#marvel one shot
Double Secret Extravaganza: 2
A/N: Yeah he’s Shang-Chi here! Woo!! This is a SEQUEL to: Double Secret Extravaganza
What do you think?
Pairings: Shang-Chi x Avenger!Reader (not a Stark)
Warnings: The usual for me, lots of swears.
Summary: You now know what the personal business was your boyfriend had to deal with. Sitting together in Ta Lo, the two of you talk things out before the final battle that’s to come.
You’d finally had a quiet moment together. Between The Golden Daggers Club and escaping his father’s compound, things were extremely hectic. Well, compared to everything you’d done so far in your life, they were fairly normal levels of hectic. You’d forgotten the rush, the fear, the adrenaline of being part of something bigger than everyday life since defeating Thanos, and all these feelings that had happened since the club were nothing short of familiar.
The only difference was finding yourself, once again, in love with someone who was far from an average, everyday citizen. Shaun—sorry, your boyfriend, Shang-Chi, was far from ordinary. You’d known that, of course. You knew there was something different about him that was a mystery, and you liked it. The only thing you had really known was that his family life was less than stellar dinner conversation, and you had never pushed, but recent events forced him to reveal everything to you. They also forced you to reveal everything to him.
Now the two of you were sitting along the edge of the water, gazing out at the very door that you were trying to protect and keep his father from destroying in two days’ time. Shang-Chi was perfectly quiet beside you, staring at the door and replaying his life story for you before recent events flashed before his very eyes and he remembered something about you.
“And you’re an Avenger,” he shook his head a little in disbelief. “Even after watching you, I almost still can’t believe it. I just thought you were my girlfriend who slept too much and drank way too much coffee and asked random strangers to pet their dogs.”
“Well, it’s still me,” you replied. “And you’re still my boyfriend who drinks three bobas at a time.”
“I have to justify that delivery fee somehow,” He shook his head, the two of you chuckling quietly. “How could you….how?”
“How could you just push that part of your life away and be this totally different person?”
“It’s not different from what you’ve done. Why do you think it is?”
“Uh, well, you fought Thanos. You lived with all of the Avengers! You guys, like, fought Ultron and all these bad guys, Hydra, all of that. But you just — you run around like a normal person.”
You laughed and shook your head, “It’s really not so different. I feel like you’re underplaying your own life.”
“Well, because you’re an Avenger. You’re —“
“You’re Xu Shang-Chi,” you retorted quickly. “You’ve done things I can’t possibly fathom myself doing — and not for reasons of right or wrong, but just because I don’t think I’d be strong enough to do it, or I don’t think I’d be skilled enough to do it.” You took a deep breath and nodded a few times to yourself, “I think it’s safe to say we’ve both had, for lack of a better term, some fucked up shit happen in our lives, and we don’t have to make it a trauma competition.”
“Right,” he nodded in agreement with you and took your hand in his to hold close to his heart. “I’d win, anyway.”
“Oh, so now you’re in a joking mood?” You retorted while he gave you a small smile. “You know, maybe this isn’t so bad for us.”
“I guess not,” he reasoned. “Now we just get to learn about each other all over again.” He grinned and leaned over to rest on you, and you leaned into him as well. “We would find each other, huh? An assassin and a superhero.”
“We’re basically two lethal weapons,” you joked. “Hey, maybe we can be the reboot of Lethal Weapon.”
“Oh, great.” He groaned. “Who is the old man?”
“You ,obviously. I’m too young and beautiful,” you teased.
“So you’re the insane one?”
You pursed your lips, “Well, I mean….reboots can be different.” You said while he snickered. Sighing you squeezed his hand tighter in yours.
“This absolutely explains why you’re so cold all the time and you love leaning on me,” He grinned.
“You’re a human furnace to my naturally freezing cold body. Really, it didn’t feel like fucking a corpse? Or a vampire?”
“Well, now I’m going to have that stuck in my head for awhile,” He muttered under his breath. “A corpse? Really?”
“What? They’re cold.”
He shook his head, “You’re much warmer than you think you are. Except for one time, I thought you were sick—“
“You were snoring and I wanted you to roll away.”
“Wow. I thought your powers were for good.”
You shrugged, “It was good for me.”
Silence fell on you after that. Not that it was awkward, it wasn’t. It was a comfortable silence where the two of you just enjoyed being in each other’s presence. It was a new chapter for the both of you, as though you had both stepped out of the shadows that were hiding your lives and keeping you from giving your all to each other.
But there was also the fact that you had to deal with what was coming. His father and his army were heading to his mother’s village, and he was going to stop at nothing to open that gate, even if it meant destroying part of their legacy. Shang-Chi cleared his throat as he prepared to speak, thinking over and over again about what he wanted to talk about.
“We should talk strategy for when he comes,” he said quickly.
