets out of the car to follow you. “Y/N! Y/N, wait up, please!”

You pause your steps and turn to give him a stern look. “Oh, you’re finally willing to talk about this. How gracious of you.” He flinches at your tone and drops his face a little. “I’m going home, Nick. Good night.”

“Please,” he sighs. “I was caught off guard. I’ll give you all of the answers over dinner, I promise.” You hesitate so he adds, “at the very least I can promise you a free meal at a very exclusive but very good restaurant that just opened.” You raise an eyebrow. Encouraged, he continues, “and if I haven’t answered your questions to your satisfaction, you’ll never have to see me again.”

You nod, “okay. But this had better be a good explanation and some damn good food.”

As Nick promised, the restaurant looks very nice and the smells from the kitchen are exquisite. The hostess takes you to one of the semi-private booths, blocked off with curtains. You’ve never been in such a high-class place and you feel a little under-dressed. Your eyes widen when you look at the prices on the menu.

“Nick, I can’t afford this place.”

“You’re here at my request,” he chuckles. “The least I can do is pay for your food and drink.” He looks into your eyes and sees your discomfort. “I mean that,” he pleads, his sky blue eyes softening. “Please don’t worry about the costs. I’ve got you covered.” You purse your lips but nod.

The waiter arrives for drink orders and you just ask for water. Nick gives you a look and you tell him you don’t know enough about wine to really know what to pick. He nods and orders water and a bottle of something with a way too long name.

As they leave you look back to the menu and confess, “I’m really not sure what half of these things are.”

“I’m pretty experienced with these kinds of things,” Nick assures. “If something sounds interesting let me know and I’ll see if I can remember what it is.”

You nod and start saying some of the names of dishes with Nick telling you some of the basics of ingredients and cooking methods for each. His knowledge of these things is quite impressive. When the waiter comes back with the drinks you order a Thai Pomelo Salad and Seared Tuna Niçoise. You hope it’s good. You’re upset with Nick but would hate to waste his money on food you don’t actually like.

As soon as the waiter leaves you sigh, sit up straight, and ask Nick, “so what do you have to say about those files?”

He nods, “I’m not gonna deny their legitimacy. I’ve done some bad things, had bad things done to me. It’s all part of my work.”

“I thought you were just a Private Investigator.”

“Yup,” Nick nods. “And it’s not all searching records and archives. It’s nice when that’s all I need to do for a job, but most jobs require talking to dangerous people. Sometimes it escalates.”

“Nick, I saw the photos of your victims,” you chide. “That’s not dangerous, that’s deadly.”

“That’s training,” he objects. His face is pained as he continues, “what the files don’t tell you is that I’m former CIA. And yes, I can provide proof of that. I had to learn a lot of combat, a lot of tactics, and a lot of…other things. I quit when I got figuratively backstabbed too many times by other agents looking to just climb the ladder. But you can’t just forget your training.” He pours himself a glass of the red wine and sips it before continuing. “Eddie hooked me up. He was a friend from college and he helped me find my steading here. Introduced me to the right people, warned me against the wrong people, and a lot more.”

You nod as you listen, expression softening as he talks about Eddie. “So all of those people that you hurt?”

“In every case they tried to hurt me first. Even if witnesses were paid to testify otherwise. I never strike first, I promise.” There’s an intensity in his face you’ve never seen before. His eyes almost seem to be changing shades of blue as a reflection of his emotions.

You bite your lower lip as you think. “Okay Nick,” you say after a bit. “I’ll trust you.”

The worry and hurt in his face fades to a soft smile of relief, “thank you. Now will you please tell me who gave you the files?”

Nick gets back to his car after walking you to your door. You might not have known the identity of the man who gave you the folder but what you did know was enough for Nick. August Walker, known lackey in Kent’s conglomerate. He used to be higher in the rankings but got caught trying to kidnap some important person’s daughter. Cost him is rank and his looks.

Kent wants to turn you against him. Nick knows he’s been a thorn in Kent’s side for years but now you’re a risk. You’re a possible weak point in Nick’s armor and Kent’s not gonna stop until he breaks you, hurting Nick in the process.

Nick was supposed to make sure you knew that this was just a date as friends. That he was just keeping his promise, nothing more between you two. But during dinner he decided he needs to keep up the facade of interest. The closer he can keep you, the safer you’ll be. Especially after he gets you a bracelet with a tracker, just to be safe.

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Eddie Redmayne Says 'Willkommen' to Broadway in First Production Photos from Cabaret Revival (Exclusive)

'The Good Nurse' actor is starring as the Emcee alongside Gayle Rankin as the musical's leading lady Sally Bowles

By Sabienna Bowman Published on April 15, 2024 02:30PM EDT

Eddie Redmayne is ready to put on a show in the first photos from Broadway's Cabaret revival!

In PEOPLE's exclusive first look at the famed John Kander and Fred Ebb musical's return to the Great White Way,The Good Nurse actor, 42, suits up at as Kit Kat Klub's mercurial Emcee. With his jaunty green party hat, oversized brown cravat and black gloves, Redmayne is both intriguing and imposing as the fascinating character.

In another snap of the Emcee in action, Redmayne leaps into the air as several members of the cast dance around him during the show's iconic opening number, "Willkommen."

See Eddie Redmayne and Gayle Rankin in First Rehearsal Photos for Broadway's Cabaret Revival (Exclusive)

Additional photos from the show shine the spotlight on House of the Dragon actress Gayle Rankin in the role of the vivacious nightclub singer Sally Bowles. In one compelling photo, she seems poised to take the stage with a microphone in hand as she's surrounded by ensemble members during the song, "Mein Herr."

Another picture finds Rankin in a ruffly white dress while holding a prop cigarette as she performs the song "Don’t Tell Mama."

The Cabaret revival is being directed by Rebecca Frecknall, who helmed the West End version, which also starred Redmayne. Previews began April 1 at the August Wilson Theatre in New York City, with the show set to officially open on April 21.

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Cabaret has long been a success both on the stage and screen. Based on John Van Druten’s 1951 play I Am a Camera, which in turn was adapted from the 1939 novel Goodbye to Berlin by Christopher Isherwood, Cabaret first hit Broadway in 1966. It was later turned into the 1972 film of the same name starring Oscar-winner Liza Minnelli.

The musical tells the story of Sally, an ambitious English singer who starts up a relationship with American writer Clifford Bradshaw as he observes the eccentric characters who populate the Kit Kat Klub in Berlin. Set between World War I and World War II, the growing unrest beyond the club's doors is ever-present as the artists within express themselves through song.

It features a score by Kander & Ebb made up of a string of songs that have become musical theatre mainstays, like “Willkommen,” “Don't Tell Mamma,” “Mein Herr,” “Two Ladies,” “Tomorrow Belongs to Me,” “Money,” “Maybe This Time” and, of course, “Cabaret.”

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Redmayne, who also produces the Broadway revival, has long said that Cabaret “properly ignited” his love for theater, while playing the Emcee in a student production of the musical over 25 years ago.

In an October 2023 statement, he shared, "It now feels completely thrilling and a little surreal to be a part of Rebecca's truly unique vision of Masteroff, Kander, and Ebb's brilliance as it arrives on Broadway, where the piece has such a history."

