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The Interview - Chapter 5

The Interview - A Captain America Fanfic

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Rating: E

Warnings: nothing really

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC Melody Danes

Word Count: 2040

Summary: Melody Danes gets the break of a lifetime when as a lowly intern, she’s assigned to write a profile piece on Captain America. Steve Rogers is a hard man not to fall for and as she and Melody get closer and Melody’s career takes off, jealousy leads to sabotage, and the potential to bring her whole world crashing down.

Chapter 5

The excitement was thick in the air as Melody and Bobbi rode the elevator up to the party deck of the Avengers Tower. Bobbi looked gorgeous in a black lace cocktail dress and knee-high boots with the buckles she’d picked up from the thrift store. Melody wore a dark blue satin jumpsuit with slits up the legs that had black a lace strip both at the slits and along the armholes. She’d paired it with a pair of sandals and her favorite jewelry and she was feeling good about herself.

It was both thrilling and nerve-wracking thinking she would see not just Steve Rogers, but all the Avengers in party mode. What eclipsed all of those feelings was her excitement and nerves about getting to socialize with Steve outside of the confines of interviewing him.

The elevator doors slid open to a room that resembled a cross between a bar and a nightclub. The doors opened into a large open area with a bar to the left and a pool table to the right. There were angular gray couches set up in squares up the floor and a set of stairs that led up to the huge windows that looked out over the city. More couches were set up at the raised platform. There were three more sections above with a floating staircase on each side leading to the balconies. Each staircase ran beside a sloped window that let her see the room beyond, most of which looked down at workshops and hangers for the jets. Below her feet were rugs sitting on thick glass or black marble tiles that ran in patterns. Through the glass, she could see the Quinjets and rows of Iron Legion. There were people everywhere, most of whom she didn’t recognize, but she did spot Natasha Romanoff and Tony Stark at the bar and Thor was up on the raised platform holding the attention of a whole group of people.

“Oh my god,” Bobbi exclaimed as she walked into the room. “This is unreal! I'm in a room with an actual god!”

Melody scanned the room looking for Steve, but he spotted her first and waved to her from the other side of the room.

“If you want some time alone with the good captain, just give me a signal. I don’t know, tug on your earring or something,” Bobbi said, as the two women approached him.

“I’m not going to abandon you in a party where you don’t know anyone,” Melody argued, nudging her.

“Don’t you worry about me,” Bobbi assured her. “I make friends everywhere I go.”

Melody wanted to argue with her more, but she had already reached Steve. He was standing with two easily recognizable people. On his left was Sam Wilson, dressed in black jeans and a black jacket of a deep red button-up shirt, and on his right was James Barnes dressed from the neck down in black.

Steve kissed her cheek in greeting. “You made it.”

“Are you kidding?” she said. “How could I miss a genuine Tony Stark party?”

Steve chuckled. “I’d give anything to be allowed to miss one,” he joked. “These are my friends, Sam and Bucky,” he added, gesturing to his friends. “Sam, Bucky, this is Melody the woman from the DB that’s been interviewing me.”

“It’s a real pleasure to meet you,” she said, shaking their hands and gesturing to Bobbi. “This is my cousin, Bobbi. We live together on the Upper West Side.”

“And what do you do, Bobbi?” Sam asked.

“I’m an actor. And I also bartend on the side,” she answered.

“Would you have been in anything I might have seen?” Sam asked.

“That depends,” Bobbi answered. “Have you ever been to the Vampire Dinner Theatre in the East Village?”

“I haven't,” Sam said. “But maybe I should.”

“It's a lot of fun,” Bobbi said. “Come sometime.”

Sam laughed and nodded. “So, can we get you ladies a drink?”

They followed the men down to the bar where Tony Stark was making drinks and Natasha Romanoff sat on a bar stool with her legs crossed beside a dark-haired woman in a black pantsuit. She looked stunning in a slinky black dress with a shrug over her shoulders that looked like she’d draped herself in a spider web, while Tony wore a black three-piece suit with a red tie. He’d taken the jacket off and it was hanging at the end of the bar. Tony’s sleeves were rolled up as he shook a drink in a shaker.

“Cap! Is this the journalist?” Tony said, sidling up toward Melody.

“It is,” Steve said. “Melody, this is Tony.”

Tony leaned over toward Melody. “Well, if you want the dirt, let me know. I have loads of stories.”

“No, forget him, if you want stories, I’m your guy,” Sam argued.

Bucky just cleared his throat and looked at both men with his eyebrows raised.

Steve held up his hands. “Hey now, no one needs a source close to Captain Rogers' claim by line. Dial it back.”

“Mmm… We’ll see,” Tony said and poured an almost ink-black cocktail into a martini glass. He grabbed a cocktail pick and speared two blackberries and a raspberry onto it in sequence and dropped it into the glass before sliding it over to Natasha.

“So what can I make you ladies?” Tony asked.

“What was that one?” Melody asked, gesturing to Natasha’s drink.

“It’s something I made up. I call it the Black Widow Martini. Mostly vodka with a little Chambord and Blue Curaçao,” Tony explained.

“That sounds good,” Melody said. “I’ll have that.”

“And you?” Tony asked Bobbi as he began to mix the new drink.

“Me?” Bobbi said, her eyes locked onto Natasha as Natasha took a sip of her drink. “I’d like a red Russian.”

Natasha stifled her laughter. “Well, aren't I popular tonight?”

“Like you don’t know,” the woman next to her teased.

The drink Tony made was a little sweet, a little tart, and very, very strong. Melody wasn’t sure if it would be better to nurse it and keep her wits about her, or to drink it quickly to let down her barriers.

When Bobbi had hers, Sam put his hand on her back. “How about a game of pool? We can get our asses handed to us by Clint.”

“Yeah, that’s a great idea,” Bobbi said, giving Melody a very over-the-top and significant look as she let Sam and Bucky lead her away. The fact that Steve’s friends were trying to leave Melody alone with Steve was both a little exciting and a lot terrifying.

She turned to look at Steve. A pink flush had colored the back of his neck and he scratched his fingers through his hair. “I might have been talking about you a lot,” he admitted.

“Me?” she said. “Really?”

“Yes, you,” Steve chuckled. “I’ve really been enjoying the time we spend together. I know you’re just trying to put me at ease so I open up more, but I can usually tell when someone is trying to manipulate me.”

His admission made her heart flutter and her stomach flip. It was exciting and scary and amazing. The feeling was mutual, though she didn’t know what that meant right now. The ethics about dating someone she was writing an article about were hazy at best and while she didn’t think she’d get fired for it, there was the possibility it could happen. “I’m not trying to manipulate you,” she assured him. “I mean, yeah, I want you to open up for the article, but I do actually like you. And it’s not exactly a hard-hitting piece I’m doing.”

“Well, I am glad I wasn’t wrong about that at least,” Steve said.

“Unless I’m manipulating you right now?” she teased and took a sip of her drink.

He laughed. “God, don’t make me doubt myself more than I already am.” He shook his head and offered her his arm. “How about I show you around a little?”

“Sounds good,” she agreed and hooked her arm around his elbow.

He led her up the stairs to the second floor. “This room is such a strange shape because the hanger for the jets, and Tony’s Iron Legion are kept below it. As are parts of Tony’s labs. He’s staggered this space above it to give it more room but make this space more interesting than just a large mostly empty room. “If you look over this side you can see all the past iterations of his suits on display.”

Melody looked down into the space below to row after row of Iron Man armor that seemed to just go down forever. As impressive as it was, she was still distracted by Steve’s admission and whether there was something that could be done about it.

“He has a lot of suits,” she said.

“You should see his closet,” Steve replied. It made her snort and the journalist in her wanted to get to the bottom of that little statement. She looked up at him and he returned her gaze with a soft smile.

“Hey, are you okay?” Steve asked.

“It’s just that I do really like you too,” she said. “I went shopping today with my cousin to try and buy the perfect outfit because I wanted you to see me as a person you could be attracted to and not just the person asking hundreds of super personal questions.”

Steve reached out and took her hand, with a huge grin on his face. “Well you didn’t need to dress up to do that,” he said. “Though you do look stunning.”

“Thank you. We got the jumpsuit at a thrift store and spent the afternoon tailoring it in and adding the lace,” she said.

“Wow,” Steve said, clearly impressed. “That was a lot of effort.” He lifted her hand above her head, and she did a spin for him. “Are you sure tailoring isn’t your calling?”

She laughed. “It’s Bobbi more than me. She’s so tall and she has such distinctive taste that she got really good at thrifting and tailoring. But then when we moved to New York and started living paycheck to paycheck we started thrifting together and she helped me hone my skills.”

“That’s impressive. I haven’t sewn anything in a long time, but back in the day Bucky and I would at the very least patch our clothes. Sometimes we’d make things from scratch. We had so little money when we lived together I slept on the floor of his bedroom,” Steve shared.

She made another mental note for her column. “I’m practically doing that now. We have a one-bedroom place. Bobbi has the bedroom and I have this little sectioned-off area in the living room.”

“Well here I was thinking that I wouldn’t meet anyone with a shared life experience,” Steve said.

“Plus an artist and a writer,” she added.

He chuckled. “Exactly. It’s like it’s meant to be.”

She sighed and shook her head, moving her hand to his chest. “I want this,” she said. “I do. But - this is my big break. I need to make sure I don’t do anything to fuck this up. And this could be a conflict of interest.” She hated herself a little for saying the words but she knew they needed to be said.

Steve frowned and bowed his head. “Right. Yeah. You’re right.”

“But,” she continued. “What if we put a pin in it until after it’s published? If you still like me after you see what I’ve written about you. We’ll go out.”

Steve smiled and nodded, squeezing her hand. “It’s a deal,” he agreed. He looked out at the party below and his stance changed. He stood straighter and with his chest out. It was like he’d decided not to dwell on it. “How about we go join our friends for pool?”

She nodded and wrapped her arm around his again. “Thanks, Steve,” she said.

He smiled at her with real affection and for a brief moment, she completely lost herself in the soft blue of his eyes. She steeled herself. Article first. Then, if he let her, she’d willingly let herself fall for Steve Rogers.

// NEXT

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midnightswithdearkatytspb · 1 year

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MidnightsWithDearKatyTSPB’s Recommendation List: February ‘23 Part 1

Welcome to February’s recommendation list. If you wish to be featured with one of your pieces or as a writer, I follow the #MidnightsWithDearKatyTSPB and check it daily for new content for me to check out. I also share AO3 works in this list; just message me a link to your stories. I’m currently back in college, so response times will range from right away to 24 hours. I hope you all had an amazing January and a wonderful February.

<< January '23

February Pt. 2 '23 >>

My Masterlist

In This Heart Playlist • In This Heart Masterlist (Tommy Shelby x OFC! Estella Holland) • In This Heart: Prologue • St Jude Moodboard (Tommy Shelby) • Mad Max: The Playlist • Black Butterflies Moodboard (Mad Max) • Mad King Ronan Playlist • Broken Crown Moodboard (Mad King Ronan) • Work Song Moodboard (Tommy Shelby) • Princes of the Universe Moodboard (Eddie Munson) • Bright Horses Moodboard (Tommy Shelby) • Poor Wayfaring Stranger Moodboard (Tommy Shelby) • Home Moodboard (Tommy Shelby)

ONE-SHOTS:

Love Like A Bruise by @targaryenvampireslayer >> 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤!𝐓𝐖𝐒!𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 - Summary: 𝐇𝐘𝐃𝐑𝐀 𝐰𝐨𝐧. 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫… 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐫. | I’m so glad I read this! I love me some dark!Bucky and this did not fail me. The ending, though, was such a surprise. *chefs kiss* Hi, upcoming reader; please read the warnings! ⚠️

A Private After Party by @angrythingstarlight >> Rockstar!Stucky x Reader - Summary: You've been invited to a very special afterparty with your rockstar boyfriends. "Sweetheart, you are the afterparty." | Of course, this is hot! @angrythingstarlight wrote it, so I knew from the get-go it was going to be hot. Head the warnings going in, folks, and enjoy.

Marked by @jadedvibes >> Beefy!Bucky Barnes x Reader - Summary: Your secret relationship is nearly exposed when Natasha spots Bucky's neck covered in hickeys. | I loved how protective Natasha was in this and how the smut was as well.

Trouble Maker by @jurassicbarnes >> Bucky Barnes x Reader - Summary: In which you thank Bucky in your own wonderful way. He kinda loves it. | *Blushes*

Au Revoir by @vase-of-lilies >> Dark!Steve Rogers x (f)Reader - Summary - You've been captured by Steve Rogers and he's doing everything he can to possibly break you. This time, he quite possibly succeeded. | I forgot how much I missed reading Dark!Steve sometimes. This was nice, a nice little reminder of that. Head the warnings before diving in!

When I Hear Your Name by @georgiapeach30513 >> Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader - Summary: You should have never left. Things were perfect. | 10/10 so good ya’ll. Please read the warnings before proceeding to read, it might be too intense for some, but I did enjoy it. The smut was great!

Need You Now by @angrythingstarlight >> Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader - Summary: Bucky is an insatiable, greedy man and now he can't wait to show you how much fun you're going to have making a baby with him. And he's going to want to practice again and again. | Hot and spicy, everyone. Read the warnings and enjoy it as I did!

SERIES:

Innocent by @queenshelby >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: You are forced to marry Thomas Shelby after the death of his wife, Grace. Unfortunately for you, your marriage isn’t as beautiful as you thought it would be. Will you build love and desire for each other? | Such a good series to binge when you want to get your mind off things. You get Peaky Blinder Tommy and Husband Tommy. Everything you could need.

Yule by @string-of-beads >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary - Y/N is a barmaid who has always been fascinated by Tommy, and now she's caught up in his world. What could possibly happen in the Peaky world for Y/N? (My horrible summary sorry) | I may have gotten teary-eyed a few times while reading this it was so good. I binged the whole series this evening and I’m so glad I did. Please do yourself a favor and read it!

The Photographer by @midnightmagpiemama >> Mordern!Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: Hired by Ada Thorne, Reader who is a photographer catches the eye of single CEO dad Tommy Shelby. She is just as interested in him and his son, Charlie. Can they make a family, overcoming both their past? | I’m looking forward to upcoming updates on it. I highly suggest it to those who like Modern!Tommy Shelby.

Family Ties by @peakyscillian >> Modern!Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: The Shelby’s will do anything for family. | Please read the warnings when it comes to reading this. I really enjoy reading modern Peaky Blinders, and this story has the grittiness of show in modern times.

Teach Me by @inthepeakymidwinter >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: Tommy takes a special interest in Shelby Company LTD.'s newest secretary. | It’s perfect! Perfect, perfect, perfect! I can’t wait to read more.

ONE-SHOTS:

Have It All by @look-at-the-soul >> Modern!Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: Professor Jeremiah invites a friend during his ethics class to talk to his students since they are starting their last year in college. Turns out you weren’t a stranger to Mr. Shelby. | I was looking for modern!Tommy and boy did this feed my need. It's just perfect as I'm a college student. Just read it and enjoy.

Just a Stranger Now by @gypsy-girl-08 >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: Thomas bumps into an old love interest. | Prepare for an emotional rollercoaster with this one.

The Silver Lining by @runnning-outof-time >> Tommy Shelby x Daughter!Reader - Summary: (Y/N) Shelby's always been the 'forgotten one' in her family, but there may just be a silver lining in all of her suffering. | All the feelings that were rolled up in this one, you guys. I wasn’t prepared. Grab some tissues, maybe don't; you never know, I’m a big baby. It's just so good, and you don't expect the ending that you get.

Mr. Loverman by @pherelesytsia >> Tommy Shelby x Female/Pregnant Reader - Summary: Thomas receives a call and imagines the worst. | Worried Thomas is sort of cute, I will not lie. I loved watching how caring he was.

Whatever You Want by @peakyswift >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: You storm out the house after a fight with Tommy. | I felt like it was almost giving Tommy a taste of his own medicine, all those times he walks out on fights.

His Property by @peakyscillian >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: You know exactly where you stand with Tommy until those lines get blurred. | This has emotions and the spiciness I could ever need in one one-shot.

Show Me by @floraltypes >> Tommy Shelby x female!Reader - Summary: The Shelby can’t help himself when making a business visit. | This is what I needed to get my mind off my homework that I really should be doing! Thank you! So happy I read it.

You Can Let Go by @tommyspeakycap >> Tommy Shelby x sister!reader | Summary: Tommy dying, but his withering body is hanging on because his heart knows his little sister still needs him now just as much as she ever has…he won’t let go until he hears her words | Grab your tissues because folks this is an emotional one.

AO3:

Everything's a Nagotiation by plotbunniesletmesleep//@3988akasha >> Tommy Shelby x OFC - Summary: Mackenzie Theil's cousin is in debt to the Peaky Blinders and in order to save his own life, he offers up Mackenzie's services. Unfortunately for Mackenzie, she piqued Thomas Shelby's interest. | I like this story of how Tommy and his men keep turning out of nowhere. Okay, so maybe a little stalkerish... but trust me at just five chapters, I'm sucked in.

ONE-SHOTS:

Baby Mine by @cevansgoatee >> Chris Evans x Wife!Reader - Summary - Chris has a little heart-to-heart with your six-year-old from a previous marriage. | Not me over here crying like a big wimpy baby over this beautiful one-shot.

One Hundred Percent by @daydreamingatnight209 >> Conrad Hawkins x Female Reader - Summary: With sleep nonexistent since bringing home baby Gigi, Conrad takes it upon himself to get up with her tonight. | I love this so much. I am so glad I happened upon this on my dashboard; it made my day.

A Different Kind of Battlefield by @daydreamingatnight209 >> Conrad Hawkins x Female Reader - Summary: With a nursing shortage at Chastain and working triple shifts reader is exhausted, who will be there to catch her when she breaks? | Seriously I love reading Conrad and reader, and I didn't know I needed it till today.

Eternal Summer by @get-your-fics >> Paul Atreides x fem!Reader - Summary: Paul ***ks you in a tent on Arrakis. | I'm not sure how I wound up here, but I'm so glad that I did.

Switching Coats by @sufferingstarlight >> Timotheé Chalamet x Reader - Summary: TW: Periods; Reader gets her period and is in need of help from Timotheé who volunteers to switch jackets with them. | Having gone through a similar situation in 7th grade, this was adorable and I knew I had to share.

Expect the Unexpected Baby by @f10werfae >> Henry Cavill x Reader - Summary: Henry breaks up with Y/n, only to discover he’s left something of his behind, his baby. Does he try and reconcile? or Does he just accept the path he’s made? | An emotional rollercoaster of a one-shot.

Striptease Request by @thisismysecondrodeo >> Ted Lasso x Reader - Summary: Ted does a striptease to Pony by Ginuwine. | I’m so glad my friend sent me this to read. Let me just say Ted Lasso can dance for me any day and can wear underwear with my face on them any day. This made my day by 1000%.

She'll Have The World If She Wants It by @auroracalisto >> Uhtred Ragnarssson x Fem!Reader - Summary: [tw: pregnancy] Reader is pregnant and trying to keep it a secret for as long as possible till she possibly can't anymore. | This was so good! I love Uhtred so much, and I didn’t know there was a fandom on here writing for him! I need more!

Valhalla Bound by @icarusignite >> Finan x GenderNeutral!Reader - Summary: Summary: During the ransacking of Rumcofa, you save Osferth thus exchanging his fate for yours. | Give me till the next list to have emotionally recovered from this one.

SERIES:

Begin Again by @teds-mustache-wrangler >> Ted Lasso x OFC (Penny) - Summary - When Penny starts working at AFC Richmond as their new head photographer, she catches the eye of a certain mustached, happy-go-lucky, head coach of the team. But can their spark endure through the season’s pressures and the demons of their past? | I was so excited to see this get posted last week and be able to be one of the first people to reblog it. Penny and Ted are officially one of my fanfiction OTPs. If you are a Ted Lasso Fan, I highly suggest you give this one a read.

@shelbydelrey - Isa was one of the first writers for Peaky Blinder's content that caught my eye when I made my return to Tumblr. Writing mostly for Tommy Shelby and some for Alfie, she immerses you into Small Heath and the Peaky world, making you forget you're actually reading. I highly suggest you check out Isa and give her a follow.