You shrugged, “I’ll put a wall of ice over the door. I’ll hold it as long as possible.”
“Not that — but that’s a good point,” He exhaled slowly and turned so his body was facing you, prompting you to turn with him and stare at him curiously. “We’ll probably get separated out there because I’ve got stop my father, and I have to help protect this place.”
You nodded, “Okay…What are you saying?”
“I’m saying that I want you to come back to me,” he told you, the muscles in his jaw twitching briefly as he clenched those muscles and worked to keep himself composed and focused on everything he wanted to say. “No matter what happens, just please, please, don’t pull some heroic Avenger move where you sacrifice yourself for me, for this place. It’s my fight, and I don’t want that for you. And at the end of the day, I just want there to be us. As long as we’re here, as long as you’re here with me, I know we’ll be okay.”
Your eyebrows went up slightly during his confession of him wanting you to be as safe as possible. You smiled and nodded once, reaching out to stroke his cheek as you tilted your head to the side and watched. His eyes were wide and darting back and forth as they scanned your face, eyebrows scrunched together as he appeared to really, really choose his next words carefully.
“I love you, (Y/N). Just make sure you come back to me.”
Your hand slid down his cheek and rested under his chin as you pulled him close, tips of your noses touching as you spoke softly, “I’ll always come back to you as long as you’re there to greet me, Shang-Chi. I love you too.”
A wave of relief washed over him as mashed his lips against yours. It was much harder than he intended, but there was desperation behind the kiss; desperation to remember this moment, the taste you left on his lips, how soft your lips felt against his, the soft, tiny gasp that left you when he kissed you.
Pulling away, he pressed his forehead against yours and took a much-needed breath that he hadn’t taken since he pressed his lips against yours, “I never thought I’d be telling you I love you in another realm waiting to fight off my dad.”
You laughed, “I really don’t think anyone expects to admit their love that way. But, hey, points for being different.”
“When we get back, we need to do something. Anything, just you and I. Okay? We’ll do anything, just….just something for us.”
You smiled, “Anything.”
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Piggyback rides and Hulu Marathons. (One-shot)
Summary: Sometimes banquets that include heels are close to a punishment from the devil himself. Luckily, there are strong and kind super soldiers that exist to lend a hand when walking seems to be too much.
Pairing: Platonic Steve x Reader
Word Count: 2000+
A/N: This is late, but in celebration of 2500 FOLLOWERS!! Here is a little one-shot I had laying around. I know, I know... I’ve been slacking in the writing department, but life has been chaotic and depressing lately so it’s been hard and trying. However, I was able to squeeze this out and I am working on the next chapter to The Slip Up now, so thank you thank you thank you for being patient with me, my loves! I owe you a lot:)
“I promise, I’m throwing these shoes into the fireplace as soon as we get back to the compound,” Y/N groaned as she leaned against the horderves table. “Soak them in lighter fluid and all. We can roast marshmallows over them for all I care.”
“Violent much?” Bucky chuckled next to her.
“Shut up. You have no room to speak, Mr. Man. You’ve never had to wear stilettos for a whole night. God, I shouldn’t have let Nat pressure me into this shit,” she moaned as she lifted one leg behind her and gently massaged her aching calf.
Tonight was some banquet Tony was hosting, for some new charity he was having the Avengers contribute to. It was the fourth one of this month and they were only two weeks into the month…
Sure dressing up and dolling yourself up for a night wasn’t a horrible time, but sometimes the pain of nice shoes can ruin the whole mood.
Especially if they weren’t broken in beforehand.
“Well, it’s almost over. We have a little over 20 minutes left on our clock before it’s socially acceptable for us to ditch,” Bucky noted as he took a drink from his glass tumbler in hand. “Also, where’s Steve? He left like 30 minutes ago to find Tony.”
“Hell if I know,” Y/N responded, switching to massage her other calf. “I’m not walking around to find him though. Not unless you’re offering a piggyback ride.”
“I don’t know if that would be appropriate given where we are,” Bucky looked around with a smirk on his lip.
“You’re no fun. Who cares what these people think of us?” she waved off, dropping her leg and leaning back on the table.
“Tony cares,” he responded.
“Who said I care what he thinks,” she shrugged with a look that showed she really didn’t. “And since when have you cared?”
Bucky shook his head at her stubbornness and the two continued to crowd watch. They had been separated from the rest of the Avengers who were actually doing what they were supposed to, which was socializing. The two who were not such friendly faces to approach were in the corner together munching on food and taking advantage of the free booze to get through their time here.
Bright side to having a RBF (resting bitch face), people tend to keep their distance. Not that they weren’t genuine and kind people to talk with, this just wasn’t their scene. Too many people and too much socializing for the two.
“How far out are we from the compound?” Y/N asked, swigging back another glass of champagne hoping to ease the pain in her feet some.
