#earl grey bucky

[buckyalpine]

Did You Hear

Fluffyy crack fic and nothing else. Imagine Tony Stark's shy new assistant sitting at the kitchen island for breakfast, getting a cup of tea before heading to the lab. She's sipping from her steaming mug when a very pretty super solider walks in from his run and the heat rising in her cheeks isn't from the hot Earl Grey.

"Mornin' y/n" He gives you a polite smile while he makes his way to the fridge and you had to silence the squeak that nearly escapes your lips. He's in a pair of snug grey sweats which are resting sinfully low on his hips and his tight black t-shit showing off every divot and curve of muscle on his torso. You bite you lip as he bends down to grab a cold bottle of water, silencing a squeal with a sip of tea.

"Morning, Sergeant" You give him a smile and the lopsided grin he gives you as he goes on about his day leaves you giggling and kicking your feet. You were just about finished your cup when Nat walked in next, looking you up and down with a shake of her head.

"Bucky was here, wasn't he" She playfully rolled her eyes knowing the effect the brunette had on you. "What happened this time"

"Bucky has a cute butt" You giggled, while Nat snorted at your flustered state. "And slutty thighs"

"Do you ever plan on actually telling him"

"No!" You vigorously shook your head. That was out of the question for you; you were happy to admire the soldier from afar. The last thing he'd want is to have to deal with is the playground crush you had on him anyway, it was a miracle he even noticed you. "He doesn't even see me that way"

"Well, guess we'll never know" She sassed as you slipped off the stool to make your way to the lab.

"I'm happy to admire God's work from a safe distance!" You called over your shoulder while Nat shook her head, smirking to a third person you didn't see who was lingering near the kitchen, very happy to listen intently to the conversation that was taking place.

The one that was supposed to be a secret from Bucky's ears.

That wouldn't do.

-

"Did you hear?" Sam grinned, sauntering over where Bucky was sparring with Steve, both men panting after already going for a few rounds. "Word on the street is you have a cute butt"

"What" Bucky deadpanned while Steve smirked, watching the heat in his friends cheeks already starting to creep up to his ears.

"Mhm, that little tush of yours has been getting a lot of attention lately"

"From who" Bucky's face scrunched up in confusion, frowning when Sam cackled, clapping his shoulder.

"Tony's cute lil assistant" He says with a wink, noting the immediate change in Bucky's demeanor, his frown falling off his face, replaced with a very pink blush.

"You mean y/n?"

"Uh huh. Must've been those slutty grey sweats you've been running around in"

"Slutty?"

"Extremely. Especially with those thighs"

"And how do you know this" Bucky struggled to bite back a smile, not wanting to get his hopes up until he was sure. "There's no way she-

"Heard her talking to Nat this morning. She sounded real excited after seeing you and your cute butt" Sam gave him a swat causing him to yelp.

"Hm. Interesting" The soldier nodded already looking towards the showers so he could rinse off and find you.

"Yeah, yeah, go find your girl" Steve shoved Bucky off the mat with a grin. Bucky jogged off to the lab right after a shower, purposely throwing on a new pair of his snug joggers. He smirked as he walked in seeing you fully focused on a small creation Tony created, tinkering away without noticing him.

"Hey doll"

"Ser-sergeant!" You squeaked in surprise as he strode inside, dropping the gadget you were working on, "What can I help you with"

"Sam told me something earlier", Bucky shrugged casually while you stayed frozen in your seat, your heart rate picking up the closer he got. "Was wonderin' if you knew anything about it"

"What's-what's that" You fidgeted nervously, his baby blues staring at you intently, loving how flustered you looked.

"Someone said something about me having a cute butt"

"Oh" You looked like deer in headlights, wishing the ground would swallow you whole.

"Oh?" Bucky smirked while you hid your face in your hands, ready to sink to the floor and hide under the table, he must have thought you were such a pervert. "And something about slutty thighs-

"Not just your butt! All-all of you is cute all over" You squeaked out before slapping a hand over your mouth realizing you were making it worse.

"All of me, huh" Bucky pried your hand away from your face, cupping your cheek instead, the cool metal of his arm soothing your hot skin. "So you do think I have a cute butt and slutty thighs"

His thumb came up to pull your bottom lip away from where it was caught between your teeth, smiling at the little nod you gave him, too scared to open your mouth.

"Well I'm glad"

"Y-you are?" You shyly whispered, nearly whining when he brought his other hand to hold your face gently, his lips brushing against yours.

"Mhm, means I can do this" You went limp in his hold, every muscle in your body turning into mush as he kissed your lips sweetly, the gentle peck feeling like he'd stolen your breath away. "Don't faint on me sweets" Bucky chuckled as he pulled away, seeing the dazed look on your face.

"Such a cute butt" You whispered to yourself, eyes growing wide when you realized you said that out loud. You buried yourself in his chest making Bucky grin, kissing the top of your head.

"Want to grab coffee with my cute butt?" Bucky tipped your chin up to look at him, "I'll even bring my slutty thighs" He threw in with a wink.

"Promise?" You giggled while he slipped in his hand in yours, leading you towards the door.

"Scouts honor, doll"

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[elixirfromthestars]

My Dearest

Pairing: Duke!Bucky Barnes x Lady!Reader (Regency Era AU — Bridgerton Inspired ) 

Summary: On the night of Lady Maximoff’s ball you find yourself in the gardens, troubled by your emotions. As if by fate, the rain pours down reuniting you with the one who is the very object of your troubles.

Word Count: 3k

Warning(s): heartbreak / angst / longing / implications of cheating / rejection / creative liberties for this era (yes I did do research, but bear with me if there are any inaccuracies in this piece of fiction 🤍) / PDA -> stays at a TV-14 level / a surprise cameo / female reader

a/n: This little piece has been in the works since I got into the Bridgerton series. Binge-watching the spinoff Queen Charlotte this weekend gave me the motivation to finish this piece. Thank you for reading! 🤍 Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated!! ❤️

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Your fingertips poked at the surface of the water in the fountain. Unstemmed red carnations danced along the water to the rhythm of the ripples. The faint music of the ballroom was ever so slightly drowned out by the stream pouring from the fountain at the center of the garden. You were sitting on the edge of it, hoping to ease your nerves with some fresh air. You wished you had brought a coin with you to throw in the fountain and wish your worries away. 

Wishes, however, were for children and the fairytales they believed in. You were no longer a child nor were you in a fairytale—much to your dismay. Your father made sure you knew of this, reminding you of your duties at every possibility. As the only child of the one and only Earl L/n, you were expected to marry into a higher status. Your mother, on the other hand, wished for you to marry for love and nothing more. 

You thought you had found both—you almost had both. 

Unfortunately, the one you truly desired broke your heart before he even fully had it. You pushed the thought of him away, for he was the very reason your emotions were an entangled mess. 

You looked down at your ball gown, its baby blue color muted by the lack of lighting in the approach of nightfall. You tugged at the ends of it lightly, wanting nothing more than to be at home wearing your nightgown instead. One of your favorite romance novels in hand, basking in the warmth of the fireplace. You always dreamed of having your own happily ever after, and for a while, you thought you had. A love story any poet would be over the moon to muse over. 

You were sadly mistaken.

A few droplets of rain plopped themselves onto your arm. You scanned the sky above you, the once royal blue evening turning a smoky grey. A clear sign it would soon start to rain. It was only a slight drizzle, making you realize a few of those fallen droplets weren’t from the clouds above, but from your very own eyes. 

You couldn’t let the prince see you like this.

You rose from your spot and searched the garden for a place to compose yourself. In the near distance stood a greenhouse decorated with overgrown ivy, obstructing the view of the inside. A perfect place to hide away from your troubles and the rain.  

You lifted the ends of your ball gown, making sure to not muddy or tear any part of it, as you made your way to the greenhouse. You stepped inside, immediately enamored with the various flora surrounding you. You knew Lady Maximoff treasured her garden, but never in your wildest dreams could you have conjured up the breathtaking view before you.

You strolled along the path, taking it all in. The rain started to come down in a pour, ridding any outside noise from coming through. Thus making it harder to hear the footsteps that were approaching you.

“ Y/n? My dearest, what are you doing here?” You froze in your spot, recognizing the voice of the one who broke your heart. You turned to see James Buchanan Barnes the Duke of Brooklyn standing a few feet away from you, drenched from head to toe. It seems he too was caught in the rain. 

“ Your grace, my apologies. I did not know you were here. Please excuse me,” you attempted to remove yourself from the situation, but he wouldn’t let you. Stopping you by your hands, holding them delicately. 

A frown overtook his features,“ Why do you address me so formally? Have we not grown past this?”

You swallowed hard, not wanting to dwell on this topic of conversation for long,“ We did, but like anything that grows, there comes a time when it withers. We have withered.” 

You yanked yourself from his grasp, his mouth parting in disbelief, “ Y/n, what are you saying? Is this because of the prince? Have you indeed traded your love for me for the status he can bring you?” He threw the accusation in your face with such disdain you felt as though he had struck you. 

A rage bubbled within you. 

“ How dare you? Do you truly think so little of me? I would have given up the world for you. You, however, would never have done the same,” you turned to walk away again and he swiftly maneuvered his way in front of you, blocking your path. You felt tears prickle at your eyes, but you forced yourself not to cry in front of him. 

“ I apologize. I did not mean to insult you. It is only that you have been so cold toward me lately, and I do not understand why. At tonight’s ball, all I wanted was to have you in my arms once more and instead, I had to stand there like a fool watching you dance with the prince. I left for the gardens when the incessant rumors of a marriage between you two were all anyone could talk about,” his eyes searched yours for an answer, resentfulness lacing his every word. 

You looked down, not being able to meet his eyes, “ I do not have to justify myself to you. And those rumors. . .are not rumors. I believe the prince should propose any day now.” By the end of your sentence, you feigned what little confidence you had left and fixed your posture, ready to face James with a steady gaze. However, as soon as you met his eyes you found yourself taking a step back. 

James looked at you like he had taken a bullet to the heart.

“ And what of us? My dearest, I do not understand what I have done wrong. Tell me, so that I may fix it. I cannot bear to lose you,” his hand reached for yours to pull you in closer. You side stepped his advances, his hand recoiling at your relentless rejection. 

You took in a deep breath, a sigh escaping your lips,“ You already have. The moment you decided to entertain other women while claiming your heart was mine. I am the fool for believing your grace was honest about courting me.” Irritation crept its way back into your heart at the memory. 

This caught his attention as he stared at you with a puzzled expression,“ Is that what this is about? Y/n, you must know that was merely for diplomacies—for business. ”

You bit the inside of your lip to refrain from insulting the man in front of you. “ Then that is what I was then, merely a means to a business transaction between you and my father. Did you think I would not find out? My father would have never invested in that mine of yours if it were not for him believing we were courting. It was no coincidence that as soon as the papers were signed you were seen with Lady Natasha alone in your home,” you paused for a moment, realizing you had raised your voice at James, causing you to take a deep breath before continuing, “ You should be grateful my father is not holding you to any responsibilities since he is now focused on assuring I become royalty.” 

James’ fists were clenched at his sides,“ How could you doubt my honor? How could you ever doubt that my heart is anyone's but yours? My business with Lady Natasha is nothing but a misunderstanding. I swear on my honor.” 

You scoffed, “ Your honor means nothing to me. Your reputation of being the most prolific Rake in town precedes you. I should have believed everyone when they warned me.” His lips formed a tight line, an impatience overtaking him, “ You should know by now my darling, I do not care what others whisper in the shadows. You are all I care about, and if that is what you truly think of me then—you wound me.” 

You shook your head, ready to retaliate once more with your words when he swiftly made his way to you and held you by your shoulders. “ I love you. I am certain what fuels this frustration and hatred toward me is the love you feel for me,” his voice was gentle, his features softening. His eyes held you in your place, as your body longed to be closer to him. A mere touch and a part of you was already screaming at you to forgive him. 

The two of you stood there for a moment, staring at each other’s eyes not saying a word. You had no strength to pull away from his grasp, “ Your heart will move on. It will find love in another,” your response was reduced to a whisper by the end. You weren’t sure if you were trying to comfort him or yourself with your words. 

He shook his head, “ My dearest, the heart here has no say. I cannot say I love you with all my heart for it will one day stop beating. I love you with my entire soul, for my love for you will live on with it for all eternity. I am forever bound to you.” James’ declaration tugged at your heartstrings. 

“James. . .” his name dropped from your lips in a pleading whisper. Whether that was for him to stop or keep going—you weren’t sure anymore. You were left speechless. Any protests or rebuttals that were initially in your mind were gone with one declaration. He pulled you in closer—if that were possible—and embraced you, planting a passionate kiss on your lips. You returned it with as much intensity.  

You melted into each other, the reciprocated love burning into you. This one kiss ignited within you all of the feelings you were trying so desperately to extinguish. James tasted of wine and smelled of sandalwood, a combination you found strangely addicting. 

One of James’ hands slipped down your back, your own gravitating to the nape of his neck. He pressed his body against yours, a small gasp escaped your lips allowing him to deepen the kiss. The continuous kisses he bestowed upon you grew needier by the minute. If his words weren’t getting through to you, he wanted to make sure his lips did. 

His mouth moved down to your neck, continuing to show his devotion to you. Your body betrayed you as it leaned to the side giving him easier access. You held in a breath at the sensation. It was evident no one could make you feel the way James does.

This was the opposite of what you had been striving for these last few weeks. Your father made it clear to you how important it was for the family for you to rise to the status of a princess. The prince had been kind and charming, but he was no match for James. You knew there was no argument to be had with your father since now that a prince was interested in you, there was no way in hell he was going to accept a Duke as his son in law. You didn't care and figured that in time he would forgive you once he realized how in love James and you were. You hoped he would see what your mother saw and accept this path to your happiness. 

That was before the incident.

  A month ago you took a carriage ride to James’ home accompanied by your Lady’s maid Kate. The purpose of this escapade was to confide in James over your father’s intentions. Unbeknownst to you, his true intentions would be brought to light instead. 

Your carriage was merely a block away when you spotted them. They were laughing as James’ footmen escorted both him and Lady Natasha inside. There was no one else in sight and no one else entering the home with them. This meant they were in there alone and unchaperoned. Only impatient lovers would resort to such means knowing a scandal could break out if they were caught.

You clutched at your chest, overwhelmed with the way it ached. You felt as though James had come up to you and ripped it out of your chest, exposing it to everyone to gawk and laugh at. To laugh at how stupid Lady Y/n had become in thinking the biggest Rake in town had truly, madly, and deeply fallen in love with her. 

Kate took you in her arms and ordered the coachmen to take the long way back home. You sat there, crying into her shoulder throughout the entire journey. You vowed that day to never fall for James’ charms ever again.  

The memories of that day hit you full force and knocked the air out of you. Your body caught up to your brain and with as much strength as you could muster you pushed James off of you. He looked shaken by your reaction, staggering back almost tripping over a cluster of purple hyacinths. 

With your anger at his betrayal still fueling you, you lifted your chin in the air and spoke your final words to him,“ You cannot water what has already withered and believe it will come back to life.” 

You didn’t bother to look at him this time, knowing too well the expression on his face was one that would make your resolve crumble in an instant. You quickly turned and ran out of the greenhouse and back into the garden. The rain was still coming down in a pour, soaking you from head to toe. Tears were streaming down your face and the ends of your ball gown were now covered in mud. In spite of that, you continued to run to the furthest part of the garden closest to the carriages and farthest from Lady Maximoff’s manor.