@georgiapeach30513 - Jennifer has an expansive collection of series and one-shots for us readers to choose from on her masterlist. Currently, I'm most excited about reading her series A Losing Hand, which is a Mafia AU. Jennifer's casting of it looks spectacular for it as it has various Chris Evans and Sebastian Stan characters as well as other Marvel and actors alike.

@runnning-outof-time - K writes for Peaky Blinders and does a wonderful job at it. I love their blog after being back for a short amount of time, and I know I’ll be looking forward to what they post in the future

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aikaterini-drag · 5 months

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Chapter 9 Cuddles

Kofi 🧡 AO3 🩷 ASK ME 🩵

Chapter summary: Grace and Bucky have a quiet night, cuddling in the couch and making out.

Bucky Barnes x OFC

Warnings (this chap): Fluff, Kisses, Discussion of Emotions, Sexual Tension, Soft Bucky Barnes.

Find more chapters of the "Fading Scars" Series here ♡

Silver stars hung in the dark sky. The night was quiet and beautiful, with rays of the glittering moon passing through the windows. James lingered in a corner of the living room, pretending to read a newspaper. He watched Grace secretly, hesitant about whether to approach her or not. She was nestled on the couch, surrounded by plump cushions, paying attention to a music program on TV.

At times, she would sing along and she had such a calming voice that, for some reason, it made his chest vibrate. The softness of her voice held an inexplicable power as if it had the ability to soothe his restless soul. He stepped closer, his footsteps silent yet she still turned her head, her gaze meeting his, her song tapering off into the stillness.

"Sorry, was I singing too loudly?"

He swallowed thickly and replied, "No, you shouldn't have stopped..."

"Really?"

He hummed. "You have a beautiful voice."

"Thank you." A rosy blush crept across her cheeks, and she shifted on the couch, making room for him. "Don't stand there. Join me."

"Um... m-maybe... I d-don't know..." he mumbled awkwardly, very deliberately not meeting her eyes.

Noticing his rather cute reluctance, she outstretched her hands. "Come over. Let's cuddle Sarge."

Her words lit a fire in him and the next thing she felt was his warm body against her. As she positioned herself, he gathered her into his embrace, his arms enveloping her in a protective hold. She snuggled up against him, chest to chest, burying her head in the crook of his neck. She smiled and her my eyes for a second, silently inhaling and exhaling his natural musk.

James moaned in contempt, marveling at the way her body fit against his, her warmth seeping into his very being. She affected him in more ways than one, and it was beginning to scare him. Thoughts danced in his mind, the stark contrast between their worlds a reminder of the darkness he carried within. She was a beacon of light, delicate and precious, while he was a tempest of shadows and violence.

They were so different.

She was soft and scared of violence, while he had spent decades killing people for sport.

He could never truly have her yet... a part of him, the greedy part in him yearned to hold her, to feel her; even for a few greedy moments, even for these days they would spend together. She was the only ray of sunshine setting alight his black life, the only person willing to face him as an equal.

"Tighter," she said, shaking off his thoughts.

"What?"

"Hug me tighter." She raised her head and kissed his cheek. "You aren't going to break me."

"I kind of did... back then, when I was the Winter Soldier... you bore the bruises, the pain—"

"You weren't yourself. I thought we settled that," she said while playing idly with the fabric of his shirt.

"I still have a metal arm. I need to be careful."

"You are brave and strong," Grace began, "qualities I wish I possessed more of. I often feel like I bring nothing but trouble."

"Don't say that."

"But it's true... I can barely handle watching a fight without falling apart."

"You're not weak. There's a different kind of power in you; kindness, a rare quality in this world." And as for violence, you can simply close your eyes and stop watching."

She frowned adorably. "Close my eyes? Isn't that weird?"

A small smile tugged at his lips. "I think it's a perfect solution. Violence can't harm you if you're not looking."

"Alright, I'll give it a try," she said and felt his breath hitch at her words.

"You will never witness anything that will stress you out. Never again."

"I'm confident you'll be there to protect me. Just as I'll be here to chase away the nightmares that haunt you."

"No one can save me from Hydra..." he muttered. "I must be careful, very careful because if I accidentally get brainwashed again, and god forbid, I do something to you—"

"Stop," she said, her voice rising proudly. "Make positive thoughts. Don't draw the darkness. Hydra can not control you. You're long immune to their sick ways."

"I hope you're right. I don't want you to be hurt..." he said and buried his face in her shoulder, inhaling her sweet scent.

"You underestimate yourself. You won't hurt me or anyone else. With time, I'm sure you'll learn to release the blame you've carried for far too long."

He looked up at her aghast and when she smiled, she was so sweet, causing his heart to thud so loudly he feared she might hear it.

"How do you always manage to make me speechless with those words of yours?"

"Hmm... Maybe because I can only think of you and the way you hold me with your strong hands."

"You're the only one who thinks of me like that," he replied, pressing a tender kiss to the tip of her nose.

"Does that mean I'm unique?"

A soft hum escaped him, a barely audible affirmation, followed by a gentle brush of his lips at the corner of her mouth. Her lips were moist and warm against his own. He tightened his hold on her and inhaled sharply, all the sounds around them fading. She moaned happily and curled into him more comfortably, leaning up to kiss him deeper.

"You are unique," he whispered into her mouth, his fleshly thumb caressing her cheek.

"Ah, the classic sweet talk," she playfully teased, peppering kisses along his jawline.

"Flirting, I believe they call it flirting," he chuckled softly. "Though I suppose I am a bit old-fashioned."

"Well... you're old school, but I happen to really like that." Her curiosity got the best of her. "So, when was the last time you... well, you know, were intimate with someone?"

A thoughtful pause and he finally replied, "During World War 2, I believe. It was actually a double date, with Steve and Peggy. Stark Expo, if I remember correctly."

"Ah, inseparable best friends, I see."

He nodded. "Steve is one of a kind. He was—is my best friend, my family. And he's the only man to have taken the serum and remain the same. Brave. Virtuous. Untainted."

She raised an eyebrow. "He's not the only one! You've taken the serum too, and you're the one and only Sergeant James Bucky Barnes."

"I have a past—"

"Your past doesn't define you," she interjected firmly. "What Hydra did to you is not a reflection of your true self. You're not a killing machine. You have feelings. Don't degrade yourself. If you do, I might just have to deliver a friendly punch to that handsome face of yours."

His laughter rang out, a melody of genuine amusement. "I thought you couldn't stand violence."

She grinned mischievously. "I can't watch it, but I can inflict it. And besides, you're a super soldier. A little punch won't hurt."

He chuckled, a warmth spreading through his chest. "I'll try to do better. Alright?"

"You've almost convinced me."

He raised a brow. "Almost?"

"Hmm... you need to give me more kisses, Sergeant."

He chuckled. "I believe your intentions are to thoroughly take advantage of me."

"Are you complaining? I'm gonna leave then," she attempted to squirm away but he drew her onto him.

"I'm not letting you go that easily."

She feigned a mock pout. "And what are we supposed to do now?"

"Do you want to spend the rest of the night with this old man, kissing and occasionally watching TV?"

A soft smile tugged at her lips. "I'd be more than happy to—"

The rest of her words melted when he kissed her, a warm sensation buzzing inside her. Her arms snaked around his neck as his tongue traced the seam of her lips, seeking entry. With a soft sigh of surrender, she welcomed him, their mouths melding in a passionate dance. She molded herself against his chest, fingers tracing gentle patterns on his back. All the sounds died out as their connection deepened, the television utterly forgotten.

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noshitbarnes · 1 year

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Anti-Hero: Prologue

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OFC

Summary: After being experimented on as a young child and given abilities, Daniela has become a highly skilled member of the Avengers, and has even been assigned to mentor Peter Parker. Little does she know that the happiness she’s been able to find will become threatened by the very people who started her on her path long ago.

Warnings: angst, language, and mentions of torture

Word Count: 2,887

Notes: This has been in my WIPs for the longest time, so I decided to finally finish it up and let y’all read it! This chapter is just the set-up for Daniela’s character, so please be patient with me on the story development! I appreciate it! And as always if you want to be tagged in anything let me know!

Anti-Hero Masterlist

THREE YEARS EARLIER

"So, Sergeant Daniela Velikov, right?”

Daniela hears the voice, but doesn’t think much of it, thinking it was either her boss, Phil, or maybe Fitz from the lab with more specs for a new hand blaster. She finishes typing her sentence and then looks up from the screen towards the figure that was standing in front of her. The man’s suit was a dark navy blue that hugged his frame tightly, there was a large dark black star across his chest, and his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. He was currently looking down at a file he had in his hands, he seemed quite interested in it; however, Daniela could still make out the dark circles under his eyes and the beard. She furrowed her brows while looking him over, thinking he could really use a shave, not that he looked bad, but that he'd look better if he trimmed his beard a bit. She stared at him a little while longer, thinking he looked slightly familiar, but the scruff and the dark suit told her she was wrong. It was when he finally looked up from the file, his blue eyes meeting her gaze that she knew who he was, Steve Rogers.

Quickly, she moves to stand at attention in front of him, "Yes, sir! Sergeant Velikov of the 78th Marines.”

"Well," Steve smirks as he looks her up and down, "you're not a Marine anymore,” Daniela smiles lightly as Steve looks back down at the file, “all right at ease, Sergeant,” she moves her feet apart and clasps her hands behind her back, “you have a very impressive resume for being just 23,” he closes the file and looks back to her.

Daniela wasn’t completely sure why Steve was here or why he was complimenting her. She had a feeling it most likely had something to do with the Avengers, she’s had many many talks with Phil about the team. Phil wanted her to join them, fight aliens, be a hero, maybe even lead the team in the future. His aspersions for her were always higher than her own.

Daniela decides to keep it cool and play along, "Thank you, sir, I've worked really hard to get where I am.”

He hums lightly and nods in agreement, "I got word about five months ago that there was someone within SHIELD who had some special abilities,” he raises glances at her to see if her demeanor changes, which it didn’t, "Coulson thought you might know who it is."

She tilts her head slightly trying her best to act dumb, "He did?”

He nods, "Sure did, got any ideas or should I start guessing?"

She shrugs one shoulder, "I don't work much with the rest of the team, sir, I usually do solo missions, so I wouldn't be the best person to ask."

Daniela made a rookie mistake, got all mushy one night, and told Phil a few things about her past, was a little too honest. She'd been apart of the team for about six months and the loneliness had gotten to her, she wasn't getting along with anyone at that point and the missions she'd been on were emotionally taxing, even for her. Phil was the only one that had shown any interest in being a friend, so after a particularly difficult mission, Daniela had a few too many drinks and went to his office and told him everything. It wasn't really anything Phil didn't already know, he was a SHIELD agent after all, he knew about her parents, how old she really was, and where she grew up, but he wasn't aware of her abilities. She never imagined that one night of confiding in a friend would lead to Steve Rogers showing up at her desk asking her questions.

Steve looks at her sternly and gestures to the file in his hand, "Do you know what this is?" Daniela shakes her head and he continues, "Coulson has personal files for every member of his team. Mostly for basic things, mission stats, what they like, what they don't, weaknesses, strengths, injuries," he drops the file behind her on her desk and points to it, "and that one's yours, so I'll ask you one more time Sergeant, do you know anyone here who has enhanced abilities?"

She glances at the file then back to Steve, with a blank expression. She had no problem lying, it was in her blood, after all she'd been doing it her entire life, but she did have a problem lying to Steve Rogers, America’s golden boy. She grew up watching him, idolizing him, and praying some day that maybe he'd come and save her too. Steve was one of the reasons she got into the army in the first place, along with more personal reasons.

Daniela takes a small calming breath, "Why does it even matter?"

Steve sighs, "Because if this person has enhanced abilities, I need to find out if their using them for the right reasons. I won't led SHIELD fall again."

Steve knew that the girl in front of him posed no threat because of the high praise Phil gave her, and Phil was one of the few he could actually trust. The only reason he was even here, grilling this woman, was because of Tony. The past few years had been rough on everyone and Tony thought it would be good for Steve to get out of the compound and try to recruit a few new faces. The entire purpose of recruitment now was to build a future team, with a good leader, and if Steve could persuade her, Daniela would be perfect.

Daniela pauses for a moment, "But why should they trust you?"

Steve pauses, he hasn’t had anyone question his motives in quiet some time, it was almost refreshing, "I'm not here to gain your trust, Sergeant, this isn't some game, I'm looking for answers," he frowns slightly when her expression doesn't change, "just be honest with me," he sighs when she still doesn't answer, "I think you realize I already know."

Daniela shifts her weight to her left foot and nods slowly, "I.. Coulson was the only one I told and that was about a year ago ago," she looks to the ground and closes her eyes, "not that he didn't already know, the man is a spy after all," this leads to a small chuckle from Steve, but Daniela continues, "this is why I knew opening up to anyone would be a mistake. I only use my powers when I'm on solo missions, so I can avoid questions about how I got them. I thought I was doing a pretty good job at hiding things,” she opens her eyes and looks back to him, “I've been running from my powers my entire life, sir," she hesitates slightly afraid of sharing, but she continues, hoping he would understand, "if it makes any difference, I don't like that I have them either, but um, it wasn't exactly my choice."

Steve listens intently, hearing not just her words, but the emotions behind them. He knew about her past, but only surface details, like where she was born and raised, who her parents are, and that they were the ones who gave Daniela her powers. If he was being completely honest, he wasn't sure if he ever wanted to know exactly how she got them. Being a guinea pig of any kind is not a fun process.

Steve keeps his poker face and decides to change the subject, "You've been with SHIELD for nearly two years, never had any disciplinary actions, never asked any questions, have always done what you’re told. You're no doubt the best agent Coulson's got,” he looks her up and down assessing her, surprised such skill could come from someone so small, “so why stop here? Got any higher aspirations?"

Daniela chuckles lightly, the change of subject a slight relief, "Are you trying to get me to join the Avengers? I thought that was usually Stark's gig."

"He's got the day off," he smiles and continues, "the team would love to see a new face, have some help with missions,” she looks to him slightly confused, so he explains further, “we need some young faces to be the future of the team, the rest of us can’t do this forever. How about it? Coulson thinks you’d fit in with us well, maybe even help run it at some point.”

Daniela scoffs lightly at his remark and shakes her head. She’s always believed in what she did, she put her heart and soul into it, and sometimes that cost her, but there was no way she wanted to lead a team of superheroes, "With all due respect, Captain, I don't think that's up my ally.”

He takes in a deep breath and takes a step closer, now only a few feet from her, "Show me what you can do,” after all, it’s what he came here for.

The sudden closeness shocks her and her eyes grow wide, "W-what?"

He smiles sweetly and nods his head to her hands, "We just agreed that you have powers, now show me.”

She visibly clenches her jaw to calm her growing temper, “Yes, sir.”

Daniela slowly unclasps her hands and brings them around in front of her. She then turns them over, palms now facing the ceiling, while taking a deep calming breath, her hands begin to glow a soft icy white. Steve watches her hands intently, thoroughly impressed with what he's seeing. Moments later she starts a small fountain from her palms, letting the water flow freely for a few heartbeats, then freezes the water over quickly, “There.”

Steve raises an eyebrow, Phil wasn’t kidding, this girl really did have talent, but she had one more secret, "What else?”

She closes her hands abruptly causing the ice to shatter and fall to the floor around their feet, “Well... I um... I don’t tell many about the rest of my powers, sir.”

“Do I need to earn your trust?”

She shakes her head and furrows her brows, “Um... not exactly,” she purses her lips, “I’m just more worried about scaring people.”

Steve smirks slightly, “You realize that my best friend has a vibranium arm and I live with the Scarlet Witch. Those are just the calm ones, we also have an archer who climbs through the vents.”

That made her relax a bit and she chuckles, making Steve smile-- she had a cute laugh. Daniela didn’t know much about the Avengers personal life, other than what Phil told her, which wasn’t much, “Barton climbs in the vents?”

He shakes his head, “Yeah, I don’t ask why.”

Steve didn’t really ask too many questions about the others, figured it was none of his business, although if they wanted to share he’d happily listen. Some say that made him cold and off-putting, that he was too much of a soldier, but it wasn’t that at all, he cared too much. He was worried that getting too close to those he worked with would just put them in danger.

Daniela giggles and Steve continues, “Anyway, what else can you do? I won’t tell a soul,” he holds up two fingers, “scouts honor.”

She heavily sighs, “I... um, alright... my powers. They call it cryo-electricity. I can manipulate ice and lightning either at the same time or separately. I’ve learned over the years I can use water and frost too.”

Bringing her right hand back up in front of her, palm still facing the sky, she curls her fingers inward slightly, as if she was holding a ball. She scowls slightly at her hand, still unsure about showing him, but he already knew, so might as well. Clenching her teeth, trying to focus on her hand, small violet colored sparks begin to dance from her fingers like little strings. It wasn’t much, but it proved the point that she could do it.

"Impressive," he meets her gaze when the sparks die out and sees hesitation in her eyes, "I'm not saying you have to join, but you'd be helping a lot of people, and I know that's what you want."

Seeing that she still wasn't sure, he decides to take a different approach, and grabs the folder off her desk, "Says here you where on the fast track to joining the SRT squad before you were recruited to SHIELD,” he raises a curious eyebrow, looking over the file, "they don't normally allow women to join.”

The SRT team was the Special Reaction Team that responds to more dangerous and high risk situations within the military base. Basically they were the army equivalent of a SWAT team. They actually don’t allow women to join, but the General that Daniela worked under saw great potential in her and said he’d grant her request when it was time. She thought she would be able to help more people if she was on the squad, which is partiality what she wanted. She still had another year left before officially applying for the team when Phil found her and convinced her of a different path.

She nods at Steve, "They said I fit the bill for what they needed, sir.”

He purses his lips in agreement, she was a fine soldier, not a lot of women can say they were a Sergeant in the Marines. He then tilts his head curiously at her, “What made you want to be with SHEILD then? You could've gotten everything you wanted with SRT. Action, adventure, helping people, what changed?”

"I um,” Daniela takes a deep breath, "it's of personal nature, sir.”

"Got anything to do with your parents?” He lightly throws the file back onto the desk causing her eyes to widen.

"Possibly, sir," she pauses, “I um, I didn't realize you knew about them.”

Unfortunately for Steve, he knew all to well who her parents were, he just never realized that they had a daughter, “Stark and I had," he nods his head side-to-side, "a chance encountered with your father once, about a year ago, it ended with him getting away,” he frowns slightly at the ground and then looks back into Daniela's eyes, “Didn’t realize he had a daughter.”

Daniela’s parents always got away. She was starting to think they were destined to live free while she was destined to spend her eternity chasing after them like an idiot. They needed to pay, no, had to pay for what they did, not just to her, but for what they’re continuing to do. They’re monsters.

“Yeah, they’re not particularly proud of me, sir. They think that what happened to me was a blessing and that I am wasting my gift," she sighs and looks to the floor, "My apologies for having to deal with him.”

"No need, not your doing," she looks back to him and his eyes had softened, "you turned out quiet the opposite of him.”

"I um,” she scoffs, "I've worked my whole life to be the opposite of them both. I’ve tried to use what they cursed me with for the greater good, sometimes I can, some days, not so much,” she looks at her hands and shakes her head.

He takes a few steps towards her and rests a hand on her shoulder, "You've made a huge difference and changed a lot of lives, for the better,” she smiles weakly and he takes his hand away, "I can help you take the fight to Hydra. I can't promise we'll see your parents, but I can promise that if we do, we'll make them pay for what they did.”

"I've been fighting Hydra for decades, sir," she chuckles lightly, "Phil did the same speech with me years ago and he was able to convince me enough to join up here. After all these years, I have yet to see either of them.”

Steve nodded forgetting that her true age didn't show, “Well, I don't suggest you actually go looking for them,” he looks to her sternly, “you might not be happy with what you find.”

Daniela mumbles softly to herself, "Never stopped you,” he raises his eyebrows at her in surprise, "I'm sorry, sir, that was uncalled for.”

"It's alright," he shrugs and continues, "but I do know from experience that dwelling on the past only causes more pain.”

Moving on was something Daniela didn't do well, even after over 90 years. Little things tended not to bother her so much now, but childhood trauma was something that she still couldn't let go of. After all, her parents tortured her, changed her DNA, gave her powers, and then abandoned her at an orphanage when she didn't agree with their evil plan all by the age of eight. How can anyone just wake up one morning and go, "Yeah, this is fine."? The best course of action is to just fake a smile, bury the emotions deep, and hope that one day they'll die.