“Didn’t you drive?” Bucky questioned.
“Yes, but I’m pretty sure I was on autopilot on the way here. Couldn’t even tell you what highway I took and how many stoplights I came across.”
“Well, that’s not terrifying…” Bucky’s concerned face made her roll her eyes.
“Try doing a last minute mission that lasted 28 hours straight and being told to meet the team at a banquet you were trying to get out of anyway. I haven’t slept in over two days,” she signed, carefully rubbing her tired eyes in a manner not to mess up the makeup she somehow managed to get on.
“You act like not sleeping for a few days is new.”
“It’s not. I’m just tired. Get off my back,” she said with warning eyes.
“Geez, grumpy much?” he chuckled again, walking over and placing an arm around her. “Want me to help you walk to those bar stools that just opened up.
“Ugh, yes! Maybe there is a God above,” she threw a hand up in victory, before putting it around Bucky's arm for extra support.
The two walked, well hobbled more for Y/N, to the barstools and took advantage of the seat for the last bit of the mandatory party.
Sure enough about 30 minutes later, Steve finally emerged from the crowds and came back with Sam by his side.
“You know the point of coming to these things is to talk to the people, right?” he smiled with a raised eyebrow.
“Discipline me when I have the energy to act like I care,” Y/N said with a fake smile before it dropped.
“What’s got your panties in a twist?” Sam said with a single laugh, already used to her sass.
“I would think twice before asking that kind of question,” Y/N glowered.
“Her feet no longer have feeling because of her shoes,” Bucky stepped in before heads were ripped off.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” Steve consoled. “Long mission?”
“If you want to put it lightly,” she sighed, slightly cringing as she adjusted her heel.
“Why did you come? Why didn’t you stay back at the compound?” Sam asked.
“Stark. Wouldn’t let me call out.”
“Even after a mission like yours?” Steve questioned.
“I asked the same thing. I guess I used up my skip jail turns. He said I’d missed too many recently and needed to show my face for publicity reasons. Social media marketer also was on my ass,” she explained. “So here I am, all dolled up and miserable.” She batted her eyes with another fake smile. It was starting to become a permanent part of her look for the night.
“Well you look beautiful. As always, doll,” Steve winked, leaning on the table next to her. “Did you drive here on your own?”
“Partially. Might as well had a narcoleptic person driving here. She doesn’t remember half the drive, if not all of it,” Bucky sold her out.
“Hey! You weren’t supposed to tell people that,” she pouted.
“It’s dangerous,” he said with his famous bitch-face.
“So is fighting 20 trained hydra agents off by yourself, but we call that another Tuesday at work, don’t we?” she sassed with her own bitch-face.
“It’s different,” he turned away, avoiding eye contact. Y/N rolled her eyes.
“I got here in one piece. And pretty sure I didn’t kill anyone on the way,” she shrugged, sipping a glass of wine she had ordered earlier.
“That doesn’t sound promising,” Sam shook his head.
“Ok, come on. Let’s get you home and rested before someone does end up dead,” Steve patted her back, standing straight and moving his hand to her waist. “Either by your own hand or by you falling asleep at the wheel.”
“Are you offering to drive, Cap?” she gleamed up at him. He laughed and nodded. “Ever the gentleman. Bucky didn’t even say yes when I asked if I could get a piggyback.”
“Hey, I helped you walk over here and got you a seat,” he defended himself. “Plus, I don’t think you can hop on my back in that dress.”
Her dress was a tightly fit one. Not quite mermaid or skintight, but snug enough that leg movement was minimal.
“Screw it,” was all she said before she leaned down, took the end of the dress, and ripped it up, making a slit along the slide.
“What the hell?!”
Bucky and Sam exclaimed. Steve however wasn’t even phased as he just shook his head and closed his eyes.
“Stark owes me a new dress after tonight. Plus, I didn’t care for this one anyway. If anything, I made it better,” she shrugged, stretching her legs from the previously confined area. “Perfect, now for piggy backs.”
“I don’t think this is what Stark had in mind when he said he wanted some publicity for you,” Sam said.
“Stark can kiss my ass after forcing me to be here tonight. Steve? Can we go?” she turned to him.
“I guess this is where I offer that piggy back, hm?” he asked.
“Wait, really?” she smiled wide.
“Don’t see why not,” he lifted his shoulders up and down.
“I love you so much, Rogers. Marry me?” she joked.
“Don’t ask that question unless you want a yes,” he winked. “Now, come on.”
He bent down some and turned his back to her. She squealed at the gesture and jumped on his back without hesitance.
He picked her off the ground with ease and turned back to his friends.
“Will you guys let everyone know we left early and I drove her home? That way Stark knows she was here,” Steve asked.
“Got it,” Sam nodded with a smile. “See you at the compound later.”