In addition to Redmayne and Rankin, the rest of the principle cast is rounded out by Ato Blankson-Wood (Clifford), Steven Skybell (Herr) and Tony winner Bebe Neuwirth (Fräulein), as well as Natascia Diaz (Fraulein Kost and Fritzie); and Henry Gottfried (Ernst Ludwig).

The cast also includes, Gabi Campo (Frenchie), Ayla Ciccone-Burton (Helga), Colin Cunliffe (Hans), Loren Lester (Herman/Max), David Merino (Lulu), Julian Ramos (Bobby), MiMi Scardulla (Texas), Paige Smallwood as Rosie, and Marty Lauter (Victor) — also known as Marcia Marcia Marcia of RuPaul's Drag Race fame.

Tickets for Cabaret are on sale now.

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Sweet Potato Pie by @tllgrrl aka Nefertiri Jones

SarahBucky Fleur De Louve Month 2023 - Week 1, Day 2 Prompt: “Sweet Potato Pie” | SFW

Sarah Wilson/Bucky Barnes, and Special Guest Cameo: Sam Wilson

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It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

Sarah’s boys were already at the grandparents in Atlanta, and the original plan was that Sam would be in NYC with Misty, the restaurant would be closed until Friday, and Bucky would be home with her for a nice, quiet (maybe not so quiet) Wednesday, then the two of them would make a Thanksgiving Day drive to Atlanta to stay until Sunday, when the boys would come back with them to Delacroix.

That was the plan.

Then came the phone call, and there she was hearing about how some shit had popped off on the other side of the world in a place that she wasn’t privy to know for her own safety, and in the blink of an eye she was on the front porch, kissing Bucky goodbye before dawn…again.

“I’m sorry, nandi,” he said softly, his forehead touching hers.

“I know, baby. It is what it is,” she answered, pulling his dog tags over her head and onto his neck. “Just come back to me in one piece.”

“I will.”

“You better.”

“Save me some Sweet Potato Pie,” he says over his shoulder, walking toward the van.

“Me too!” someone yelled from the passenger seat.

“Ha! I’ll think about it, Cap.”

“You’re the meanest sister ever!”

“No she isn’t.”

“Yes, she is.”

“It’s called Tough Love, Samuel.”

“Just get in the car. You and that Tough Love bullsh—“

“Language!”

“What?!?”

She’s used to it by now. It’s sort of The Other Family Business: Superheroes.

This time, however, when the SUV drove off with her brother and her lover, the second the vehicle made that turn out of the driveway, she sat on the front step, and had a good, angry cry.

After a few minutes, she dried her eyes on her (on Bucky’s) t-shirt, and took a deep breath. “Okay. Enough of that…”

She got up, went into the house, picked up her cellphone, a notepad and pencil, pressed a speed dial number, and started making plans.

Evening, on the Other Side of the World…

Bucky dragged himself into the tiny old hotel room, dropped his backpack on the dresser, closed the curtains, checked the room for bugs...and bugs, then he turned on the old school TV set (complete with rabbit ears) and clicked the old remote until he found a futbol match.

He could still smell the light fragrance of Sarah’s hair conditioner, and feel her body against his when he kissed her goodbye.

“Damn…” he mumbled, reaching deep into his backpack and pulling out a small brown bag of plums.

“Happy Thanksg—“

Someone knocked on the door.

He retrieved one of his fixed blade knives from a compartment in the backpack, and waited.

Another knock, this time in a familiar pattern.

“Yo, Buck?”

Bucky opened the door to find Sam standing there with what looked like a box wrapped in a thermal blanket. There was also a smaller flat box sitting on top of it.

“Hey, come in. What’s all that?”

“It’s a special delivery. This goes with it.”

Sam handed him a six pack of a local beer, and pulled an envelope out of his jacket pocket.

“I got one too. Seems like we weren’t going to be spending the holiday away from…well, go’on open your envelope. I’m heading back to my room for mine.”

“What—?”

“Don’t ask me. Just open this envelope. Have a good evening, Buck.”

“Um…Thanks?”

“You’re welcome, Cyborg Man.”

Bucky heard Sam chuckle as he closed the door.

He moved his laptop to the bed and placed the boxes on the small table in the corner, opened the envelope, and picked up his cellphone, smiling as he dialed the encrypted number on the StarkTech phone.

“Hey, nandi.”

“Hey yourself, mthandi.”

“Can I see you?”

“Of course. Hold on…”

Their screens both go black, then they see each other.

He gently touches her cheek on his screen, and she touches his cheek on hers.

“I miss you.”

“I miss you, too. Wait. Have you…? James. Open the boxes.”

“Boxes? Oh!!”

Bucky unwrapped the large box first and when he opened the seal, steam wafted out, and delicious aromas filled the room.

He couldn’t believe his eyes, or his nose.

It was a whole meal of turkey, dressing, greens, cornbread and slices of his favorite: Sarah’s meatloaf. There was even a separate container of a serving of gumbo.

“Baby…” he chuckled, eyes beginning to brim, “what…what did you—?”

“I figured, since we couldn’t be together like we planned, we could at least…well… shoot, I wasn’t gonna cry…”

Bucky was wiping his eyes as well.

“Sarah…this is just…did Sam get—should I go get—?“

“No. He’s good. Probably on the phone with Misty right about now. The two of us got together. She arranged to have a QuinnJet bring me to New York not long after you left. She knew the team’s prep schedule, so we did our shopping, spent a day cooking, and had the boxes loaded onto the transport before departure.

I asked Torres to make sure neither of you knew about the boxes until you were at your destination. Misty and I made him a combo plate from both of us.”

“I don’t know what to…Thank you, intanda. This is…”

“Close the box, put the heat blanket back on it, get cleaned up and comfy. I’ll wait, so we can have dinner together. Okay?”

Bucky wiped his eyes and picked up the small brown bag, showing her what was inside, “I was gonna have these plums.”

“Have them for breakfast. Your dessert is in the pie box.”

“My dessert is in Delacroix, where I should be right now,” he says in that tone that makes her toes curl in that good way.

“Boy, stop!” she giggles.

He hears Sarah giggle and it makes him want to run all the way back to Louisiana, Secret Empire wannabees and the Atlantic Ocean be damned.

He opened the box and she watched him bite his lip in anticipation. Bites his lip in that way.

She sees him bite his lip and she wants to run to him, Louisiana swamps and the Atlantic Ocean be damned.

“You’re still saving me a slice for when I get home, right?”

“Of course! I brought you over to Team Sweet Potato Pie. No way I’m letting you backslide back to pumpkin! Not as long as we’re—“

“Come’ere, you,” he laughs, walking the phone into the bathroom.

“Where are we going?”

“Getting ready for a quick shower.”

She can see his metal hand and the bathroom ceiling, then the phone tips forward and now she can see him. Most of him. He repositions the phone again and now she can see a goodly amount of him.

He reached into the shower, turned on the tap, then faced the camera, took off his shirt, and started unbuttoning his jeans.

“Want to tell me what you’re doing, mthandi?” Sarah said, before draining her entire glass of sweet tea because The Thirst was real.

“Taking a shower so I can get ready for dinner with my intanda,” he smiled. “Care to join me?”

“Are you taking your phone into the—“

“Sure am. What! It’s waterproof.”