Daniela stares at him and blinks, "So I've been told, sir.”

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justagirlinafandomworld · 2 years

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I did quite a bit of reading this month and hope you will have as much fun reading and sharing these stories as I have! Again, I want to say a great big THANK YOU to the writers on this list. You are incredible, thank you for sharing your works on this hellsite. ❤️

This list is alphabetical by fandom (mostly), then by character. Summaries and warnings are included as provided by the authors.

Read what you like and share what you love!

2022 reading list | fic rec masterlist

Dividers provided by @firefly-graphics

The Mandalorian

Fever in my Eyes by @221bshrlocked Din Djarin x Reader Felucia was not an ideal planet to track a quarry on and you find yourself in a sticky situation when you lose sight of the Mandalorian for a moment. An unexpected standoff between Mando and the bounty leads to you escaping back to the Razor Crest, unaware of the pollen which seeped into your nostrils and past your skin. What will the bounty hunter do once he realizes what you’re asking of him? And more importantly, is it worth risking whatever relationship he has with you? Warnings: Smut and Angst, my two faves. Blindfold. Breeding Kink!!! Things are consensual from both sides but since this is a sex pollen fic, some of you might consider it as non/con so please proceed with caution.

unfold me by @221bshrlocked Din Djarin x Female Reader Warnings: Hypothermia. Naked “cuddling.” Confessions. And just an overall emotional bucket of feels.

Marvel

Bad Date by @firefly-in-darkness Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Your date isn’t going well but a chance encounter with the Mafia King of Brooklyn changes your view on how your night is turning out.. Warnings: 18+, Smut, Swearing, Mafia/Mob vibes, mentions of violence, Sex, Praise, Degradation.

Dearly Beloved by @indyluckycharlie Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Mafia!Female Reader Against your will and your wishes, your powerful mafia father has arranged your marriage to the son of his closest ally. You have other plans. Warnings: Swearing. Angst. Violence. Threats of violence. Murder and implied murder.

the forest by @avintagekiss24 Bucky Barnes x Black Female Reader You wake up in a strange, magical place. All alone, you start to walk and find that you aren’t the only one wandering the trees. warnings: language words, smut, sex, sex pollen kinda, animal transformation, grumpy bucky, angst/horror?, fae/faries, fairy tale vibes

Sundress by @princessmisery666 Steve Rogers x Female Reader Steve buys you a present, but it’s more for him. Warnings: smut, dom!Steve, language.

Last Laugh by @boxofbonesfic Steve Rogers x Comedian!Reader Your jokes land you in some hot water with their subject–Captain America. Turns out, America’s golden boy’s a bit of a bully–and you kind of like it. Warnings: Mean Steve, Sub!Reader, Smut, Light BDSM, Semi-public sex, MINORS DNI

Daisy Safe, Rose Wild by @kellyn1604 Alpha!Steve Rogers x Omega!OFC Steve Rogers is an Alpha on a mission. Find his wayward omega and bring her to heel. What he doesn’t count on is her determined spirit to bring him to his knees. Warnings- Soft! Dark. Non-violent non-con/dub-con. Angst, reluctance, estrous, knotting, claiming, a ton of explicit smut. No wolves or talk of pups…they’re people with a/b/o designations.

Let My Heart Bleed by @xbuchananbarnes Steve Rogers x Female Reader (she/her) Kissing in a stairwell, giving them an artificial height difference. part of the you are the sun universe but can be read as a stand-alone.Warnings: S M U T,angst (an almost break up. Sorry about that, I’ve been on my feels), fluff, cursing, poorly edited. This takes place about seven months after CW (yay for nomad!Steve).

Reflection by @musingsinmoonlight Thor x Female Reader Your lover - with the help of the stupidly large mirror you own - shows you just how desirable you really are to him... Warnings: Smut! Dirty talk. Insecurities (kind of). Sex in front of a mirror. Soft Dom Thor. 18+ ONLY PLEASE AND FUCKING THANK YOU.

Supernatural

Angel with a Shotgun by @gone-to-fight-the-fairies Castiel x Reader Castiel comes to the reader’s aid when she is put in danger because of his harbored feelings toward her. Warnings: none provided

Missing in Action by @talesmaniac89 Dean Winchester x Reader Dean, was hit by a spell cast by an apparently lovesick witch. And though your little group tries to keep him from her, he breaks free. Breaking your heart along the way. Warnings: Heartbreak, jealousy, betrayal, break up, ANGST, injuries, gunshots, blood, possible death, gun violence.

Need Me by @princessmisery666 Dean Winchester x OFC Sam is gone. Dean isn’t coping well but Emily can’t leave him. Warnings: Grieving, smut, angst, smangst, angry Dean, alcoholism, toxic relationship, language, cheating (maybe).

Shared Grief (3 parts) by @princessmisery666 Dean Winchester x OFC Dean and Emily seek comfort together in their shared grief over losing Sam. In their desperation, they may be doing more hurt than healing. Disaster and salvation surprise them both. But all choices come with a price. Part 1 Warnings: smut, angst, grieving, cheating (sort of), bad decisions, betrayal, suicide mention, fluff, language, alcoholism, show level violence mentioned,

Whatcha Got There? by @fluffiest-dreams Dean Winchester x Reader (she/her) old artifacts, Dean being cute, shenanigans Warnings: none

Not a Dry Pair by @deanwinchesterswitch Rockstar!Dean Winchester x Female Reader A fun little glossed-over glimpse into the life of a 'groupie'. Warnings: 18+ NSFW, language, smut with practically no plot

Wasted by @girl-next-door-writes Dean Winchester x Reader You gave up everything for your happy ever after but what if your true happiness is sat drinking himself into oblivion in a bunker? Warnings: none provided

Hello Hello by @fluffiest-dreams Dean Winchester x Reader (she/her) Dean liked to suprise Y/N. Especially if he found a fun weakness in the process. Warnings: none provided

Run To You by @deanwinchesterswitch Dean Winchester x OFC Disillusioned by the world around her, Kasey has chosen to live a life of solitude. Accused of a crime he didn't commit, Dean escapes custody. On the run from the law and out to prove his innocence, he stumbles headlong into Kasey's life. The fateful encounter sets them on a winding path of desire, heartbreak, and perhaps the most incredible love they've ever known. However, time and the law are not on their side. Warnings: Angst, fluff, slow-burn, language, panic attack detailed (near end of story). Each chapter will have its own warnings.

I'm Not Mad by @fluffiest-dreams Jack Kline, Reader (she/her) Jack was still a child. Some things proved that more than others. Pure fluff Warnings: general spoilers for season 13, lil bit of Jack being insecure

Don't Die by @fluffiest-dreams Sam Winchester x Reader (she/her) Y/N wanted to go on a hunt with Dean while Sam had to stay back with an injured leg. Neither of them was happy about it Warnings: fighting, brief misunderstanding, fluff

I Keep My Promises by @fluffiest-dreams Sam Winchester x Reader (she/her) Sam and Dean had just smoked out a nest of vampires when the two survivers decided to get revenge by kidnapping Y/N. Warnings: canon typical violence, kidnapping, angst, decapitation, blood (but I promise a happy ending)

Crossovers

I'll Be Seeing You by @navybrat817 Spy!Ari Levinson x Female Reader, Dark!Steve Rogers x Female Reader Ari has to let you go until a threat gives him a reason to come home. Warnings: Slight angst, break-up, adult themes, slight possessive behavior, Ari Levinson, (he is a warning)

American Beauty / American Psycho by @cockslut-padalecki Soldier Boy x Female Reader x Nomad!Steve Rogers Y/N wakes up to what should be every woman’s fantasy— sandwiched between the heroes of America as their own personal fuck toy. Warnings: Soldier Boy/Steve’s love/hate relationship, explicit sexual content, dub-con, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), double penetration, anal play, anal sex, multiple orgasms, forced orgasms, mentions of oral sex (female and male receiving), deep throating, a little slapping, degradation, threats of cream pies to every orifice, 18+.

Other Characters

Nothin' Short of a Miracle by @starks-hero Roy O'Bannon x Female Reader The last person Roy knew that caught tuberculosis didn’t see the next month. But you’re strong and Roy doesn’t plan on giving up on you as long as you’re still fighting. Warnings: depictions of serious illness, a little bit of angst, fluff

RPF

Snack? by @jawritter Jensen Ackles x Female Reader The new Alpha on set wants you to take his “new’ face for a spin, and who the fuck can you tell him now? Warnings: Face riding, Possessive behavior I guess? ABO dynamics, male masturbation. Light dirty talk. Language. Is it cheating if he has permission?

#just a girl reading fics in may 2022 #bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x reader #dean winchester x reader #din djarin x reader #sam winchester x reader #castiel x reader #thor x reader #soldier boy x reader #jensen ackles x reader

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Marvel Spooktober #10

Title: Marvel Spooktober #?

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OFC!

Author: @sheerfreesia007

Prompt: Pumpkin

Words: 2,620

Warnings: Death, kidnapping, spooky witches

Permanent Tag List: @paintballkid711, @fioccodineveautunnale, @phoenixhalliwell, @linkpk88, @weirdowithnobeardo, @athalien

Gif Credit: @falcvns

The fall breeze blows gently in the air as you watch the orange and red leaves flutter from the large trees in the neighborhood. Bucky hums softly next to you and you smile over at him, the two of you were on a peaceful walk through your neighborhood before heading home to begin cooking dinner for the two of you. You had been dating Bucky for a year and a half now and ever since the two of you had hit your one year anniversary he had begun moving his things into your home outside of New York City. At first he had done it slowly due to all the time he would spend at your place as opposed to his apartment, but now as you both settled into the relationship and committed yourself to each other he was more freely and rapidly moving the rest of his things into your home.

As the two of you walked along the sidewalk you began to notice all the fall decor that your neighbors had begun to set out. Each house that you had passed so far had been nicely decorated with pumpkins, scarecrows, and fake hay stacks. And as the two of you continued on down the block you noticed more cute decorations that celebrated the fall season. But just as you took another step down the block you noticed Bucky stopping in place and looking across the street. You knew what house he was looking at and had a feeling that he would mention it with curiosity.

“Hey Doll, what’s up with that house?” Bucky asked as he pointed to a dark midnight blue house that was across the street from where you two were walking. Looking over at the house you shiver slightly at the sight, the house is painted a deep dark midnight blue that almost looks black with black trim that adds to the ominous feel of the house among the softer lighter colored homes on the street. Your eyes darted around the yard that was landscaped with large tall grass like bushes that made the yard look overgrown as some neighbors have mentioned or wild in your opinion. Up on the steps leading into the house are three pumpkins that have been carved as Jack o’ lanterns, each with a face of shock on them.

“I don’t know the neighbors but their yard always looks wild to me almost as if it shouldn’t be in a neighborhood but out in nature. I’ve heard rumors that it’s a trio of older sisters who live there and they keep to themselves. Nancy next door to us always seems to have all the gossip in the neighborhood but I don’t really bother with it. To each their own you know?” you explain to him and Bucky nods his head in agreement as he continues to look at the house across the street.

“They’ve got an odd way of carving jack o’ lanterns.” he said bemusedly to you before you both turned and started your walk back to your house.

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The next week Bucky and you were on your evening walk before dinner when you came along your block and started your last leg home. This time though your walk was filled with conversation as a lot had been going on in the neighborhood.

“You haven’t heard any updates on the missing child?” Bucky asked curiously as his eyebrows furrowed with concern.

“No, I’ve been looking for any news articles and keeping up to date on the social media for the local police but nothing yet.” you told him and he nodded his head. “I’m going to volunteer again tomorrow with the search party. Hopefully we’ll be able to find something to help the family.” you said sorrowfully as you looked down at the sidewalk. It was horrible that a little boy had gone missing this past week while riding around on his bike in the neighborhood. No one had seen anything suspicious and the family couldn’t think of anyone who would do this. The only clues that the police had were that the little boy’s bike had been found in the middle of the street in front of the dark house on your block and a small pile of candy had been found nearby.

“Huh, that’s odd.” Bucky said suddenly and you looked up to see him staring at the dark house across the street. You turned and followed his line of sight with a furrowed brow wondering what he was looking at. As your eyes darted around the front yard you spotted when he had noticed and you felt a chill race down your spine as your body involuntarily shivered. There was a small scarecrow to the left side of the yard, it had blue pants and a checkered shirt on with suspenders but what made the hair on the back of your neck stand up was the similar colored hair on the scarecrow that matched the missing little boy’s hair color as well as the color of the face matching the skin tone of the little boy. Bucky sidled up next to you and you looked up at him worriedly as he slowly nodded his head back to the front yard. “Check out the pumpkins.” he said softly and your head turned back to the house to see that two of the pumpkins still had the shocked faces but one pumpkin now had a creepy smile. “C’mon let’s get home.” Bucky said softly as he began to usher you back down the sidewalk. You hurried along feeling as if someone was watching you as you walked, but Bucky wrapped a protective arm around you and tried to give you comfort.

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Two weeks later you’re out on your evening walk with Bucky again and just as you turn the corner to head down your block back to your house you see the numerous police cars parked mindlessly in the street. You frown heavily at their presence before looking over at Bucky who’s watching everything quietly as the two of you continue to walk down your block. All the police cars are parked two houses down from the dark house on the block and you know that there’s a little girl who lives there with her baby sister, Mom and Dad. As your eyes dart around the chaotic scene you spot the abandoned pink and purple bike along with the small pile of candy that stands in the middle of the street right in front of the dark house. You shiver slightly and feel a sense of dread overcome you. Bucky sidles up to you and wraps an arm protectively around your lower back..

“Hello neighbor!” calls out a voice and you turn your head to see your neighbor Nancy standing in another neighbor’s yard. Walking over to the small gathering that had formed in the front yard you furrowed your brows at them all. “There’s another child gone missing.” Nancy informed both you and Bucky causing you gasp softly as your head turned to the house where all the police vehicles were parked. “A little girl, her bike was found just like the little boy’s.” Nancy told them and you instantly felt dread consume you and your eyes darted over to the dark house as you felt Bucky stiffen next to you.

As your eyes darted around the yard you noticed that the first scarecrow was still there but it looked different, it was almost as if it had been left out in a harsh weather as the face of the scarecrow now looked dirtier and sun tanned while the hair at the edges of the face looked dried out. Your eyes continued to look around the yard and saw a cleared away space that used to have tall bushes, you wondered what was going to go there but felt your stomach twist and turn with ominous dread. But then your eyes darted over to the pumpkins sitting on the front stairs and saw that the first pumpkin which had a smiling face now looked more sinister while the second pumpkin which had held a shocked face now had a smiling face. And the third pumpkin still had a shocked face.

Your mind was racing with possibilities on what this could all mean and whether or not you’re reaching with your thoughts. But Bucky sidles up to you and wraps an arm around your shoulders before pulling you into him protectively. You look up at him and notice that he’s fixated on something at the house across the street. When you follow his gaze you spot the woman in the window glaring at the group gathered across the street, she doesn’t look as old as she thought one of the sisters would be from Nancy’s description.

“Nancy, I thought you said the women who lived across the street were much older. Like grandmother aged?” You asked curiously and Nancy didn’t bother looking over at you and Bucky before answering.

“They’re in their eighties. I just spoke to the youngest one yesterday and she said that they’re all in their eighties.” She said and you gaped as you kept staring at the woman who definitely did not look like she was in her eighties. The woman stayed glaring at them all for a few moments more before she disappeared from sight causing you and Bucky to let out a soft breath.

“Let us know if there are any updates. We’re gonna head home.” Bucky said and began to guide you back to your house.

“That woman did not look like she was in her eighties. What the hell?!” You hissed at him softly and he nodded his head in agreement.

“I don’t know what’s going on but Sam might be able to help us.” Bucky told you and you nodded your head as you picked up your pace.

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“Man, have you ever seen a house so cluttered and messy?” Sam asked in shock as he stared down at the screen in his hand. Bucky was staring at it too with wide eyes when you walked into your dinning room table. Bucky had asked Sam to come over with redwing so that they could slip into the sisters’ house and survey the home inside. You had felt uneasy about it but Bucky had convinced you that since the second scarecrow had shown up the other day and looked just like the little girl that had gone missing that the home needed to be inspected.

“Doll, how disrespectful these women are to make scarecrows that match the appearance of these missing kids! And not to mention that it’s suspicious that they are doing this and no one questions them!” You had agreed with Bucky that it was suspicious but you still felt uneasy snooping on your neighbors.

“First floor is creepy but clear.” Sam says suddenly as he maneuvers Redwing through the home silently. Bucky nods as he continues to draw a layout of the home just in case they need to go in there as a rescue mission. “Upstairs or basement first?” Sam asks and you peer over their shoulders curiously knowing that you’re just as bad as them for watching.

“Downstairs. There’s something always downstairs.” Bucky says and you huff out a soft chuckle knowing that he was referring to all the horror films he liked to watch. Sam nods his head and directs Redwing to slip under the door and down into the basement.

“Holy shit.” Sam says softly and your eyes dart from Bucky to the screen and you gasp softly. The basement has an eerie green glow to it as Redwing descends the stairs, when it’s down inside the basement you all can see the green glow is coming from a large cauldron in the middle of the basement. There’s a small lit fire underneath it and the walls are lined with hanging herbs and shelves of varying shaped containers. It’s almost as if it's a room right out of a cheesy Halloween flick, the room looks like a witches room. When Redwing turns you spot a tall black metal twisted podium and a large tome laying open atop it, a large wooden chair is in front of the podium. You shiver as you spot a dark spot on the chair and idly wish that it’s just a marking from age and not anything else.

Redwing turns once more and you let out a shriek of surprise, there’s three cylindrical tubes with bubbling liquid in each tube and two tubes are filled with bodies. Tears begin to pour down your face as you notice the bodies in the two far left tubes, the first one has blue bubbling liquid and the missing boy from two weeks ago. While the middle tube has pink bubbling liquid and the missing girl from last week is suspended in the liquid. Both children have their eyes opened wide and their mouths are distorted in silent screams making the hair on your body stand straight up.

“Damn.” Sam says softly and you watch in horror as Redwing turns slowly once more, capturing everything on video. But just as Sam is directing it back to the stairs a very young woman comes onto screen with a dark sneer covering her face, shocking all three of you as you jump back while the screen goes black. “No! No, no, no, no.” Sam begins to say just as your doorbell rings. Bucky looks at you and you furrow your eyebrows at him as he stands and heads to the front door. Sam follows him quickly and just as you begin to follow someone grabs you from behind and places a slender hand over your mouth. You try to fight back but whatever cloth they have placed over your mouth and nose is doused in something that makes you fall unconscious.

*-*-*-*

You groan softly as you begin to come to, your eyes flutter slightly and you see the green glowing basement for yourself in person. Fear and dread instantly consume you as you look up to see two younger women standing behind the podium that’s in front of you as you sit in the large wooden chair next to the bubbling cauldron. The third woman is still much older than the other two and your brain tries to piece the truth together.

“Don’t worry dear, this won’t hurt a bit.” Says the older woman who’s standing in front of the cauldron stirring it. All three women begin to laugh loudly and darkly as your head turns to the side and you spot the children in their tubes of liquid frozen in their fear and pain. Your hair is tightly gripped in someone’s hand and your head is turned back the other way without any fight from yourself. It’s as if your body is numb and you can’t move to save yourself.

The elderly woman is holding up a small vial as another pair of hands come up and pinch your cheeks together so that your mouth opens. The vial is tilted into your mouth and you’re reminded of the taste of your favorite dish which warms you from the inside out. Your body now feels light as your vision clouds with a tint of amber, you don’t notice the elderly woman leaning towards you as you hear the door at the top of the stairs rip open and Bucky rushes down the stairs.

For a fleeting moment you think he’s going to save you but just as that thought enters your mind you suddenly feel pain engulf you. Your mouth drops open in a loud scream and your eyes widen while your vision goes black.

#my writing #marvel #bucky barnes x ofc!#bucky barnes #marvel spooktober 2023

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The Fairest One - Part 1

Summary: So your stepmother killed your father, forced you to be a servant, and hired mercenaries to kill you and your best friends. Maybe it’ll work out for the best.