They said their goodbyes and Steve took Y/N out of the venue and started walking toward the parking lot. Considering she came in late from the mission, she had to park further out since she wasn’t in the limo that Stark makes sure to chauffeur the team around for things like this.
“I’m burning these things when we get home,” she said into his ear, resting her head on his shoulder as they walked.
“That bad?” he asked with a chuckle.
“I just ripped a thousand dollar dress so I can get a hop on your back and avoid walking in them. Yes, that bad.”
“Why wear them then?”
“Nat laid out my outfit for tonight so I can change and get here in time. I didn’t second guess them or really have time to. Now I’m plotting their death. And maybe Nat’s...”
“Tragic death, burning alive,” he shook his head.
“Only good thing out of them is I have a handsome super soldier carrying me home. Guess they’re work for something,” she chuckled as she tightened her grip around him.
He laughed at her and the two talked as she navigated him to her car. From talking about the night sky that was lit up beautifully above them to how stingy Clint gets about losing board games during game night.
Once they reached the car, Steve helped her into the passenger side and moved to the drivers side himself. The drive home was filled with calming jazz that Steve put on and Y/N almost fell asleep on the way there.
When they got to the compound, Steve once again gave her a piggyback ride to her room. As soon as they got there, she ripped off the devilish heels and did as she promised. Tossed them into the fireplace in her room.
It wasn’t on, but it was about the “symbolism” is what she said when Steve quirked an eyebrow at the motion.
“Think you’ll survive?” Steve asked when she fell backwards with a loud grunt and spread out on her bed.
“After about 20 hours of sleep? Maybe…” she sighed, eyes closed.
“Ok, then sweetheart. I’m going head back to my room and-”
“Wait!” she shouted sitting up fast.
“What?” he laughed at her sudden burst of energy, freezing in his step to the door.
“You owe me some catch up episodes of Brooklyn 99,” she pointed at him. “We’re behind and we need to get caught up.”
“You just said you were ready for 20 hours of sleep,” he said with a tilt of his head, challenging her.
“Sleep can wait. Jake Peralta and Captain Holt can’t,” she shook her head. “Let me get changed and we can start our marathon.” She moved instantly to the closet with a small hobble from her sore feet.
He wasn’t left any room to argue as Y/N was known for her stubbornness, especially when it came to their TV show binge sessions.
“Can I go change too, or do I have to stay in a tux?” he shouted towards the bathroom she disappeared in.
“I mean, the tux is nice and I’m not complaining Mr. Star-Spangled-Banner, but if you want to actually be comfortable-”
“I’ll be right back!” he shouted, running to his room that was just two doors down and changed.
The two met back up, now in pajama pants and sweatshirts ready for a Hulu binge session. God bless Tony for buying the premium subscription so commercials never interrupted the marathons.
“Ready?” Y/N asked, curling into his side.
“Should I turn the fireplace on for ambiance?” he teased.
“You know what? I think I have the perfect thing to start it up,” she winked.
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𝐌𝐘 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 | 𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬
summary: john walker is flirting with you in front of bucky and he won't take it
pairing: bucky barnes x female!reader
word count: 2k
warnings: john walker (yes, he is a warning), jealous!bucky, some angst, fluff.
english is not my mother tongue, so please forgive me if there is a grammatical error. hope you like it!
You snorted as you dropped between Bucky and Sam, your gaze on everything but the big jerk dressed as Steve sitting across from you. And by the time the vehicle started to move, you knew that you had regretted getting into it in the first place.
"You know we just saved your asses, right?" John Walker, the clown himself, questioned, shooting you an almost mocking look.
"We had everything under control." You replied dryly, finally joining your gaze with his blue one, crossing your arms over your chest. You frowned when you saw how he blatantly moved his eyes from your face to your chest and vice versa, and Bucky could see it too as he immediately tensed sitting next to you.
"And if 'having everything under control' means getting your butt kicked out, of course, you had everything under control." John joked, but seeing that none of the three invited passengers smiled at his words, he sighed. "We're on the same team, guys, c'mon. I don't know why you act like you hate us."
"We're not on the same team, man." Sam was quick to reply, as calm as ever. You found it incredible that he could maintain his composure even in such stressful situations.
"And we do hate you." Bucky added, you nodded at his words.
"My point is, we could work well on the same side." John leaned in, resting his elbows on his knees and by the time his eyes landed on you, you knew some disgusting statement was coming. "And we could use an avenger of your caliber, sweetheart." You raised an eyebrow at the nickname. "You have a hell of potential, but I can see you don't work well with these two. Maybe you're on the wrong team."
John smiled widely when he saw a smile rise on your lips as well and when you approached him, he approached as well.
"Uh, I wouldn't recommend doing that." Sam muttered under his breath seeing John's closeness to you.