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Coffeehouse Blues

James Wilson hustles down the lamp lit street, collar up turned to fight the wind blowing at his back. The early November air holds the promise of winter in its chill. He passes the rotting husks of Jack O’ Lanterns, interspersed with too-early Christmas lights.

He’d finished work an hour and a half ago. He’d walked down to diagnostics to look for House, but he and his fellows had already left for the day. He’d tried calling but House didn’t pick up. Not wanting to return to his sad, empty hotel room he’d decided to go for a walk in downtown Princeton. He almost regretted moving out of House’s apartment on nights like these. It was a fact, James Wilson did not do loneliness well.

He’d started therapy recently. A private practice not at all associated with any hospital, a necessity if he didn’t want House to know immediately. After his third divorce he thought maybe is was worth looking into way he was both a serial monogamist and a serial adulterer. Why despite the fact that all three of his wives were everything he was supposed to want, they were never enough to make him happy.

This is what he ponders as he walks and walks the streets of Princeton. His hands are shoved deep in his pockets because he didn’t bring gloves, his ears burn because he doesn’t have a hat. He wasn’t planning an hours long walk when he got dressed this morning, but despite the cold settling in his bones he still doesn’t want to go home.

His nose catches the scent of coffee - good coffee - and he realizes across the street from where he’s standing is a coffeehouse. Warm light pours out the large windows along with the delicious smell. He hasn’t had supper, and coffee at this time of night is never a good idea, but the thought of a hot drink in a cozy cafe has him j-walking across the street.

It’s just as wonderfully warm inside as he’d hoped. The building is a historic house that’s been converted into a cafe, so it stretches out into multiple rooms. The room he is in holds the bar and a few small tables, but there are signs with arrows exclaiming “more seating this way!” He can hear an acoustic guitar being played in one of the other rooms. The place is quite busy, and he realizes that it’s some sort of open mic night. He’s enjoying the music being played, and hopes the other performers are as talented as this one. He plans to stay and drink his coffee, try to warm up, before he heads back to his car to bite the bullet and return to his hotel room.

“Large coffee, dark roast, black, for here please.” He tells the barista when it’s his turn.

He always rehearses his order in his head while waiting in line so he minimizes the time it takes for the person to take his order. He just feels its the polite thing to do.

As he stands and waits for his drink the guitar playing ends. The crowd applauses and after a few moments someone speaks into the microphone.

“That was Jenna Foster everyone. Next up is a name our regulars will remember. Back after a hiatus, Mr. James Callum!” The MC announces just as Wilson is being handed his mug of steaming coffee.

The crowd cheers, clearly happy to have this performer back. He navigates the crowd, moving into the other room where the performance is taking place. He manages to snag a corner table at the back. He can’t see the performer, to many people standing in front of the “stage” area but he doesn’t mind. The coffee mug is warm in his hands and he finally feels some warmth sinking into him as he shrugs off his coat and sits down.

He’s taking his first sip of coffee when the music starts. It’s a slow piano, and as the piece continues it reminds him of some of the pieces House has composed. He isn’t sure if he actually has that good an ear as to pick out House’s music, or if all piano music reminds him of House.

It’s one of the things he misses about living with House. While it’s true that the prank wars were juvenile, and House refusing to do dishes was annoying, there were things that made living with him enjoyable. One of those things was his music. Wilson could easily admit that having House strum his guitar while Wilson cooked, or having him play the piano while Wilson read a book was nice. It felt comfortable and domestic and he missed it almost every night he spend alone in his hotel room.

The music grows to a beautiful crescendo before quieting, and then comes the voice.

“I went down to the St. James Infirmary,

Saw my baby there

She was stretched out on a long, white table

So cool, so sweet, so sweet, so fair,”

That voice stopped Wilson in his tracks. He knew that voice. But, no. There was no way. Absolutely not.

“Let her go, let her go

God bless her

Wherever she may be

She can search this whole wide world over

She won't ever find another man like me,”

He abandoned his table and half drank cup of coffee to push his way to the front of the room. He knew it couldn’t be true. Obviously this was someone who just happened to play and sound very much like his friend. He managed to make it to the second row. Being six feet tall he was able to see over the heads of the people in the first row, and down to the figure seated at the piano.

His jaw dropped. “James Callum” was Gregory House.

“When I die, bury me a straight laced shoes

A box backed suit and a Stetson hat

Put 20 dollar gold piece on my watch chain

So the boys'll know I died standin' pat”

Wilson couldn’t believe it. House rarely sang, even at home. He had a beautiful voice, so suited to the bluesy music he prefers, but for some reason he didn’t like to accompany his playing with his voice. Yet here he was, singing for a bunch of strangers. He used a fake name sure, but still, he was singing. Something Wilson knew was outside his comfort zone.

As the song came to a close House looked up from the keys and looked out at the crowd. He looked eyes with Wilson, face falling blank for a moment. Wilson gave him a huge smile, wanting House to know how proud he was. After a moment House returned the smile with a big one of his own.

House’s big smiles didn’t look like big smiles to anyone who didn’t know him. They only involved half his mouth, the right side turning up and showing his teeth while the left side remained mostly neutral, like his muscles didn’t quite know how to form a smile. Wilson thought maybe that was true, maybe House had smiled so little in his life that his facial muscles didn’t know how. That just meant that every time he got to see that perfect, lopsided smile it made his heart skip a beat because he knew getting to see it made him special.

House turned back to the piano, starting another bluesy tune. Wilson retrieved his mug and coat off the back table, moving to stand and sip his coffee so he could watch his best friend play. House did three more songs before his time slot was up. Afterwards he limped over to where Wilson was standing, leaning in close to be heard over the MC and the chatty crowd.

“I’ll let you come over if you buy me a pizza” House said, blue eyes locking with his and then glancing away, a sign Wilson knew meant House was nervous.

“Sounds like a fair deal to me.”

They exited the busy coffeehouse, walking shoulder to shoulder until they got to House’s car. He drove Wilson to his car as he was parked almost 30 minutes away by foot, and they bid each other temporary farewell.

Climbing into his Volvo, Wilson couldn’t help smiling to himself. He has no idea what it says about him that he’s only truly happy when he’s spending time with his best friend, supposes it’s something he should bring up in therapy.

But for now he has a pizza to buy, and he wants to think up a way to wrangle a personal encore out of House after dinner.

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tooth&claw chapter 1.

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Summary: you and Sam Wilson have been following up on intel about old HYDRA bases around North and South America for the last several months, with no sign of Bucky Barnes. Wrapping up your last lead, you and Sam attempt to head back to New York, but are stopped on your way by a few mysterious people. They have more information for you than you bargained for.

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Pairings: Tony Stark x Shifter!Reader

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Warnings: Canon typical violence, language!, blood, mentions of death, alcohol use, fluff, angst. No Y/N used. Use of nicknames(Poppy, Flowers)

You were sitting on Tony’s lab desk, waiting for him to finish maintenance on one of his Iron Man thrusters, so you both could go out to dinner. He said he made reservations at some fancy new restaurant downtown because, of course he did. The black dress you wore was simple, halter tied behind your neck, with an open back, and the tulle skirt flowed just below your knees. Your wedge heels dangled from your toes as you hummed to the music that JARVIS had playing softly in the background.

Just as Tony finished with his last gauntlet, former SHIELD agent Maria Hill, now assistant to one Tony Stark, strolled in. Her heels clicking in a confident stride - you’re sure you’ll never master- towards her boss. Tony raised an eyebrow at her as he set his tools down, safety glasses coming off to be replaced with his normal glasses.