Pairing: Black Female Snow White!Reader, OFC, OFC, OFC x (Steve, Bucky, Sam Wilson, Thor, Pietro, Peter, Loki, and Joaquin Torres)

Rating: 18+ / Explicit

Word Count: 3K

Overall Warnings: a lot of Smut, Oral (f & m), Attempted Murder, Mild Depictions of Violence, Mentions of Child Abuse, Free Use Kink, Polyamory, Electric and Magical Stimulation, Light Angst, Light Bondage, Breeding Kink

A/N: This started as a fun idea from the Smut Hub Discord Server. This might be the sluttiest fic I’ve written to date. Dividers are by the amazing @firefly-graphics and was beta’d by @mrs-mischief-209.

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“Ow!! Fucking branch!” Estrella stormed as she picked herself off the forest floor.

“We tried to warn you, Ella,” Kusuma sighed noting Estrella failing to notice the branch for the third time now.

“It’s not my fault! My skirt is too long!”

“Then ditch the skirt! You’ve got pants!” Darinka reasoned as you helped Estrella off the floor.

“So how long are we goin’ keep running?” Estrella wondered.

“Until we’re sure Rumlow’s not on our ass,” you replied while checking for any indication that Rumlow and his men have followed you.

You couldn’t blame your friends for their weariness. You’ve been on the run for two days now. And despite the sinking weight of guilt in your belly, you knew this wasn’t your fault.

It was your stepmother’s.

It started two years after your mother died. Your father, the king, was worried that you didn’t have a maternal figure in your life (didn’t consider your friends’ mothers who treated you like one of their own), and that the kingdom needed a new alliance so he married the beautiful princess of Xarida, Konjit.

Konjit was indeed incredibly beautiful. Most of the court (especially the men) were enamored with her. She was kind to everyone she met and she showered you with love and attention.

All seemed well until one day, Baron Gwerder commented on how beautiful you were becoming...just like your mother.

Konjit squeezed your shoulder as she froze on the spot and her eyes darkened. It was the last day she was kind to you.

At first, you thought nothing of it. You just spent more time with your friends and their families.

She and your father were fighting and it was getting more and more public. The relationship between her and your father wasn’t that great, to begin with; it was a marriage of convenience though it never got that bad.

Your father seemed to relent and withdraw as your stepmother took a man named Alexander Pierce as a lover.

She became colder to you and your friends; sometimes slapping you in private saying you would never be good enough to be her daughter.

Pierce, her lover, started looking younger, more handsome while your father became aged and haggard in appearance. Everyone in court started talking of it, not caring if either you or your friends could hear.

Once your father coughed up blood during a council meeting, it was only a matter of time before he would die. You begged him not to leave you, but fate seemed especially cruel.

Your stepmother didn’t even have the decency to wait until the weekend to start fucking Pierce out in the open.

She wasted no time in removing your friends’ families from the board in terms of power and to make an example out of them.

You still remember the bodies and your friends’ screams. You still have nightmares about them.

Konjit immediately sent you and your friends to the servants’ quarters to ‘be of better use to the kingdom’.

That’s how things stayed for the next nine years and you tried to make the best of it.

“I can’t believe she tried to pull this stunt! There’s no way the public will take this lying down.” Darinka raged as she jumped over a fallen log.

“Then let us hope the rebels catch wind of it,” Kusuma encouraged noting the crowd commotion earlier.

While your stepmother had near-total control of the aristocracy, expanded the kingdom into an empire, and became rich beyond belief, she never had complete control of the public.

Especially when her reign was met with resistance.

It began with a few farmers' revolts near the edge of the empire and the Standek Republic. They grew in strength and numbers led by a group that goes by The Avengers.

It got to the point that she couldn’t just neglect you behind the castle walls. She actually had to prove that you were alive. So, she decided to throw a parade for your 24th birthday in an attempt to show the public that she really cared.

Really, bitch?! Too little, too late.

The four of you gave each other a look after she brought you to the throne room for her ‘fantastic news’. She even hired ‘bodyguards’ to make sure nothing horrible befalls you.

The leader introduced himself as Brock Rumlow. Yes, you remembered that name. They’ve been causing trouble for the female servants. Kusuma fought not to gag when some of the ‘bodyguards’ made cat caller ‘clicks’ at you.

That night, you and your friends hatched a plan of escape. You knew she was planning to have you killed during your ‘parade’, so you planned to lose them in the Reinstech Forest.

You asked Kusuma, Estrella, and Darinka if they really wanted to do this. They looked at each other, nodded, and affirmed that you’re their friend and they can’t leave you. Also, your stepmother would probably have them killed once you escaped.

You hated to admit it, but they were right.

The parade started as planned. You and your friends were fitted in dazzling dresses while the public cheered at finally seeing their princess again.

You gave Estrella the signal as soon as Reinstech Forest came into view. Somehow the crowd got restless and a fight broke out. Estrella used that instant to fire the smoke bombs, Kusuma and Darinka casted the nets and bolo restraints on your guards while you destroyed Rumlow’s tracker and sprinted into the forest along with your friends.

After three days of trekking, you stopped to catch your breath and did a supply check. Your group had enough food and water for five more days.

It took a few more hours before you reached a clearing. The bright light gave way to a large compound with five buildings, the residence dwelling being the largest.

Estrella knocked on the front door of the residence and it just opened.

“Anyone home?” Darinka wondered as the four of you made your way into the foyer.

The residence was...something.

The foyer was enormous but filthy; it looked like someone was at least ashamed of its state and tried to clean it. The kitchen was an absolute nightmare with the sight of mold in a few places.

Luckily, there were no rodents. To your knowledge.

The living rooms were in total disarray, the bedrooms were at best in a state of controlled chaos. None of you wanted to think about the bathrooms.

“Criminy! This place is a nightmare!” Estrella cringed.

“Was this place abandoned?” Darinka asked noting the cobwebs.

“No. None of the chairs or beds are covered in dust. Judging by the food, the inhabitants should be back soon.” You observed.

“Okay, if we’re going to convince the inhabitants of this place to let us stay, we need to clean up the place,” Kusuma reasoned, “Here’s the plan…”

You and Darinka tackled the foyer, dusting, and window washing while Kusuma and Estrella cleaned and polished the living rooms. All four of you decided to take on the kitchen together.

You needed a small support group for the bathrooms.

Fortunately, they had a vast assortment of ingredients to cook a feast. Hopefully, they won’t throw them out.

You found a sparse yet spacious room with a large bed to sleep in. All of you took turns guarding the door, but you soon fell asleep.

“Man, today was a pain!” Pietro complained as the team made their way back to the hideout.

They were wiped from taking out several of the Empress’s squads. They’ve been making excellent headway since Thor and Loki have been able to join. Also, not having the Maximoff twins as enemies was a nice bonus.

Sam got a tip from an anonymous source inside the capital that the princess would finally be seen outside the palace. It was reported that the empress was forced to prove that she hasn’t been killed. Some organizers planned on striking during the parade as a show of force against the empress.

They had planned to kidnap the princess and have her serve as a figurehead for The Resistance. Peter, Joaquin, and Pietro went to secure her Highness, but it didn’t go as planned.

First, the strike happened earlier than scheduled due to one of the younger strikers, a kid named Bradley, landing a blow to one of the nobles supportive of the Empress’s regime. Second, the strike turned into an all-out brawl. Then one of the young women in the procession activated several smoke bombs and all of the women fled the scene.

Damn it all to Hel!

They had the consolation of obliterating five of the Empress’s brigades though it was a drop in the bucket of her full force. The princess is the key to turning the tides.

Good thing no one was injured beyond a few scrapes.

“I hear the shower calling my name!” Joaquin beamed.

“Agreed. While today’s battle was exhilarating, we’re still not any closer to defeating her.” Thor noted.

“Well, we would’ve gotten some information out of that last captain if Barnes didn’t shoot him.” Loki groused.

“Lay off, Emo Mage! He was going to attack Tony, Steve, and Sam with a hell-fire blast. What exactly were you gonna do?” Peter countered.

“Why you impudent little-!”

“Enough Loki! Barnes, thank you for the save. Your skills are invaluable as always.” Steve maintained.

“Aww look! The little soldier needs to be reassured once again.” Loki mocked while Tony groaned.

“Can it Reindeer Games!”

“Will you cease with that name, Stark!”

“Ugh, here we go again-” Pietro started.

“The base feels different!” Peter interjected causing everyone to stop dead in their tracks.

“The fu-”

“Language, Cap.”

“Well Emo Mage, Shell Head, y’all have something to say?” Bucky questioned with a smirk.

“Nope.”

“My wards only go after those who would wish to harm us.” Loki scoffed.

“The kid’s senses haven’t failed us this far.” Sam pointed out.

“Let’s be careful.” Steve cautioned.

“Alright! Move aside!” Thor bellowed as he opened the door, Mjolnir in hand.

“Better not be like last time, Loki. Otherwise, you’ll owe Barton another 40.” Bucky warned while trying not to laugh.

“Quiet Frost Slayer before I…” Loki sibilated before gazing upon the once slovenly foyer.

“Holy shi-”

“Not now, Spiderling.” Thor admonished, “Something’s not right.”

“I know. That’s why I said so in the first place.”

“Parker, now is not the time to-” Steve started gazing around the foyer. It had never been cleaner even after his attempts to clean it. He could actually see his reflection looking up at him.

“What are those mouthwatering smells?” Thor praised as the other members practically drooled at the beautiful symphony of aromas coming from the dining room wave after wave.

The men nearly sprinted to the dining room to find a marvelous feast of Thick Beef Stew, Honey Tenderized Boeuf Bourguignon, 6 types of pasta, Creamy Mash Potatoes with Red Wine Mushroom Sauce, 2 Beef Wellingtons, 3 types of Quiches, Crispy Honey Orange Salmon, Chicken au Champagne, Tomato Basil and Mushroom Risottos, Cheddar Broccoli Soup, Honey Garlic Shrimp Skillet, and a whole host of other items.

“We can’t just eat this! It could be poisoned.” Steve chided much to the chagrin of everyone else.

“Really, Stevie?”

“This is the best food we’ve seen in ages!”

“Look, we have to find who made the food.” Steve reasoned.

“Well, judging by the food magic, they’re still nearby.” Loki surmised.

“Good. We’ll need to search the compound. Thor, Tony, Bucky, Pietro, and Peter: check the surrounding area. The rest of us will search the compound’s interior.”

“Fine!”

The group was about to give up after about an hour of searching and coming up empty when Joaquin shouted, “Hey guys, over here!”

“What is it?”

“Are they hot?” Pietro inquired to the slight disappointment of the group.

“What?”

“Really, Speedfeet?” Tony deadpanned.

“Stark-”

“Pipe down! They’ll hear us.”

“Okay, Torres. Who’s the ‘they’”? Sam asked while peering through the spare room’s door.

“You’ll never guess. Come and see.” Joaquin whispered as he open the door and revealed...four of the most beautiful women they’ve ever seen. All of whom looked familiar.

“Well, what d’ya know,” Tony smirked.

“Seriously?” Loki groaned pinching the bridge of his nose.

“How in the-?” Sam started

“Okay, okay. Let’s get out of here first and then we talk about what to do with them.” Steve suggested.

“So, what do we do now?” Joaquin queried.

“I don’t like this. It could be a trap.” Pietro grumbled remembering Wanda’s best friend, Radoslava.

“That may be. I wouldn’t put it past the Usurper.” Thor mused.

“Let’s let them sleep. When they wake, we can interrogate them.” Steve put forward.

“Hey, Loki, could you use calming and truth spells during the questioning?” Sam asked.

“’ Tis a small matter.” Loki waved dismissing the matter as an infinitesimal task

“Um, so now that we have a plan for the women, what do we do about the food?” Peter wondered as everyone’s stomach started growling with a vengeance.

“Well,” Steve gulped,” since neither Loki nor Tony sensed anything amiss with the food. So maybe we can- Wait! Stop! You’ll wake them up!”

Dinner was...entertaining.

“Guys stop fighting! There’s enough food for everyone!” Steve shouted while saving several plates.

“I would if Thor would stop hogging all the beef!”

“Then trade me some of the chicken and salmon, Samuel!”

“C’mon Tony! Put the armor away! You can shoot Bucky with a repulsor ray over a Dinner Roll!”

“Have some class, Cap! It’s a Buttery Honey Brioche Roll. Do you know how hard it is to make them this well?!”

“Peter! Get that quiche off the ceiling! You can’t eat them all!”

“You sure about that, Torres?”

“Pietro! Stop swiping the pasta!”

“I need carbs, Пиздец!”

“Ugh! Loki, could you help, please?!”

“Not a chance, soldier!”

“I should've asked for Strange to join instead,” Steve grumbled under his breath.

“What was that, mortal?”

“Nothing!”

“Fuck it. Give me a plate of that Braised Lamb and Mash Potatoes!” Steve barked giving up any notion of having an orderly meal.

The food was gobbled up in record time. Everyone hoped that the women weren’t spies for the empress. That was the best meal they’ve ever had!

“Ugh. Where are we?” Kusuma yawned. She was always the first to wake up in the morning. Everything seemed to be in order until she noticed the door being open wider than last night.

“Girls, wake up!” She hissed while gently shaking them awake.

“Okay, okay, we’re awake!” Estrella lethargically groused, “So what happened last night?”

“I don’t know, but I sense other lifeforms, nine of them.” you fretted noting the lifeforms being dispersed throughout the compound.

“They didn’t do anything, but we can’t let our guard down,” Darinka warned while checking her clothes and surroundings.

“I wonder if they enjoyed our offering?”

“That’s your first priority?!”

“Don’t look at me like that, ‘Suma! I put a lot of effort into that meal!”

“Well, we won’t know unless we leave this room. Let’s head out.” You suggested as you and your friends got dressed and headed towards the foyer.

“Oh, Hello! Who’s the cutie?”

You and your friends made your way to the foyer to see if any of the compound’s inhabitants were there when Estrella spotted someone in one of the living rooms.

The figure laying on the couch could best be described as boyishly handsome. He was tall (5’11½”/1.82m) with Slate Black hair, Scorched Brown eyes, Sahara Gravel skin with Pink Sand and Orange Maple undertones. His body was of a lean build with evidence of a few battle scars on his hands and forearms and he was dressed in a customized ranger’s outfit.

“Not again.” Kusuma sighed at Estrella’s antics not wanting a repeat of the driving intern incident.

“Um, hello there.” you waved as the man walked towards you.

“Good Morning!” the man welcomed in a surprisingly deep voice.

“Fuck, even his voice is sexy!” Estrella gushed under her breath.

“My name is Joaquin, Joaquin Torres.”

“Ooh! My name is Es-” Estrella tried introducing herself before Darinka cut her off with her hand.

“We are but humble travelers. On behalf of all of us, I apologize for the intrusion. We were exhausted from our journey. Please accept the food we made as a token of our appreciation.” You explained hoping Torres wouldn’t need any further explanation.

“Just so you know, the guys and I agree that dinner was the best meal we’ve ever had!” Joaquin complimented

“Well, that answers my question.”

“Fuck, she’s flustered now,” Kusuma swore while Darinka nodded in annoyance.

“Where did you say you were going again?”

“I’m sorry, Joaquin, but that’s our business.” You insisted.

“Fine, fine, fine. Well, at least let me get the rest of the guys here to thank you all before you leave.”

“So we can either stay and see what the rest of the ‘guys’ are like, or we can make a run for it.” You offered to your friends.

“I have a few smoke bombs left and I brought a taser!”

“Damn it, Darinka!”

“You’re just mad because you didn’t think to do the same, Kusuma!”

“I say we stay and hear them out. They didn’t do anything to us in our sleep.” Estrella pointed out.

“That may be true, Estrella. But we don’t know if they’ll just turn us into the empress.” Kusuma countered.

“I doubt that, Kusuma. If that’s true, then why didn’t they do it while we were sleeping? They had all night.” you reasoned.

“But maybe they want to make sure you’re the-”

A sharp cough shattered Kusuma’s train of thought and caused the four of you to turn around.

“Shit!” Darinka blurted.

Standing before you were the famed leaders of the Resistance, The Avengers. The Captain, The Knight, The Spiderling, The Thunder, The Trickster, The Silver Speedster, The Peregrin, The Angel, and The Winter Soldier.

There were others, but they seem to not be here.

“Hel...Hello.” Kusuma faltered. It was all she could muster in the face of the sheer magnitude of their situation.

“Good morning, ladies.” Steve, the Captain, greeted, ”I see you’ve made yourself at home, princess.” your eyes widened in shock, “We need to talk.”

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Eyes Always Seeking [masterlist]

Pairing: Dark!Bucky Barnes x Saoirse Wilson (black!ofc)

Biker AU

Warnings: non-con, dub-con, smut, sex, rough sex, female masturbation, oral sex (male & female receiving), vaginal fingering

Status: in progress

Author’s Note: This is is written in the second person like a reader insert, but “reader” has a name. Both OFC and reader/you have been tagged appropriately and accordingly. Don’t like it? DON’T READ IT.

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-Part One-

You head out into the middle of nowhere, Texas to see your brother Sam, but end up getting into more than what you originally bargained for.

-Part Two-

You haven’t been able to keep your mind off of Bucky Barnes since your initial meeting. You want him again. You need him again Then, just like magic, he appears in your brothers’ backyard.

-Part Three-

You got out of there the minute Bucky took his eyes off of you. You thought you were in the clear - until he shows up at your office.

#dark!bucky barnes #biker!bucky barnes #dark!bucky barnes x you #dark!bucky barnes x ofc #dark!bucky barnes x black!ofc #dark!bucky barnes x reader #dark!fic #dark!marvel #dark!fanfiction #bucky barnes #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes fandom

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Eyes Always Seeking [1/?]

Pairing: Dark!Biker!Bucky Barnes x Original Black Female Character

Rating: Explicit 18+

Warnings: Dub-Con/Non-Con, smut, rough sex

Summary: You head out into the middle of nowhere Texas to see your brother Sam, but end up getting into more than what you originally bargained for.

Word Count: 3645

A/N: Ok, so. This is a subject that I’ve NEVER ventured into before... but it’s kind of a thing for me. I’m kinda into it, so when I found this challenge, I wanted to try my hand at it. I totally understand for those of you that are not, so please, please, PLEASE keep scrolling if you have an issue with dubious consent and/or no consent. This could also turn into a series thing, because I have an idea for a second and possibly a third part, depending on how it’s received. Please be easy on me, i’m so nerouvousssssssssssss.

This was written for @darkficsyouneveraskedfor 3000 followers #inthedark!challenge. The prompt is in bold.

PART TWO | SERIES MASTERLIST

You bite your bottom lip as your eyes scan the neon sign out front. Your windshield wipers dispel the water droplets that dribble across it as an old country song plays softly from your radio. You jump slightly as the loud roar of approaching Harley’s cracks through the still night. You grip the steering wheel with your hands, turning slightly in your seat to watch the pack of motorcycles pull into the parking lot. Big, gruff, bearded men, covered in tattoos and leather, disembark from their metal steeds and move inside the bar, their heavy boots scraping across the gravel lot.

You close your eyes and take a deep breath, praying that you don’t get murdered tonight. You remove yourself from your car, jogging slightly as a few raindrops still fall from the passing storm. You move inside the bar, loud metal music hitting you in the face as soon as the door opens. Your dark eyes instantly start scanning the crowd as you clutch your jean jacket to your chest.

“Sis! Over here!”

Sam’s voice pulls your head left and you smile as soon as your eyes land on his cheerful face. He stands, his hands extended out as you walk toward him, falling into his chest, “Brother.”

“Baby sister! It’s been too long, city girl.” He kisses your forehead.

“You shouldn’t have moved out to bum-fuck. We could see each other more.” You smile back, your eyes still scanning the rough group around you, “I mean, this is certainly a change.”

Your brother was once a financial advisor, a partner at his firm. He drove an Audi, wore Armani suits on Saturdays, and wouldn’t leave the house without at least six or seven hundred dollars in cash, just in case something came up. A year ago, he gave it all up; quit his job, sold his car, and bought a farm in bum fuck Texas. He made new friends too, one’s who frequent the hell hole your currently standing in.