"I'm going to give you two seconds to retract all the bullshit you just said if you don't want a broken nose." You said in a low tone against his ear still with that dark smile on your lips and Bucky smiled totally satisfied at Walker's expression, who looked truly terrified for a couple of seconds.
Your lover's vibranium hand rested gently on your thigh, trying to calm you down, which worked almost automatically. He knew how much the subject of the shield and Steve affected you, even as much as him.
The fake Captain America cleared his throat, straightening his body to sit well. "Look, I'm not trying to replace anyone, okay?"
"Oh, so is that why you're dressed exactly as Steve Rogers?" Sam answered wryly, raising his eyebrows at him.
"I'm not Steve Rogers, I'm Captain America."
Sam, Bucky and you laughed, the three of you looking at Walker in disbelief.
"You know that carrying that shield around doesn't make you Captain America, right?" You questioned in a cold tone.
Bucky, still with his hand on your thigh, dedicated himself to gaze intently with narrowed eyes at who, until now, had easily proven worthy of being his potential enemy. He quick noticed how John Walker's disgusting eyes traveled over your body, sometimes stopping at cuts that had ripped open your suit from the previous fight.
And God he wanted to break his therapist's rule number two so badly.
John Walker finally glanced at Sam, pointing at the super soldier with a movement of his fingers. "He always stares like that?"
"You get used to it." Sam replied calmly and proceeded to shrug. "And man, you've been flirting with his girl in front of his eyes all this time, do it a little while longer and I assure you it will be more than a stare."
"I confirm that." Bucky agreed with a darkly ironic look, giving Walker an even darker smile, almost looking like psycho.
John sighed for almost the tenth time in the hour, looking truly defeated. "If you guys joined us, this would be a lot easier for everyone." His blue eyes traveled over the hate-filled faces of the trio of passengers in front of him. "I know it's a complicated subject, but with Falcon, Diamondback, and the Winter Soldier we could― "
You quickly interrupted him in a warning tone, your eyebrows furrowing with anger. "Don't call him that."
"Easy, Walker." Sam spoke at the same time as you did, also looking a little more tense with the name brought into the conversation, gesturing with his hand and pointing at Walker with his index finger warningly.
The aforementioned blinked a few times and then dropped his shoulders, exhaling a great breath of air. His blue eyes fell back on you before he spoke. "I'm trying, sweetheart, I really am― "
"Don't call her that." Bucky snapped this time, annoyed, but John completely ignored him, continuing to look at you in a way that really disgusted you and your lover alike, even Sam got uncomfortable with it, frowning at him.
"I still think you should switch sides here, (Y/N)." You kept quiet, allowing him to keep talking. Maybe you wanted to hear him, maybe you were giving him a chance to say something that would clean up all the garbage he had been saying so far. "I mean, you are an avenger, the last one standing and a very good friend of Steve, you were his partner. The right thing to do now would be for you to be my partner, don't you think?"
You were going to answer something immediately, your trembling lips parting as you felt a strange sensation when hearing the words Steve and avenger in the same sentence, but Bucky, once again, interrupted the conversation, raising his head towards the driver with a clenched jaw. He had enough. You had enough.
"Stop the car!"
Walker rolled his eyes, watching as Bucky stood up as the car came to a stop and moved to the side of the road, his hand entwining with yours, gently pulling you to follow him, knowing full well that all you wanted was to get out of there as fast as possible, just by reading your body language. "You know what? I get it, alright?"
When the blue-eyed super-soldier was on the ground, he turned to look at you, offering his hand to help you down as well, but you turned to Walker, feeling a wave of fury shake your body. "No, you don't get it. You don't understand what this shield means to us, what Steve means to us. You never will, John."
Walker opened his mouth to reply, but you interrupted him with your eyebrows rising ironically. "Oh, I almost forgot."
What immediately came following your words was your fist impacting against his face so fast and hard that not even he saw it coming. He let out a great whine and brought his hand to his nose, feeling how the blood began to come out of the nostrils thanks to, probably, a fracture.
You didn't stop to watch the man whimper and cry down on his seat, as you hurried to get out of the vehicle taking Bucky's hand, who kept a wide smile full of pride on his lips, looking openly satisfied with the situation.
"That's my girl." He murmured against your forehead as his arms pulled you close to his body and placed a soft kiss on the crown of your head. "I'm sorry you had to listen to all that, doll."
Sam decided to stay with John and his partner for a couple of minutes, to, as his good heart requested, listen to what he had to say, perhaps waiting for an apology. While you and your lover were simply holding each other on the side of the road, already away from the car.
You kissed Bucky's clavicle before separating from him and raising your head to join your gaze with his beautiful blue eyes, which, in the contrast of daylight, shone like never before. His orbs automatically softened once they landed on you. "He's a dick, don't worry about him, love."