“What's the ‘sitch? Got something new for me?” Tony rolled his chair out from the desk and stood next to your legs, a hand resting on your thigh as he spoke to Maria.

“Just received some intel about a new active HYDRA base, boss,” Maria supplied, she tapped a few things on her StarkPad and a big hologram of what looked like a castle floated in the area around the three of you.

Since the fall of SHIELD, The Avengers have been scoping out old HYDRA bases all across the world. Their main goal was to find Loki's missing scepter - the mind controlling one. Four barren bases down, and 7 months later, there’s a light at the end of the tunnel.

Tony lets out a low whistle, squeezing your thigh before he circles the hologram projected in the lab. His eyes are calculating, scanning the image with practiced ease as he peers over the top of his glasses. His hands come up, and he manipulates the image, making it smaller and taking layers away. “What am I looking at, exactly? New vacation home, Hill?” He teases.

“A little too cold for my liking,” she says without missing a beat. Her fingers move quickly, and another few images appear in the air. “Intel says this is actually a HYDRA base hidden in the mountains outside of Novi Grad.”

When you make a face, Tony speaks up, “Sokovia, honey,” and you nod. Geography was never your strong suit. “Show me something, JARVIS.”

Suffice it to say, dinner would have to wait.

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“Another dead end,” Sam sighs, stuffing his hands in his jeans pockets. He leans back against the railing next to you and adjusts his sunglasses. You scrub a hand down your face, resting your forearms on the railing, and heave a sigh, too.

"This is the fourth city in however many months, Sammy,” your tone is defeated and sad. You can feel him looking at you, but you don’t turn your head. “He's a highly trained ex-assassin. If he doesn’t want to be found, we won’t find any trace of him. Ever.” You chance a glance, and you see his shoulders fall. You know he’s not the biggest fan of Bucky, but he promised Steve he would follow up on the leads they had. No matter where they took you.

And right now, you and Sam were in Cuba, another cold trail of old HYDRA safe houses and small operation locations left to collect dust. Your intel said it was an abandoned barbershop, but nothing stood in front of you but an empty building. The skeletal remains of a barbershop long since packed in.

There aren't many people on this side of town, and even fewer cars. The 1950s-style cars stood out like sore thumbs when you first arrived a few days ago, but now a welcome sight whenever you would pass one by. The red corvette a block away was brighter than the others. A man in a black suit casually leaned against the driver side door, his arms crossed at his chest. You could swear he was looking at you both, but it was hard to tell with the sunglasses clouding his eyes. You shook your head and turned back towards Sam.

The evening sun setting did little to lessen the heat, and you ran the back of your hand across your forehead, “We should get back to the jet. They should be back from Sokovia by now.”

Sam could tell you were itching to get home. He put a hand on your shoulder and squeezed, “c’mon, let’s get a late dinner, and then we can head home in the morning.” You agreed and went to follow Sam down the sidewalk, glancing one more time behind you toward the corvette, only for it to not be there.

At dinner, the conversation is minimal. You and Sam could sit in companionable silence for a while, getting lost in your own heads.

You haven't given up looking for your brother, Leon, but his trail was as cold as Bucky's. Everything ends in a dead-end no matter where you searched.

The streets of Havana were alive and thriving as music flowed from bars up and down the street. It brought a smile to your face as you glanced up and down the road.

“I've noticed him, too,” Sam says abruptly, pulling you from your thoughts. When you look up at him, he's staring down the street, and you follow his gaze. You see the same man from earlier. His hands in his slack pockets and leaning against the cherry red corvette.

“Since when?” You ask without taking your eyes off the stranger.

“When we arrived,” and your head whips around to Sam, eyes wide and brows furrowed. How haven't you noticed? Some guy has been tailing you both for 3 days, and you were completely oblivious.

Sam places a few hundred pesos on the table and gets up, and you follow his lead. As you both make your way down the street opposite of your mystery man, you can't help but glance over your shoulder to check if he's still there. It isn't until you round the corner that you stop, you feel it, then; the eyes on you like you're under a microscope. It makes the hair on your arms and the back of your neck stand on end.

Sam notices you stopped, and before he can question it, a woman steps out from behind a car. Her stance says nonchalance, but you've been around for a long time to not judge a book by its cover. Peggy Carter taught you that.

You step in front of Sam, sticking your arm out to stop him from advancing. The woman rounds her shoulders when you take the step forward, and a rumble fills your chest.

“What do you want?” You shout over to her, her lips curl up into a smirk, and she tilts her head. She steps into the streetlight, and you get a better look at her. She's Asian and maybe in her late 30s, her hands are balled into fists, and you think she seems ready to enjoy fighting you.

Out of the shadows behind the woman, the man from earlier steps into the light, “We just want to talk,” you didn't even know he was there. What is it with this guy? He gives you a reassuring smile, hands still stuffed in his finely pressed suit pants.

Of course. You scoff, “SHIELD died in the ashes along with HYDRA, I don't think we can help you, man.”

“SHIELD?” Sam asks, so only you hear, his hand goes to your shoulder, “Maybe we should hear them out.”

“If you believed that,” he continued, “The Avengers wouldn't be out there clearing out active bases or getting Loki's Scepter from Sokovia.” He brings his hand to his chest and rubs at a spot absent-mindedly. The woman next to him gives him a concerned sideways glance before he nods and returns his hands to his pockets.

“How do you know about all that?” Sam asks, and when he goes to step around you, you grab his wrist to stop him.

“Who do you think Maria Hill was getting her information from?” The man gives a simpering smile, like you should know better.

“We don't have anything to give you. Like I said, we can't help you,” you go to push Sam behind you so you both could leave. A heavy sigh stops you. The woman takes another step closer to you and looks over her shoulder.

“Sir?” She asks, and when he hums in affirmation, the woman lunges to get to you.

“Sam, go!” You push him, and in the next movement, you're blocking a punch to your face with your forearm. You push the woman back by her chest and send her flying back to the man's feet.

His eyebrows raise, “you good, May?”

The woman, May, grunts in frustration and climbs to her feet, offensive stance ready to lunge at you again.

“Get to the jet,” you tell Sam. He goes to protest, but you cut him off, “I'll be fine, i'll meet you at the rendezvous point.” You look over your shoulder at him when he doesn't move, “Sammy go!”

Sam stumbles back to get ready to run, “you better show up, or Stark will have my head,” and he turns on his heel and runs, leaving you with May and the mystery man in the alley.

As soon as Sam is out of sight and earshot, the man in the suit steps towards you. You growl, it fills your chest, and the man puts up both hands in surrender.

“Whatever you have to say, say it from over there,” you tell him, but he takes another few steps to put himself between you and his friend.

He gives you an easy-going smile, eyebrows creased in worry, “it's not that simple, Agent Jones.” You scoff a laugh and pace away from him. “It's about your brother,” he says hesitantly when you don't stop.

You go rigid, skin rippling, and claws threatening to come out, “what did you say?” When he doesn't answer, you turn to face him, eyes shining blue as you growl at him and his companion.

They don't seem at all surprised by your appearance, “Please, come with us. We have a good idea of where he is. It's more complicated than you think it is,” he tries to placate you again. He gives you a reassuring smile, and when you look at his companion, she crosses her arms in front of her chest and raises an unamused eyebrow at you.