His laughter fills your ears. At least that hasn’t changed, “Stop lookin’ like that. You’re fine.”

“I feel like I’m gonna get lynched if I’m not careful.”

“Stop!” He laughs, bringing his beer to his lips, “You’re such a racist.”

Your mouth drops open as you push your finger into your chest, “I’m the racist? Really? They’ve probably never seen real black people before in their lives!”

He shrugs, “They don’t bother me and I’ve been coming here for a year. Sit down, shut up, and drink your beer, yuppie.”

You soon relax, as much as you can anyway, and share a few beers with your brother. You speak about your parents, off in Europe for the summer, your job, which you hate, and your love life, nonexistent. Sam’s met a pretty little farmer, Wanda, who’ll be joining the two of you in a while. You’re happy for him. He really seems happy out here in bum-fuck.

You’re on your fourth beer, spinning it slowly on the wooden table as drops of condensation slide down the neck of the bottle. Sam jokes and laughs with an older man, his long beard braided down to his bellybutton, chains hanging from his black leather vest.

“Sam Wilson, how the fuck are you?”

A new voice sounds from behind your brother, causing you both to turn toward it. Your lips part slightly as your eyes widen at the sight of this new man. He’s young, probably your age, his long dark hair pulled back into a low bun, loose tendrils falling around his face. He’s dressed in a leather jacket, black shirt and dark jeans, heavy boots covering his feet. Tattoos slither up his neck, a single gold earring hangs from his earlobe. His square chin and jaw is covered in a light stubble as he slaps hands with your brother and pulls him into a hug.

“Bucky Barnes! Long time no see.” Sam turns slightly, nudging you with his arm, “This is my baby sister.”

When the stranger shifts his eyes to you, you shift uncomfortably in your seat. You push hair behind your ear, dropping your eyes from him to the floor, your nerves making you laugh lightly. You flick your eyes back up to him to find him still staring at you, his face set seriously. You look away again. Something about him make you nervous.

“You got a name?” He asks after a second, his voice low.

You nod quickly, tucking more hair behind your ear, “Yeah, um, S-Sao-Saoirse.” You keep nodding, “Saoirse.”

He quirks his eyebrow, dropping his chin slightly, peering at you through his dark eyelashes, “Saoirse?”

“Mom and dad found out they were pregnant with her while vacationing in Ireland.” Sam adds, smirking at you, “But, just like her name, she’s a real weirdo.”

“Fuck you, Sam.” You scoff, swatting at his arm and rolling your eyes.

Bucky lets his eyes linger on you for a second or two more, before finally shifting his gaze back to your brother. You drop your head, letting out air from between your teeth as you pick at the label on your beer bottle. Heat rises in your cheeks as you shift again, suddenly more nervous than you had been all night. You glance up again and catch his eyes on you, staring at you with no emotion on his face or in his eyes.

Your breath hitches in your throat as your lips part again. Sam and a few others talk and laugh around the two of you, Bucky using their distraction to size you up. His piercing gaze drops from your face to your exposed legs as you sit with them crossed. He drags his eyes slowly up the length of your legs and licks his lips, his head cocking to the side. You push your hands down to your knees and calves, trying to cover them as much as you can. You clear your throat, moving your eyes around the bar again, hoping someone will pull his attention away from you.

You can’t help but slide your eyes back to him after a few seconds. He’s graduated up to your chest, not giving a damn that he’s making you uncomfortable. You move in your seat again, letting out a shaky breath as you pull the lapels of your jean jacket over one another. You’re suddenly cursing your choice of outfit, a low cut mustard yellow sundress, the one that if course barely covers your ass when you stand. If you lean forward enough, your breasts are on full display, if not spilling out of the garment entirely.

A devilish smile curls on his face as he snaps his eyes back up to yours. He rolls his head to the opposite side of his neck, the quick flash of humanity he showed falling from his face. Despite his eyes being a brilliant blue, there’s nothing but darkness in them as he ogles you. They dip to your chest again, his tongue farting out to sweep across his bottom lip. His mouth drops open and he presses his tongue against the back of his teeth. Slowly, provocatively, he sticks his tongue out, licking his upper lip as he gawks at you. You stand from the wooden barstool quickly, pulling at the bottom of your dress, pretending to not feel his cold stare on you.

“You okay?” Sam asks, turning his body toward you.

“Yeah, yeah, I just uh,” You stammer, “I just need the bathroom.”

Sam points toward the back of the bar and you take off without another word, clasping your jacket shut as move through people. You slam the rickety bathroom door behind you and lean up against it, closing your eyes and tilting your head toward the ceiling. You wave your hand at your face, trying to create some sort of quick breeze to cool you down. You start to shake as sweat prickles on the surface of your skin, holy shit.

You push away from the door and turn on the faucet, running your hands underneath the stream of water. You pat your face and neck with your wet fingers and dab at your skin with a paper towel before taking a step back to eye your reflection. You button up your jacket, covering your cleavage completely, and tuck more hair behind your ears. You take a deep breath to calm yourself, and reach for the door, pulling it open. You take a step or two before two hands grab you from behind. Within a second, you’re slammed up against the opposite wall, a sharp gasp falling from your lips.

Your mouth drops open as you stare back into the all too familiar pair of eyes of Bucky Barnes. You breathe heavily, your body starting to shake again as he places a hand by your head on the wall behind you. He doesn’t speak. He just stares at you, his lips ever so slightly quirked up in a smirk as his eyes travel up and down your face. He’s so close his nose brushes against yours, his hot, beer laden breath washing over your face.

He pulls back just enough to bring his beer to his lips. You let out audible breaths as he takes a swig of the cool liquid, his eyelids low as he keeps his eyes on you. He licks his lips once he’s finished, leaning back into you, his stubble brushing against your chin as he pins you to the wall.

“Saoirse.” Your name comes out slow and heavy.

You close your eyes, nodding as you swallow hard, “Yes.”

Bucky brings the beer back to his mouth, taking another drink. He turns his head to glance back at your table, Sam mostly, before bringing his full attention back to you. He brings his hand up and grabs some of your hair, running his fingers through it before playing with the ends. Fear rises in your chest as you break eye contact with him to stare over his shoulder. He leans in, pushing your head to the right with his nose as he takes a deep breath, filling his nostrils with your perfume and shampoo.

“You smell nice.”

You swallow again, your stomach rising into your throat as your breath becomes quick and harsh, “Th-thank you.”

He spreads your legs with his knee, pushing his lower half into yours as his fingers leave your hair. He drops his index finger to your chin before dragging it down your neck and chest before hooking it into your jacket. He lifts his eyes back toward yours, and smiles again. You blink furiously, your lip quivering as tears threaten to splash against your cheeks.

“Aww,” He coos condescendingly, “What’s wrong sugar?” You drop your head as much as you can, but his finger catches your chin, pushing it up harshly, “You don’t have manners? Answer me.”

“You’re scaring me.” You croak, your voice choppy and rushed as your lips tremble.

A tear makes it escape, sliding down your cheek slowly as you do everything you can to avoid eye contact with him. He cocks his head again and bites his bottom lip as another smile breaks onto his face. He’s enjoying this. He chuckles before humming quickly in happiness. He swipes at the tear with his thumb, brushing it away in one swift motion before running his calloused hand down your cheek. He grabs your chin and squeezes, forcing your head back straight so you can look at him. You whimper, and you swear you feel his dick twitch against your thigh.

“Yo Buck! How about a game of pool, huh?”

He snaps his head toward the voice and you take the opportunity to slide out from him. You walk quickly back to the table occupying your none-the-wiser brother, wrapping your arms around your waist, keeping your head down.

You grab your keys and start for the door, but Sam grabs your wrist, “Hey, hey, where you goin’?”

You force a smile on your face, glancing up at him, hoping your watery eyes don’t give you away, “I’m kinda tired, Sam.”

“Oh, come on, it’s early still! Wanda isn’t even here yet, I want you to meet her.”

“I can meet her in the morning. I am staying the weekend, you know.” You answer quickly, shifting your eyes toward Bucky, who know leans over a pool table. He stands up straight, lighting a cigarette before he catches your gaze, “Sam, please.”

Your brothers dark eyes bounce between yours, his forehead crunching as he squints, “Are you okay?”

You smile wider, trying to convince him. Your eyes dart to Bucky, then back to Sam, “Yes.”

He turns away from you, his eyes scanning the people around you, “Did someone touch you? I swear to fuck, I’ll-”

“Sam, I’m fine.” You reassure him, ignoring the constant leer of your unwanted companion, “I’ll see you back at your place, ok?”

Sam squints again but finally relents, leaning in and kissing your check, “Text me when you get there?”

You smile, moving out of Bucky’s eye line, “Of course.”

You move back outside, shoving your hands into the pockets of your jacket as you head straight to your car. You’re almost there, pulling out the hand that grasps your keys. You hear the door click as it unlocks, and you reach for the door handle, feeling the metal under your fingertips. You stop, closing your eyes as a cool Texas breeze whips around you. You let out a breath, then suck in some air again. It’s only then do you realize the dampness between your legs.

You open your eyes, staring over the top of your car into the dim lit parking lot. You shift and squeeze your thighs together, a sharp jolt of electricity shooting through you. The fear in your chest, your shaky limbs, your dry mouth ass start to confuse you as the symptoms twist and turn into something else. This is arousal. The ghost feeling of his stubble on your skin makes your stomach tighten as your clit begins to ache. The rough denim of his jeans that rubbed against the inside of your thigh as he pinned you to the wall with his body makes your chest swell with lust and panic.

The entire scene was oddly erotic. His hot beer breath, his hand squeezing your face, the tears that threatened to spill… you’d never felt this way before. You’ve never had attention forced on you before. In the moment, it was terrifying but now? You’re body obviously doesn’t seem to mind.

You shake your head, pushing the thoughts away as you try and snap back to your senses. This isn’t right. What happened to you in there, wasn’t right. You shouldn’t feel this way. You flush with embarrassment, feeling it in the tips of your toes to the top of your head. You feel dirty for even entertaining it.

You pull on the door handle, pulling it open when suddenly, you’re violently pushed back into it. You’re whipped around, coming face to face with your attacker. You struggle against him, slapping and pushing, but to no avail. He grabs your hands and pins them to behind you to your car, his large hand clasping both your wrists.

“I’m gonna scream Bucky!” You warn, “I mean it!”

“The fuck you will.” He hisses, grabbing your chin.

Audible breaths fall from your mouth as your eyes bounce wildly between his. You don’t scream. You just stand there, pinned up against your car panic swells in your chest. Bucky peers back at you for a few seconds, before crashing his lips to yours. You groan loudly, trying to turn your head from side to side to get away from his invasive mouth. He pulls you from the car before he slams you back into it with a thud, pushing his leg between yours once more as you scream tightly.

He pulls back with a loud smack, leaving your mouth open as you drag in deep breaths of air. Your lips are swollen from the hard kiss, wetness splashing against your thighs as your arousal grows from the terror. Bucky stares back at you, a wild, dangerous look in his eye. He drops his line of sight to your jacket before lifting his eyes back to you, his own breath ragged as his chest rises and falls a little harder and faster. He tightens his grip on your hands before reaching up to violently rip open your jacket, the small silver buttons falling to the ground as they break.

He digs his hand into the top of your dress, pushing his fingers along your skin until they graze over your thick nipple. You hiss as he pinches the thick skin harshly, slamming your eyes shut as the sudden pain rips through you. He brings his hot mouth to your neck, sucking on your skin as his tongue darts out to lick at you.

He bites down without warning, and you nearly jump out of your skin. You push your hips into his as you let out a long, fluid moan.You bite your bottom lip as you begin to grind your hips against his thigh, your clit throbbing at the sensation of the denim. Bucky pulls back again, pulling your weight from the car and dragging you to the passengers side so he can keep his eye on the door of the bar.

He pushes you back against the car, grabbing your thigh and lifting it to crane your leg around his hip. His fingers reach underneath your dress, skimming along your soaked satin panties, another chuckle rumbling through his chest, “So fucking wet baby.” He mumbles.

He pulls the pale blue underwear from your waist harshly, ripping them totally. He stuffs the remnants of the material into his back pocket before unbuttoning his jeans, pulling his hard cock free. He slams into you without warning. You cry out, craning your head toward the sky as you throw your hands around his neck and shoulders to help steady yourself. Bucky covers your mouth with his hand, silencing you as he pulls out and slams back into you again.

“Don’t make a fucking sound. Hear me?”

His pace is fast and unforgiving as you groan into the palm of his hand. You bounce with his rhythm, your back sliding up and down the door of your car as he fucks you. You hold tightly onto his leather jacket as he leans into you, scratching at your jawline with his teeth. He sinks his teeth into your neck again and not even his palm can stifle the sound that erupts from you. It’s low and guttural, almost animalistic as the pain shoots through you.

The sound draws a scratchy grunt from Bucky, his hand slipping from your mouth and up into your hair, “Didn’t I tell you to keep your filthy mouth shut?” He asks, pulling your hair roughly.

You stifle the scream that scratches at your throat from the pain that prickles in your scalp. His hips continue to push into you, rough and fast, his thickness spreading and stretching your muscles as you feel each thrust in your stomach. A hand wraps around your neck, putting pressure on your airway as the other slinks around your waist. His fingernails scratch at your skin as he digs his digits into your flesh, squeezing so hard that you know you’ll have bruises after.

You feel dizzy; chills flood your body as your release begins to build. Jolts of electricity bounce within your stomach, your muscles tightening and flexing with every stroke. You dig your fingers into the leather of his jacket as tears slide down your cheeks from the force of his hips. He rocks into you again and your orgasm erupts, coursing through you with reckless abandon.

Your clit pulses as your walls clench around him. Liquid drips down your thighs as you come and splashes on the gravel below your foot. Within seconds, Bucky spurts into you, filling your sex with hot, white ribbons of his seed. He falls against you, the stubble on his cheeks cutting into your face and neck as you both breathe heavily.

You stand motionless, Bucky still buried to his hilt in your wetness, your leg still thrown around his hip. You stare out onto the parking lot, the gravity of what just happened heating your skin. Your hands fall to your sides as he leans back, removing his weight from your body. He pulls out of you unceremoniously and tucks himself back into his jeans, dropping your leg. You link eyes with him, your face hot with embarrassment and shame, your limbs shaky as he peers back at you.

Without a word, he walks off back toward the bar, digging into his pocket to pull out a pack of cigarettes. He pulls one out with his teeth, stopping and turning slightly as he lifts his hands to cover the tip with one and flicking open his gold lighter with the other. Another tear slips down your cheek as you watch him, frozen in your fear as he lights the cigarette. He cuts his eyes back toward you, expels a puff of smoke, and then turns away, moving back inside the bar.

You clutch your jacket in your fingers, covering your chest as you hurry back to the drivers side and fall into the seat. You slam the door closed and grip the steering wheel with both hands as water floods your eyes. You let out deliberate, shaky breaths as your vision tunnels in front of you. You close your eyes, flexing your fingers as you try and calm down.

So fucking wet, baby.

Your eyes pop back open. You squeeze your legs together. A jolt of electricity shoots through you. You bite your bottom lip as you blink slowly.

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A Sin Confessed - What’s Old is New Again Challenge

Prompt: “I do everything for a reason. Most of the time the reason is money.” – Ava Gardner

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Original Female Character

Summary: Brenna Wright was not a good person and the blue-eyed stranger that brought old memories to the surface of her mind? Well he was just a job.

Words: 5.3k

Warnings: Swearing, smut, dark, NSFW/18+ only

Author’s Note: Thank you to @darkficsyouneveraskedfor for this lovely challenge and the opportunity for me to explore a darker side of my writing! Also thank you to @justareader for checking over my French (I’m a little rusty)!

I loved writing this and honestly think Brenna might have to be a reoccurring character/this fic might need a part two...Enjoy!

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Brenna Wright was not a good person. Anyone who thought otherwise was either unfortunately ignorant or foolishly optimistic.

Things that would stop others in their tracks, were as simple as picking out furniture or ordering food at a restaurant for her. It was never a question of whether she should or should not – only the dilemma of who, what and how much. Sure, she had her limits. Every woman did. The only difference being, the limits of most were trivial aspects of pride, egoism, and disillusioned self-respect. Hers were simple – no children and no animals. Therefore, everything else was up for grabs. Theft. Arson. Intimidation. Kidnapping. Torture. Murder. And her personal specialty – bounty. For the right price of course. She wasn’t an idiot. And she sure as hell wasn’t cheap.

Good guys. Bad guys. She’d worked for them all. From those of renowned self-importance all the way down to the lowest of nobodies. She couldn’t care less. As long as she got paid, she did her job. No questions asked.

“Haven’t seen you for a while,” said the owner of the small corner store. He was an older gentleman, greasy around the edges with a wandering eye that made even her skin crawl. But the store was convenient. It was small, indistinct, and located in the middle of the city. Which meant the area around it was large and busy enough to make someone traveling to it invisible. People often frequented the location when they found themselves in need of discretion. Sure, there were plenty of other shops in the city that fit the same bill, but only this one sold the more…unsavory items. Eventually, the people she was looking for always showed up here.

“I’ve been working,” Brenna replied, hugging the oversized coat around her body and taking a moment to scratch at her arms and the side of her face – imitating the mannerisms of the part she was playing.

Letting out a short, boisterous laugh, the shopkeeper eyed her up and down from her unkept curls to her dirty clothes, and seemingly drugged out appearance, “I’ve got a few ways in mind on how you can make a little extra cash.”

“Il faut tourner sept fois sa langue dans sa bouche avant de parler,” she seethed under her breath, turning from his leering gaze and heading down an aisle. If the man was smart – he’d watch his mouth. But then again, she was only the woman he’d watched dissolve into addiction and mental illness for the past four years. And he was useful. If she killed him, it was unlikely the next owner would be as conveniently idiotic with a streak for the illegal.

Pretending to fiddle with a packet of gum, her eyes darted to the front door. The familiar chime sounded through the air and Brenna kept her eyes low as she covertly checked out the stranger who’d just entered. He was tall and large, his size taking up an impressive amount of space in the tiny shop. His figure, while solid and imposing, held a contrasting lightness to it. The juxtaposition of his heavy density but delicate way in which he stepped intrigued her. Stumbling through the aisles, she made sure to draw enough attention to catch his eye. Reveling when the stranger’s gaze darted to her for the slightest of seconds, she turned to the cooler and began to mumble nonsense under her breath as she used the reflection of the glass to continue watching.

“Can I help you?” the shopkeeper asked, standing taller and squaring his shoulders in a pathetic attempt to make himself seem intimidating. The stranger didn’t seem fazed in the least, stepping up to the counter.

“I need papers,” said the stranger, his voice a soothing gravelly tone.

“Papers?” The shopkeeper feigned an incredulous, dumb expression, “I’m not sure what you mean.”

Brenna rolled her eyes; it was the same every time. Why the man bothered, she had no idea. He always dropped the act after the second inquiry.

“Listen – let’s not waste our time. I know you provide papers, so just take this—” the stranger spoke low and firmly, reaching into his backpack and pulling out a heavy manila folder before slamming it onto the counter “—and do your fucking job.”

Brenna’s eyebrows rose against her will; that was definitely a response she had never heard before. You’d think from the ease in which the stranger handled the situation, he’d been here before – but he hadn’t. She knew that. Even when she wasn’t here, she kept tabs on all her spots. A flash of metallic silver caught her eye. A sliver of metal peeking through the gap between his gloved hand and clothed arm.

Bingo.

Reaching into the cooler and grabbing a forty of malt liquor, she stumbled to the front, pushing herself between the stranger and the tense shopkeeper.

“Listen—” she slurred “—Chessa. I don’t have enough for this today, but I swear, I’ll have the money tomorrow.”

“I’m dealing with a customer here woman, besides you know the rules – no handouts. I’m not running a charity for fucking junkies.”

“Oh, come on, Chessa. You know I’m good for it!” she pleaded, knocking into the stranger and leaning heavily over the counter. “I’m good for the money Chessa. I’m good for it.”

The harsh smack of the back of shopkeeper’s hand to the side of her face made her head snap to the side and her ears ring. The throbbing pain and blood that pooled in her mouth was expected but not the worst she’d ever felt – he hit like a fucking bitch.