You were yearning to be home—to be in your mother’s arms and bask in her comfort. To have Kate prepare you the warmest cup of tea and sugary scones to indulge in. Anything to remove the taste of wine and the smell of sandalwood that was now deeply imbedded into your senses. This in hopes to forget the events of tonight ever happened. 

“ Miss Y/n, you are soaked to the brim, we must get you home. I shall fetch the Marchioness at once,” your coachman draped a blanket from the servant’s quarters over your shoulders and helped you into your carriage. You hugged it tightly against you as the coachman walked away to get your aunt, the Marchioness of Syracuse. You had completteley forgotten she was the one who accompanied you tonight. How were you going to explain your current state to her? 

“ Miss Y/n?”

That voice—you know that voice.  It belonged to the person you least wanted to see at this moment. A lady should never let a prince see her like this. 

“ Your Highness, I beg of you not to look in the carriage. I was caught in the rain and I am not proper,” the door of the carriage was wide open, the prince’s emerald green attire coming into view. You angled your body so that he could only see the bottom half of your ball gown, hiding your face from him. 

“ Your wish is my command, my lady,” he stood by the entry of the carriage facing froward, his side profile visible to you. Your shoulders relaxed, relieved he didn’t have to see you at your worst. His personal attendant was beside him, holding an umbrella above him to ensure his royal highness was not touched by the rain. 

“ I must thank you for bestowing upon me the pleasure of dancing with you tonight. I regret we did not get to spend more time together. You looked absolutely breathtaking in your dress,” he complimented you, bringing a smile to your face. “ You flatter me, your Highness—thank you. I will make sure to not get caught in the rain next time, so that our dances may continue.” You made light of your situation, bringing out a soft chuckle from him. 

“ No matter if there is rain. I would gladly charge right into the storm of it if it meant I could have you by my side,” he stated, a warmth overtaking your cheeks. Any flirtations coming from another man other than James were foreign to you and flustered you easily. James’ flirtations were inviting and expected, while others were far from it. They felt wrong to hear and to accept. In doing so, it was as if you were being disloyal to James. 

You would have to keep reminding yourself there is nothing more to be disloyal to. 

“ You’re too kind, your Highness. I am not sure it is worth catching an illness over this weather for a dance,” you responded, trying to keep your voice gentle and light. You didn’t want any negative emotions to take charge just yet. They could do so once you were in the privacy of your bedchambers. 

“ For me it is. You are worth it, Miss Y/n,” the prince had never confessed his love to you, but with this sentence, it was clear his feelings toward you were much stronger than you had previously believed. Many proposals were given on attraction alone—to have a proposal based on love was the rarest of blessings. 

You stilled in your seat, his words making your heart skip a beat. From the bottom of your heart it was clear to you, you were not in love with this man. Nonetheless, you thought, maybe in the future you would. Maybe if you tried hard enough your heart could move on even if your soul refused to. 

“ Oh! Prince Loki, your highness, what a pleasure to see you here with my niece. . .” your aunt arrived just in time, saving you from having to respond. Your mind wandered off, your aunt’s voice and the prince’s getting lost in the background as they spoke to one another. 

You draped the blanket over your head to cover the stream of tears that refused to stop flowing. If you pretended to be asleep than you could avoid all of your aunt’s pestering questions on where you had snuck off to while the prince was waiting for you. 

No, you did not love Prince Loki.

Yes, you were in love with James Barnes the Duke of Brooklyn.

However, for the sake of a love lost along with fulfilling your duty, you would have to learn how to love another. 

Rake:  A rake is a 19th-century term for a womanizer or a man who flaunts their exploits with women and avoids any real romantic attachments.

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[scoonsalicious]

Unwanted: Chapter 9, Unselfish - Pt. 3

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader

Summary: When your FWB relationship with your best friend Bucky Barnes turns into something more, you couldn’t be happier. That is, however, until a new Avenger sets her sights on your super soldier and he inadvertently breaks your heart. You take on a mission you might not be prepared for to put some distance between the two of you and open yourself up to past traumas. Too bad the only one who can help you heal is the one person you can no longer trust.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, mentions of past trauma, Pocket's self esteem issues.

Word Count: 1.8k

Previously On...: Jade's really doing her best in insert herself into Bucky's life. After forgetting all about you when he walked off with her at Central Park, you and Bucky have a talk, and he seems to see where you're coming from. Hopefully, you've reached an understanding.

A/N: FINALLY! Some quality Pepper Potts. I weirdly love writing her, for some reason, and she played a larger part in my original draft of this story, so I am so happy to finally give her some time to shine. To everyone getting hit by the Nor'Easter this weekend, I feel you. Currently snowed in and freezing. It's supposed to be Spring, damnit!

Banner By: The absolutely amazing @mrsbuckybarnes1917!

Thank you to all those who have been reading; if you like what you've read, likes, comments, and reblogs give me life, and I truly appreciate them, and you!

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The next day, you called upon the one person you knew had been in your shoes and you hoped could help you make sense of your emotions. You knocked on the door of Pepper’s office, letting yourself in when she called out an invitation to enter.

“Pocket!” She put down the file she was perusing and stood up, walking around her desk to embrace you. “To what do I owe the pleasure, honey?”

“Hey, Pep,” you said, returning her hug with all the affection you felt for her. “Do you have a minute? I was hoping to talk to you about something.”

“For you?” she asked, motioning for you to sit in one of the armchairs that sat near the windows. “Always.” She called for her assistant to bring you both a pot of tea and you made idle small talk while you waited for it to arrive.

“So,” she said once her assistant brought the tea and poured you both a cup, then  departed with orders to hold all Pepper’s calls, “to what do I owe the pleasure of your visit? Is it business or personal?”

“Personal,” you told her, taking a sip of the Earl Grey.

“Did something happen with you and Bucky?” she asked, concern lacing her voice. “Did he do something?”

“No,” you laughed, though there was no real humor in it. “God, no. Bucky’s been perfect. I’m worried that I’m the problem.” You put your cup down and looked at her. “Pep, when you and Tony first got together, how did you handle it?”

Pepper leaned back in her chair. “You’re gonna have to be a bit more specific, honey. Tony’s given me a lot to handle over the years.”

You snickered at that. “Yeah, fair enough,” you said. “I guess I’m not really sure how to word this. We both know that, before you, Tony was a… well…”

“A giant slut?” Pepper offered.

“I was going to say something like ‘amorously adventurous’, but yeah, ‘giant slut’ also works,” you said with a laugh. “Even after you two became an official couple, women were still throwing themselves at him. How… how did you deal with it? Sometimes I just get so angry, so jealous, I want to scream. I hate feeling like this.”

Pepper reached across the coffee table and took your hand in hers. “Oh, honey,” she said, her voice conveying her sympathy. “I’m going to tell you something that took me a lot of time and pain to learn: You can’t control what other people are going to do. I won’t lie to you, it wasn’t easy for me. Every woman who made a pass at Tony, I kept thinking ‘she’s prettier, she’s smarter, she’s younger; why would he choose me when he could have any or all of them?’"

“But,” you began, “you’re Pepper Fucking Potts. You’re amazing.” The thought distressed you. If someone as absolutely wonderful as Pepper struggled like that, what hope was there for you?

“That’s what Tony said.” Pepper offered you a wistful smile. “I had to realize that it didn’t matter what any of those other women did, how they threw themselves at him. The only thing that mattered was how Tony reacted to them, and whether or not I trusted him. And I trusted him. So, you have to ask yourself: Do you trust Bucky?”

You nodded fervently. “With my life,” you said.

“No offense,” Pepper began, “but he’s your teammate. Yes, you trust him with your life, but you could say the same about Thor, or Clint, or even Rhodey. Do you trust him with your heart?”

“I do.” There was no ounce of hesitation in your answer, no pause for consideration. You trusted Bucky implicitly, with every fiber of your body and soul.

“Then you have to hold onto that,” Pepper said. “Like I said, you can’t control what other people are going to do, but you can control how you react to them. If you trust Bucky, then why waste your energy worrying about what someone else might do? Especially if you don’t have any doubts about how Bucky feels about you.”

“I know,” you sighed, “but it just feels like it’s so much easier said than done. Like, I know he loves me, but I’m so scared that one day, he’s going to wake up and realize that I’m just not worth it. That he could do so much better. Or that I’m holding him back. Did you know I’m the first person he slept with since the ‘40s?! What if he decides that he wants more? That, even though he loves me, I’m just not enough to keep him satisfied?”

Pepper exhaled and scooted forward in her chair to be closer to you, taking both your hands in hers. “Honey, I might be biased because you’re essentially my sister-in-law and I love you so much, but you are, by far, more than enough. I know you get caught up in your head, and that all of this relationship business is brand new to you, but you’re extraordinary. Look at everything you’ve overcome and where you’ve gotten yourself. Do you know how many people who have been through what you’ve endured would have just given up? Or settled for so much less?”

You halfheartedly shrugged your shoulders. “If it hadn’t been for Tony, though, I–”

“That’s bullshit and you know it,” Pepper interrupted gently. “Tony just saw what was already inside of you. He saw your drive, your raw talent. He knew you were starting from behind the finish line, and he just provided the resources to help you catch up. If you had been brought up the way you should have been, the way you deserved, with the love and support that parents are supposed to provide, I have no doubt that you would have found yourself here on your own eventually, with or without any assistance from Tony.”

Your throat caught with the weight of Pepper’s words. You held the CEO in the highest esteem, and to hear her speak of you this way filled your heart. “I wish you and Tony had been my real family,” you whispered, hoping to keep the cracks in your voice in check. “I love you both so much.”

Pepper’s face softened. “We might not be your blood family, honey,” she said, her eyes growing glassy with unshed tears, “but never for a minute think we aren’t your real family. You’re the family we chose, just like I hope we’re the family you chose.” You nodded in agreement– they were the family you chose– the entire team was, but Pepper and Tony were special. “I wish you could see what we all see whenever we look at you,” she said.

You swallowed thickly. “I wish I did, too.”

“Can I make an observation?” Pepper asked gently, as though afraid of overstepping. When you nodded, she continued: “Being loved has always been transactional for you. You were never allowed to just be loved for who you were; your sad excuse for a mother and her monster of a boyfriend made you work for it in the most horrible ways imaginable. They gave you less than the bare minimum, and only if they felt you’d earned it from them. That’s no way for a little girl to grow up. And it breaks my heart, because now that you’re surrounded by people who love you for you, and a man who would literally die for you, who sees no other woman than you, you’ve been so conditioned to think that, if you’re not actively working to earn that love, you don’t deserve it. And Pocket, honestly, nothing could be further from the truth. You make all of our lives better just by being in them.”

You looked down at where she still held your hands in hers. God, you wanted to believe her. She made it sound so fucking easy.

As if sensing your hesitation, Pepper went on: “I’m going to make a recommendation,” she said. “I’m making it not just as your friend, but as a sister and your boss, because I think it would be beneficial in all aspects of your life right now. You’re free to do with the recommendation whatever you like; I only ask that you seriously consider it.”

You looked at her, anxiety beginning to course through you as you ran through all the possibilities of what she could possibly have to say. You nodded for her to continue.

“I want you to consider getting yourself back into therapy,” she said, gently squeezing your hand. “We can all tell you how wonderful you are, how worthy of love, until we’re blue in the face, but it’s not going to do any good until you actually believe it.”

You looked down, ashamed to meet her eye. You had been in therapy for years while you were in college and when you first started working for Stark Industries, but you’d prided yourself on your progress and had stopped attending sessions a long time ago.

“I know you’re private when it comes to your past,” Pepper continued, “and that you don’t want anyone thinking less of you or pitying you because of what you’ve been through, but honey, it’s not healthy for you to go on this way. You’re in a whole new phase of your life right now that should be filling you with joy, but you’re unhappy. I’m not saying that to make you feel bad, or to make you feel like you can’t handle it, but don’t you think it would be good to have some help? Maybe you could talk to Tony about accessing his Virtual Therapy program. That way, you’re not divulging your secrets to a real person, but you’re still getting the help you need.”

You looked at her, considering her suggestion. It had a lot of merit, and you wouldn’t have to open up to an actual person, just FRIDAY. And Tony had created it, had trusted it with his own issues, so you knew the system would be secure, and just as good, if not better, than speaking to a human therapist.

“Yeah, okay,” you finally agreed. “I’ll talk to Tony and see what we can set up.”

The relief on Pepper’s face was palpable as she stood, pulling you up so she could embrace you again. “You’re so important to me, Pocket,” she whispered. “To all of us. None of us want to see you trapped in your head. You don’t deserve that.”

“Thanks, Pep,” you said, squeezing her back. “I’m so thankful to have you in my life.”

“I am, too, honey,” Pepper said, stepping back and releasing her hold on you. She brushed away a strand of hair that had fallen into your face. “Anytime you need anything, you know where to find me.”

You nodded, thanked her again, and made your way out of her office. Once back in the hallway, you pulled out your cell phone, dialing Tony’s number. 

“Hey, kiddo,” he answered. You could hear the sounds of DUM-E extinguishing something in the background; he was obviously down in his lab, setting something on fire. “What can I do for you?”

“Hey, Boss,” you began, taking a deep breath, “I need to ask a favor…”

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Necessary Evils (Tales From The SSR)

Summary: As they await news of Michael Carter's surgery, (Y/N) and Jack discuss her unwanted connection to Arnim Zola and the feel of foreboding that the former Hydra doctor left in his wake.

Pairing: Jack Thompson X Fem!Reader, Peggy Carter X Daniel Sousa, Edwin Jarvis X Ana Jarvis

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings/Disclaimers: None

A/N: Hi there! This week's surprise one-shot is gonna explore a little of Specs' whereabouts in the aftermath of Bucky Barnes' death in The First Avenger and we're gonna have some great moments between her and Jack, so buckle up! Thank you for reading, I hope you all enjoy!

Necessary Evils January 1948 Los Angeles County Hospital, Los Angeles (Previous One-Shot)

“I got you some tea from the hospital’s cafeteria.” (Y/N) was pulled out of her silent reverie by Jack taking a seat beside her and offering her a disposable paper cup, the concerned gleam in her boyfriend’s blue eyes accompanied by the smallest of smiles for her benefit. “Earl Grey and two teaspoons of honey; I know how much it helps when you get one of your stress headaches.”

(Y/N), touched by his thoughtful gesture, reached over and gave his hand a gentle squeeze. “Thank you, sweetheart.” She reached for the cup and after taking a long sip, she sat back in the uncomfortable waiting room chair with a frustrated sigh. “I hate this. The longer the surgery takes, the more I’d like to burst into that operating room and re-arrest that Nazi bastard before he tries anything funny with Michael.”

Beside her, Jack nodded as he patiently listened to her threats and threw Peggy – who was anxiously pacing across the hospital waiting room while Daniel unsuccessfully attempted to talk her into sitting down – a furtive glance before replying, “I don’t think this Zola guy would risk a lifetime imprisonment or execution by trying to bump off Carter mid-surgery, Specs. I mean, Stark and half a dozen MP’s are watchin’ him and the neurosurgeons like hawks as we speak, and he’s not gonna jeopardize the sweet deal the JIOA cut for him for something as low-stakes as this.”