You heave a heavy sigh and drop your head, “Fine,” you mumble out, “I'll go with you.”

***

One phone call to Sam, and an hour later, you stood in an empty field with Agents May and Coulson. After the earful you got from Sammy when you told him to head home without you, the two former Agents of SHIELD told you about what they've been doing behind the scenes -give or take a few details.

Sam was adamant about you not going, but he also didn't want you to miss out on an opportunity to find your brother. Even if the chances were low, there was still a chance.

Agent Coulson, or Phil as he introduced himself, had told you him and his team had been chasing down a group called Centipede for the last few years. He had said he thinks it's finally come to an end with the fall of HYDRA and a man named John Garrett. Who apparently was an evil Mastermind who had his fingers in a lot of pies, so to speak.

They led you to an empty lot, seemingly nothing in the vicinity until Phil pulled a small fob out of his pocket and a quinjet shimmered into existence.

“Should I be concerned about a missing jet, Phil?” You asked. He gave you a sidelong glance and a smirk to match. He shrugged and led the way on board. May insisted you go before her before she closed the hatch after you all entered.

It was a short few minute flight to a larger aircraft that shimmered into existence as the quintet approached and landed on top. A hatch opened on the floor leading down into the aircraft below. As your feet touched the soft carpet at the bottom of the stairs, your gaze landed on a multitude of people around the lounge-like area.

“Welcome to the Bus,” Phil informed you, coming to your side and laying a hand on your lower back. “Skye,” he called out, and a young woman - maybe in her 20s - stood up from the couch with a laptop in hand and followed. Phil ushered you away from curious gazes to another room filled with monitors and computers.

Doors slid shut behind you as the three of you occupied the space. The glass walls did little to stop the prying eyes of those on board from sharing glances and hushed words with each other.

Coulson introduced you to Skye, giving her your name and the reason you were here. He praised Skye at being a veritable genius when it came to computers and her hacking abilities, a proud glint in his eye. She ducked her head a little with a small smile.

Her fingers worked fast over her keyboard, only glancing up at you once or twice while you waited.

Who do you think she is?

Obviously, the agent Coulson told us about.

Yeah, but who is she?

Not sure, why don't you go in an’ ask, Trip?

Oh, don't tease him, Fitz. She's obviously here for the information Skye was asked to gather.

But, do you think she's really an agent?

You smirked, “you told them I was an agent?” Gesturing out at the group of people huddled in low conversation.

And when Coulson looked over at the group, they dispersed with hurried chatter. Phil smirked.

“Aren't you?” The girl, Skye asked as she arched an eyebrow at you, then looked to Coulson. He smiled in return. “Isn't she?”

“I haven't been part of SHIELD for a very long time,” you leaned a hip against the desk and crossed your arms over your chest. You took a whiff around the small space, not coming up with anything. Your brows furrowed as you looked between Phil and Skye.

You thought you were imagining it, Phil not smelling like anything. Thinking maybe the wind carried it away. But now, with him standing so close, you were positive there wasn't anything there. You stepped closer to him, picking up his hand and scenting the inside of his wrist. There was something faint, like a long forgotten book or newspaper, leather bound and dusty, ink fading with time, and the hint of vanilla. Soft and subtle. And you wouldn't have smelled it if you didn't lean into his wrist more.

“Uh,” he eyed you, a frown pulling at his lips when you let him go. “What was that for?”

“I can barely smell you,” you stared at him, head tilting to the side, “either of you. What happened?” concern filling your voice as you stared at him.

He cleared his throat, hand smoothing down the tie around his neck, “I died; is what happened,” Your eyes must have been the size of saucers because he gave you a sympathetic smile. “I'm fine, really.”

“And you? Did you die, too?” You asked Skye. She avoided your gaze and made a noncommittal noise. “Must be something in the water..” You tried to lighten the mood a little.

Skye finished her tapping and turned towards the big monitor in the room, “This is what I've found so far,” she cleared her throat a little, looking back at you as you scanned the screen.

There was an older man, relatively handsome, his shoulder leaning against the side of a building. His hands stuffed in his slacks, the trench coat he wore billowing in the wind, frozen in time. The picture was taken from a cell phone, most likely accidently catching the image of the mystery man. His eyes seemed to glow as the shadows cast the upper portion of his body in darkness.

His hair was dirty blond, gray at the temples, and slicked back in a nice coif. His beard was littered with gray hair, but it didn't take away from his attractiveness.

Another image popped up next. The mystery man had his back to the camera now, glancing back over his shoulder as his eyes glowed more. Next to him now was none other than Leon, eyes shining in adoration as he leaned into the touch of the man with his hand on his face.

You felt your hackles raise, a low growl escaping your lips when another photo appeared. Another photo popped up next to that one. They kissed, which isn't new for you, but the very visible bite mark on Leons neck was enough for you to snap.

“His name is Deacon Frost,” Skye began, “current residence is some plantation his family owned - in Louisiana. It goes back at least 100 years. According to the records I found, he has a whole load of people living there. Whether it's staff or otherwi-”

“Vampires,” you cut her off. Another growl sounds deep in your chest.

Skye looked back at you, eyes wide, “No way. Seriously, vampires? They don't exist,” she scoffed. When she looked at Coulson, he was already looking at you.

“You knew,” you told him.

He pursed his lips, “I had my suspensions. Theories,” and when you raised your eyebrow at him, he sighed. “OK, ok. I wasn't one hundred percent sure until you confirmed it.”

“Wait, you're serious?”

“I'm always serious.”

“Coulson!”

You pursed your lips, “I normally don't do this to new people but,” the skin on your arm rippled from your shoulder to your fingertips, claws coming out as the fur made its way down your arm like a wave.

You wiggled your fingers, knuckles cracking with a roll of your wrist. It was always harder to Shift during a new moon. It definitely hurt more.

You looked from Coulson to Skye. The former's expression filled with delight and a small smile. But Skye.

“What the hell? What the hell are you?” She all but shrieked and stepped away to the far corner as fast as she could.

“Welcome to the world of the Supernatural,” you shrugged, shaking Your arm out as the fur along it reseeded and flesh took over once more. “There's more than just vampires out there.”

***

With Coulson's instructions, Skye put everything she had onto a flash drive for you. You'd figure out more when you got home, and JARVIS could give it another once over. When she was finished, she slid it across the table top, not wanting to step closer to you. You sighed and pocketed the USB stick, gave a curt nod in thanks.

“Thanks for this,” you said, “but you could have called. You do know where I live,” you smirked at Coulson.

Coulson guided you out of the room, leading you through the lounge and up a spiral staircase, and into another room. It was a spacious office, Coulson's name plate gleamed on the desk.

He sat on the edge of the desk and folded his arms over his chest, “it's hard to come calling when the majority of your housemates think I'm still dead.”

You gaped at him, mouth opening and closing several times. “What do you mean they think you're dead?”

“Fury thought it best to never tell anyone,” he shrugged. “That included all of SHIELD and the Avengers.”

“What about the people that cared about you?”

Phil shrugged again, “Anyone that used to be in my life, outside of SHIELD or otherwise, knows I died. And will always know it.”

He gave you a leveling stare. It made your hair stand on end.