“Fuck you!” she exclaimed, reeling back and smashing the glass bottle of liquor onto the laminate flooring before storming out of the shop with the sound of the shopkeeper slinging a disgusting string of abuse following behind.

Walking down the street and turning into an alleyway, she worked her jaw back and forth, spitting the blood that had pooled in her mouth onto the filthy cement.

“Salaud. Un jour, je vais le tuer,” she grumbled to herself, leaning against the damp brick alley wall and waiting. The stranger was definitely her target. That much was true. The opportunity to lean in and confirm that the flash of silver she’d spied was in fact, a full metal arm, almost made getting back handed like a bitch worth it. Almost.

A few minutes later, the stranger, clad in a grubby red Henley and tattered ballcap, walked right past her. People were so predictable. Waiting a beat, she turned out of the alley and began to follow the man at a leisurely pace, mentally noting the small details about him that might be helpful later. Things like how he favored his right side, but still walked with his weight drawn to the left; most likely due to the metal arm. A metal arm – she’d seen it all now. When her employer had briefed her on the job, she’d made a mental note of the unusual characteristic. The way they had described him, extremely dangerous and not to be underestimated, she assumed they wanted her to take him out. But to her surprise, they insisted that he be taken in alive. What made this guy so special? Eyeing the backpack strapped securely around his center and the multipurpose boots laced tightly, she could tell he was ready to run at any moment. The way in which he handled the shopkeeper said he was a man of action – he had no time to fuck around. But there was a reservation to the way in which he did it that made it known he wasn’t desperate either. That was something different from the people she was usually hired to find. Still – he had shown up exactly where she expected him to be. Twice now. He was just as predictable as all the rest. If she was right, he’d turn left any second now.

Just as she predicted, the man took a left turn on the following street. Smirking to herself, she lowered her head and keeping a casual pace, turned the corner as well. However, her confidence was shaken when she found no sight of the stranger upon rounding the corner. Where could he possibly have gone? Speeding up, Brenna scanned the area around her, looking for any signs of the stranger with the metal arm. What was it her employer had said? Do not underestimate him? It was her confusion that kept her from spotting the movement to her left until it was too late. A hand reaching out from the gap between two buildings grabbed her by the collar of her jacket and pulled her into the small space. The section between the two buildings could hardly be called an alleyway – more like an architectural blip as the width was only large enough for herself and an inch of space from where the stranger stood, looking down at her dangerously.

The first thing she noticed was the striking color of his eyes. Impossibly blue. Clear and blue with the slightest mix of green around the iris. It was like looking into a beautiful, crystal clear pond. The thought held reminiscent of another time. Another life. Strong arms, a rich umber color, same as hers, holding her close. A soft breeze. The light chirp of Citril finches high above.

“Why are you following me?” he asked, speaking low and sternly.

Lost in the mixed emotions of his eyes and the memories they produced; she did not answer right away. Instead she stared at him dumbfounded as if she hadn’t done this almost her entire life.

“I’m not going to ask again—” the stranger leaned forward, the hot puff of his breath hitting her face “—why are you following me? Who do you work for?”

Thinking fast on her feet, Brenna found herself taking an approach she never had before. But then, this target was different from any other she’d encountered. He was smart. Smart enough to figure out she was following him in less than ten minutes. Perhaps he knew in the corner shop when she’d bumped into him. Maybe even from the moment he’d walked in. If that were true, then he knew she used disguises, deception, and lies to do her job. She needed a new approach. She needed to intertwine honesty with the lies.

“Hydra. I work for Hydra.”

His grip tightened on the collar of her jacket, a second hand coming up to wrap around her neck. Brenna suppressed the instinctual reaction to fight back. She was working an angle here and based on the strength and the mechanical whirring of the arm that currently held her life in its hand, she knew when she was at a disadvantage.

“Let me guess, they hired you to find me. Take me back?”

She nodded, feeling the grip tighten and her air supply cut off little by little. Every fiber of her being begged for her to fight for her life – to twist and squirm in his grip. Yet, she stayed still; the whole time, never looking away from the intensity of his stare. The secret to a good lie was always in the eyes.

“Well I’m not goin’ back. So, give me one good reason why I shouldn’t snap your neck right now,” the blue-eyed stranger said, looming over her as black spots began to overtake her vision.

“You—” she struggled with the words, her body screaming for the sweet relief of oxygen “—you got out. You got away. How?” Her body, no longer able to remain slack, convulsed, hands flying up claw at the unmoving forearm. Legs kicking out underneath her, she dangled from her neck alone. His hand did not loosen, but the expression on his face softened ever so slightly. A micro-expression of confusion.

“Why do you care?” he asked her, still holding tight to her airway. Either he was unaware of just how close she was to passing out, or he didn’t care. Brenna used every last ounce of her strength to stay conscious. The focus of her eyes went blurry, her head swam, but her answer to his question was surely the answer to her survival as well.

“I want out too.”

When she awoke, the first thing Brenna became aware of was a dry heat and the sound of running water. Opening her eyes, she took in the sight of a small bedroom. It was dirty; wallpaper peeled from the walls in thick, grey strips revealing the rotting plaster behind it. Floorboards covered in dirt and dust, warped and twisted, giving the floor an unusual texture. Across the room sat an old space heater, plugged into a questionable outlet that threatened electrical fire at any moment. It was aimed directly at her body, which was unmistakably absent of the clothes she’d been wearing earlier. Instead, only her panties and undershirt remained. Attempting to roll from the bed, she found herself hindered by an unforgiving pull at her wrists. Looking above her head, she saw her wrists expertly bound to the old, iron headboard. The knot was unyielding as she pulled firmly at it, testing its strength. Her heart rate sped, but she willed herself to stay calm, present, collected. Nothing felt amiss as she took a moment to assess her body. No aches or pains in any place but her neck and face. The water she had heard upon waking up, was now very clearly the sound of a shower running. Eyes scanning the room, she spotted her clothes sitting on an old chair. This wasn’t the worst scenario she had ever found herself in. Montreal would still be the worst. This was nothing. She just needed a plan.

Unfortunately, Brenna was given no time to come up with one. From the other room, the sounds of a squeaky faucet turning and someone shuffling around could be heard. When the stranger appeared from behind the bathroom door, he was dressed once again in the same dark wash jeans, but this time with a fresh, loose fitting t-shirt. His feet were bare, a bold choice in her opinion, but then again, the person in charge of finding him was right there, tied to his bed. His hair hung, wet and tousled, dripping water onto his shoulders and sliding down onto the expanse of his metal arm. In short sleeves, Brenna was able to see the full extent of the appendage. It was more magnificent than she could have imagined. It moved, shifted, twitched like a one of flesh and blood. Yet there is was – an amalgamation of metal, gears, and wires. Shifting her gaze from the mechanical anomaly, she took in the rest of him. He really was quite handsome. Strong jawline, high cheekbones, a nice symmetrical face, a built physique, a little pretty, a little rugged. If she wasn’t worried he would kill her any moment, she’d find the fact that she was tried up in his bed to be exciting. It wasn’t often that she received a job that was so easy on the eyes. And Brenna was never one to pass up opportunistic situations.

“You’re awake,” said the stranger, walking over to the small chair and moving her clothes out of the way before sitting down. The wood groaned under his weight, but he trusted it as he sat down fully. He’d sat in it before – which meant he’d most likely been in this location for longer than a few days.

“And alive,” Brenna responded, staring hard at the man across from her. “Why?”

The blue-eyed stranger took a moment to contemplate the answer, staring through her as he clenched his jaw, “You said you wanted out. I figured if that were even remotely true, I should try to help.”

“That’s quite a bit of generosity for someone who’s running for their life. Savior complex?”

“Heavy conscience. I have a several lifetimes to atone for.” He spoke the words with a burdensome resolution.

“I think you and I both know that there’s no atonement for the things we’ve been forced to do,” she half lied. It was true there was no saving her soul, but no one had forced her to do anything against her will in almost twenty years. The way in which the blue-eyed stranger assessed her, gave her hope that her plan was working. She was building a rapport. However, the part of her that craved danger found itself unable to hold back a flirtatious comment, “But you know what they say – A sin confessed is half forgiven. Care to confess and repent, Blue Eyes? I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”

He laughed unamusedly, leaning back in the chair and crossing his arms in front of his chest, “I think I’ll pass.”

The crossing of his arms only seemed to fuel the inappropriate attraction she was feeling. His arms and shoulders were so ridiculously large, and it had been so long since she’d had someone…large. Flexing her fingers, Brenna could feel the blood draining from her hands, leaving a tingling feeling behind. Pulling on the restraints she slid herself into a sitting position, “Tell me, Blue Eyes, do you always tie up the women you help?”

“I had to make sure you wouldn’t run away before I decided to trust you. I also needed a shower. Didn’t know when you’d wake up.”

“And my clothes?” Brenna asked him, raising an eyebrow.

“After you passed out, I figured it was best to search you for weapons,” he answered, continuing to stare at her, a bored expression plastered across his face.

“Well you were certainly thorough. Did you have your fill while I was unconscious?”

“That implies that I cared enough to look.”

Brenna smiled, slow and sly as she narrowed her eyes at him, “Pity.”

She couldn’t say for certain, but she could have sworn she saw the corner of his mouth twitch at her comment.

“Well, are you going to untie me, or do I have the pleasure of staying on your bed, half-naked, for the forceable future?”

The blue-eyed stranger stood, stalking towards her as he pulled a knife from his pocket. Brenna’s flinched at the flick of the blade, an instinctual reaction that she could tell made the man pause for a fraction of a second.

“Well, you didn’t have any weapons on your person. Not even a knife. If Hydra had sent you to capture me and you had been serious about doing it, I doubt you’d come empty handed,” he mused, reaching your side and leaning over her grabbing for her wrists.

“Just like that then? You didn’t find anything on me, so you trust me?” A decent amount of skepticism would be expected in a situation like this. A woman looking to get out from under the thumb of Hydra and their dastardly ways. A woman genuinely putting her trust in this stranger.

“You tell me something—” he stared down at her, knife paused against the rope at her wrists “—They must have told you about me when they assigned you to find me. Why in the world would you trust me to save you?” Brenna couldn’t help it, once again she was lost in the strange familiarity of the blue-green depths of his eyes. Like floating in the crisp waters of a memory.

“I didn’t,” she answered truthfully, fully intending to make up something contrived and pathetic. However, her mouth was speaking before her mind could catch up, iterating the thoughts that flowed through her head. “Not at first. And then I looked in your eyes and knew that I could.”

And she did. If she genuinely was looking to put her trust in someone, it might just be the man in front of her. But she wasn’t looking to trust anyone.

The blue-eyed stranger assessed her for a few more seconds, before pushing his blade through the thick rope as if it was paper thin. At the sweet release of her arms, Brenna brought them to her chest, rubbing at the tender skin as blood began to flow back into the appendages. Upon seeing that he had not stepped away from her, Brenna looked up at the blue-eyed stranger a breath away from her. He looked at her; he was searching for something – but for what she did not know. The truth? Her secret? Her story? Whatever it was, it didn’t matter. He’d never get it.

“Trying to find something, Blue Eyes?” she asked playfully.

He pulled back, as if he had just become aware of his staring in that moment. Shaking his head and stepping back, he gave her space to swing her legs over the edge of the bed.

“Shower’s free if you want one – can’t promise there’ll be a lot of hot water,” he said, turning from her and heading towards the doorway that lead out of the bedroom.

“It’s a shame I didn’t wake up sooner. We could have conserved the hot water by sharing.” Her comment fell on deaf ears as he continued out of the room. Laughing to herself, Brenna stood and entered the bathroom, not bothering to close the door behind her as she turned the water on and stripped from the rest of her clothes. Taking a moment to stare in the mirror above the sink, she assessed the damage to her face and neck. Red and yellow bruising was already making an appearance on her skin across her left cheek bone and in a ring around her neck. Delicately, she traced the handprint that graced the golden-brown skin of her throat. In a few days they would fade, but till then she was marked with the evidence of being bested by her target. Her normally springy, dark brown curls hung limp and frizzy above her shoulders – partly from her own doing to appear the part of ‘down on her luck’, but also from, what she could only assume, the less than careful way she was transported to the apartment she currently resided.

Stepping into the lukewarm water, she reveled in the feel of it running down her body. Eyeing the contents of the shower, she was not surprised to see a lack of conditioner. Picking up the bar of soap, she began to work it over her body, wiping away the grime and dirt. She scrubbed at her nail beds, thoroughly before set the bar down and sighing at the two-in-one shampoo. Her hair would not thank her for it, but she reasoned it was better than the gritty feeling on the surface of her scalp. So, she squeezed a small amount onto the palm of her hand and made special care to keep the product near her scalp only. Standing under the heavy stream, she contemplated what her next move was.

Clearly, she had gained his trust or at the very least did not come off as a threat to him. She could laugh at the thought. Just as much as people were predictable, they were equally narrow-minded and uncreative. Why did everyone always assume that the small were weak or that you needed something as primitive as a knife or a gun to incapacitate a man? Rolling her head from side to side, she knew that this whole thing could end in a matter of seconds if she wanted it to. She could easily have the man immobilized at her feet and be collecting her money. But where was the fun in that? It was so rare that she found herself in a titillating scenario as the one she was in now. No, it would be so much more satisfying to see how far she could push the ‘kindred broken spirits, looking for a new life and purpose’ thing.

Turning off the water that had long run cold, she pulled the curtain back and stepped out onto the ratted, thread-bare mat. Looking to the open doorway, she found the blue-eyed stranger standing, towel and her folder clothes in his arms. He stood solid and stoic; his face inscrutable as his eyes scanned the line of her body. Like a heavy-handed caress, he followed her hills and valleys from the curve of her full thighs to the peaks of her modest breasts. Sexual tension hung in the space between them like the steam that floated throughout the humid air around her. Stepping lightly across the bathroom floor, she took the towel and clothes from his arms.

“Thank you,” she spoke softly, watching with rapt interest as the man before her appeared to battle with something internally. Presented to him like a feast for the starving, she wondered why he did not partake in tasting the delicacy before him. Was it the heavy conscience he claimed the possess? Or was it something far more trivial – such as the simple issue of consent. People really ought to just take what they want. Rising onto her toes, the towel and clothes dropped to the floor as she wrapped her arms around his neck and brought her full lips to brush against the warmth of his own mouth. Fingers of flesh and metal gripped her naked body as they consumed each other – lips, tongue, and teeth. Pressing her wet form into the hard plane of this body, the blue-eyed stranger groped the ample flesh of her ass tightly as they stumbled in the direction of the bed. Turning him, Brenna used the full force of her strength to push him onto the mattress below her. He fell, willingly, allowing her to climb onto his lap, taking his own wrists in her hands and pinning them above him. Her wet curls hung heavy around her face, dripping the blue-eyed stranger below her, but he didn’t seem to care as he broke from her grasp and reached up to cup the back of her head. He pulled her down, capturing her bottom lips between his teeth.

The control she had was short lived. Distracted by the heat of his kiss, she allowed the blue-eyed stranger to gain the upper hand. Flipping them over so that she lay on her stomach, face pushed into the firm springs of the mattress, he reached around her and massaged the tender flesh of a breast. Arching her back, Brenna pressed her ass firmly into the front of his jeans, rewarded by the rigid length of his cock. Growling low in his throat, he bit down on the junction of her neck and shoulder causing her to cry out. He continued to nip and suck at the sensitive flesh of her shoulder as he braced himself above her, right hand traveling from her breast to the juncture between her legs. Finding the flesh there warm, wet, and ready, he wasted no time in plunging his fingers into her depths. Brenna moaned, low and needy as he stroked her in long, forceful pulls.

Pulling from her completely, Brenna felt empty and wanting. Moving to turn, a hand to the center of her back kept in place as the sounds of shuffling fabric filled her ears. The next thing she knew, she was being filled by the white-hot length of him. Thick and long and raw, he bottomed out in her before pulling out slowly and reentering with similar force. Wrapping his metal arm around her middle and his flesh arm across her chest, he laid his body flush against her as he fucked her. The intimate way in which he took his time, languidly and passionately bringing her towards her crest, contrasted so unbearably well with the rough and filthy fact that he’d rather have her this way – unable to see her face as he entered her and still wearing all his clothes.

It wasn’t long before she could feel the familiar pressure building within her. Nails digging into the flesh of his forearm, Brenna found what little power she could in the movement of her hips. Grinding back against him, they battled for dominance over the pace and angle as they both chased their own release. Never before had she fought for control in bed. Like most things in her life, it was an area she governed – domineering and calling the shots in her own pleasure. However, now, as the blue-eyed stranger plowed into her at a pace he dictated, she found herself panting and whining like a desperate woman asking for permission. What was it about this man that made every facet of her being fade away – replaced only by someone reckless and willing to potentially lose?

A few more thrusts and her orgasm overtook her, leaching the ecstasy from her very bones. The blue-eyed stranger followed quickly, pulling out and spilling on the small of her back. Brenna took a moment to catch her breath as he collapsed beside her. In a surprising act of intimacy, the blue-eyed stranger pulled her into his side, wrapping an arm protectively around her. Looking at the relaxed expression on his face, Brenna couldn’t help but feel as though she should feel guilty. It was unfortunate his peaceful state was about to end. Parting her lips, she reached discretely into her mouth and grasp her front left canine between her thumb and pointer finger. She pulled it with little effort, twisting as she went until she felt the familiar pop. Taking the tooth from her mouth, she revealed the sharp, needle end where the root should be. There was no hesitation in her movements as plunged the metal into the side of his neck, knowing instantly that the tranquilizer was already seeping into his system.

The blue-eyed stranger’s eyes flew open, scrambling away from her as he brought a hand up to the point of entry. A shocked and confused expression washed across his face, and then one of sick realization. Brenna slid from the bed, standing and walking towards her discarded clothes in the bathroom. The stranger tried to follow her, falling pathetically to the floor as his legs gave way underneath him. She dressed quickly, reaching into the pocket of her coat and pulling out an old, burner phone – something he had apparently deemed nonthreatening. She snapped a picture of him, lying there helplessly, staring at her with betrayal in his blue-green eyes.

Texting the proof of a job well done to her employer, along with the words “It’s done. Come and get him.”—incase the picture wasn’t clear enough, she discarded of the phone out the window, no longer in need of it.

“They should be here soon. Try to keep it together until then – wouldn’t want you choking on your own tongue, now would I?” she remarked, heading towards the door.

“Why?” The words stopped her. She supposed he deserved an answer.

Turning around, she sauntered over to him and crouched down on the balls of her feet. She took his handsome face in her hand, squeezing his jaw between her fingers as she stared into the depths of his for the last time. Why indeed. She could have plunged that needle into his neck at any moment. So why had she decided to do it this way?

Tonguing the empty space within her upper row of teeth, she took a moment to ponder the answer before speaking, “I do everything for a reason. Most of the time the reason is money. But you, Blue Eyes? You were more personal. I did you…for me.”

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Late's Masterlist

Welcome to my Masterlist. I also have an AO3 account (Late_to_party_81) where I also post my stories.

Most of my works are rated Explicit for Sexual content and or Violent Themes. Minors, please DNI.

Remember; likes are loved, but reblogs are golden and all types of positive comments are welcomed, be they words, keyboard smashes or gif spam!

Requests are currently CLOSED, however asks are always open - come say hi!

Fic request information is available here for when requests are open.

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Most Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Header by @lilacevans

All banners, other dividers and mood boards by me (Credits to those who took the photos)

Key: 🥰 Fluff 😭Angst 🍆Smut 🍑WLW smut 🌑Dark 🩸Violence 🌶 Suggestive

An Artist and an Engineer 🥰🍆A Stucky x Reader - Non-Powered AU (WIP)

A Place on Earth 🥰😭🍆A Starker Canon Divergent AU (Done) plus Drabbles

SamBucky Stories 🥰😭🍆🌑🌶 Post Canon Series and Character Celebration events

Checkmate 🥰😭🍆🩸🍑🌑🌶A Loki x OFC Canon Divergent AU (Complete)

Ojos Asi 🥰😭🍆🩸Joaquín Torres X SWORD Agent! Reader (Complete)

Conclave 😭🍆🩸🌑Soft!Dark! SamSteveBucky x Reader - Apocalypse AU (WIP)

[River Deep] Mountain High 🥰😭🍆M'Baku x Journalist Reader (WIP)

You, Me and the Other Guy 🥰🍆Bruce Banner/Hulk x Reader (WIP)

I love you, then I hate you (and then I love you more) 🍆MeanDom! Steve x Sheild Administrator Brat! Reader

My beginning, my end, my everything 🍆😭🥰🩸Alpha!Nomad! Steve x Omega Reader

A little bit older 🍆😭🥰 DBF! Steve x Inexperienced Reader

Ari and his Angel 🥰🍆🌶Ari Levinson x Female Reader

Canon Adjacent

Full AU

Chris Evans Characters

Sebastian Stan Characters

Red, White and Royal Blue

All New 22 250/300 Follower celebration for me and @yarnforbrains

500 Follower Celebration All my little 'pass the parcel' and 'giftbag' drabbles

Kinktober 2022 Get your kink on this October

Challenge Yourself Challenge fics by others and drabble requests by me for my 1k celebration

Bucky Barnes Bingo 2023 Will I get a black-out this year? Yes!