“I wouldn’t call any of this ‘low-stakes,’ Flyboy,” (Y/N) murmured, looking around the fully-occupied waiting room and reflexively tightening her grip on her cup of tea; she, Jack, Peggy, Daniel, and the Jarvises, along with over a dozen uniformed SOE officers and SSR officials, were gathered at Los Angeles County Hospital for the long-awaited surgery that would theoretically restore Michael Carter’s mind to what it was before the brainwashing that Hydra subjected him to during the war. Several of the SOE officers served alongside Michael and had volunteered to travel from England to be with their fellow soldier in his time of need, but Peggy was understandably the most concerned of them all; Michael made his younger sister promise not to contact their parents about his staged death in 1941 and sudden reappearance until it was confirmed that the dangerous surgery was a success, wanting to prevent Harrison and Amanda Carter another heartbreak on the off-chance that Arnim Zola and the team of neurosurgeons failed and he passed away on the operating table. The Carter siblings spent several minutes alone with one another before they wheeled Michael into the operating room and since then, Peggy hadn’t been able to stay still. I’d be the same way if Freddie’s life were in the hands of that Nazi son of a bitch, (Y/N) thought to herself and one of her hands moved upwards to caress the locket containing her deceased brother’s photograph as she sympathetically watched Peggy continue to pace.

“You know what I mean.” Jack scooted closer to her side and when she finally looked over at him, the look of concern in his blue eyes was as prominent as ever. “Look, I get why Peggy’s taking all this personally…but I can’t figure why you are, too. You can talk to me, baby…” His hand moved to rest on her shoulder, and (Y/N) could feel the comforting warmth of his touch through the thin material of her blouse. “Whatever you’ve gotta say, I’m here. And if you don’t feel up to talkin’ just yet, then I’ll still be right here with you.”

(Y/N) lowered her gaze to her lap and spent several moments mustering the strength to speak, her voice wavering as she recalled some of the darkest moments of the war, the ones that she wished she could forget forever but sadly never could. “I helped capture Zola. I was deployed with the Howlies in the Swiss Alps, and we were tasked with finding and capturing Zola to interrogate him about Schmidt’s plans. Morita intercepted several radio transmissions from Hydra and after I decoded them, we had confirmation that Zola was on a train scheduled to travel through the same mountain pass that we were navigating. Steve, Bucky, Gabe and I used a zip chord to get onto the train while it was still in motion; Steve and Bucky left to secure the front train cars while Gabe and I stayed on the roof as their back-up, and that’s…that’s when…”

Her boyfriend rested his elbows on his knees and clasped his hands together as he looked over at her. “That was the mission that Sergeant Barnes didn’t survive, wasn’t it?” She nodded, her eyes still diligently trained on the dark blue material of her trousers, but she could feel his compassionate gaze on her as he continued. “Barnes died a hero to his country. The bastard turned against Schmidt to save his own skin, and Cap and the SSR were able to end Hydra and the war. That’s gotta bring you and the rest of the Howling Commandos some satisfaction, right?”

“It did…” (Y/N) admitted, but she tightly pursed her lips as she recalled the aftermath of the fateful mission to capture Zola alive. “Right up until his interrogation, that is.”

The tunnels below the London headquarters of the Strategic Scientific Reserve echoed with the sound of (Y/N)’s standard-issue heels making contact with the stone floor as she approached one of many interrogation cells; her fingers tightly clutched the classified file in her hands in an effort to contain her swirling emotions but judging by the apprehensive expressions on the stationed MP’s faces whenever she passed by, she was doing a poor job of masking her true feelings.

“As requested, a copy of my mission report to D.C.,” (Y/N) announced as she came to a stop before Colonel Phillips, and she arched a brow at the tray of food he was holding. “Hungry?”

“Zola surrendered and didn’t try to do himself in with cyanide, so I figured that the usual interrogation techniques might not work on this wack-job. He should count himself lucky; I’ve got over a dozen SSR agents chomping at the bit to finally get their hands on a live Hydra operative.”

Just as Colonel Phillips balanced the tray on one hand to reach for the file, (Y/N) tightened her grip on it and blurted out, “Colonel, I need to go in there with you.”

“Agent (Y/L/N), you and the rest of the 107th tactical team have my condolences for Sergeant Barnes’ death, but I can’t allow you any access to-”

“Respectfully, Colonel, you’re the commanding officer of the Strategic Scientific Reserve; you can directly authorize an agent access to as many high-security prisoners as you deem necessary, correct? I’m only requesting access to one.”

“You don’t get to tell me how to do my job, Agent.” The sharp tone in the older man’s voice conflicted with the uncharacteristic compassion emanating from his dark brown gaze. “I’ll authorize you access to the observation room, but that’s it.”

(Y/N)’s jaw clenched as she forced herself to remain composed, but there was nothing she could do to keep her voice from trembling with barely-restrained grief. “Colonel, the man on the other side of that door is the reason my friend and God knows how many Allied soldiers are dead. I…I need to do all I can to ensure that he gives us all the intel we need to take Hydra down. I need to help end this war once and for all.”

In contrast with the strained working relationships he shared with Peggy and Howard, Colonel Chester Phillips seemed to have a soft spot for (Y/N) since the moment she was loaned out to the SSR from the OSS; Peggy often speculated that it was because she reminded him of his granddaughter back home and although she’d never admit it aloud, (Y/N) considered him to be the father-figure she’d always longed for. They got along with one another but more importantly, they shared a mutual respect and it was that respect that seemingly compelled the older man into finally giving her a relenting nod. With a brief command from Colonel Phillips, the MP stationed nearby opened the door and after taking a deep breath, (Y/N) followed the colonel into the interrogation cell.

A dim light from an overhead fixture illuminated the sparsely decorated cell, and the Swiss doctor whirled around to face them both as they sat down at the interrogation table; a surge of pleasure rippled through (Y/N) when she observed his colorless face and the way his hands anxiously fiddled with the sleeves of his prisoner’s uniform, and she maintained eye-contact with him as she crossed one leg over the other and leaned back in her seat. Colonel Phillips set the tray of food down onto the table and spun it around before gesturing towards the unoccupied chair across from them. “Sit down.”

With obvious trepidation, Zola followed his order and sat, his brow arching as he looked down at the steak, potatoes, broccoli and glass of milk laid out before him. “What is this?”

“Steak.”

“What is in it?”

“Cow!” Colonel Phillips looked incredulously between (Y/N) and Zola. “Doctor, do you realize how difficult it is to get ahold of a prime cut like that out here?”

The Swiss doctor shrugged. “I don’t eat meat.”

“Why not?”

Taken aback by (Y/N)’s pointed question, Zola fidgeted in his seat and replied, “It disagrees with me.”

“How about cyanide? Does that give you the rumbly tummy, too?”

While Zola’s brow furrowed in confusion, Colonel Phillips spun the tray back around and used the utensils to begin cutting into the steak as (Y/N) continued. “Every Hydra agent that we’ve tried to take alive has crunched a little pill before we can stop him, but not you.”

The colonel hummed in agreement as he feasted on the tray of food, raising his fork in the air and glancing over at (Y/N) with a look of exaggerated curiosity on his wrinkled face. “Here’s my brilliant theory, Agent (Y/L/N): he wants to live.”

“You’re trying to intimidate me, Colonel.” Zola’s beady eyes flicked between them as a sheen of sweat slowly covered his balding head, obviously growing anxious under the strain of his imprisonment and their unconventional interrogation.

Colonel Phillips scoffed. “We bought you dinner. Why don’t we cut to the chase and show Doctor Zola here what’s in that file?”

While the colonel cut the steamed potatoes into quarters, (Y/N) withdrew a single piece of paper from the file and slid it across the table, her red-lacquered nails drumming on the tabletop as she watched the Swiss doctor read the typed mission report aloud. “‘…and in exchange for his full cooperation, Doctor Zola is being remanded to Switzerland…’”

“I sent that message to Washington this morning. Of course, it was encoded.” (Y/N) leaned forward, resting her elbows on the tabletop, and fixed Zola with an unwavering stare. “You guys haven’t broken those codes, have you? That would be awkward.”

Zola’s expression remained neutral, but the lines between his brows were visibly deeper and she could practically see the wheels turning inside his head while he carefully considered his predicament. “Schmidt will know this is a lie.”

“He’s going to kill you anyway, doc.” Colonel Phillips punctuated his blunt reply with a shrug. “You’re a liability. You know more about Schmidt than anyone and the last guy you cost us was Captain Rogers’ closest friend, so I wouldn’t count on the very best of protection.” The sound of Bucky’s scream as he fell from the train and into the deep chasm below played on a loop in (Y/N)’s mind, forcing her to dig her nails into the skin of her palms to keep from reacting, an action she was no stranger to as a woman serving in a secretive branch of the Allied armed forces but one that she hated having to perform in the wake of her friend’s death. “It’s you or Schmidt; it’s just the hand you’ve been dealt.”

The Swiss doctor, taking note of the colonel’s grim tone and the obvious tension in (Y/N)’s shoulders, huffed out a humorless chuckle before nodding once and stating, “Schmidt believes he walks in the footsteps of the gods. Only the world itself will satisfy him.”

“You do realize that’s nuts, don’t you?”

Shaking his head, Zola huffed out a humorless chuckle at the colonel’s comment. “The sanity of the plan is of no consequence.”

“And why’s that?”

“Because he can do it!”

(Y/N), losing patience with Zola and his feeble attempts at providing them with answers, snapped out, “What’s his target?”

When Zola’s beady eyes focused on hers, a shiver of foreboding traveled up (Y/N)’s spine and it took every ounce of willpower she possessed not to look away as he simply replied, “His target…is everywhere.”

“He told us everything we needed to know; the exact coordinates of Schmidt’s secret base in the Alps, a detailed run-down of Schmidt’s plan to bomb over half a dozen of the world’s largest cities, how much time we had before Hydra’s scheduled attack on New York…and within twenty-four hours, Schmidt was dead and Hydra was finally defeated.” (Y/N)’s fingers were wrapped tightly around her now-empty cup and she was leaning against Jack’s side, taking comfort in her boyfriend’s sturdy form as she spoke in the lowest tone she could and kept a wary eye on Peggy across the waiting room. “But there was something about his eyes, like he knew some big secret that the colonel and I could never understand, and I can’t shake the feeling that there’s something we missed.” Swallowing thickly, she finally looked over at Jack and met his empathetic gaze. “That’s crazy, right?”

Jack shook his head. “Definitely not. Listen, Specs, we might’ve both served on opposite ends of the world, but all the horrible shit we saw and lived through during the war? It hasn’t broken us. We’re still here, and our experiences matter because they’re what shaped us into the people we are today: people who dedicated their lives to making this screwed-up world a better place.” The corner of his lip curved into a small smile as he affectionately bumped the side of her head with his own. “You were the one who taught me that.”

Looking into his clear blue eyes, (Y/N) felt the stiffness in her shoulders begin to melt away and she couldn’t fight the smile that slowly made its way onto her face. “I’m a pretty good teacher, aren’t I?”

“Oh, hands-down, the smartest and most gorgeous teacher I’ve ever had.” Her boyfriend’s flirtatious wink forced (Y/N) to mask her giggle with a cough and flash several of the waiting room’s occupants an apologetic look while he quietly continued. “If you think that Zola’s up to no good, then I believe you. There’s no easy way to handle a situation as delicate as Operation Paperclip; all we can do is our best and in this case, the best that we can do is to keep a close eye on him and every other scumbag Nazi scientist that they’ve recruited. How’s that sound, Specs?”

She took a deep breath and gave him a firm nod. “Like a pretty solid game plan, Flyboy.”

Before either of them could say another word, the double doors leading into the hospital’s operating room swung open and Howard strode into the waiting room, a grin on his face as he made a bee-line over to where Peggy stood. “Michael’s been wheeled into a recovery room and all preliminary signs are pointin’ to a successful operation. Your brother’s gonna be just fine, Peg.”

The younger woman’s anxious expression was overtaken by a look of overwhelming relief and she didn’t hesitate to throw her arms around the inventor in a tight hug. The rest of the waiting room collectively released the grateful breath that they’d been holding for hours and while the SOE officers and SSR officials talked amongst themselves, Jack wrapped an arm around (Y/N)’s shoulders and pressed a chaste kiss onto her temple; she closed her eyes and as she took comfort in her boyfriend’s supportive touch, she spoke a silent word of thanks to the universe for Michael’s successful surgery and for sending her a supportive and understanding partner in the form of Jack Grant Thompson.

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A/N: They're gonna have their hands full keeping an eye on Zola and the other Hydra scientists 👀 Thank you all so much for reading and commenting! I've created a Spotify playlist inspired by this series, and I'll be updating it every time I upload a new one-shot! Enjoy!

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Ghostsoap but it’s the Steve/Bucky Cap America/Winter Solider dynamic…the angst of it all would just be 😙👌🏻

Anon, if there's one thing I love writing more than smut, it's angst. I had so much fun with this, you have no idea! It's sad boy hours, my friends! Let's make these men suffer 😈 ( also, don't come after me for the plot, it was just some half-baked idea I had about Makarov being like a hydra equivalent or something idk lol)

I Knew Him - chapter 1

Summary: Soap was never the same after he lost Ghost all those years ago. He still has nightmares about it. But when he learns Makarov is back after taking Ghost from him, he'll do anything to exact his revenge. Until he discovers Ghost was never really gone.

Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | AO3 link

It had been five years since Soap had last seen Ghost. Five years since he had seen him fall. And he was still plagued almost every night with dreams of him. Tonight was no different. 

Soap awoke with a start, heart pounding wildly in his chest, soaked in sweat. He sat up, drawing his knees to his chest, burying his face against his forearms. Goddammit. Would this ever end? He slowly looked up to get his bearings. Moonlight filtering in through the window cast the room in a soft silver glow. He was at home. The salt of unshed tears burned at the back of his throat, remembering the nights he had shared with Ghost in this very flat. In this very bed. Fuck.

After giving himself a few minutes to catch his breath he made his way into the kitchen, knowing he wouldn't be getting back to sleep after that one. He had been holding Ghost's hand this time, holding on as hard as he could, but it wasn't enough. He wasn't strong enough to pull him back into the helo. And then he was gone, disappearing down, down, down into a rising cloud of dust. 

The ending to the nightmares was always the same: Ghost falling and falling. But sometimes, like tonight, Soap was able to grasp his hand, to touch him one last time. It almost made it even worse. Because in the actual memory of it from all those years ago, Soap hadn't ever had a chance to grab on. 

Rubbing a hand roughly over his tired face, Soap padded barefoot to the stove. A headache was already beginning to form in his left temple. He squeezed his eyes shut and pinched the bridge of his nose as he started the kettle going. For a brief moment he considered something a little stronger than tea, but then thought better of it. He knew that the bottle of whisky in his cabinet only made him think of Ghost and getting black-out drunk at 3 o'clock in the fucking morning probably wasn't the best idea. 

He was numbly watching a bag of Earl Grey steep in a mug of hot water and checking emails on his phone when a text came through. It was Price. "Rendezvous at the base at 0500. New intel on Makarov."

Soap's heart plummeted. Well, shit. 

It was still dark out when Soap walked into the base to meet with his team. He had showered and shaved, but still felt tired way down to his fucking bones. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had a full night’s sleep. Before Ghost fell, that’s when. The headache in his temple started coming back and he groaned, digging in his pocket for the small bottle of ibuprofen he kept on hand. He tipped a couple back onto his tongue and swallowed them dry, then made his way into the conference room to find Price already there, cigar in his mouth, waiting. 