“You can't expect me to keep this from Tony,” you shook your head. “If you know what I am, and I think you do, you know what he means to me. I can't - you can't ask me to keep this from him.”

“You're right, I can't. Just don't go out of your way to bring me up,” Phil gives you a sad smile and paces toward you to put a hand on your shoulder. “For what it's worth, I'm sorry about your brother. I know you'll find him,” he gave your shoulder a squeeze.

You returned his sad smile and gave a shirt nod. After a moment, you cleared your throat, “ok, well, how am I supposed to get home? Don't suppose you're going to drop me off at the front door.”

Coulson laughed, and nodded his head towards the door, “C'mon.”

“Sir, we're ready,” May's voice came through the intercom as you went to leave the office. Coulson led you back down to the lounge and then another spiral staircase to the loading bay.

You pass between a van and the same red corvette from earlier in the day, running a finger down the body and coming to a stop next to Coulson. He hits a button, and the bay doors open, wind whips through the garage violently, and when the door fully opens, you see a quinjet hover a few dozen feet away.

Sam stands at the opening of the quinjets ramp, his hand gripping a handle so he doesn't fly out. He gives a nod, and Coulson returns it.

“It was nice to meet you, Phil, but I think my rides here,” you shout over the roaring wind. You go to take a step back to get a running start, but he calls your name, and you stop.

“You'll find him, I know you will,” he gives you a smile, and you place your hand on his arm and give a gentle squeeze.

“Thank you,” when you look back, you can see his team standing behind some glass and on top of the mezzanine, and you look to Phil again, “it was nice to meet you.”

You take a few steps back to get a running start, you sprint, leaping from the edge of the Bus. weightlessness filling you as the harsh winds carry your body from one place to another. And just when you think you start to free fall, your hand grips Sam's arm, and he catches you in his grip, bringing you in for a one-armed hug.

“You're crazy, you know that?” He huffs a big laugh into your hair as you hug him back.

Your forehead rests on his chest, “I'm just keeping you on your toes, Fly Guy,” you chuckle. He gives you another squeeze, and when you both look back out into the sky, the Bus shimmers from existence and disappears.

“C'mon, Baby Girl, let's go home.”

***

"’Boom! Are you looking…’ why do I even talk to you guys?” Rhodey is met with silence, and he sighs, “Everywhere else that story kills.”

“That's the whole story?” Point Break smirks over his beer.

Poor Rhodey, he tries. “Yeah, it's a War Machine story.”

“Well, it's very good then,” Thor laughs, “It's impressive.”

“Quality save. So, no Pepper? She's not coming?”

Pepper? Why on earth would he bring her up? Rhodey has met you multiple times. He seemed to love you. At least that's the impression Tony got. He hasn't talked to Pepper in a while. He knows you two talk all the time.

It's not weird. Don't make it weird.

“No,” simple. Smooth Tony.

“Hey, what about Jane? Poppy? Where are the ladies, gentlemen?” Maria cuts in. Now Tony knows for a fact you and Hill get along.

“Well, Miss Potts has a company to run,” smoothing his tie down a bit, “And Poppy is chasing ghosts in…um..” Where did you and Wilson go off to this time?

Thor shifts from foot to foot, “Yes, I'm not even sure what country Jane's in, either. Her work on the Convergence has made her the world's foremost astronomer.”

Tony hums.

“There's even talk of Jane getting a... um, uh... Nobel prize.”

“Yeah, they...they must be busy because they'd hate missing you guys get together.” She fakes a sneeze, what is this, the early 2000s? “Oh, excuse me.”

“Want a lozenge?” Rhodey fake comforts her as she nods. They both share a quiet chuckle, “Let's go.”

“But Jane's better,” Thor says into his mug.

Tony's eye twitches, Thor hasn't even met you yet. What does he know?

Nothing.

He looks around the party, avoiding eye contact to not further this conversation with Thor at all costs. He notices Sam Wilson ascending the stairs and meeting up with Steve.

Where the hell were you? Fashionably late was his thing. Surely you were around here somewhere.

***

“You go on up, Sammy. I need to change out of this, and I'll see you up there,” you wave him off as you step off the elevator to your and Tony's floor. Sam waved a ‘see you later’ as the doors closed.

He was smart and packed extra clothes, just in case.

You needed a moment for yourself anyway. The last few days are taking a toll on you mentally. Not finding any sign of Bucky after months of searching, and now new information about your brother, Leon, have surfaced. You just needed a quiet few minutes to yourself.

You dug the flash drive from your pocket as you passed the Smart Table in the room.

“Hey, JARVIS, I've got something I'd like you to take a look at when you have the time,” you said as you plugged it into the top USB port. The holographic keyboard and display came to life as you did. “It's got info about my brother on it. I can check back in later with you about it, ok?”

You retreated to the bedroom as you talked to JARVIS, shedding your boots and tactical outfit as you went.

The shower was heavenly. Rinsing the day off yourself always felt nice. But you had a party to attend, at least that's what the message from Tony had said a few days ago when they got back from Sokovia.

On the bed were two outfits, one you're sure Nat had picked for you, and the other Tony. Smirking, you put on your go-to.

A pair of dark, high waisted slacks and an oversized burgundy turtleneck. Your combat boots would have to do. No way were you wearing heels just to go upstairs and see your friends.

Once ready, you made your way back towards the elevators. Checking one last time at the progress JARVIS was making. You noticed a bunch of files open, more information being downloaded than before.

“Thanks, J! I'll go through all that with you later,” you call out as you enter the lift. You hit the button for the right floor and wait. The soft chime of the lift stopping, has you straightening.

The music wasn't as loud as you'd thought it would. Only a few people noticed you stepping off the elevator. No one you knew, however.

As you scanned the large lounge, you noticed Sam and Steve on the loft. They lifted their hands in greeting, and you gave a small wave.

“There she is!” Called a voice to your right, Maria and Rhodes met you halfway, and you gave them a hug.

“Maria, James. Good to see you,” you looked around a little, trying to find the man you came home to see.

“He's at the bar,” Maria nudged your arm. You gave her a grateful smile and excused yourself.

Tony wasn't paying attention when you found yourself standing behind him, his hands fidgeting with the glass in front of him.

“This seat taken, handsome?”

He straightened, glancing over his shoulder slightly, “Actually, I was just waiting for my girlfriend,” he turned fully to face you, eyes lighting up as he looked at you. “She's very possessive, y’know. Gets pretty bite-y when she doesn't get her way.”

You hummed as you stepped closer to him, fingers lightly running up his tie, “Think I can handle myself,” you step closer and one of Tony's hands finds your waist, pulling you in more. You pout up at him, peaking through your lashes, “And I don't get bite-y when I don't get my way.”

He chuckles, and you feel it vibrate through you, his free hand coming up to your face, and his thumb rubs across your cheek.

“I missed you, Pretty Girl,” Tony's hand cups your face and you lean into the touch. He leans in and runs his nose along yours, and a sigh leaves your chest.

“Missed you too, Tones.”

“Ahem,” a voice loudly calls from behind the bar. “OK, love birds, you're making everyone else jealous.”

Natasha smirks at you when you look over Tony's shoulder at her. He pulls you into his side as he turns to face her and reaches into his suit jacket pocket, placing a one hundred dollar bill on the countertop.

Nat's perfectly manicured fingers land on the bill, and she slides it over and places it inside of her blouse.