"But he really choose to flirt with you in front of me. How bold. Switch sides he said, right?" Bucky's hands rested on your waist, keeping you close to him, as if you were such an idiot to want to get away from the warmth and comfort that his body offered you. "You're not going to leave me, are you, doll?"
You could feel your heart squeeze inside your chest when you saw a hint of insecurity flash in the blue of his eyes. Suddenly, he looked like a little lost puppy.
"Oh, baby, no." You released with an exhale of air, as you stood on tiptoe to level a bit with his height and both of your hands were raised towards his cheeks, lowering his face to you, making him focus only on you. "I'll never leave you, James. You're all I have, all I need. Only you. Some fool with a shield won't be able to keep me away from you, Steve couldn't, and neither will this one." You gave him a short kiss, caressing his face with the greatest delicacy in the world. You raised your eyebrows before speaking again. "And hell, there is a big difference between them."
Bucky gave you a little smile, almost dazzling you at how beautiful he was when he smiled. But after a few seconds that warm smile turned sad and melancholic, just before wrapping his arms around you and pulling you closer to his body once more, in a strong hug, full of shared emotions.
"Never leave me, baby doll." He whispered against your ear, leaving a soft kiss on the side of your head.
"Never." You replied immediately, showing absolutely no doubt.
"You two finished?" Sam's voice brought you both back to reality. Bucky grunted, reluctantly pulling away his face from your neck. Your coworker was looking at you with a single raised eyebrow and when he saw how you finally separated from each other, he crossed his arms. "You know what the rule is, love birds."
"I hate you." The super soldier responded by shooting his co-worker a short, annoyed look.
Sam smirked. "No you don't."
The three of you started walking across the path back home, Bucky intertwining his flesh fingers with yours, keeping you close to him, as always.
"That punch back there was really necessary, though, (Y/N)?" The Falcon asked you, while he walked to your other side. An amused expression as he turned to you.
"It really was." You nodded your head with a big smile on your mouth, giggling shortly, making Sam laugh too with it.
But you and your best friend were surprised all of a sudden at hearing Bucky laughing next to you as well, both of you turning to look at him with raised eyebrows, totally stunned by his open display of emotion.
"My girl is the most badass of all." The super-soldier said after a few seconds of laughing softly, unable to erase the huge smile of pride plastered on his pretty face. A soft kiss was placed on your forehead, as he brought you closer to him. “My girl.”
Sam rolled his eyes at you. "No PDA in front of me, guys. You know te rule, c’mon.”
"Shut up, Sam." You declared this time with a smile, while you put Bucky's flesh arm around your shoulders to be even closer to him, passing your arm around his waist, immediately feeling his natural warmth delightfully invade you.
"I love you, doll." He murmured against the side of your head, his warm breath crashing against your skin.
"I love you too." You mumbled back, leaning your head against his chest.
"That's it, I'm flying."
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That Black Tee
Relationship: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: SMUT, NSFW, penetrative sex, fingers, slight metal arm kink, sex against a wall, semi-public sex, dirty talk - 18+, minors DNI.
Summary: It was such a simple thing. Just a simple black tee-shirt. But the way Bucky wore it had you practically melting -- and he seemed to realize it, happily granting your needs
A/N: idk guys there was just something about that black tee-shirt bucky wore in episode 4 of TFATWS. it got my mind wandering. and i love practicing writing smut i hope im getting better at it lmao
You knew you absolutely, utterly fucked the second Bucky took off his jacket, revealing that damn black tee.
So simple yet so fitting, so accentuating. He looked casual and cool yet incredibly powerful and dominant with that metal arm fully on display thanks to the short sleeves. Between that damn shirt and the hard expression he wore, you were pretty much done for. It took all you might to not march over to him right that second.
Bucky appeared to be aware of all this as he turned to you, feeling your eyes wandering shamelessly over him in that shirt. He just looked so… him. Not a soldier, not some asset, just him. And he was hot.
He shot you a little smirk, making your eyes widen, suddenly unreasonably worried your boyfriend could read your mind.
You two must’ve been too caught up in your silent communication because the next thing you heard was Sam asking if you were okay.
You jumped and forced yourself to look away from Bucky. "Yeah, Sam," you nodded, "I’m fine."
He hummed, suspicious. "Are you sure?"
But before you could answer, Bucky felt it was his time to chime in. "She’s a little distracted."
Your eyes widened again, this time sending a signal to your boyfriend to shut the hell up. He wouldn’t look at you and instead just laughed to himself.
"Distracted?" Sam questioned.
"I- I’m fine, really-,"
Bucky cut you off, "Actually, I need to talk with her about something."
Your jaw went slack as you tried finding some words of explanation, something to save yourself from this situation as you could see Sam’s concern growing. But nothing was able to come out before Bucky was grabbing your hand.