The rest of the team filed in slowly and when everyone had taken a seat, Price stood. Soap watched wearily as Price loaded a military brief onto the giant flat screen on the wall. “Morning, gentlemen. Let me get right down to it. We received classified intel of an attack being planned by Makarov in downtown D.C. happening twenty-four hours from now. And we have been tasked with stopping it."

A murmur swept across the room.

Soap sat forward in his seat, unchecked anger simmering just under the surface. “I thought we bagged that Russian prick after…” he stopped mid-sentence because he knew the next words out of his mouth were about to be after I lost Ghost. He cleared his throat and started again, “after Kyrgyzstan.”

Price shook his head, not quite meeting Soap’s eyes, and looked back to the screen. “Negative. Intelligence indicates that while we did get a positive lock on his location and obliterated his base, he escaped to a hidden shelter. He’s been operating underground for the last five years, working on a new secret weapon -- a weapon he’s planning on using in D.C.” He sighed and ashed his cigar before putting it back in his mouth. “We thought we were done with him, but he apparently wasn't done with us. The details have been sent to all of you. We rendezvous at the meeting point in two hours. Let’s nail this bastard once and for all. Dismissed.”

Everyone began leaving the room. Soap stood slowly on legs that were not quite steady. Price’s news made him numb, forcing his mind to relive that day with a heartbreaking clarity. The mission, the missile making contact on Makarov's compound, the helo taking a hit, Ghost. They were never able to recover his body. Soap never even got to say goodbye. It was just so fucking unfair. 

Soap was so lost in himself he hardly even processed Price saying his name.  

“MacTavish, a word.” 

Blinking, Soap nodded and made his way across the empty room to Price. He stood before him at parade rest. 

“Soap, I know you and Ghost were close.” Soap swallowed against a lump that formed in this throat, but pushed down any other emotion trying to show on his face. Price continued, “It wasn’t easy on the 141 when we lost him, but I know it was even harder for you. Will you be able to carry out the duties assigned to you in this mission, Lieutenant?” 

A tic bunched in Soap's jaw and he straightened his back. "Aye, Captain." His voice was hoarse. "There is nothing I want more than to bring this motherfucker down for what he did. And what he plans to do.” For Ghost.

Price’s mouth set in a hard line and he studied Soap for a moment. Finally he said, “All right. Let's get this done, then.”

Soap nodded sharply once and left the room. His breath left his lungs with a whoosh. He found the nearest empty office and closed himself inside. Leaning back against the door, he slid slowly to the floor, blinking back tears. A mixture of emotion battled within him. Shock, grief, sorrow, anger. The anger ultimately won, though, as it usually does. He held onto it, allowing it to simmer hotly deep in his chest, burning up everything else but the raw demand of bringing Makarov down. He owed Ghost that much.

The next two hours passed in a blur. Soap operated on instinct alone; cleaning his guns, sharpening his knives, packing a rucksack. He tried his best not to dwell on much of anything at all except to prepare himself for what was to come. It was an effective technique apparently because he soon found himself at the rendezvous point at the airfield with no real recollection of how he got there. He joined up with the task force on the tarmac as they loaded themselves into the awaiting C-130. And they were off to D.C. 

Soap’s exhaustion finally caught back up to him on the three hour flight and he was actually able to sleep for most of it. He, thankfully, had no dreams at all. 

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After touching down, the 141 wasted no time in gathering in a caravan of SUVs and heading toward the location they received from Laswell’s intelligence brief. They were just about to exit off the Roosevelt Bridge when they were ambushed by Makarov's team, who seemed to come out of fucking nowhere. Straight adrenaline took over Soap’s whole body on the first collision of the Hummer behind them that slammed them sideways into the concrete barriers on their right. Another Hummer drove the wrong way up the highway, weaving between oncoming traffic, firing out the passenger window with a high caliber rifle. The second shot took out Soap’s driver who immediately plowed into the car in front of them, bringing them to a shuddering stop. 

Soap’s heart thundered in his chest, but a lethal composure doused the fear rising up inside him. This was Makarov’s doing. And that bastard was going to fucking regret doing it. Ducking down in the back seat, Soap quickly dug his AK from his bag. He waited for a break in the rapid fire then exploded out of the vehicle in a hail of bullets. He found cover behind an empty utility truck. It was all out chaos with people running and screaming, gunfire cracking from all angles, and the remaining men of the task force shouting orders. 

Soap peeked around the corner of his cover, taking out three of Makarov’s soldiers in a row with perfectly placed shots. Gaz, hunkered down behind him, took out a few more. For a moment, it appeared that they were gaining the upper hand. But then a man, hulking in height, dressed in all black with a hood shrouding his face in shadow, grasping a Kastov-74u in a gloved hand, exited one of the Humvees. Soap felt a chill shoot straight down his spine. 

Sweet screaming Jesus

Soap emptied the last rounds of his last clip at the man but it did not slow him down in the slightest. He was blazing a path straight at Soap, like he had a personal vendetta against him. Fuck. The hard set of his broad shoulders, his imposing gait, all seemed to light up some forgotten memory in Soap's brain that he could not quite put his finger on. He surely couldn't even try to remember with the utter fucking bedlam happening all around him

"I'm empty," Gaz shouted at him.

Soap looked back over his shoulder. "Aye, same here!" This was going fubar faster than he was ready for. 

His attention returned to the enemy stalking up the highway toward him. The man popped off two rounds, drilling into the truck right next to his head. 

"Fuckin' hell," Soap gasped for breath. Then he heard the click of a dry fire and knew this was his only chance to bring this fucker down. 

Securing his blade in hand, Soap made a run for it, swiping at the assailant fiercely with his knife. The man blocked the incoming attack but not before Soap was able to get a couple brutal slices to his forearm. The other arm was impenetrable though, surprising Soap momentarily. It was made of some kind of metal, something Soap had never seen before. 

He looked up at the man with wide eyes, then tried sweeping his feet out from under him. The man was unmoveable. A feral growl rumbled up from the man's chest and Soap knew he was well and truly fucked. 

He lunged at him, ringing his hands around Soap's neck, picking him up off his feet and throwing him back against the concrete barrier behind him. Pain shot up Soap's lower back when he connected with it but it was the furthest thing from his mind. All he could think was shit shit shit. 

Soap scrambled up from the ground, knife still in hand, and slammed it into the man’s metal bicep. It sparked momentarily before the man knocked the knife from his grip. It went sliding across the pavement. Soap tried for hand to hand combat but it too was quickly shut down. The man was too fast, too strong. Still, Soap gave it his all. 

It just wasn't fucking enough. 

Snarling, the man picked Soap up by his flack jacket and attempted to hurl him up and over the bridge. Soap grasped for something, anything, as he fell over the edge and was able to grab his assailant's vest, holding on for everything he was worth. It tipped the man enough off balance for them both to fall over the precipice. 

Soap squeezed his eyes shut, bracing for impact, almost hoping for the end. But it was only about a six meter plummet onto a grassy berm that led down to the river — enough to knock the breath from his lungs as he managed to land on top of the man currently trying to kill him. He rolled onto his feet, ready to keep going, ready to fight for his fucking life. The man gained his feet too, but this time with his hood pushed back, exposing his eyes. The lower half of his face was still obscured, covered by a skull mask.

Soap straightened abruptly. Everything came crashing to a halt. He knew those eyes. He knew that face. Even if it wasn't completely visible. His heart contracted painfully in his ribcage at the realization. 

"Ghost?"

The man's chest heaved, but he paused. His brows were drawn together, like he was just asked the most complicated question in the world. "Who the fuck is Ghost?"

Soap stared at him in disbelief. He took one small step forward. Was this really happening? Or was he trapped inside another nightmare?

He wanted to rush forward, to pull Ghost into his arms, to ask him how any of this was possible. “I thought I lost you…” he began, but before he could reach Ghost, an explosion rocked the bridge behind him. Soap looked back over his shoulder, but when he turned back Ghost was gone.   

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Later that night, Ghost was sitting in a chair in Makarov’s underground bunker while a man in a white coat repaired the gash on his robotic arm. They were surrounded by armed guards in the small room, but Ghost knew there was no point to them. He could clear the whole room of every breathing person within a matter of minutes if he was given the order to. 

He was bare from the waist up, ambivalently watching the glow of the tool as it patched the defect caused by the knife held by the man on the bridge. Something gnawed at him, deep inside. Some memory that was just out of his grasp. It made him uneasy. He remembered falling, he remembered the man from the bridge, reaching, screaming for him. He remembered darkness and pain. And more pain. But the memories were fractured, hazy.  

Ghost heard Makarov walk into the room that led to the one he was currently in. He was talking to the handful of men that followed him wherever he went.

“He’s unstable. Erratic,” one of Makarov’s men said. 

Ghost didn’t look up when they walked in, only continued staring at the man working on his arm. He was trying to dredge up long forgotten memories, but it was so hard to focus. 

“Mission report,” Makarov barked, coming to a stop before Ghost.

Ghost looked up at him slowly. The barest hint of a memory sparked in his mind of the man from the bridge. They were laying in a bed together. He was holding the man’s face. The man had his eyes closed and he was smiling.

A confusing emotion knotted up his stomach and he only stared at Makarov, not really seeing him, trying to pull more of that memory out of the jumbled mess of his brain. 

“Mission report, now!” Makarov ordered, bending closer to Ghost’s face.  

Ghost didn’t hear him. He blinked owlishly. A bed. The man on the bridge. Smiling so softly. 

He was suddenly pulled out of his trance by a swift backhand across his face. The pain of it stung across his cheek, but he barely registered it. He looked up at Makarov slowly, his brows drawing together as he tried so hard to remember. 

“That man on the bridge. Who was he?” 

Makarov was quiet for a moment. “You met him earlier on another assignment.”

Ghost shook his head. He knew that was a lie, but his memories were so clouded, he didn’t know if he could trust his own mind. “I knew him,” he said softly. 

Makarov sighed and pulled up a stool to sit at Ghost’s eye level. “Your work has been a gift to mankind,” he began, but Ghost immediately tuned him out. The memory was just out of reach. If he could just remember the man’s name.

Makarov finally stopped talking. He looked at Ghost expectantly. Ghost felt a wave of sadness crash over him for the life he couldn’t remember. “But I knew him,” he said again with a shaky voice. 

Makarov frowned and stood abruptly. He began walking away. “Prep him.” 

One of the white coat men stopped him. “We can’t do that, sir. He’s been out too long.”

Makarov turned toward Ghost, looking him up and down with a disapproving glare. “Then wipe him and start over.” 

Ghost’s heart rate jumped at those words, even if he didn’t really understand what it meant. In the back of his mind, deep, deep down, he knew he had been through this many times before. 

The white coat men pushed Ghost back into the chair while Makarov’s soldiers all watched. And then a rubber dental guard was being shoved in his mouth. Fear flooded his senses as he was locked into the chair and he fought to drag in oxygen. The man on the bridge. His soft smile. The tender press of his lips on mine. Ghost replayed the only memories he had, holding on to them, trying not to forget this time. Please, don’t forget this time! 

The plates came down over his face. They were cold against his skin and had an electrical scent to them. Terror immediately swept through him. Don’t forget don’t forget don’t forget. And then there was only pain and the echo of Ghost’s scream as he fell and fell and fell. 

#ghostsoap #ghost x soap #soapghost #cap x winter soldier au #cod #mw2 #angst #established relationship #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #prompt fill

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Oooo.... How about Pretty Petals guys and flavors of ice cream??

Ransom - french vanilla

Steve - cookies and cream

Bucky - chunky monkey

Loki - pistachio

Lloyd - double chocolate fudge with peanut butter cups

Andy - cherry chip

Curtis - earl grey

Lee - butterscotch ripple

[georgiapeach30513]

I know we know that Joshua and Emy get together so can we see how they got together, if you have time please?

Joshua and Emy!! Okay, so I have left subtle hints that Joshua is in fact a sex therapist. Emy is a children's therapist. Emy had a few years of discovering her sexual prowess, and one of her usual was Blade. Other Lo, Emy was the ONLY person that ever got to stay over, and got to sleep in Blade's bed. She had her eye on the prize, and one of those prizes was in fact Joshua Buchanan Barnes. She wanted to be experienced when she got with him. He's nine years older, more experienced, and a sex therapist. So let's look at when Emy came to intern at her Uncle Bucky's office...oh, Uncle Bucky and his son, Joshua's office 😏

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A Quiz on Monday

Summary:  Emy has a new job

Pairings:  Joshua X Emy

Rating:  Mild

Warnings:  language, implied eventual sex, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  1.7K

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Emy Rogers Masterlist

Joshua walks towards his father’s office. While he has been in the business for awhile, sometimes he still gets stumped, and needs to see his dad. They worked similar but different fields of therapy. But still shared the practice. He doesn’t even give any attention to the new intern in his dad’s office, filing away a few things, just walks right past.

“So, dad, I had a question about,” when she closes the drawer, he finally turns and looks at her. “Oh,” he stutters. “I, uh, kinda need some privacy.”

“Why don’t you go down the road to the Drysdale’s café and bring some coffee. BB will know our order, and get whatever you like,” she gives him a nod, and quickly hurries out.

“Who’s that?”

“Emilia Rogers.”

“That was little Emy Rogers,” Joshua’s eyes still linger out the door, even though Emy was far gone. “What’s she doing here?”

Bucky settles back into his chair and gives his son a grin, “She’s interning.”

“Okay, but why here?” he finally looks at his father, still wondering if that was indeed the same girl that he remembered.

“Maybe because she’s going into psychology, dipshit.”

“Really?” he smirks at his father. “So Emy, she’s like smart smart.”

“Her father has a MD and her mother is a APRN. Had Marta wanted to become a doctor, she’d probably been better than Steve. I’m not following.”

“It’s nothing. So she’s, she’s like here-here? Indefinitely? An extended stay?”

“You have your predator eyes, son. Need I remind you, that she is Steve’s baby. His only daughter.”

“I always heard she had a crush on me,” he smirks, and Bucky slaps his hand. “Ow, what the hell was that for?”

“She was ten, you were nineteen, of course she had a crush on you. You…go work on one of your patients, and leave Emy out of this. She’s not a plaything. You can have any girl that you want. Don’t pursue that unless you want more than sex. You need to analyze yourself.”

“I know. But I take care of the women In my life…this is inappropriate to talk with you, and to talk about this at work.”

“See Bruce.”

Joshua rubs his chin and thinks a moment, “What’s she wanting to specialize in?”

“Children. Son, you don’t mix your playthings with family.”

“Hey!” he glares at his father, “She’s not actually family. Aster isn’t family, and…none of them are actually related to me. So quit making me sound like a jackass.”

“What just happened?” Bucky asks, but Joshua quits as soon as Emy returns.

“Mrs. Drysdale was there, and she wouldn’t allow me to pay or put this on your tab, which she said a computer thingy happened, and she has no idea how much you owe,” she hands the cup over to Bucky, and then the other to Joshua. “Um, she said that, uh, your medium roast should be up to temperature by the time I walked back.”

“I don’t,” Joshua starts laughing, “I don’t drink medium roast, nor do I want it at certain temperature. It’s an earl grey,” he winks at her and turns to walk off. “Nope, it’s a London fog. Miss Kitty make this?”

“Yeah,” Emy gulps. “I can take it back. I don’t actually know your order. I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine. I’m just going to visit Miss Kitty.”

Emy looks after the man, and then back at Bucky, “I didn’t know.”