“Bet him you'd wear my outfit tonight,” She's still smirking. “I'll make you a drink.”

Tony, you and Natasha talked for a while, losing time while catching up and sharing drinks. They told you about what went down in Sokovia, from the advanced HYDRA weapons to Strucker's experimenting on humans with Loki's Scepter. Down in Strucker's lab, there was advanced robotics work, scraps, and heaps of salvaged material from the Battle of New York.

And a few more small details as well.

“Wait, wait,” you gasped between laughs, hand clutching Tony's arm to keep yourself upright. “He really said that? Language! Like you're 5?” You giggled again when Nat and Tony both nodded.

Tony pursed his lips, trying to hide the smile that spread across his face, hand resting on the back of your chair.

Bruce came over shortly after, his eyes only seeing Natasha, so you and Tony excused yourselves and made the rounds.

You met a few new people, including Dr. Helen Cho, who was in town for a conference, from South Korea.

***

Hours later, you were sitting in the loveseat between Tony and Rhodey. A casual and easy conversation flowed as everyone wound down from the evening's festivities.

You placed your finished Chinese food container on the coffee table in front of you. A sigh of contentment left you as you settled back in the seat.

“But, it's a trick!” Clint yells out, pulling you and Rhodey from conversation.

Thor chuckles from his spot next to Steve on the couch, “Oh, no. It's much more than that.”

“Uh, ‘Whosoever be he worthy shall haveth the power!’ Whatever, man! It's a trick,” Clint snarks.

“Well please, be my guest.”

Tony places his arm behind you on the chair, “Come on.”

Clint raises his eyebrows, “Really?”

“Yeah!”

“Oh this is gonna be beautiful,” Rhodey says from beside you.

“Clint, you've had a tough week, we won't hold it against you if you can't get it up,” Tony's comment makes everyone around chuckle.

Clint struggles for a moment as he tries to lift Thor's hammer, “I still don't know how you do it.”

“Smell the silent judgment?”

“Please, Stark, by all means,” Clint places his hands on his hips as he challenges Tony.

You roll your eyes as Tony makes a show of getting up and peeling off his suit jacket. You willingly take it and drape it over your shoulders, letting his scent fill your nose.

Tony tries and fails to lift Mjolnir. Even with the help of Rhodes and their gauntlets.

Next was Bruce, and he fails, pretending to Hulk out in the process. You give him a sympathetic smile at his attempt.

Steve was next, and you swore you thought it budged, but he relents and sits back down next to Thor.

Thor sighs in relief, and he looks to you, and all eyes land on you after.

“No way, I have enough things to worry about, thank you,” your hands come up in defense.

“Widow?” Bruce asks, and she leans back, taking a sip of her beer.

“Oh, no, no. That's not a question I need answered.”

Tony picks you up bridal style and places you on his lap as he takes your seat, “All deference to the man who wouldn't be king, but it's rigged.”

Clint nods, “You bet your ass.”

“Steve, he said a bad language word,” Maria mocks and points to Clint. Everyone chuckles.

Steve gives Tony an exasperated glare, “Did you tell everyone about that?” You giggle from your spot on Tony's lap, and Steve shakes his head.

Thor gets up and easily flips the hammer around in his grip, grinning as he scans around the group, “You're all not worthy.”

There's a chorus of boos and disagreement as Thor just chuckles at everyone.

Then there's a loud screeching noise, like microphone feedback, but ten times worse, and everyone covers their ears. You let out a whine as it stops, and Tony runs his hands up and down your arms.

As the screeching fades, there's a thumping coming from the hall, a metallic voice fills the air, and Steve stands on high alert.

“Worthy... No, how could you be worthy?” it's a beat-up Legion suit. An arm is missing and leaking fluid. There's parts missing from its body, and the face is scratched and marred. “You're all killers.”

“Stark,” Steve says in his Captain voice, his stance wide.

Tony sets you down on your feet, placing himself in front of you as he pulls out his phone, “JARVIS.”

The metallic voice of the Legionnaire continues, “I'm sorry, I was asleep. Or... I was a-dream?”

Tony starts tapping at his phone, “Reboot, Legionnaire OS, we got a buggy suit.”

“There was a terrible noise…” the Legionnaire says, “and I was tangled in... in... strings. I had to kill the other guy. He was a good guy.”

Steve takes a step closer, “You killed someone?”

“Wouldn't have been my first call. But, down in the real world, we're faced with ugly choices.”

“Who sent you?” Thor's voice booms.

A recording of Tonys voice plays from the suit, "I see a suit of armor around the world."

Bruce looks at Tony, shock on his face, “Ultron!”

“In the flesh,” the suit - Ultron - says, "Or, no, not yet. Not this... chrysalis. But I'm ready. I'm on a mission.

“What mission?” Nat asks.

“Peace in our time.”

***

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AN: boy!! This took so long for me to finish. I knew where I wanted to go, but I just couldn't get it out there! Thank you for reading, it means so much to me!! More to come soon!

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Hey, Sammy

Summary: You've known Sam all your life but when you two were younger, your parents moved you to New York. You wrote, texted, facetimed, everything just to keep in touch but once he joined the Avengers he got busier and busier, and soon there was no time for you.. until now. -

Warnings: light cussing, I really don't know what else.

Your parents moved back to Louisiana a couple years ago after you went off to college, now you're graduated and looking forward to going back home even if it is for a week or 2. You were pulled from your thoughts when you finally reached your childhood home earlier than expected, you smiled and looked up at the house. "Well, here goes something." You got out of the car taking in the fresh Louisiana air. As much as you loved New York, it felt great being home. It crossed your mind several times of moving back home and either being with your parents or finding your own place. You got your duffle bag out of the trunk, smiling up at your mom as she approached you arms open. "Y/N, you're finally here!" She pulled you into a hug kissing your cheek multiple times, you jokingly groaned she pulled away throwing her hands up "Okay, okay I'm done let's get you inside I just finished lunch, your favorite." She smiled and pulled you into the house where you smell your favorite dish. You took a deep breath sitting down at the table patiently waiting to be served since your mom would never let you serve yourself.

After lunch, you decided to go down to the dock where your dad was fishing he preferred to catch his food. You pulled up a chair gently elbowing his arm "Catch anything?" He sighed and shook his head "They just aren't biting like they used to." He smiled over at you "Did you eat already?" You nodded looking back at your mom in the kitchen "There's still plenty in there, you should go get some." He shrugged and looked back at the lake. "Go ahead Dad, I got it" He hesitated "No less than 12 inches I know, go eat. Please." You take over his fishing rod throwing the line out slowly reeling back in. You sat there for about an hour not catching a single thing. Finally, you got a bite and it was a big one, you reeled and reeled then you let it go so the line wouldn't snap then started reeling again. Next thing you know you're in the lake, it dawned on you, you don't know how to swim. You started screaming and flailing around trying to find the dock so you could pull yourself back up but it was nowhere to be found, just as you were about to give up you felt a strong arm wrap around your waist and pull you out of the water. You hunched over coughing out the excess water, when you finally steadied your breathing you looked up to see who saved you. There he was your childhood best friend.

Sam Wilson.