Into an alternate Juni-verse 2023 A connect 4 mini- event

Hot Bucky Summer 2023 13 weeks of Bucky-based, sexy shenanigans

Stucky Bingo Round 5 Stretching my 'ship' wings

Steve Rogers Bingo Round 3 Have I taken on too many Bingo's at once? Never!

Build a Bucky Bingo Round 1 Another bingo? Why yes!

Into an alternate Juni-verse 2024 A connect 4 mini - event, again!

Stucky Geek Events Bingo Round 1 All the bingos!

The music that we make A Bucky x reader mood board

Bullet in the gun A Stucky mood board

A Study of Seb A Sebastian Stan mood board

Save a horse, ride a cowboy (or two) A Steve x Reader x Bucky Cowboy AU mood board

Queen of all she surveys An Alpine and Bucky mood board

But what if we did? Lord Laufeyson x Governess Reader mood board with short blurb

Because she glitters you'll give her the world Mob!Reader x Sugarbaby! Wanda mood board with short blurb

The Champion’s Tribute Shrinkyclinks Stucky AU fibre art

The Charming Man Shrinkyclinks Stucky AU fibre art

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MidnightsWithDearKatyTSPB's Masterlist 03/02/2023

Peaky Blinders

Series:

In This Heart >> Tommy Shelby x OFC!Estella Holland - Summary: Two souls, forever bound in the multiverse.

Ted Lasso (Coming Soon...)

Drabbles:

I'm Falling Too (coming soon)

Chris Evans

One-Shots:

Never Just A Kill >> Chris Evans x Teacher!Reader - Summary: Chris really just wants a kiss but honestly the reader knows better, a kiss is never just a kiss.

His Favorite Day >> Chris Evans x Reader - Summary: Chris’s favorite day of the year is your birthday.

Steve Rogers

One-Shots:

Can I Have This Dance? >> Steve Rogers x Reader - Summary: 4 times the reader asked Steve to dance with her and one time Steve her.

You've Been Everything >> Steve Rogers x OFC!Orchid Black - Summary: They haven’t shared a bed in months, the snap has changed them both. There is no one to blame.

Blurbs:

I'll Stand By You >> Steve Rogers x Reader - Summary: Steve Rogers will never leave you, no matter how dark your past is.

Series:

It Takes A Village >> Steve Rogers x Reader - Summary: The saying "it takes a village to raise a child," never rang more true. (coming soon.../TBA)

Bucky Barnes

One-Shots:

Take On Me >> MusicProducer!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader - Summary: Reader gets asked what is the most romantic thing she could dream of Bucky doing for them, Bucky pulls out all the stops with the help of their friends.

Maybe 107 It's So Bad >> Bucky Barnes x Reader - Summary: It’s Bucky’s birthday and the gangs all here to throw him a party but the thing is he’s just not that into it. That is till the reader gives him his birthday gift.

I Hear A Symphony >> Bucky Barnes x Mutant!Reader - REQUESTED -- Summary: Reader plays an important song to her for Bucky.

Everything's Gonna Be Alright >> Bucky Barnes x OFC!Stark - Summary: Bruce snaps everyone back into existence and Thanos is gone. 5 years have passed and many things have changed for Remedy Stark, she’s an older sister, her dads gotten married to her mother figure and she isn’t sure where she fits in it all.

Drabbles:

Oven Mitts >> Mafia!Bucky x Reader — Summary: Bucky just wanted to surprise his wife with a cooked meal for being amazing.

Series:

The Spark >> CountryMusicStar!Bucky Barnes x CountryMusicStar!OFC Sparrow Lake — Summary: What do you do when the man who holds your career comes to you with an ultimatum that not only affects you but the lives around you? That is what is happening for Sparrow Lake, she thought she would start 2020 with just her close friends and family, but when Tony Stark shows up at her family’s Smokey Mountain home with fellow country star Bucky Barnes and their manager, that was not going to happen. (To Be Rewritten...)

Sebastian Stan

Better Than This (Sebastian Stan x Muscian!Reader [Mini-Series/Hiatus]

Better Than This: The Precipice [1/?] » Sebastian Stan x Reader - Drabble — Summary: Sebastian wakes to find his girlfriend missing in bed and hears music; he knows she playing music, but the story it’s telling is a sad one.

Better Than This: Another Day in Paradise [2/?] » Sebastian Stan x Reader - Drabble — Summary: Y/N, with the help of Mary, throws Sebastian a wonderful birthday Italian feast. After everyone has gone home with the assurance of Mary, he decides to just tell Y/N how much she means to him.

Better Than This: Forever & For Always [3/?] » Sebastian Stan x Reader - Drabble — At Y/N Grandmother’s birthday party, Sebastian has an extra birthday gift and the whole family, but Y/N is in on it.

Better Than This: You Song [4/?] » Sebastian Stan x Reader - Drabble — It’s a pretty rough time of the year for siblings Y/N and Bey, but they have an amazing support system who do everything they can to make them happy. Even if it sometimes includes random musical moments and tap-dancing shoes.

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Anna's August Fic Recs

Welcome to my August fic recommendations masterpost!! This has been quite a busy month for me but I'm holding onto last weeks of freedom. I am trying to read as much before uni starts and I had a pleasure of reading some brilliant fics this month. I am so excited to share them with you all! I hope your summer is going amazing and to those, who have just started classes - good luck!

To all the writers - I love you and I appreciate you so much!

To all the readers - please, share the fics you read and love. The reblog really makes the change! It’s the least we can do to show our gratitude.

HOLLAND & Co.

✨ Tom Holland

revenges is sweet by @t-lostinworlds

series, social media au, college!au, football player!tom, fake dating, idiots to lovers, all of our fave tropes, i am invested in this series more than i am in my own life, it's just that good

sunkissed by @duskholland

one-shot, 18+, surfer!tom x lifeguard!tom, exes to lovers, h's great mind at its finest 👏

souvenirs of the heart by @veryholland

one-shot, brought me to tears no joke, such a beutiful story, mila did such an amazing job!!

heartbreak girl by @lauras-collection

one-shot, 18+, lead singer!tom, based on 5SOS song, this is so goooood 😫😫 this story lives in my heart rent free right nextdoor to laura!!

act 1: scene 5 and 6 by @youandtom

one-shot, best friends to lovers, helping tom with learning lines, i loved this very much!

happier than ever by @vendettaparker

one-shot, tom being the great lad he is comes to save an awful date and we stan

the trial of the eldest holland by @reawritesthings

one-shot, ex!tom, welcome to the angst town! this is so deeply heartbreaking but so beautifully written!

lucky to be in love by @hollandsvogue

one-shot, rose is going staright for my silly little heart :')

slide in by @uglypastels

one-shot, frat!tom, i fall in love with this story time and time again

white winged dove by @muhollands

one-shot, 18+, conuntry!tom, insert country boy i love you vine here (also, i'd like to take this moment to kindly invite you all to go through d's whole masterlist cause it's brilliant. this mj blurb has sent me straight to hell but it's so worth it)

abide by @hazofmyheart

one-shot, 18+, mob!au, tom x reader x harrison, this made me feel some type of way 👁👄👁

getting ahead of ourselves by @/hazofmyheart

one-shot, 18+, college! lacrosse player!tom holland x tutor!reader, this is soft, this is cute, this is hot, this is everything! 12/10 would recommend

✨ Harrison Osterfield

little lune by @dovenymph

one-shot, celebrating your birthday with haz, made me want a refund for my birthday cause it's so lovely 🥺🥺

it will come back by @greenorangevioletgrass

one-shot, part of the rich kid!au series, 18+, richkid!haz x richkid!reader x actor!tom, there are no words in any language that would let me express how much i love ava and this au

✨ Harry Holland

wild side by @softholand

one-shot, 18+, best friends to lovers, that trope was made to be written about mister harry holland, i swear

lost in your light by @spider-barnes

one-shot, 18+, best friends to lovers, bloody lovely 💛

falling in love at a coffee shop by @/spider-barnes

one-shot, college!au, oh to fall in love with harry holland at a coffee shop 😫

hope is frightening thing by @peterplanet

one-shot, writer!reader x first da!harry, her book gets a film adaptation and harry is being is wonderful self 🥰

my forever by @unsaidholland

blurb, talking about your future with him, it's just 🥰🥰

circles by @farfromharry

one-shot, rich kid!au, enemies to lovers, so wonderful!

MARVEL

🎂 Suz's birthday fics

this total babe @samwilsons-pillowpecs gave us four beautiful gift on her birthday! we adore you, lovely 🥰 these stories are all wonderful anddeserve their own category 💛

you're the glitter in the dark

one-shot, 18+, mob!bucky

if i could touch you...

one-shot, 18+, boxer!steve

love you in a thousand ways

one-shot, 18+, ceo!sam

miss your kiss

one-shot, 18+, biker!thor

🎂@rodrikstark ’s 1.5k follower celebration!

collecion of headcanons with our favourite marvel boys as well as some other characters, i bloody love them all but my numer one has got to be joaquin teaching you spanish 😌

✨ Sam Wilson

book smart by @indyluckycharlie

one-shot, librarian!sam x PhD student!reader, such a warm and comfy little story by my dearest cate who i love very much 😌

he we go again by @/xbuchananbarnes

one-shot, idiots in love 🥰🥰

adventures in babysitting captain america and winter solider by @princessmisery666

one-shot, reader takes the boys to disneyland and it's just so amazing!

stay awhile by @lacapucharoja

one-shot, black!reader, a saturday morning with sam 😌😌

slow motion by @ambrosiase

one-shot, 18+, sam in baggy grey sweatpants and no underwear, need i say more?

✨ Steve Rogers

bullies, bullied by @anika-ann

one-shot, my main babe is blessing us with protective steve and i love her 🥰

there's a peace in dreaming by @babycap

one-shot, i don't have the words to tell you how stunning this story is, please go read it

✨ Bucky Barnes

timer by @xbuchananbarnes

series, soulmate!au based on the movie TiMER (2009). i could go on and on about how incredible that series is but with dani it's a given, sooo 🤷‍♀️

the kids will be alright by @imaginationintowords

series, social media au, lawyer!bucky x interior designer!reader, single dad!bucky, single mom!reader raising their kid together as friends, also reader x clark kent. honestly this is one of my fave social media aus of all time. and it's got a sequel is coming!!

quick fix by @ocean-bucky

one-shot, tfatws!bucky x ofc, vidra is the queen of ofc's, you simply can't not love her characters!

grant (part 2) by @coffeecatsandsarcasm

two-shot, bucky's in a relationship with a single mom with a little boy, it's so soft, i love this little family!

before sunset, i fell by @buckysbiota

one-shot, modern!au, when i get drunk i get myself cake, when reader got drunk, she got herself a husband. a very fine husband 😏

alcohol you later by @/xbuchananbarnes

one-shot, is it the 4th of dani's fics on this list? yes, she's just that powerful

three flags up by @starbuckie

one-shot, 18+, campcounselor!bucky x campcounselor!reader, best friends to lovers, buck being a cute little puppy in love and i adore him very much

and he kissed me right there by @sunmoonandbucky

one-shot, veteran!bucky, age gap, this is so full of feelings and it's gonna steal your heart!

lost and found by @sunshinebuckybarnes

two-shot, neighbour!bucky, alpine being the matchmaker of the year and we love that for her

hazy dreams and good mornings by @angrythingstarlight

one-shot, 18+, firefighter!bucky, i think that's enough encouragement to read this gem 😏

✨ Joaquin Torres

red by @remmysbounty

one-shot, a truly exceptional story!!

hold my words, keep us together by @/xbuchananbarnes

one-shot, soulmate!au, just simply stunning!

✨Peter Parker

love lies by @rosyparkers

series, social media au, y/n is silk but peter doesn't know it, peter is spiderman but y/n doesn't know it, sarah is the brightest star in the universe and everyone knows it

sunset lovers by @duskholland

one-shot, college! au, soulmate!au where what your soulmate writes on their skin, appears on yours. i don't think i have to tell you that eveything written by h, my beloved is pure gold. the softest thing!

always waiting (for you to come home) by @peterbenjiparker

one-shot, reader comes to peter cause she needs him to patch her up after patrol, it's so funny and sweet and i just love it so much, m is the bestest!!

perfectly a little late by @/t-lostinworlds

one-shot, college!au, reader forgets about peter's birthday. or does she 👀 please, give a round of applause for this wonderful writer who's been feeding us so well this month 👏👏

this fic by @peeterparkr

one-shot, last kiss with peter :') nancy knows all the most beautiful ways to break someone's heart

the plan by @spideyyeet

series, aveneger!reader, reader likes peter, peter likes mj, mysterio shows up, lots of angsty things happen. it's so bloody good, my mates, go read it!!

burning red by @spideyspeaches

one-shot, avenger!reader who who describes people's personalities as colors, it's just a stunning story with wonderful writing and i love it!!

this fic by @mcumendes

blurb, peter brings y/n flowers and is very very adorable!!

kiss me more by @celestialholland

one-shot, first make out with peter and i'm just 😫😫 in love

the reveal by @cloudybarnes

one-shot, best friends!reader where she finds out about him being spiderman, so lovely!!

always by @ptersmj

one-shot, an absolutely adorable best friends to lovers moment

red-handed by @/vendettaparker

one-shot, stark!reader, morgan interrupts y/n and peter's alone time 😏😂

OTHERS

✨ Spencer Reid

as told by flowers by @reidingmelodies

one-shot, story about the progress of the relationship with spencer told by flowers (duh 😂), it's just wonderful!!

✨ Frank Adler

thnks fr th mmrs by @wiypt-writes

one-shot, 18+, reader goes to frank the night before his wedding, i love this with everything i have

will you hold on my love by @writerwrites

one-shot, don't come anywhere near this piece without tissues!!

✨ Ransom Drysdale

undercover boss by @chase-your-dreams-away

series, reader's working at drysdales' company and hooks up with ransom not knowing who he is. this series is so bloody good! i love the reader in here so much!!

a/n: if you catch some kind of mistake or if you see that i miscredited someone - please let me know so i can change that!

#anna's fic recs #august fic recs #fic recs #marvel fic recs #tom holland x reader #harrison osterfield x reader #harry holland x reader #sam wilson x reader #bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x reader

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noshitbarnes · 1 year

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Better Now?: Chapter 5

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OFC

Summary: Sophia was 18 when Hydra kidnapped her, gave her abilities, and made her their new secret weapon. Now, flash-forward 9 years later and she’s living with the Avengers, trying to live with everything she did, and trust those she now calls teammates.

Warnings: language, fluff

Word Count: 3,736

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Bruce had left a few minutes ago, now Sophia was just laying in her hospital bed, thinking things over. She wasn't upset about the blackout anymore, she was more interested about the chip Tony and Bruce were working on. She instantly regretted not having asked Bruce more about it, but she was positive he’d tell her more when it was actually finished. Hoping that that would be sooner rather than later, she was ready to start feeling better. As she's laying there, staring at the ceiling, she suddenly hears a small knock at the door, "Hey Sophia, um, it's Steve. Can I come in?”

Sophia furrows her brows together, confused. Why was Steve here? Not that he wasn't allowed to come see her, of course he was, it was just odd. The pair hadn't talked that much except for the night before she blacked out, he did seem nice. To be honest, Sophia hadn't spent much time with anyone on the team, she didn't know much about any of them. She sighs sharply, positive he was just trying to be nice, so she might as well do the same, "Sure, come on it."

The door slowly opens to reveal a very tired looking Steve, he looks around the room slowly, before stepping inside. He closes the door behind him, and walks to the foot of the bed, giving Sophia a small smile. Steve's never been good around people outside of the team, not that he's shy, more that he doesn't know how to relate to them. Since Sophia was on the team now, he wanted to try to get to know her. The truth was, he's starting to worry about her, despite Bruce's insistence that she was awake and getting back to normal, he felt the need to see for himself, to ease his own mind, "So, um, how are you?”

Sophia sits up on the bed, so that she can see him better, and tilts her head slightly. He was wearing dark blue jeans and a tight fitting navy long sleeve shirt. His hair was slightly disheveled and his eyes didn't have the normal sparkle that she remembered. She silently wondered what could be on his mind to make him look so upset. After looking him over, she answers, "I'm conscious.”

"I'm glad, in fact we all are." He smiles and walks closer to her bedside, "Banner said that he's going to be placing that chip hopefully next week, so that’s good." He crosses his arms, "Are you nervous?”

“No.” She says flatly, which was true, Sophia had been through worse things. This was going to be a piece of cake and she'd be asleep, something she wasn't so lucky with when she was being tortured.

"Really? I think I would be." He chuckles to himself.

"I've had worse." She folds her hands across her stomach, "Bruce said it'll help me. I trust him.”

He nods in agreement, "He's a good man.”

Sophia's never really been good with people, well she's never been good at talking to attractive people, and she's also not good at small talk, so right now she's not really wanting to talk or look Steve in the eyes. Well, she would love to look Steve in the eyes, but she doesn't want to seem like a creep. Shyness aside, it's also been difficult lately to trust people's intentions, not so much the Avengers, just people in general, recovery is tough. Most of Sophia already trusted Steve, he was Captain America after all, but a small sliver of her heart was scared that he didn't actually care about her well being, that this was all a show to make him look good, so she needed to know, "Why are you here, Captain?"

Steve furrows his brows, slightly offended, but understanding her curiosity. Tony told him before Sophia even moved in that she may be hesitant or even blunt around everyone for a while. He needed to be honest with her if she was ever going to trust him, "Buck and I were the first to find you— you had us scared. I wanted to make sure you were getting better." He gives her a weak smile.

Sophia nods slowly, but continues, "Thank you, sir, but to be honest, I barely know you.”

Steve's eyes grow wide and then furrows his brows, "You barely know Stark, yet you seem to trust him so much more.”

She nods agreeing, "True, but why do you care who I trust and who I don’t?"

“I just want you to feel like you can trust all of us, not just a few." Steve ran a hand through his blonde hair, "We're like a family here.”

Steve seemed to really care about his team, it was endearing. He was everything a Captain should be, strong-willed, caring, courageous, and willing to go above and beyond for his team. Sophia had heard stories about him during her Hydra days, at least the things they wanted her to know. The way they hated and seemed to envy Steve, made her want to be like him, not hunt him down like they had really wanted. Sophia trusted him— she truly did— but something inside of her screamed to still have her guard up, but she didn't know why. Even though she hadn’t known anyone here for very long, they seemed to care and want to earn her trust. She did trust a few, like Clint and Bruce, but she really did want to feel at home here with everyone. She was just getting defensive for no reason, which was something she had to deal with and fix on her own, not take it out on Steve.

Sophia sighs and sinks in to her bed, "My apologies, I'm not trying to argue. I promise to try and become closer with you guys.” She hesitates for a moment than takes a deep breath, "I just need some time before I can trust everyone. It's nothing personal.”

Steve nods, "Bucky went through the same thing, so I get it. It took him a long time before he even trusted himself." He looks at the ground then back to her, "Ya know, he might be someone you could talk to. He's been through some similar things.”

Sophia fiddles with her fingers that are resting in her lap, "Yeah, people keep saying that." She looks up to meet Steve's eyes, "I just, I’m not ready to share with anyone else yet. Bruce is the only one who knows what really happened to me. Clint knows little things, nothing severe,” she shakes her head, “and Mr. Stark might know some things, he read my Hydra file.”