"You can’t talk to her out here?" Sam asked.
Bucky shook his head, profusely. "It’s a very private matter. Incredibly serious. Just between me and her."
"Bucky-," you just about yelped as he started walking to one of the off-shoot rooms from the living space. Sam tried asking more questions but Bucky promptly shut him down by slamming the door. Hard. It was a miracle the thing didn’t just fall right off its hinges. For whatever reason, that suddenly turned you on even more.
You stood there in the middle of the room watching as Bucky slowly turned to you. He had a playful glimmer in his eyes as he took in your nervous yet needy state. Your thighs were practically in pain from how hard you were trying to squeeze them together, wanting some relief to your core that was set ablaze by him. Him and that damn outfit. That damn hair. His damn face- God, you just needed your boyfriend right now.
Bucky walked towards you slowly, intensely. You tried averting your eyes to save yourself from crumbling but he stopped you. His fingers came to your chin, forcing you to look him in the eyes. He appeared to be just as eager.
"What happened back there, doll?" He asked just barely above a whisper. He held your chin firmly.
"What- What do you-,"
He chuckled. The fucker chuckled at your flustered state. "What do I mean? I mean that look you were giving me. How those eyes were peeling off my clothing piece by piece. Made me want to take you right there."
Bucky’s words went straight to your core. The wetness was pooling profusely, practically soaking through your jeans. You let out a little whimper as his thumb brushed over your lip.
"It’s your tee-shirt," you whispered, surprised that you could even find any sort of words in your dazed brain. He was way too intoxicating.
Bucky’s face shifted in surprise. "My shirt?"
You nodded. "It just… looks good on you."
He couldn’t help but let out another chuckle. You pouted at his reaction which he took as the opportunity to quickly place a kiss on your lips. You tried moving into him, grinding your body with his to beg for more, but he stopped, forcing you two apart.
"Oh, doll," he mumbled as his hand left your chin and slowly made its way down your body. Over the curve of your clothed breast, down your stomach, to your hips… the hand finally dipped under the waistline of your jeans. Without much warning, two fingers traced your folds, dipping slightly in to collect the wetness. He gave a few thrust, teasingly. Bucky groaned. "You’re this wet just from how I look in my shirt?"
You gasped, nodding. Embarrassment wanted to coarse through you but the pleasure from Bucky tracing his fingers to your clit was too much. Slowly, he started with circular motions, making your body jolt. You squealed in surprise. Bucky smiled down at your reaction.
He kept it up, adding pressure every now and then as he continued. Your legs began to shake forcing you to grip his arms in support. Bucky noticed this and brought his metal hand to your hip, steadying you.
He picked up the pace, his eyes boring into yours intensely. You let out a breathy moan at the sight of him, looking at you so hungry and aroused.
"Come on, honey, cum for me," he mumbled, still working on your clit. Every now and then he’d stop to dip a finger in as if gaging your wetness. In those moments you’d groan, waiting for the contact to come back. He never let you suffer long, though, finding his way back to your clit quickly, keeping the pressured motions. "Be a good girl and cum for me, doll, and I’ll fuck you real nice against the wall just like you deserve."
That was the final straw. His words alone practically sent you over the edge. Your body shook as the first orgasm pulled through you, lighting fire throughout your body. Your hips bucked and twisted uncontrollably, almost trying to get away from the touch but Bucky didn’t lighten up. He worked you through it, whispering sweet praises in your ear, making you lose it even more.
Once you came down from the high, Bucky wasted absolutely no time gripping your hips and pushing your back to the nearest wall. You yelped in surprise before his lips attached to yours, rough and demanding.
He lifted you up and grabbed your legs, circling them around your waist. You took the opportunity to grind into him feeling his erection hit your covered core. It lit a new fire in you making you gasp at the feeling.
Bucky moved his lips down your face to your neck, kissing and nipping at your skin. You whined and grabbed onto that fucking tee shirt, still trying to push into him, wordlessly begging him to speed up.
"Eager, doll?" Bucky asked. You could practically hear the dumb smile on his face and it made you want to slap it off. But all you could do in response was nod.
He placed one more kiss on your lips before his hand made its way back down your body. This time he popped the buttons of your jeans open. Briefly, he placed you back down to pull your jeans to your ankles. When that task was done, you were back wrapped around his waist, now feeling the erection more prominently. You let out a deep, uncontrollable moan when it hit.
As if he understood your annoyance, Bucky quickly undid his own jeans. In your dazed state, you must’ve zoned out because the next thing you knew, your panties were just pushed to the side and his cock was breaching your walls. You two were in sync letting our moans and groans at the warmth, the wetness.
His arms held you tight as he began his thrusts, so precise and strong. You were backed into the wall forcefully, enjoying the pressure and pleasure combining into one. Your boyfriend groaned above you, sounds going right to your core which was made evident by the squelching sounding in the room.