He held his hand out to help you up, and you gladly accepted and stood up. "Thank you, I appreciate it." He smiled and nodded "You gotta be more careful." He furrowed his eyebrows and looked around "Why are you in Mr. Y/L/N's yard anyway?" You wanted to be upset or mad but it's been years and he's been busy it's okay that he doesn't remember you. You smiled and looked back at the house "Because I'm their daughter" His eyes got wide and looked you up and down "Y/N, is that really you?" He pulled you into the biggest hug possible you squealed and hugged him back. "Oh, how I've missed you, Y/N!" He set you back down, he let out a happy sigh "How have you been?" You shrugged "Same old me." He looked you up and down once more biting his bottom lip "Definitely not the same" He mumbled hoping you didn't hear him. "How about 'black falcon' how are you?" He chuckled and rolled his eyes "It's just Falcon, but I'm good pretty busy" You looked back when you saw your dad walking up to you guys, he said hello to Sam then turned his attention to you. "What happened to you?" You sighed and looked at the lake "Well, an hour after you went inside I got a bite and it was a big one but the fish won and pulled me into the lake. I'm sorry about your rod, I'll get you a new one." Your dad chuckled and shook his head "Don't worry about it, I have plenty. Let's get you inside before you get sick" He looked back at Sam and nodded at him "Hey, Y/N whenever you get a chance stop by I'm sure Sarah would love to see you too" He shot you a wink before walking back to his house. As you were walking into your parents' house you couldn't help but wonder what could've been if both of you stayed in touch, you sigh to yourself and walked passed your mom and up the stairs. You desperately needed a shower and wasted no time getting in, it was a long drive plus you just have to fight for your life in the lake. You giggled to yourself letting the warm water wash over you. Sam Wilson, he was everything and more to you. After your shower you said goodnight to your parents and finally went to sleep.

It was the next morning and you could smell your mom cooking breakfast downstairs. You got dressed and met your parents in the kitchen you hugged your mom "I'm going to go say hi to Sarah I will be back soon." You kissed her cheek and started to walk away "Oh wait, take this with you, it came to our mailbox by mistake" You took the few pieces of mail from your mom and headed out the door. You missed home but you also missed New York, you have gotten so used to the fast pace of the city you have forgotten what quietness sounded like, it was almost too quiet you looked around and noticed you had no idea where you were. You sighed and pulled out your phone and of course, no signal. You shrugged and took this as an opportunity to explore, you continued walking until you felt like you were going in circles finally there was a clearing up ahead you sighed with relief and walked toward the opening. You finally reached the end and to your luck, it was Sam and Sarah's house you smiled and jogged to the front door ringing the doorbell. You smiled once more patiently waiting for someone to open the door, when the door finally opened you looked down and it was a boy you looked around and checked the address on the mail against the house "I'm sorry I must have the wrong house." The little boy smiled up at you and shook his head "No, you're Y/N are you here for Uncle Sam?" You were shocked as to how a kid you never met knew your name "He talks a lot and I overheard them talking about you." You smiled and looked down at him again "Well, is your mom home?" He nodded and called for Sarah "You can come in she should be down here any minute" You walked passed him and waited in the living room, he closed the door behind you and called for Sarah once more "Boy I know you're not yelling at- Y/N! Oh my god, it's been years how have you been?" She smiled wide and pulled you into a hug you hugged her back smiling just as wide as she was. "I know I know I missed you!" You two finally pulled back although you and Sam were best friends you still hung out with Sarah when Sam wasn't around even when he was around you still hung out with Sarah. "Oh, I almost forgot, these came to my parents' mailbox by mistake." You smiled and handed her the mail she gladly took it and grabbed your hand at the same time "Come on, they're out back working on the boat." They? Who is all out there? You followed Sarah outside and down to the dock, you saw Sam and a bunch of other people from the community helping out, you made your way through the crowd saying hello and hugging people as you passed them.

Finally, you reached Sam who was trying to pry off something from the boat when a tall man walked over and just ripped it off. Sam looked at him and rolled his eyes, you cleared your throat and gave him a small wave "Hey, Y/N didn't see you walk up, did you say hi to Sarah." You looked back to see where she was "Yeah, I gave her the mail that came to our mailbox by mistake." He looked at you and raised an eyebrow "Our?" You didn't realize what you said until he pointed it out. "I meant my parents' mailbox." You stepped down onto the boat to see what you could help with, when the man from before walked over eyeing you up "Oh, this is a pain in the ass- I mean Bucky, Bucky this is Y/N" You giggled at Sam turning your attention to Bucky who had his hand stretched out waiting for you to shake it. You looked at his hand then back at him "Sorry, I don't shake hands." He looked defeated and put his hand back down Sam chuckled. "Don't take offense to it, she's always been like that." You heard Sarah call your name from behind you "Excuse me, gentlemen but duty calls." You shot Sam a wink and walked over to where Sarah was. "Hey, hey don't you dare, she is off limits" You couldn't help but blush as you made your way over to Sarah "Hey, what do you need help with?" She turned holding two lemonades in her hands "I want you to take this over to Sam and Bucky, and catch up with Sam He missed you a lot." She smiled wide you knew what she was trying to do you jokingly rolled your eyes and walked back over to where Sam and Bucky were, as you were walking up they were arguing on what to do next

"I need to try and get the engine to work, I think we should start there" Sam argued Bucky turned to look at you "Oh hey, just trying to convince Sam that his idea is stupid" He flashed you a sarcastic smile before turning to look at Sam "Well, he's always been hardheaded." You shrugged and handed them the lemonade "Sarah sent you over with them?" You nodded and sat on the edge of the dock "She also wants me to catch up with you because she told me how much you missed me." You joked poking his chest a bit. He smiled and playfully shoved your hand away you sat down in front of Sam watching him sip from the lemonade "So, Y/N how long have you known Sam?" You looked over at Bucky who was leaning against a pole "Um, almost my whole life, my parents and I moved away when we were 12, I think. They moved back and I'm visiting." Bucky nodded looking over at Sam his eyes flickered then looked back at you "Wait a minute, is she, her?" You shot Bucky a confused look then looked at Sam "Her?" Sam glared at Bucky as if he said something he wasn't supposed to. "For your information, yes she is her" Bucky smiled wide and chuckled a little "Y/N he has not stopped talking about you since I met him, he would go on and on-" "Alright that's enough Bucky." Sam growled lowly. You smirked and looked at Sam "So you really did miss me." You could see the pink glowing in his cheeks as you stared deeply inspecting his face. "Well, I'm going to let you two catch up. I wonder if Sarah has anymore lemonade." Bucky winked at Sam and walked over to Sarah, you could tell Sam wanted to kill Bucky but you took all of his attention. You smiled sweetly poking his cheek "So.. Sammy" You saw his smile grow wider when you called him your childhood nickname "Fill me in, what's been going on with you." He chuckled and pointed to Bucky "Keeping him in line, saving the world, you know the usual" You both chuckled and let out a sigh "I have another question." He hummed in response waiting for you to ask it. "Why did you tell Bucky I was off limits?" He choked on his lemonade a bit looking up at you "You heard that?" You nodded and waited for him to respond, he took a deep breath and looked up at you "I know we are best friends, but will you go on a date with me?"

A/N: I hope you like it, I was upset by the lack of Sam Wilson stories on here so I decided to write one! :)

Masterlist Part 2

#avengers #sam wilson #sam wilson x you #sam wilson x reader #Falcon #The Falcon

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