“I believe, like most of you kids, Kitten has her own special way of talking to you. She talks to Joshua through tea. She apparently needed to see him. Don’t worry,” Emy gives him a nod, and stands there awkwardly. “What’s your poison?”

“Chai teas or milk teas. I really like boba. Um…”

“I’ll make sure you go on Wednesday’s to get you a boba tea then. That’s all for now. You can go study.”

“Dr. Barnes?” Bucky raises an eyebrow at her confused, “When I’m here, I will call you that,” he gives her a nod, and she starts again, “I don’t want special treatment because you know me. I’m here to learn. And I can’t if you don’t treat me like an intern.”

“I’ve never been much for the going and fetching that and this. It’s nice that you do that. But the going to get coffee and tea, that was for a private audience with my son. I promise, you will learn here. But I won’t you to deal with menial tasks. That is all Ms. Rogers.”

She gives him a head nod before turning and heading to her special spot. Trying to remind herself to pack some leggings since Bucky gave her a key to the office.

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Joshua marches into the cafe, and gives Kitten a nod, holding up his drink, “Oh, Joshie, I’m sorry, is there something wrong?” she smiles sweetly at him.

“London fog? What did I do this time?”

“You’re getting into cloudy water, uh, tea,” Joshua stands there looking at her dumbfounded. “For a sex therapist, you’re an idiot when it comes to relationships.”

“I’ve had relationships.”

“Sleeping with my daughter through college, minus when she got engaged to Scott doesn’t count. Has that been your longest relationship?” Joshua’s lack of answer gives her all the information she needs.

“Sweetheart, you’re a catch. You look like your dad, you’re smart, calm, fun, you take care of the woman,” Joshua clears his throat looking around. “Despite what you think, I have an open relationship with my daughters. Aster once she got comfortable was too comfortable. What I mean, is Emy isn’t Aster. You two don’t have a built in friendship. You’re older than her, and you have the ability to hurt her.”

“That’s not what I’m doing.”

“I know that’s not what you intend to do. But you’re a man with eyes, and she’s gorgeous. She’s grown. She’s in your field, and you’ll be working with her a lot. She’ll pretend to be grown, but she’s a little girl with you. Even blushed when she told me to get you a drink. You hurt her, you’ll have all of us on your ass, and Marta is worse than Steve. She’s trying to impress Bucky, and trying to impress you in a different way.”

“Break ups happen.”

“Don’t let it be just sex, Joshie. You may go, here,” she hands him his usual earl grey tea. “Now, go. Remember what I said Joshua Buchanan Barnes.”

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Joshua tried. Nearly avoiding Emy at all costs. Miss Kitty was right, she wasn’t Aster, and if she had a crush, feelings were already involved. He couldn’t do that to her or their families.

Until the night he came back to the office to grab something really quick. Not knowing that his dad had given her a key, or made her a special studying area in a corner. Her hair a mess on top of her head, tight leggings, and an even smaller sports bra, pen in her mouth, while she reads in a text book.

He bites at his lip, telling himself to just stay away, but she wasn’t just Emy Rogers, she was Emilia. Grown. Beautiful. And even though she looked hot as hell in her tight little pencil skirts, hips that he just wants to grip tight, in this moment she was adorable, and he wanted to watch movies with her on the couch. He confused himself.

“Joshie, you don’t have to stand in the doorway looking confused,” she tells him without looking up from whatever she’s doing, “Uncle Bucky gave me access.”

“He put you in the floor and in a corner?”

She looks up at him with a smirk. Wisps of hair framing her face perfectly. “I’m not being punished,” he takes a deep gulp feeling his cock twitch in his pants. “He told me I could be wherever I wanted, I chose this. I work better in the floor.”

She stretches out and moves to lay on her stomach. The swell of her ass just needing to be smacked. He wasn’t sure if she knew what she was doing or not, but it was making him weak. “See, I can stretch out and get comfortable.”

Lifting up on her elbows, her tits almost spill out of that sports bra, and Joshua has to look away, “Can you help me with something or are you just getting something?”

“Uh, what do you need help with?” she jumps up quickly, sitting criss cross, and Joshua knows she’s doing it on purpose. Her thin sports bra showing the outline of her nipples, and the swells spill out a bit.

“Right here,” she points at the text, “what does that mean?”

Her eyes roll up to meet his, and the two of them pause a moment. “How old are you?”

“I am twenty-two, why? You realizing I’m not a little girl?”

“Yeah, a bit.”

“Does it bother you?”

“Nope. Not at all.”

Emy gives him a little giggle, her hand slyly runs over her tit, and Joshua bites his tongue, “I learned a lot when I grew up. I hope to learn more from interning.”

“I bet you did,” he smirks. “I’m sure I could…I could teach you some things.”

“Perhaps. Or maybe I could teach you some things.”

“What happened to that shy girl a couple of weeks ago?”

Emy gives him a chuckle, but changes her face, “You mean the one that spoke softly around you, and she, uh, kinda, um couldn’t find her words?”

“Yep.”

“I should really get back to studying. Thanks for your help.”

Joshua nods, and begins to get up, but stops, “I didn’t help you with anything.”

“You helped me with everything. Like I said, I can teach you some things Joshie.”

“Are we talking about the same thing?”

“Im talking about sitting in your lap, while you quiz me, and if I get it right, you thrust up into my needy cunt. Is that what you were thinking about?”

“I am now. But I was thinking about fucking you on my desk.”

“Simple is nice, too. Have a good evening Joshie. I’m here every night, and I have a quiz Monday. I might need help studying.”

Joshua gives her another nod. She knew exactly what she was doing. She was trouble. And he liked it. The appeal of jt going on at the office, and knowing what she tasted like, while he had his weekly meetings with his dad drove him nuts. But he also couldn’t wait until he was balls deep in her. Couldn’t wait to taste her. Couldn’t wait to lick every inch of her body. And that is not something he normally did. He was breaking the rules for little Emy Rogers. But he knows, that needy cunt will be worth it.

Masterlist

#desperate lives #desperate lives au #desperate verse #da au #dau #da au request #joshua barnes #emy rogers #bucky barnes #kitten drysdale #joshua barnes x emy rogers #joshua x emy

[genuineformality]

Tagged by @pyrrhlc and @gedankenvoll! Who should know better by now, because I'm basically incapable of writing short answers when I could write essays instead.

Favourite time of year: Spring and autumn are my favs. I love crisply cool air, the opportunities to wear one of my many, many cardigans and scarves, the blossoms in spring, the leaves in autumn... I could go on, but I am blessed to live in a beautiful place with distinct seasons. (Spring also brings Purim and Passover, which are definitely my favorite weird Jewish holidays.)

Comfort food: I love food, so a lot of things are on the comfort food list, both to eat and to make. My comfort food go-tos to make are pasta with my famous red sauce, beef stroganoff, tuna noodle skillet dish. My comfort food sweets are carrot cake and the ritter sport dark chocolate with marzipan. And when I was growing up, dim sum was a family tradition for birthdays, celebrations, and condolences, so there's always a hole in my heart where siu mai and char siu bao go.

Do you collect anything?: Tarot decks. I started reading for a LARP I was in a million years ago and discovered that I actually really love tarot as a reframing practice (i.e., a way to get myself out of my own head and look at a problem from a different angle). Since then, I started collecting interesting and novel decks and have backed a lot of decks on kickstarter, although my go-to deck is the Urban Tarot.

Tarot for me is more of a mindfulness practice rather than a magic(k)al one. I'm one of the least woo people I know, and when I tell people that I collect tarot decks, it's frequently the start of a very uncomfortable conversation in which I have to gently tell them that if they are hoping to connect with me on a ✨higher/spiritual✨ level, neither of us is going to have a good time.

Favourite drink: It depends on the context! Black coffee in the mornings, earl grey or genmaicha tea in the afternoons, flavored fizzy water throughout the day. I like dark beer, dry wines (sauvignon blanc on the white end, and most of the italian style reds), and I love a good cocktail like little else (top five cocktails: old fashioned, manhattan, vesper, corpse reviver, hemingway daquiri).

Favourite song: I am so bad at favorite songs. I listen to so much and different songs hit different for me at different times. But if we wanted to narrow it down to a few songs that live rent free in my head all the damn time:

The Fifth Day, The Airborne Toxic Event Exile Villify, The National (yes, from Portal) In A Week, Hozier Wallflower, Uncle Earl Operator, Jim Croce

Favourite fic: I'm sobbing with how difficult this is to answer. So enjoy this top five list:

The Jeopardy and Jazz Affair, PRZed - Marvel/Man from U.N.C.L.E. AU that no one asked for, but it's stunning Latte Art, @pyrrhlc - SoC coffee shop AU that remains way better than it has any gd right to be. A Tall Ship, @whatanybodygets - The most gorgeously written story about pirate!Inej learning the ropes (eh? eh?) and struggling with the realities of her choices. All These Hours Between Us, CoralAcacia - A SoC hacker AU that I just love to absolute pieces And I Am Always With You, Lauralot - Do you want 90K words of Bucky Barnes having a hard time? (Yes, yes I do) It started as a kink meme response, but there's no kink and a lot of angst.

Gentlest tags to @doorsclosingslowly, @feelinglikecleopatra, @totchipanda, @desidarling123, and anyone else who wishes to answer some questions about themselves.

#tag games #about the author #fanfic

[rev-pirate]

Tagged by @asexualzoro

Fave time of year: Summer. And those precious few days where a drab, chilly, wet spring finally starts giving way to the summer or when summer starts loosening it’s grip enough for the cool fall breeze to sweep through and you need a light jacket. Ultimately i am a lizard. I need sunlight. i want the sun to seep into my bones. I hate being cold. Winter depresses me too much. There is nothing quite like a nice summer day and taking a walk around the canal or sitting down in the shade by a fountain to read or write. Or taking a hike on the woodland trails and soaking your feet in the river while you watch the way the sunlight dances along the ripples. Going for a long drive with the windows down, the sun at your side, and jamming to some music. I am shaking the midwestern weather rn it is almost may why is it still cold

Comfort food: my relationship with food is unpleasant to say the least. I’m not sure i have one? But if i had to choose it might be chicken noodle soup with a healthy dose of mashed potatoes mixed in

Do you collect something: i collect a lot of things, its honestly a problem. Moving it all is a pain. And my wallet begs for mercy. Mainly I collect art prints, figures, models, comic books, dragon statues, ships, and books on my history interests. Though comic books i have fallen off from bc i moved and changed careers and there is no longer a comic book shop right down the street both from where i work and from my apartment and it’s difficult to convince my executive function to get dressed and leave the house to drive 20 minutes to get comic books on Wednesday when i could be watching Philza and cross stitching

Fave drink: Tea. Specifically earl grey. Drank hot in the winter. But in the summer a nice blend of Luzianne and earl grey makes for a very refreshing iced tea best drank while relaxing on the porch or patio with a book/fanfiction

Fave song: this is a tough one. Uhhhhhhhh. I think i’m gonna have to go with either the cover of High Hopes by Postmodern Jukebox or the cover of Portal’s Still Alive by 8-bit Big Band

Fave fic: the one that comes to mind for me is always The Night War: 60th Anniversary Edition by praximeter. It’s written as if it were a published journal that was written by Bucky Barnes during ww2 complete with footnotes explaining events/people/things/slang and providing historical context both real and only real in the context of the universe it takes place in. It also contains a healthy dose of Unreliable Narration. Genuinely reads like an actual published journal you picked up in the history aisle. It’s been years. I’m still Obsessed.

Tag 9 people you want to know better: rather than tagging anyone i’m just gonna say that anyone following me who wants to do this can say i tagged them in it i give my blessing

#not mcyt #tag game

[ducknotinarow]

tea prompts - SteveDracula

tea prompts

lemon tea; what are mornings like with them?

"Well morning with Drac are uneventful, not in a bad way I get up early but Drac needs to sleep." Seeing how Drac is a vampire and Steve is not despite Drac trying to coax them into turning. Morning are usually Steve waking up having a moment to just gaze at his undead love, give them a peek on the forehead uwu and deal with having to leave them for the time being. In the times that it's early enough for Drac to still be awake they tend to just talk and Steve loves those moments because well it's special to him to have those morning talks with Drac he isn't as guarded when getting tried after all.

peppermint tea; what do they get excited about?

"When Drac left the Cabal, when they allow themself to express thier love to me, rare but it's plenty for me. Just seeing him especially after we had talked out what happened when I had been frozen away." You can't blame Steve on the first bit can you? To him, Skull had done so much to people he loved so Drac defected to his side? Yeah, he wasn't okay with it in the slightest so when they told Steve they left he was overly excited. But outside that because of how Drac can be due to needing to uphold his image as king of the vampires and all he rarely dose show that softer loving side of him it makes the captain smile like a big idiot uwu

chamomile tea; what is their sleep schedule like? does it change around their s/o?

"I'm pretty strict on when I sleep I need to make sure I am always alert and ready to jump into a fight, around drac? were polar opposites there." Steve is serious about when he gets his rest seeing as there are times he may not depending on the mission he is on and you never know when someone is just going to attack so he makes sure to stick to a good sleep schedule he does stay up late enough to spend time with Drac however seeing how they need to sleep more during day sunlight doesn't make Steve's vampire lover sparkle and shine after all.

earl grey tea; how did they court their s/o?

"Well we joined forces out of convincing, Dracs kingdom was under attack by Hydra , the foe of my foe deal. Drac and I spent a lot of those days talking to set up countermeasures to attacks. There would be times I stay up for portols around his home and just find him and well we started to talk about other things, there were times he let me use his bed when he noticed I was tried and well...I wasn't always alone in said bed." I'm sure even with the two sides working together they didn't trust one another having to look over thier shoulders on both ends so I feel Steve would work twice as hard to keep his team safe but being around Drac so much to keep an eye on them I feel lead to a conversation between he and Drac. And well things just got heated from there so to speak uwu

milk tea; what are their kisses like?

"Cold, but lined with love in every one. Drac could easily take advantage of being so close like that but despite the fact he has fangs he's gentle." You would think Steve wouldn't like the cold after being frozen for years but when it comes to Drac it doesn't bother him anyway XD Okay but now they are so different even done to the kisses Steve is warm being a live and Drac is cold from being undead yet thier kisses together balance out well

coffee; do they get jealous easily? how do they show it? "For what?" Sweet baby here is a lair. So wanna know why else he was just so mad with Drac? he was. Jealous. See Steve Skull seems to do nothing but take from him, he took Bucky away from him, and he took his life in the 1920's from him. He took his daughters and hurt them and he took someone he loved. Drac.

rosehip tea; how romantic are they? how do they show affection? "I think I can be pretty romantic when able to."

Steve is a sap let be honest he romanticizes the smallest things but they are special to him seeing how he lived a life riddle with 1000 illnesses and somehow didn't die a normal life was never in the card for Steve so he likes to romance Drac when they let him. Holding thier hand when he can combing back thier long white hair, when alone tugging them into kisses. Mostly its when they are alone he know how Drac is with his image so PDA isn't a thing for them I imagine.

black tea; what do they look for in a person?

"I like people who can stand firm in what they believe, strive to look out for others."

There are many things Steve admires in people but when it comes to Drac these parts stand out Vampire or not Drac cares for his kingdom it may cause fights between or at least has but Steve can respect that Drac will protect his kind and dose in a roundabout way want to preserve his kind against humans. He also loves someone who has a good heart and Drac can't hide that from Steve under all the armor.

pomegranate tea; at what point did they know they loved their s/o?