Steve nods and sighs, "No pressure, healing takes time. It's time for you to put yourself first, you deserve it." He smiles and she smiles back, "Let me know if you need anything, okay?”

Sophia nods, "Thank you, Captain." He laughs lightly, which makes her raise an eyebrow, “What?"

He shakes his head and raises a hand defensively, "It's nothing. It's just, are you always so formal?”

Sophia purses her lips and furrows her brows together, thinking to herself. Calling people by their rank or titles was something that had been ingrained into her brain while being with Hydra, so it came naturally now. Just one more thing that Sophia had to change, clearly it was odd to other people. She bites her lip lightly and shrugs, "I don't know. With a few people, I guess. I mean, you call people by their last names.”

He shrugs, "Yeah, a few people, not everyone though.”

Sophia rolls her eyes, ”Whatever," she wrinkles her nose, "I just feel awkward calling you Steve."

"Well, get use to it because that's my name." He winks and she feels her face grow hot, "I'll see you later, Sophia.”

**********

Wanda had stopped by after Steve had left and brought some books she thought Sophia would like. Sophia hadn't had much time to read lately, so she was thrilled! She missed reading, she read a lot while growing up in Germany. Her favorites were books she could learn something from, science types, probably why she had such an interest in biology while at LMU.

It was about 6 o'clock in the evening and Sophia was in the middle of the book, Artemis, when there was a light knock at the door. Without wanting to look up from the book or even to look who it was, she calls out, "It's open!”

She hears the door open and a deep voice ask, “Um, am I bothering you?”

Sophia looks up from the book to find Bucky, the last person she thought would stop by, “Oh, um, nope not at all.” She marks her place and closes the book, "I didn't expect to see you while I was here.”

Bucky was still standing in the doorway, looking slightly uncomfortable, clearly he wasn't good at talking to people either. He looked a lot like Steve, meaning he seemed tired, like he hadn't slept in a few days or at least not a lot. He looks at the floor while he answers, “Yeah, well, I'm the only one who hasn't stopped by.”

He was right, even Vision stopped by earlier when Wanda brought books, he didn't say much, but it was nice to see him. Sam came by too, he even brought some German chocolate, which was nice, even though Sophia preferred the dark stuff. Then Natasha stopped by before leaving for a mission, she brought a cellphone that she insisted Sophia use to keep in touch.

Sophia looks to Bucky skeptically, "So you came by because you felt guilty?”

"Not exactly." He walks over to the chair on her right and sits down, "I wanted to make sure you were getting better.”

She purses her lips and shrugs, "I suppose I'm better, I’m conscious any way.”

Bucky smiles slightly and looks you over, "I can see that.”

She bites her bottom lip, still nervous under his gaze, "Um, so Steve said that you and him were the ones who found me."

Bucky stiffens a bit, “Oh, um, he told you about that?”

"Yeah," she met his soft blue eyes and smiles, "thank you.”

He blinks slowly and then tilts his head, "For what?”

She chuckles lightly, "Well, if it wasn't for your super soldier hearing, who knows what would've happened.”

"Oh, well, um, you're welcome then." He shifts awkwardly in his chair.

Bucky wasn't exactly use to gratitude, not that people didn't say thank you to him, more that it was a rarity. So, for Sophia to actually be thankful for something he did, made him feel, a bit strange. None the less, he appreciated her kindness, especially since he didn't think he deserved it.

Sophia narrows her eyes at him a bit, "What's wrong?”

"Nothing," he answers a little too quickly, "um, okay, maybe something.”

She shifts in the bed a bit, so that she can see him better, "Well, what is it?”

"It's no big deal, honest. It's just," he sighs and leans forward resting his elbows on his knees, "Steve said he was worried about you and that maybe you and I should have a chat.”

Sophia knew she shouldn't be upset by what he said. The fact that Steve cared enough to send his best friend to talk to her was heartwarming. It was just something about the way Bucky said it was what upset her. He sounded like he didn't even want to be here with her at all, that he was only here as a favor to Steve.

She glares at him and crosses her arms, "Is that the only reason why you're here? Because your Captain told you too?"

He looks her dead in the eyes and answers, "If I said no would you even believe me?”

She narrow her eyes, "At this point, I wouldn't believe a word you said, Sergeant.”

He smirks playfully, "Steve was right, you really are a polite girl.”

Sophia wasn't sure if he meant that as a compliment, either way, it irked her more, "If you don't want to be here, just get the fuck out." She snaps, opening her book back up.

He raises a shocked eyebrow, “You have a mouth on you too.” Sophia just glares at her book harder, seeing that he wasn’t going to respond he continues, “I never said that I didn't want to be here," he leans back in his chair, "I just posed a question.”

Not looking up from her book, but not reading it either, she says, "Then why are you here?"

"I told you," he answers, "I wanted to make sure you were better now.”

It took everything in Sophia to hold back a smile. He was actually starting to seem genuine, which was a nice change from his earlier comments. Maybe Steve was right, perhaps talking to Bucky would help, even if it's just small talk. "Alright, Sergeant," looking back up from her book, "you can see that I'm better. Is there something you actually wished to discuss?”

Bucky shrugs, "I'm not the one that needs to talk, but I'm also fine with sitting here in silence if you just want company.”

Sophia tilts her head while thinking. Did she want to talk about anything? She still wasn't sure. She didn't know much about Bucky, other than the fact that he use to be the Winter Soldier. However, she did promise Steve that she would try to get along with everyone here, so might as well start with his best friend. She takes a deep breath and looks him in the eyes, "Do you like to read?”

Thrown off by her question, Bucky hesitates before he answers, "Um, I don't really have time to read," he smirks slightly, "it would be nice if I did.”

"Well, you've been blessed with time now" She gestures to the books over in the corner, "Wanda brought me those, you can borrow one if you want.”

He glances over at the pile of books on the table, then meets her eyes again, "I guess sitting here staring at you would be considered weird."

Sophia smiles while feel her face flushes and turns back to her book, "Yeah, um, that would be weird.”

Bucky chuckles while he stands up and goes over to where all of the books are, "So Wanda brought you all of these?”

She smiles big, “Yeah!"

"I didn't realize she had so many." He looks through them and picks up the first Game of Thrones book.

She nods toward the book in his hand, "Those are good books.”

"I feel like the only one who hasn't read them." He looks at it and walks back over to the chair, "Everyone here has read the books and watches the show.”

"I haven't watched the show because I've read the books." She laughs a little, "Movies and TV shows are usually worse than the book.”

He shrugs and sits back down, "I wouldn't know." He pauses for a moment then looks back at Sophia, "Um, is it okay if I stay here for a bit? Or do you wanna be alone?”

Oddly enough, Sophia was enjoying Bucky's company, it was nice to have him there. He was teasing her like she was normal and it was really comforting. Everyone else that visited her today kept treating her like she was a wounded kitten that needed rescuing. She knew they didn't mean any harm, but she really hated it. Bucky however, wasn’t drilling her and asking about what happened, why it happened, questioning her past, or anything— it was refreshing. He was even flirting a little bit and Sophia hasn't had anyone flirt with her in years, she knew it was harmless, but she still thought it was nice.

"You can stay," she hesitates, "you're different from everyone else.”

Bucky furrows his brows while he sits back down, thinking about what she just said. He's heard it before, but it was usually said because no one understood why he was different, "Um, in a bad way?”

She giggles and looks up to meet his eyes, "In a good way."

**********

Bucky got about halfway through the book when he happened to glance up at the clock and realize that it was close to midnight, "Shit, it's late. I should get going.”

He closes the book and looks toward Sophia on the bed, chuckling slightly, she was completely passed out. He hadn’t even realized that she fell asleep, he was too busy reading. Even though the pair had spent all evening together in silence, it was really nice. With everyone else here, it was awkward when it fell silent— except with Steve. Sophia was so different, it was refreshing. She made him feel normal, like he wasn’t some freak with a vibranium arm that didn’t belong. Maybe one day she would learn to trust him.

Bucky mentally shakes himself, bringing him back to reality. He looks back to Sophia's sleeping form, smiling at how peaceful she looked. Her long white hair was partially covering her face as she lay on the pillow, head turned on it's side facing him. The blanket was tucked around her legs and the book she had been reading was half open on her waist. No part of him wanted to wake her up, he knew she was still recouping from what had happened. If she wanted to talk about it, she already would have.

Bucky quietly gets up from his chair and makes his way over to her bedside. He gently takes the book out from under her hands and lay it on the bedside table, making sure to mark the page it was open to. He slowly pulls the blanket up and over her, he couldn't have her getting cold, which was kind of funny considering her powers. Tilting his head he looks her over, she looked so peaceful— beautiful. To think that Sophia had the ability to kill people, cripple governments, to do things that he once did, it shocked him, she seemed so fragile. Smiling gently he turns off the bedside lamp and walks to the door, looking at her one last time before he leaves. With the door shut behind him, he smiles to himself, at least he thought it was to himself.

"Look at you, Barnes, sneaking out of a girl's room.”

Bucky turns around quickly and sees Tony leaning against the wall opposite the door, arms crossed and smiling, "What do you want, Stark?”

“Nothing," Tony smirks, “friendly reminder though, I have cameras everywhere.” Bucky rolls his eyes and heads down the hall— but Tony follows, “Rogers didn’t ask you to stop in and talk to her.”

Bucky rolls his eyes at the lack of privacy, “What’s your point?”

“Um, you lied to her.” Tony chuckles, “Why can’t you just tell her the truth? That you wanted to see her. She’d probably be flattered that someone other than myself and Barton care.”

That makes Bucky stop in his tracks, “What makes you think I wanted to see her? Everyone stopped in to check on her.”

“I’m not an idiot.” Bucky just looks at him and Tony rolls his eyes, “You were concerned when we talked about implanting a chip in her brain. You care what happens to her.”

Bucky scoffs and looks at the wall behind Tony, “I do not.”

“Bullshit!” Tony growled back, “The girl needs someone who cares. Someone who understands what she’s been through,” he rubs the back of his neck, “and whether I like it or not— that someone is you.”

Bucky takes a deep breath, “You know her better than I do, Stark, but what I do know is that she’s not going to talk to me about what happened to her. I was the same way for the longest time. She can talk to Banner, hell, she can even talk to Barton.”

“Just be her friend, you idiot.” Bucky glares at him and starts walking down the hall again, but Tony still follows, “The rest of us are trying, but she didn’t invite us to hangout in her hospital room for hours. Maybe she’ll open up to you.”

“Why me?” Bucky asks, “She tells Banner everything, she can talk to him. Hell, she would probably talk to you before me.”

“Look," Tony moves in front of Bucky, making him stop, “I’m not asking you to force anything out of her or to search her out when she’s hiding. Just, I don’t know, it took you months to even have a full conversation with me. I don’t want it to be that way around here for her.”

As much as Bucky wanted to argue with Tony, to tell him he was out of his damn mind and to fuck off, he couldn't do it. Tony's idea wasn't horrible, he wanted to do whatever it took to make Sophia feel safe here, not that he'd tell anyone that. Listening to Tony practically beg him to do it, clearly meant that he cared about too. Bucky sighs, feeling defeated, not wanting to argue any longer, “But what am I suppose to talk to her about?”

Tony slowly blinks at him, completely dumbfounded by his question, “Things she likes,” he continues, “she loves reading right? Ask her about her favorite books! Wanda says that she loves dogs, ask her what her favorite kind of dogs are or what other animals she likes. Ask about her favorite color or some shit, I don’t know. Have you never talked to a person before?”

Bucky clenches his teeth and glares at him, “Fuck you, Stark. You know how hard it is for me to make small talk with people.”

Tony smirks, “It was a joke, RoboCop.” He raked his brain a bit more and continues with suggestions, “I wouldn’t ask about her family. Very touchy subject, so avoid it. She went to LMU for Microbiology, so if you feel up to if you could talk to her about science. Then again that might be out of your element.”

Bucky rolls his eyes, “Alright, Stark, thanks for the insults. I’ll be going now.”

Tony puts his hand out and stops him, “Does that mean you’ll try?”

Bucky hesitates for just a moment, “Yeah, I’ll try. I don’t know why you think this will work, but whatever.”

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stevies-kitty · 2 years

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𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒔, 𝒃𝒂𝒅 𝒈𝒖𝒚𝒔 - 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐

summary: y/n y/l/n never thought a girl like her would end up with a guy like him. but here she is, being his good girl while he’s acting like a bad guy.

pairing(s): rockstar!bucky barnes x innocent! black reader, established! bucky barnes x steve rogers, steve rogers x ofc, steve rogers x innocent! black reader (eventual), bucky barnes x innocent!black reader x steve rogers (eventual).

warnings: language, manipulation, poly!stucky, double penetration, NON CONTENT/ DUBIOUS CONSENT, dirty talk, soft!dark bucky, kinfe play, blood play, cum play, virgin!reader, p in v, anal, praise kink, slight degradation, size kink, slapping, breeding, violence, alcohol, drug use, bdsm, object insertion, choking, dead dove: do not eat, the use of “basement girls” which means being kept by someone with cruel intentions generally. (these are ALL of the warnings, the warnings for each chapter will be specified)

a/n: was listening to falling in reverse and rockstar! bucky has been on my mind so fuck it.

my masterlist here

y/n could have been at home, binging her favorite show in comfy clothes.

but no, thanks to her best friend candy, she stood in the front row of small crowded bar grinning up at a tattooed god who slammed on his drums with her plump lips gloss overed with strawberry lip gloss. .

she had no idea why his eyes zeroed in on her but she assumed it was her unorthodox attire, a little white dress, her mary janes and cute little ruffle socks. her hair freshly blown out, her freshly frenched nails nervously playing with her hair. any mans wet dream.

candy had begged her to at least wear something black after refusing to wear a band tee of band she’d never even heard of. the red head was beaming with joy as she walked into the crowded little bar. y/n gained the attention of many with her outfit. most surprised with the innocent attire. candy’s head bobbed to the opening band as she dragged reader to the front of the stage.

when the band made their way onstage loud cheers and shouts echoed throughout the bar.

“y/n look it’s steve!” she squealed. the woman was confused. “who?”

“STEVE FUCKING ROGERS!” candy’s finger pointed towards the blond on the guitar, he had a mullet, tattoos placed randomly across the skin he showed. his piercing blue eyes were also tattooed, the black surrounding them seemed to make the ocean in his eyes to pop. “I LOVE HIM SO MUCH HE’S SO HOT, I TALK ABOUT HIM ALL THE TIME!!” candy’s smile was genuine as she babbled about the blonde.

“he’s cute,” y/n mumbled. “but i think you’re sleeping on the drummer..” her eyes flicked to the raven haired man. “and stop yelling, i’m right here.” she scolded playfully. but the comment went over candy’s head. “BUCKY?” she asked in bewilderment. her eyes nearly bulging out of her head, “YOU THINK HE’S HOT?” the way she asked the question made y/n turn away, face heating up from the embarrassing moment. “w-well i mean he-he’s ya’know, uhm, he’s.. he’sreallyfuckinghot?” she squeaked out.

but the bickering girls had yet to notice the shared locks of triumph the to shared. a nod of agreement and it was settled. the two had found their basement girls.

#rockstar!bucky #rockstar!bucky x reader #black reader #good girls bad guys au #rockstar!steve rogers #rockstar!steve #┄─➤ ⋆｡˚ ༘heart writes! ♡#poly!stucky #Spotify

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awesomerextyphoon · 4 years

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Charred Briar Roses

Prologue

This is a slightly dark take on Sleeping Beauty, takes more inspiration from ‘The Sun, The Moon, and Talia’. @giorno-plays-piano gave me the inspiration with her Orc!Bucky story, Desire.

Summary: You and your twin sisters have constantly been told not to not to venture into the northwest tower, but it looked so inviting. Now you’ve doomed yourself and your sisters to sleep for 600 years and be woken up by orc-human hybrids and not the extremely handsome princes that your mother had all but assured you. Well, at least things can’t get any worse…right?

Parings: Orc!Bucky x Black!Reader, Orc!Steve x Black!OFC, Orc!Sam x Black!OFC

Word Count: 849

Warnings: Semi-Graphic Depictions of Violence, Smut, Non-Con. You’ve been warned.

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In a time and place not here and not now, there was a vast and powerful kingdom rich in precious metals, stones, agriculture, commerce, technology, and the arts.

The king and queen were beloved by the people…but they had no children. They tried for years, but to no avail. The populace was worried because while the king and queen were benevolent, the king’s brother, Prince Sophronius, was a nightmare.

After exhausting all other options, they went to a medical witch for a potion that would induce fertility. The queen gave birth to triplets ten months later to great joy and fanfare across the kingdom. They were named Ghada (graceful woman), Fumnanya (love me), and Y/N.

Ambassadors and dignitaries from all over attended the public naming ceremony. The most notable guests were the Fae. Each one gave all three princesses a gift: Supernatural Beauty, Intelligence and Curiosity, Enhanced Condition & Combat Prowess, Wit, Empathy, and would bring great fortune to their loved ones. The last Fairy was about to give her gift when the Dark Fairy crashed the event.

She claimed that she was not invited (in reality, she was paid by Sophronius) and gave the triplets a gift of her own. When they turn 18, one of them will go up to the Northwest Tower, find and prick her finger on a spindle, all three will die and the kingdom will fall. And with that, she cackled and left.

All seemed lost until that Last Fairy, Aoife, spoke up. She couldn’t fully undo the curse, but she could modify it. Instead of dying, they would fall into a deep slumber until they are awakened by a kiss from their match.

The king and queen took all the precautions. They had all textile production take place far from the capital and sealed the Northwest Tower (they tried to destroy it, but the Dark Fairy already had countermeasures put in place). All the Fae who gave the triplets their gifts became their tutors.

The princesses became quite the adorable and precocious trio, if not a little mischievous with their pranks and ‘adventures’ throughout the capital.

All three came to have warm russet-brown skin with coral undertones and long dark purple hair that cascaded in luxurious curls (think 3b/3c hair). Their only difference in appearance was their eyes. Ghada’s was Tropical Ocean Blue/Silver Hazel, Fumnanya’s Bright Gold/Dark Sepia Brown Hazel, and Y/N’s was Light Forest Green/Midnight Blue Hazel.

They were taught/trained in History, Math, Science, Engineering, Governance, Medicine, Combat, and the Arts. Anything to keep them busy, and they soaked it up like super sponges.

All was well with their lives…until puberty hit them like an armored elephant.

Everyone commented on how beautiful/stunning they were. Almost all of the boys and some of the girls would ask them out on dates. Some of the older men would give them lecherous stares and older women would give them glances of spite or pity. They started getting marriage offers at 14, but their parents, particularly their mother was adamantly against it. No negotiations would be made until they were certain the curse had passed.

The girls got annoyed and sad with the attention they received. They felt like they had so much to offer besides their beauty and wealth.

The girls themselves somehow all liked cooking, combat, and governance. Ghada was more outgoing and sociable and liked reading, languages, and the Arts. Fumnanya was more reserved, but pretty funny once you got passed her shell. She liked history, medicine, plants, and science. Y/N was pretty mischievous and she liked tech/engineering, math, science, and the Arts.

The whole kingdom was aglow with joy when the princesses’ 18th birthday finally arrived. The palace was busy getting ready for the birthday celebration. The servants decorated the place with their favorite colors, and the cooks were working on a fantastic feast of their favorite foods.

Everything was right on schedule until one of the guards heard a scream and a thud from the Northwest Tower.

All three princesses fell into a deep slumber and Aoife started working on the spell for the capital when Sophronius and his followers rushed in and killed the king.

That action soon led to a battle that lasted for three days. It ended with three of the Fae getting killed, but Sophronius not getting the throne and its riches (especially the Nephrashim Crystal). Almost all were banned from the capital except for the princesses.

Aoife refurbished their shared rooms and the palace. She had the capital nearly frozen in time; every 200 years would be an hour for the capital and one year for the princesses. She surrounded the capital with thick thorn bushes guarded by an ever-vigilant dragon and that was surrounded by forest and shrouded by mist.

Sophronius tried to send some of his men to awaken the princesses, but they kept getting killed by the dragon or the thorn bushes. He decided to cut his losses after ten years and move on.

The princesses faded into myth and it would be 600 years before anyone would lay eyes on them again.

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