"When..I saw the ice cold water and knew this cold wasn't coming from Drac."

It's not that Steve wasn't aware of how he was feeling before he fell into the ice it was more in those moments knowing what he was having to give up Drac was a big one. He regretted never saying it at the time even if Drac may not feel the same or laugh at him Steve wished he said it before he left that day to go end things with Skull.

matcha tea; how and when do they propose to their s/o?

"Well, i'm letting him set the pace there we'll say." Steve knows how Drac is and though he is ready to say yes to a ring he wants to let Drac set the pace on if they go that far they haven't talked about it but Steve has thought about it and sure there are some things to consider with marrying a vampire and the king of them at that Steve knows that ring or not he and Drac are staying together for a long time maybe they will take a marriage over turning him?

chai tea; how do they spice up their relationship?

“Drac try’s to coax me into the idea of becoming a vampire like him.”

Okay but seriously Steve isn’t the spriest of men out there he is but flour, the most he dose is get into the whole biting thing with Drac, he just enjoys it uwu and slight bit of role play in that Drac likes to up play the Steve being his thrall angel and Steve enjoys the praise that comes from it uwu So I guess some Dom and Sub as well at play.

hibiscus tea; what’s their favourite place to take their s/o?

“Anywhere. Mainly Lush though ”

Look you can’t really take a vampire out like you would someone else so it limits the options its why Steve just enjoys where ever they do go but I do like to think Steve mainly loves taking Drac to Central Park at night for late strolls all alone just them and the stars peaking between the trees maybe they can even hold hands. But also Lush since it seems to keep Drac from going into a blood frenzy.

green tea; how do they comfort their s/o? 

“That would require Drac even showing me he needs that.”

Drac being Drac I can’t see him exposing a need for comfort even to Steve guy struggles enough with a simple I love you his way so I cat see Drac even showing or express the need. Steve may not even always know when to tell when they need it He likely misreads or tries his best. look for slightly inflections on Dracs face. At most Steve just gives more physical touch lik just letting his had rest against the back of Dracs when they stand next to each other any touch on exposed skin so they can feel his warmth its an invite and reminder t Drac to say if he needs Steve is there.

russian caravan tea; how experienced are they with relationships?

“More than people seem to think.”

Steve has had more experience than he seems to show granted he wasn’t always interested Steve often dragged into doubling with Bucky for one. But those would be human experiences anyway. Being involved with Drac well can’t really relate the two, Drac isn’t human he doesn’t feel or think like a human dose he isn’t a monster because he has the capacity for those but it’s still worlds of difference.

english breakfast tea; would they want a family?

“I don’t see that outside the fact I have my girls….and Nina and Drac don’t get along all that well.”

Nina and Brooklyn are Steves world the fact Drac looked out for Brook when she was with skull means a lot to steve and had a lot todo with him giving Drac a chance to explain why he suddenly (suddenly to Steve at least) changed sides.

rooibos tea; what’s their favourite thing to do with their s/o?

“As boring as this will sound talk.”

Drac isn’t human the blue skin and red eyes the whole being a vampire makes that clear. But Steve has enjoyed a lot of their conversations sure it often points to everything that is just so different about them but it also shows Steve who Drac is past being a aspire past being a king even he loves hearing their thoughts and that what he fell in love with.

#muse| steve rogers #madamkezzie #aflockoffeathers #[ kissed by a vampire aflockoffeathers] #meme answers #muse bio: steve rogers #stayed qeued

[linisteahouse]

My Tea Collection

Earl Grey - Tom Hiddleston

Green Tea - Henry Cavill

Chai Tea - Sebastian Stan

Peppermint Tea - Bucky Barnes

Camomile Tea - Stucky

Matcha Tea - Tom Holland

Hibiscus Tea -

Peach Tea - Chris Evans

Tessomancy - Harry Potter

good ol‘ coffee - Criminal Minds

Tea Recommendation’s- Weekly list of Recommendation’s

Weekly Cup of Tea - just some thoughts

#linisteahouse

[earlgreydream]

𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭. || 𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝: 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐲 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 & 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭? 𝐇𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐲𝐝𝐫𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭. 𝐇𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝. 𝐜𝐰: 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐝𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟

“Isn’t he cute?” your friend grinned, bouncing her newborn son in her arms, showing him off to the people gathered at the small party.

You leaned back into Bucky’s body, your chest aching as you wrestled with jealousy. Of course you were happy for your friend, and her baby was cute, but you couldn’t help the pain that throbbed in your heart. You and Bucky had been trying for two years, but you were never able to be pregnant. The doctors suspected it was from all the trauma your body had endured at the hands of HYDRA, along with experimental testing that had left you infertile. 

Bucky had married you knowing it was unlikely you would ever have biological children, and he never minded, because you were enough for him. And, he’d assured you that adoption was always an option. Every time you thought you had made peace with the reality of your situation, one of your friends was announcing another pregnancy or birth, and that painful desire for something you couldn’t have rose in your throat. 

Bucky snaked his arm around your waist, gently squeezing you. He felt the tension in your body, noticing how quiet you got as the women fawned over the baby. 

“Do you want to go?” he whispered in your ear, his hand gently rubbing circles on your hip. 

“Do you mind?” you asked, looking up at him. 

The second he saw the misery in your eyes, he shook his head. He kissed your forehead, taking a deep breath. 

“I’m so sorry, but we have to head out,” Bucky spoke up for both of you. 

“So soon?”

“Yeah, we’ve got to pick up my cousin from the airport,” Bucky lied, saving face.

You waved, hardly able to speak with the knot in your throat. Your husband led you outside into the twilight, opening the passenger door of the vintage yellow car he drove. 

You were quiet on the ride home, watching the streetlights flicker by through the window. Bucky gently squeezed your thigh, trying to offer some silent support. You wrestled with guilt, hating the envious feeling that you had toward your friends who were lucky enough to have children, but you couldn’t help yourself.

“I don’t mean to be horrible. I hate to be jealous, I just...” you sobbed, breaking down into tears as he pulled into the drive.

“You’re not horrible. My love, I promise,” he held your hand, hugging you tightly as soon as you were inside the house.

He sat with you on his lap, letting you cry out your feelings. His jaw was tight as he bit back the heartache he felt at your despair, comforting you silently until your sobs had subsided. His metal hand rubbed up and down your back, calming you with the rhythmic movements.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, burying your face in his shoulder and clinging to your husband. Bucky’s heart broke as he hugged you, feeling every ounce of your pain and soaking it up.

“I don’t want to think, James. Please, help me shut my brain off,” you begged hoarsely. 

“Are you sure? We can just take it easy tonight,” he asked, cupping your face and brushing your tears away. 

“Please.”

.

“Can I get you some soup?” Bucky asked, sitting on the edge of your bed, where you were lying in the dark, sick to your stomach. 

“No. I think I need to see a doctor,” you groaned, covering your eyes as another wave of nausea swept over you.

“I’ll take you in. Here,” he helped you up, slipping one of his hoodies over your head.

“I don’t feel good,” you whimpered pitifully. 

“Oh, doll, I know. We’re going to figure out what’s wrong, okay?” Bucky carried you out to the car, driving you to the doctors office.

You sat miserably in the cold waiting room, watching Bucky argue with the receptionist, telling her you needed to be seen, asking what was taking so long. You snuggled down deeper in his hoodie, watching him as you tried to stay awake. You were exhausted from being sick all night, hardly able to keep your eyes open as the nausea consumed you. 

Finally, after an hour of waiting, leaning into your husband’s side, the nurse called you back and began to take your vitals as you sat on an exam table, wanting to cry from misery. 

“Are you pregnant, Mrs. Barnes?” The nurse questioned, making you tense.

“No, I’m infertile,” you answered.

“We’ve got to test your blood anyways, it’s just routine. To be sure,” she said, nearing you with a needle.

You squeezed your eyes shut, holding Bucky’s hand as she drew blood from your arm, being as careful as possible. You hated having your blood drawn, as well as hating immunizations. Bucky gave you reassuring kisses to your forehead, praising you softly for taking the shot so well. 

“Give me just a few moments,” the nurse left you alone in the room.

You covered your eyes, uncomfortable in the light. Bucky brushed hair out of your face, promising he’d make you some soup and tea when you got home, telling you he’d watch whatever you wanted on Netflix.

“I have some news!” The nurse announced, re-entering the room.

You sat up, looking at her in confusion.

“You are definitely pregnant.”

“That’s impossible,” you responded, shaking your head in disbelief.

“You’re just having some morning sickness, that’s all this is. I can get you on Zofran and some prenatal supplements and get you right out of here, once we schedule some follow ups!” She smiled brightly.

“James…?” You looked up at him, analyzing his shocked expression.

“Yeah, yeah,” he seemed to snap out of it.

You were still stunned as you got in the car, already beginning to feel a bit better. After spending so long accepting that being a mother was never an option for you, the idea you were pregnant seemed surreal.

“I didn’t think we could have a baby,” you said softly, touching your stomach.

“Neither did I, but I think we’ll be great parents, and you’ll look beautiful all pregnant and glowing,” he said, kissing your lips, feeling you smile against him.

. 6 months later .

“My clothes don’t fit,” you sighed, struggling to stand up off the end of the bed.

“You can wear my shirt, doll,” Bucky smiled, leaning down and kissing your round belly.

“I feel so chubby,” you complained, pushing his face away.

“Doll, you’re absolutely beautiful. I love your body like this, you look divine,” he argued, his hands tracing the curves of your changing body, smoothing over wider hips, a fuller stomach, and swollen breasts.

“Do you mean it?”

“I do, my love,” he whispered, cupping your face and pulling you into a kiss.

“I’m fact, I could absolutely devour you,” he grinned, backing you onto the bed, gently laying you down as he crawled over you. 

Your skin was warm as he went to work kissing every part of you, lingering a bit on your chest until you were pushing his head away. He hummed against your belly, and you caught a quiet “I love you,” from the former soldier. You started to cry, emotions swirling through you like tidal waves. 

“I never imagined that I could be this happy,” you confessed tearfully as he gazed at you, waiting for you to tell him why you were crying. 

“You deserve it. It’s going to be okay from now on. I love you, and I will love our child more than anything. You’ll be a great mother. It’s going to be perfect,” he promised. 

#earl grey bucky #bucky #bucky barnes #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes oneshot #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes fluff #bucky fluff #bucky x reader #bucky angst #bucky imagine #bucky oneshot #marvel #marvel au #avengers #avengers au

[sinner-as-saint]

pretty boy

Bucky Barnes x Reader (Uni AU) 

Run-through: You first noticed him in the grocery store, while you were out shopping for food. Pretty blue eyes, gorgeous hair, tall and a soft look on his pretty face. For the first time ever, you actually had to stop and stare at a man for a few seconds. Then he started popping up everywhere - on campus, at the coffee shop you worked at, in the library - always with that same soft and longing stare. One day, you finally decided to make the first move and it ends up being one of the best things you’ve done in a long time

Themes: slight sub!bucky, smut, fluff, loss of virginity, explicit language, 

Oh fuck. Your eyes widened in realisation. That’s him! 

That’s the boy from the grocery store! You had to refrain from squealing, or making weird faces - luckily you had your mask on so no one could see you biting your lip nervously as the pretty boy made his way over to the counter to place his coffee order. 

You had seen him at the grocery store just two weeks ago. And you’d been seeing him all over the place ever since. He went to your uni, and you’d never seen him before but god damn was he a sight. 

As he approached, you caught your heart racing. Black t-shirt, black jeans, black boots, shoulder-length silky black hair which he keeps running his fingers through and those damn piercing blue eyes. 

Jesus. Here he comes. Act naturally. 

“Hi,” You said in your usual, sweet voice, “Ready to order?” 

He nodded, looking into your eyes again with that soft stare. Oh for fuck’s sake, this has been happening a lot during these past few days. Somehow, whenever you two were around each other, you’d end up making eye contact for way too long for it to just be casual. Just two days ago, you’d been staring at one another from across the room for so long in the library even your friends picked up on it. 

There was undeniable tension brewing between the two of you and you were slightly annoyed at both of you for not doing anything about it.  

“Uh, yeah,” He said, “I’ll just get a black coffee. Large. No sugar.” 

You nodded, immediately putting his order into the system. Fuck, even his voice is hot. Deep and low, but also so smooth. So you couldn’t help but wonder how your name would sound coming from his mouth. Speaking of names, “Can I have a name for that order?” You asked. 

“Bucky.” 

Your hands trembled as you noted that. Bucky… pretty name for a pretty boy. 

When you handed him his to-go cup, your fingers brushed against one another and when you looked up, those piercing blue-grey eyes were staring into yours. Out of nowhere, you blurted out what your name was and you said, “I’ll see you around. Have a good day!” 

That was creepy, no?

But regardless, he gave you a breathtaking smile and nodded, “See you around.” 

You watched him leave the shop, excited just thinking about when you’d see him again. 

—

Bucky ended up coming over at the coffee shop more frequently. Mostly to finish his papers and homework, but also to see you. And you’d both play the same game over and over again - lengthy eye contacts and then, nothing. Not a goddamn word said other than the occasional hi or hello. 

You were getting sick of it because each time you felt his eyes on you, you’d get all hot and bothered. You began imagining how soft his pink lips would feel, or how warm his hands would feel if he held yours. On other days you’d wonder about other parts of him. 

But you were sure that both of you could feel the thick tension by now. Be it in the coffee shop, or when you happened to see one another in the library, or in the hallways. You were getting sick of it. He was so handsome you couldn’t even ignore him. 

Oh fuck this. 

One afternoon, he showed up at the coffee shop again. Ordered an Earl Grey and gave you the same soft, puppy dog eyes as he stared at you longingly like he was too shy to ask for what he wanted. You pretty much glared at him in return. But this time, as you handed him his cup you said, “I get off at 6 by the way.” 

He was surprised, pleasantly. “Oh, uh… I- I was gonna ask you, I mean I’ve been wanting to ask you but, um, I wasn’t sure if you-,” 

You cut him off, “There’s this cute little diner not far from here. I heard they make great burgers. Do you wanna go grab a bite?” 

You saw the way he was breathing faster now, and how he seemed flushed. Is he… nervous? 

“Yes,” He said too quickly, then sighed in embarrassment while you thought it was actually kind of cute, “I mean, yeah. I’d love to go out with you.” He quickly added, “To the diner.” 

You chuckled, “Okay, pretty boy. See you at 6.” You even gave him a little wink and watched his cheeks get rosy before he grabbed his drinks and rushed out of the shop. 

—

He was right on time. And he’d even changed into a different shirt. 

The diner was a short walk away and the evening was perfect for a little walk so neither of you were in a rush. You noticed the way his arm brushed against yours with each step you took and a few minutes into the walk, you got bold and wrapped your arm around his bicep, leaning into him just a little. 

The soft smile he gave you as you did that made your heart flutter. But it also got you thinking if he’d smile the same way if you were on top of him riding his- 

“...didn’t think that you did.” He spoke, then waited for a response. 

But your mind was deep in the gutter so it took you a few seconds to say, “I’m sorry, I didn’t catch that.” 

He smiled then repeated, “I said, I always see you around but I never thought you’d ever notice me like that.” 

Aww. You smiled up at him and leaned closer, “How could I not? You’re so… pretty.” 

He blushed. Rosy cheeks and all and said, “No one’s ever called me that before.” 

You chuckled, trailing your hand down his arm to lace your fingers with his as you pulled him into the cosy little diner, “Well, believe me. You are.” 

–

Dinner with Bucky was awesome. He made you laugh endlessly, he was easy to talk to and be around, he was polite to the staff who served you two, he was just so interesting. The atmosphere was perfect; moody, golden lights, not too crowded and with soft music playing in the background. It felt like a proper date. 

And Bucky was perfect; exactly the kind of polite boyfriend one would like. 

But you being you, your mind naturally wandered to filth. His large, beautiful hands instantly had you thinking about inappropriate stuff. His lips, the sound of his voice when he laughed, the way his eyes lit up whenever he was excited about something, the way he licked his lips after each sip of his drink. 

Good lord- 

“You okay?” He asked, during one of your filthy imaginations, “You seem a little troubled. What’s up?” 

Uh oh. You immediately sat up straight and chuckled nervously, “Nothing,” God it was hard to even look at him without wondering what his mouth would feel like against your-, “Are you, um, doing anything tonight? Do you have plans?” You asked, as casually as you could - not wanting to make him feel like you were clawing at him like a hungry lioness. 

He shook his head, “Nope. It’s kinda lame, isn’t it? I feel like almost everyone has plans on Friday nights, except me.” He chuckled. 

“It’s not lame,” You laughed, “You’re such a busy guy after all, always studying and staring at people.” You pointed out playfully, making him blush again and he tried to hide it by bringing his glass up to his lips. “I don’t have plans either, you know. I share a flat with my step sister not far from here,” You paused, letting him process it all, “Do you wanna come over? For a drink?” 

You bit your lip nervously as you waited for his reply. 

Bucky’s eyes lit up again in the most adorable ways. “Yeah,” He said, “Sure, uh, I hope your sister won’t mind.” 

You shook your head, “She’s out at some festival, with her boyfriend that our parents definitely don’t approve of.” You chuckled, “She won’t be back for a week or so, don’t worry.” 

Bucky nodded, seeming just a little more flushed than earlier. “Alright, we can go hangout at yours.” 

—

The walk back to your place was filled with laughter and flirting and longing stares. You tried assessing Bucky as much as you could. Would he be the type of guy to ease into it, or would he tear your clothes off the moment you’d make it past the front door? Does he like making out or is he gonna get straight into it? Is he a couch guy, or a bed guy? Against the wall kinda guy? 

Surprisingly, he was so comfortable in your space once you made it to your flat. “Wow,” he said, looking around, “This is nice. Your parents insisted on paying for this rather than let you and your sister stay in a dorm, you said?” 

“Yup,” You took your jacket off and placed your keys down on the coffee table in the living room. The flat was spacious enough for more than two people, and your sister was almost always out so it was basically just your place. “My step sister’s dad thinks dorms would be bad for her and that this,” You pointed around, “would make us both more responsible and prepare us to have and care for our own homes one day. So here we are.” You then asked, “Beer?” 

Bucky placed down his jacket as well as he nodded. You immediately turned around and calmed your racing heart because the sight of him in just a tight, white t-shirt and black jeans was making you want to act up. 

When you came back into the living room with the beers, you found Bucky standing by the book shelf in the corner of the room. 

“Here,” You handed him a bottle and took a sip out of yours, “So, solely based on my books, would you be my friend?” 

He chuckled then perused your bookshelf some more, “Let’s see,” He trailed his finger over the spines and listed as he went, “Fantasy, romance, oh dark romance,” He sent you a smirk then went back to the books, “More fantasy, more romance,” Then he turned to you and said, “You are a hopeless, but adventurous romantic and a dreamer.” He pointed out, making you roll your eyes at him. 

“Answer the question, Bucky.” You raised an eyebrow at him and he laughed. 

“Yes, I think I’d love to be your friend.” He said so while his eyes slowly trailed down to where your mouth was wrapped around the bottle. “If you’ll have me…” He whispered, his stare made your heart skip a beat and suddenly it felt hotter than usual and it was hard to breathe. 

But you couldn’t look away. And neither could he. So when you hesitantly leaned in just a little to test the waters, his lips met yours halfway. 

Slow and gentle at first, but then you got impatient and you placed the bottle on the shelf itself and wrapped your arms around his strong shoulders, sliding your fingers into his hair. Bucky moaned softly into your mouth as your tongue stroked the top of his mouth, and that sound alone made you clench your thighs together. 

After he placed his beer down, his arms wrapped around your waist as he pulled you closer, kissing you deeper as he moved the two of you backwards, to the large red couch in the middle of your living room. 

He laid you down and climbed on top of you, still kissing you. He nibbled on your lower lip before pushing his tongue past your lips, stroking the top of your mouth while his hand slowly slid under your shirt and he gently toyed with your breast. 

You let out a giggle which turned into a soft moan as he kissed you deeper and pinched your nipple at the same time. He smirked through the kiss when you squirmed under him. 

“Can I touch you, now?” You asked, your mouth moving against his lips as your hands wandered down his body, ready to unbuckle his belt. 

Bucky pulled away to look at you. Then he looked down to where his thigh had found itself in between yours. “I wanna taste you first.” He replied, making your lips part in surprise as he kissed his way down your body without even hesitating. “May I?” He asked, his fingers grazing the waistband of your skirt. “Please?” 

You just nodded, your heart racing faster and faster as he quickly got rid of your skirt and your underwear. He wasted no time lowering his mouth latched to your clit and his tongue parting your folds. Bucky moaned as he tasted you. He worked his mouth at your entrance like his life depended on it. Sucking and licking and shoving his tongue past your wet folds, he ate you out like there’s no tomorrow. 

Meanwhile you were a mess. Your fingers tugging on his hair, you moaned out loud, throwing your head back as his tongue worked wonders against your sensitive clit, making you feel all tingly and warm as you dripped all over his lips and chin.

“You taste so good…” he murmured against your wet folds and you very gently rolled your hips against his face, smearing your arousal all over his lips and chin, “Does that feel good?” He asked, licking from your entrance up to your clit, with his teeth grazing it until he had you moaning loudly against him.

“Fuck… yes,” You gasped, then giggled in pleasure. “Oh damn you, slow down.” You whined. 

“No,” He protested softly, grabbing you by the hips and pressing his mouth harder in between them again, “I’m not done yet, I want more.” He demanded, pushing his tongue in between your folds again. He smiled against your wet skin and went back to making you arch your back in pleasure with his tongue in between your legs. 

“Fuck… Bucky if you don’t slow down I’m gonna come right now,” You warned, but it sounded more like you were begging him to keep going. 

He kept going, “Go on then, come all over my face,” He said, and went back to teasing and licking you like he was a starving man. 

You eventually did, moaning and tugging on his hair. You came all over his tongue, while he lapped up everything you gave him before kissing his way up your body.

“Fuck, why do you taste so good, hmm?” He murmured, more so to himself as he kissed up your neck. 

When he reached your lips, you pulled him in for a well-deserved kiss again. “Come here…” No one’s ever been that eager to please you by eating you out like that. He just rocked your world.

You smirked against his lips and pushed him down, flipping the two of you around so that now you straddled him. You settled comfortably on top of his crotch and took your shirt and bra off. Bucky looked up at you with nothing but adoration and lust. And a sparkle in his pretty eyes. 

You leaned down to gently brush your lips with his. His hands immediately rubbed up and down your sides lovingly. “Your mouth felt so good,” You whispered, your lips brushing with his ever so gently with each word and you could feel his heart racing beneath your palms, “I’ll return the favour later, okay? Because right now, I feel like I will die if I don’t have your cock inside me.” 

You pulled away to look at him, but your smirk slowly faded once you noticed that he seemed… shy? Nervous? 

“Hey,” You carefully pulled away, and sat up, still straddling him, “What is it?” You asked. 

“I’ve never, um…” He trailed off, blushing again. 

Oh. You were quite surprised because this was unexpected. “Okay,” You suddenly felt very much aware that you were straddling him, aroused and naked while he was fully clothed and a virgin. Yet, there was something so endearing about the way he was blushing. “It’s fine, I mean, we can stop. There’s no-,” 

“No,” He protested, grabbing both your wrists the moment you tried to get off of him, “I want this. I want you,” He sighed, “God, I’ve wanted you since the first time I saw you. I’ve thought of you ever since, not in a creepy way just-” He sighed again, “I want you. But you’re gonna have to… lead us ‘cause I don’t know how to, um, make it good for you.” 

You melted. 

“Oh baby,” You couldn’t help but lean down to give him a soft kiss on the lips. He wrapped his arms around your bare body, like he was worried you’d move away. When you pulled away from the kiss you asked, “Are you sure?” 

He nodded quickly, “Yes.” 

You smiled at him, “Come on then, we can’t have your first time being on a couch.” You got up and held your hand out for him to take. You caught the tent in his pants and the way his eyes quickly roamed your naked body before he placed his hand into yours and let you guide him towards your bedroom. 

Once you made it past the door, you were quick to push him down on your bed and climb on top of him again. You kissed your way up his body, undressing him in the process. And once he was just as bare as you, you leaned in to kiss him again. 

“Tell me what feels right and what doesn’t, okay?” You spoke, staring into his pretty blue eyes. 

He nodded, giving you puppy dog eyes and licking his now swollen lips, “Okay.” 

He gasped quietly as you slowly kissed your way down his body again; down his neck, across his bare chest and all the way to his thick, erected cock. You looked up at him, watching how his face contorted in pleasure as you placed a gentle kiss on the tip before sliding up and aligning it to your entrance, rubbing it up and down your slit for a moment. 

He closed his eyes momentarily, lips parted and gasping as he tilted his head back. He looked so good, completely at your mercy. 

“Please,” He mumbled, “Please just-,” 

You cut him off by grabbing him and sliding him inside of you. He gasped and groaned along with you once you did. He fit so perfectly inside of you, so snug and filled you up so nicely that you had to take a moment and take a breath. 

The gasps and moans which escaped his lips as he squirmed under you only made you want to ride him like an animal. But you wanted to take things slow for a bit, and make sure he enjoys it as much as you did. 

Your wet warmth wrapped all around him made him swear under his breath. You leaned in and caressed his face, looking him deep in his ocean blue eyes while you rocked your hips against his gently. “You okay?” You whispered against his lips. 

He placed his hands on either side of your hips and tried to get you to move against him, groaning when he realised you were teasing him. He said, “You feel so damn good,” He tried to thrust up but you didn’t let him move much, “Oh please,” He begged, “Please.” 

You chuckled and leaned in to bite his lip, tugging on it as you pulled away. “Okay, baby.” You placed your palms on his chest for leverage and stared deep into his eyes as you began moving slowly, “I’ll make it feel good.” You whispered, riding him and gradually increasing your pace while still gauging his reaction as you moved up and down his cock. 

His desperation was quite clear in his voice and his moans once you started riding him, and he began to thrust his hips up trying to match your movements. When you leaned down again to kiss his lips, he cupped your face with one hand, while keeping the other on your hip, he spoke while looking deep into your eyes, “Do I feel good?” He asked, genuinely curious. 

You almost moaned again at his question. You nodded quickly, for some reason his need for validation aroused you even more, “Yes,” You whined against his lips, “You feel so good, baby. Your cock feels so good.” 

But you messed with him even then, you slowed down your pace whenever he got too loud, and you sped up when he least expected it.

At some point, he was nothing but a sweaty, moaning mess under you, messy hair, swollen lips, and a throbbing cock. You couldn’t help but place your hand around his neck, squeezing the sides of his throat just a little. Which then made him groan a little louder. 

You groaned, sliding down on his cock as slowly as you could. “Fuck… you look so god damn-,” 

He cut you off, “Pretty?” He asked, almost taunting you with a playful smirk on his lips. 

You raised an eyebrow at him, choking him just a little harder making him lose his smirk. “Yeah. Pretty.” You confirmed. 

He groaned. “You’re gonna make me come,... oh fuck, you feel so good. More, more, more… please,” He was right on the edge, you could tell. “Make yourself come on my cock, please.” 

You quickened your pace and bounced faster on his cock, and Bucky got loud, growling as you teased him, and whining your name whenever you kept him on the edge for too long. 

“Are you gonna come for me, pretty boy?” You asked, barely able to keep it together as your walls clenched around him. “You can come inside me,” You caught the way he swore under his breath once you said that. 

“You are a dangerous woman,” He whispered, gasping in pleasure. 

You giggled, moved faster, “Fill me up with your cum, Bucky. Come on baby, come inside me,” You finished with a moan as you felt the pressure becoming too much to handle. 

Your walls clenched around him, gripping him and milking him perfectly as he came like you asked him too. 

You came hard, right after him, still riding his sensitive, throbbing cock as you did. Then you leaned down to kiss him again, letting him know how good he was - the two of you out of breath. 

- 

You were both a mess of tangled limbs and satiated smiles long after you were done fucking for the third time that night. You placed your head on his chest and he lazily ran his fingers up and down your back. 

“Bucky?” You called out. 

“Hmm.” His chest vibrated as he responded. 

“You okay?” You asked. 

He chuckled lazily, “Yeah, I am. You?” 

You lifted your head up to look at him. “Great,” You said, placing a kiss on his chin. “You’re so warm. Think you could stay the night?” 

He gave you the prettiest smile you’d even seen on a man and nodded, “Sure. Can we do this again in the morning?” 

You smiled and snuggled closer to him, “Of course, pretty boy.” You chuckled when he blushed at the nickname. “Anytime.” 

#bucky barnes au #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes imagine

[bucksfucks]

how about dilf!bucky and cockwarming (if you’re into that kinda thing) 👀

⟶ midnight delight ; dilf!bucky

SUMMARY || you fall asleep before you & bucky can have time to yourselves, but bucky has a dream about you and needs you now. turns out you didn’t keep all that quiet.

PAIRING || dilf!bucky x f!reader

WORD COUNT || 1,327 words

WARNINGS || mention of: squirting, scars, pregnancy & masturbation, cockwarming, breeding kink, size kink [belly bulge], crying kink, ruined kink, cumplay + creampie, lots of teasing & dirty talk, bucky turns subby for a moment — 18+ ONLY//MINORS DNI

NOTES || for bucky i’d have kids <<3

It was the first night where the kids were in bed before 10 PM.

Do you know how often that happened?

The kids asleep, the kitchen clean, and Bucky stepping out of the shower before 10 PM?

It never happened.

Bucky's towel hung low on his hips, dangerously low as it revealed his toned, but soft tummy. The tummy that was littered in hair and various scars that you’d always ask to hear stories about.

You loved listening to Bucky speak. About anything.

“The kids are?” Bucky was confused at the words that left your lips, “asleep?”

You nodded your head, giddy as you giggled, “they sure are.”

With the towel still wrapped around his hips he stepped closer and closer and even closer until he stood right in front of you.

Body still warm and slightly wet from the shower, smell of bergamot, like Earl Grey tea, on his skin.

You were on your knees, still having to crane your neck to look at him, “mmm, I think that calls for mommy and daddy to have their own celebration.” Bucky purrs, kissing you sweetly. 

You hum into the kiss, “I think we should.”

That’s the thing about having kids, you were tired.

Well, exhausted after the week you’d had. 

So when Bucky disappeared into the bathroom to finish getting ready for bed and you slid under the comfortable, oh so soft against your skin covers...well, you passed out.

Like a light. 

Cuddling Bucky’s pillow for him to come out and chuckle, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he turned off your bedside table lamp and slid under the covers himself. 

But you didn’t stay asleep long, getting roused by Bucky’s lips on your shoulder and neck.

You groggily opened your eyes, blinking rapidly as your eyes adjusted before you made the brave move of checking the alarm clock that sat on your nightstand. 

2:12AM.

Oh thank God.

“You awake, sweetheart?” Bucky asked, voice thick with sleep still as you groaned in response. 

“M’yeah,” is all you can mumble as you slowly get comfortable again, Bucky’s wandering hands causing a flutter in your lower tummy.

They’re squeezing your hips, pulling them tighter against his crotch and...

Oh. 

That’s explains why he was awake.

“Had a dream ‘bout you,” he whispers, lips back against your neck as you wiggle your hip, “tell me about it.” You breathe out in a sigh, smile on your lips as you enjoy the way he’s massaging your hips. 

“God,” he chokes out, “felt s’fuckin’ real.”

It had been a while since you and Bucky had been intimate. Not for a lack of trying, of course, but every time you would get interrupted. 

Or your vibrator had died because you hadn’t charged it in weeks.

Bucky has you pressed against his front now, dick rutting against your ass as you feel and hear his breathy little pants against your skin. 

“Jus’ need’a feel you, sugar. Your tight cunt wrapped ‘round me—shit,” he hisses, choking back a moan as his hips press themselves tighter against you before you’re flipped around.

“Been far too long since I’ve been buried deep ‘side of you,” he purrs, holding your face with one hand as the other is lifting your leg to hook over his hip.

You’re tingling, panties damp at the mere thought of his cock.

When his fingers swipe through your folds, collecting the sweet slick on the tops of them, is when you realize just how much you need it.

“S’fuckin’ wet, you’re soakin’ right through your pretty little panties,” he groans, dick twitching in his boxers, “fuck, I-I jus’,” he can’t finish his sentence. 

“I know, I know,” you pant, nodding your head, “need you, Bucky.”

He’s pushing his boxers down just far enough to grip his cock, shoving your underwear to side before plunging into you.

Slowly, both of you relishing in the moment that you’ve both been longing and yearning for. 

The low rumbling moans that leave Bucky’s lips makes you flutter around him, squeezing him tighter, “oh my God.” Bucky can’t even find the words. 

Chanting your name like a mantra, whimpering as he’s sunk into you, as deep as he can possibly go and he’s gripping onto you like you’re just a figment of his imagination that’ll fade away if he loosens his grip.

“Baby,” he rasps, “can we stay like this? So warm and wet,” he whines in your ear, “yeah, fuck, we can do anything you want.” You blurt because the feeling of Bucky nearly in your guts is sending you into overdrive. 

Holding each other, you stay connected for a little while, enjoying the moment as Bucky occasionally rock or circles his hips making you squeak and whimper yourself.

“The last time I was this deep ‘side of you,” he chuckles, “we got pregnant.”

You remember the last time, both of you ripping each other’s clothes before you ended up straddling him on the couch not allowed to move as Bucky kept you pinned on him. 

A shudder ran through you at the thought of that night.

Bucky cocks his head, “are ya thinkin’ of that night?” He hums, moving your head so you’re looking at him. 

““Bout how I fucked you ‘til you couldn’t remember your name? The way I made you squirt all over me that we had to buy a new couch? Or was it the way I stuffed you full of my cum?”

You let out a strangled sob, feeling yourself grow wetter from his words, making a mess over yours and his thighs. 

Your fingers are gripping his shirt, “please?” You croak and he just shakes his head, “please what?”

The frustration you felt was making it so you were close to tears, “oh baby, don’t cry, you know that jus’ makes it even harder for me to resist you.”

A stray few tears slip past your closed eyes, “need you, please, anything.” You hiccup, feeling his hands digging into your hips now.

“Anythin’?” He teases, pumping slowly into you, “I can work with that.”

The bed creaks, shitty headboard knocking against the wall and you both curse under your breaths just hoping that it doesn’t wake the kids up because you’re both sure as hell to horny to stop. 

“Love feelin’ myself deep in you. All the way,” he presses on your tummy, “here.”

“S’my favourite fuckin’ thing,” he continues to fuck you with slow, but deep strokes. 

“Havin’ you wrapped ‘round me, squeezin’ me with that greedy cunt of yours,” his eyebrows are tight, panting and it’s embarrassing how close you are.

“Plus,” he smirks, “I’ve missed seein’ that cute, swollen pregnant belly of yours.”

That’s all it takes for the coil to snap, biting down on Bucky’s shoulder as you cum because you’re nearly screaming his name.

“That’s it, baby, gonna let me fill you up. Gonna be leakin’—fuck.” Bucky’s hips stutter, spilling his seed in you and he can barely catch his breath.

You’re still floating, letting Bucky take care of cleaning you up before coaxing you to go to the bathroom before you inevitably fall back asleep.

The next morning you’ve both got a pep to your steps, breakfast laid out on the table; pancakes, various fruits, eggs, toast, and anything imaginable as your kids and Bucky make their way downstairs. 

“Hey dad?” Your youngest son says, “what is it, bud?”

“Why were you and mom jumping on the bed last night if I can’t?” You have top turn around, choking on your coffee as Bucky’s eyes blow wide.

Your daughter happily munching on her pancake, “we’re adults, that’s why.”

It’s a good answer, but it doesn’t please your son as he’s going to open his mouth, but Bucky beats him to it.

“When you’re an adult, you’ll understand, buddy,” Bucky laughs before quickly and swiftly changing the subject and coming up to stand behind you.

“Next time, remind me to gag you with your panties.”

#bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x reader smut #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes headcanons #bucky barnes headcanon #bucky barnes oneshots #bucky barnes oneshot #bucky barnes au #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes fic #dilf!bucky

[sweetkingdomstarlight-blog]

sunlight

Pairings - Sam Wilson x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader, Sam Wilson x Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson x Reader x Bucky Barnes (implied)

Words - 1381

Warnings - Sam Wilson being his charming self, slight jealousy, oral sex (m+f receiving), edging, anal sex, voyeurism, cum play

a/n - no one tells you that naming your fics is the hardest bloody part! This is for @cockslut-padalecki challenge Do you feel lucky punk? - My darling @buckyownsmylife gave me the idea for this and @dreamlessinparis made it filthier as always 🤣. This was beta'd by Grammarly so if there are mistakes blame them.

You were getting ready for your date, applying your mascara while you spoke to your friend on the phone, “You can’t date them both, they know each other. You’ll get caught out and it’ll be messy.” 

You rolled your eyes, checking your outfit in the mirror one last time, “Look, you don’t turn down a date with Sam Wilson. It’s against the laws of nature, and if you think a man as fine as Bucky Barnes isn’t dating several people at once then you’re more naive than I thought.” You heard a knock at your door and quickly said goodbye, making her promise to call you in an hour just in case things weren’t going well.

You watched Sam through the peephole as he waited patiently for you to answer, you didn’t want to seem too eager and counted to 20 in your head, making him wait. “I know you’re watching me, sweetheart, c’mon open up and let me in.” You cursed yourself and opened the door, smiling at him and inviting him inside. 

He handed you over one of the most delicious looking cupcakes you had ever seen, “Flowers are old school, who doesn’t want a cupcake?” You couldn’t argue with him and took it with you into the bedroom, asking him to wait a moment while you finished getting ready. 

Closing the bedroom door and leaning against it you could only smile, he was smooth and you liked it, a lot. You checked yourself in the mirror, spritzing on some perfume and deciding you were good to go. The cupcake was calling your name, you opened the box and took a little nibble, moaning to yourself as the flavours coat your tongue. Not wanting to make him wait for you any longer you grabbed your bag, finding him leaning against the back of the sofa with his hands in his pockets.

Before you could leave he stopped you, bringing his hand up to your face and cupping your cheek. You weren’t sure what he was doing until he used his thumb to wipe away the frosting leftover on your bottom lip. He held eye contact with you as he sucked his thumb clean and hummed, “Delicious.” He didn’t give you a moment to take in what happened before he was walking you down to his car and driving you to your date.

You didn’t realise he would be taking you to this coffee shop, it was the same one Bucky had brought you to just a few days ago and you hoped no one would recognise you. You told Sam you would find a table while he ordered drinks and breathed a sigh of relief that there was a free corner table so you could keep your back to the shop.

You watched Sam over your shoulder as he effortlessly charmed everyone around him, almost missing the call lighting up your phone. “Hey Doll, come meet me I wanna see you.” You kept one eye on Sam as you talked to Bucky, telling him you were on a date but you’d call him later. You didn’t miss the jealous tone in his voice as he asked you who you were out with but you cut him off, hanging up as Sam walked over to your table. 

Two coffees and an Earl Grey later, you excused yourself to use the bathroom. Taking a moment to stare at yourself in the mirror as you washed your hands you wondered how you got lucky enough to be dating both of these men. You went to check your phone to send a quick text to Bucky when you realised you must have left it on the table. He had a habit of texting you filthy things he had read on the internet and you weren’t smart enough to save his number as anything other than Bucky so you hoped you could get to your phone before Sam saw something you’d rather keep secret.

Peering out of the bathroom everything seemed normal so you casually walked back to the table before you could sit down however Sam stood and said he needed to get back. Your stomach dropped thinking he had seen something he wasn’t supposed to but your phone was clear and he didn’t seem upset so you let him take you home, singing along to the radio with him on the short journey.

You got back to your place and were about to say goodbye when he pushed you up against your front door, wrapping one hand around the back of your head and kissing you. He pulled back breathlessly and looked down at you smiling, “Can you come in?” You asked him, holding onto his jacket so he couldn’t get away. 

He shook his head, “I’ve got something important to do but I promise I’ll be seeing you sooner than you think.” His choice of words seemed a little unusual but you waved him off and let yourself in, kicking off your shoes and throwing your handbag on the sofa. Walking into your bedroom you jumped when you found Bucky sitting on the edge of your bed smiling at you and stretching out a hand to pull you closer.

“What the fuck are you doing in my bedroom?” He just smiled and shook his head.

“I can get into anyone’s place if I really wanted to, plus you leave your key on top of the doorframe so it’s not very difficult.” You slapped his chest and climbed into his lap, wrapping your legs around him and kissing him.

It didn’t take long for you to end up on your back, Bucky’s head under your dress. His tongue explored you with expert precision but he was being a tease tonight. He brought you to the edge three times, making you chant his name and almost rip the bedding beneath you as you gripped it tightly. 

He was having too much fun edging you and not letting you cum, you were unashamedly needy, begging him for more but he kept shaking his head and refusing. Instead, he put your panties back in place and pulled your dress back down just in time for Sam to walk in. You looked at the pair of them in horror, they were both so smug and you realised maybe you weren’t as secretive as you thought. “He’s so good with his mouth isn’t he sweetheart. Come on Bucky show her what a good boy you can be.”

You watched with your mouth wide open as Bucky unzipped him, taking him in his mouth and choking on his length. Sam gripped his hair and slowly thrust in and out, “Take it all for Daddy, get it nice and wet.” You couldn’t look away, your eyes were glued to them both, this was something that happened often between them and watching them wasn’t helping how desperate you were feeling right now.

You let out a needy whine, squeezing your thighs together. They stopped what they were doing and turned to look at you, “Look at her, let’s give her what she wants huh?”

You move back up the bed, giving them space and watch as Bucky strips and climbs over the top of you. He rummages around in your drawer and passes Sam some lube, you look at him confused, you did not need lube right now but the confusion passes when you see the absolute look of pleasure on Bucky’s face followed by the sounds of skin slapping against skin. 

You move your hand down, bunching up your dress. But before you can make any sort of contact Bucky grabs your hands and holds them above your head in one hand. It would be so hot if you weren’t absolutely desperate right now. “Bad girls don’t get to cum Doll.” 

You whisper out a plea but it goes unheard because of the sounds they’re both making. Sam uses Bucky and Bucky chants Sam’s name over and over. Bucky cums, staining your dress and running his fingers through it, bringing it to your lips and calling you a good girl when you suck them clean. He rolls off you and lays down, watching as Sam finishes in the same spot. “I think we need to have a little chat.”                              

#bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x reader #sam wilson x reader #sam wilson x you #sam wilson x bucky barnes #bucky x reader #sambucky fanfiction #sambucky #feelingluckychallenge

[samwontshare]

A ridiculous Sambucky ficlet where Sam suddenly can talk to birds.

—-

Sam held his head, woozy after something just spun him right round, right round. When the world stopped tilting, Sam shuffled to his feet. Whoever was stealing alien tech was gone and Sam’s head was pounding.

“That was embarrassing,” a voice said. “He flew into a window.”

“Oh leave him alone, he couldn’t see,” another voice chided. “Margie flew right into a window on 7th and Bancroft. I was there, I saw the whole thing. It can happen to anyone.”

“Wow, Margie, huh? She’s got game, too. Saw her pluck a fry from a man’s mouth.”

“Hello?” Sam called, brushing dirt off his suit. “Show yourselves.”

“Is he talking to us?”

“He can’t be talking to us. He’s a human. They only yell at us and talk at us like their babies.”

Sam crossed his arms over his chest, annoyance more pressing than his headache. “Yeah, I’m talkin’ to you.”

“Up here, handsome,” a third voice called, flirtatious. Sam looked up and saw nothing but pigeons on a fence.

“Really not in the mood for this game right now,” Sam said slowly.

“Oh ignore him, he’s so horny he’ll flirt with a human in a bird costume. Go get a nest, Earl!”

Sam stopped. Three pigeons were looking right at him. One lifted a wing like a wave. No.

No, no, nononono.

He lifted a finger and pointed. “Earl?”

“Heavens to Horus, he’s pointing at us!” A pigeon ruffled its feathers. “He can understand us!”

The second one said, “That’s Earl. I’m Peg. That’s really rude. We look nothing alike.”

Sam started backing away slowly. No. Nope. He didn’t have time for this shit today.

“Wow, Captain America can’t be bothered to talk to pigeons. Mr. High and Mighty because of his size. Biggest pigeon on the block. We get it.”

“No, Captain America can’t be bothered to talk to pigeons because you’re pigeons!” Sam yelled a little too shrill. He was shaking a finger at the birds. What even the hell?

“Uh, Sam?” Bucky asked, concerned. Great timing as usual, Buck. “What’s going on?”

“The damn birds got an attitude is what,” Sam fumed, distracted.

“He’s just mad because his boyfriend saw him fly into a window.”

“Hey, that was a high tech, highly invisible force shield, thank you,” Sam took a step forward. “And he is not my boyfriend!”

“I—what?” Bucky grabbed Sam’s arm.

“Kiss, kiss, kiss!” all three birds said and Sam was just about done with this mission. All of a sudden they took off, rushing Sam in a flurry of grey wings, spinning him right into Bucky’s arms.

Bucky’s face turned three shades of red. His left arm had come up to protect Sam’s head, his metal hand on the back of his neck. “Um.”

Sam shook his head. This day couldn’t get any weirder. Apparently he talks to birds now, and that was just one damn thing more than he needed right then. Maybe he could blame this on the head wound later. They were only inches apart anyway. So when the pigeons made a return fly by, Sam took the excuse to kiss Bucky. The Winter Soldier went rigid before leaning into Sam like a long needed drink of water.

“You’re welcome!” Peg said. “Aw, they’ll make lovely eggs together.”

“I don’t think that’s how that works, Peg.”

Sam gave them the bird and tried to figure out how he would explain this to Bucky later.

#sam wilson #bucky barnes #sambucky #silly fic #my fic