Bucky kept his thrusts up as his metal hand left your hip and made its way to your clit. His body held you up with his other arm, giving you a second to marvel in his strength. It was always such a treat when it came out in the bedroom. How he could hold you down or hold you up had your mind spinning half the time.
As his thrusts began to pick up, his metal hand started with the circular motions again on your clit. The coldness meeting your warmth was enough to drive you crazy. Your hands fisted his shirt, trying to keep yourself grounded. You let out a surprised moan at the whole sensation which Bucky seemed to like as he gripped you harder. Your brain was going fuzzy, drunk even, as he pounded you into the wall flawlessly.
"Bucky… B-Bucky…" you choked out.
"Hmm?" You could tell he was staring at you despite your eyes being fluttered shut. He was taking in every inch of your face contorting in glorious pleasure. It seemed to drive his thrusts faster, the circular motions on your clit picking up as well.
"I- I’m gonna-,"
"You gonna cum again, doll?" He asked, a little mockingly. You would’ve bit back if you weren’t in this state but you couldn’t do anything, just take what he was giving. You nodded weakly. "Alright, honey, that’s it… Cum for me, come on. I got you."
It was like Bucky flipped that last switch as his strength and speed picked up. You yelped, clinging to his shirt even tighter.
One final push on your clit was all you needed before you were crumbling in his arms. Your body shook as your orgasm flooded you with ecstasy. Bucky didn’t want to let up with the trusts, though, chasing his own orgasm and thoroughly working you through your second. He kept pounding, his hand opting to leave your clit to grope at your breasts under your shirt. The metal hitting your skin in a new place made you squeal again.
The sounds and motions were it for Bucky as the next thing you knew, he released inside you, coating your walls and thrusting in and out, letting it leak onto your skin. You moaned at the sensation.
Bucky gave a couple more weak thrusts before he let out a final groan and stilled inside you. Both his arms now were around your waist, pulling you close as you two panted, coming down from the pleasure.
Bucky leaned forward, his head resting on your shoulder. Your hands left his shirt and came up to his hair, where you ran them through his short locks.
"Was that what you needed, doll?" He asked, voice breaking through the heaviness of the room.
You giggled, "Exactly what I needed."
"Hmm," he sighed and straightened back up. He pecked your lips. "Guess I gotta wear this shirt more often."
You gasped, slapping his chest lightly as he laughed. But you couldn’t totally disagree. "I wouldn’t complain if it made an appearance every now and then."
Bucky shook his head, "I don’t understand how a black tee shirt can get you going, doll."
After he spoke, he slowly removed himself from you, letting you down from the wall. Warm wetness began soaking your thighs feeling so intimate, so hot, it almost made you almost suggest round two right then and there but that didn’t seem on the table after Bucky handed you some tissues to clean up. Not to mention the fact there were people in the living area.
You shrugged, readjusting your shirt and pulling your jeans back on. You watched as Bucky also readjusted his appearance. "It’s because it’s on you," you insisted. "You could walk around in the most ridiculous outfits and I’d still beg you to jump my bones."
Bucky let out the most joyous laugh at that. He walked back towards you, securely wrapping his arms around your waist. You placed a kiss on his lips, which he hummed happily into.
"I’m flattered," he mumbled. The light blush across his cheeks confirmed his words.
You smiled, "What can I say? I got a hot boyfriend and he should know it."
Bucky placed another kiss on your lips. "Oh, trust me, I think he knows it now."
You let out a giggle and pulled away from his grip, despite a little protest. "Come on," you said and motioned towards the door, "we should probably leave this room before we get any shit from them."
"Oh, you’re getting a lot of shit once you come out of that room," Sam called from the other side of the door, making both you and Bucky jump. "Might as well stay in here."
You groaned at the words, your face and neck suddenly becoming hot in embarrassment. Bucky just chuckled, somehow finding everything amusing, and wrapped an arm around you.
"Worth it, though," he whispered before placing a kiss on your cheek. You rolled your eyes playfully but couldn’t at all argue. Just glancing between the wall and that black tee made you suddenly hot and bothered all over again.
Bucky picked up on your gaze, once again practically reading your mind. With a suggestive smirk, he asked, "Round two?"
You bit your lip as his hand began running over the curve of your ass.
Bucky didn’t waste a single second before whisking you off your feet
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Tidal Wave | Yelena Belova
MINOR BLACK WIDOW SPOILERS - also some of it is non canon but who cares
yelena belova x reader
summary; you and yelena worked together in the red room— she adjusts to your free life much easier than you do
You hadn’t known that you craved freedom until you felt it for the first time.
First came puff of red smoke, then the heat— like you had jumped straight into flames. You and Yelena both looked up at each other, brows furrowed in confusion. What were you doing?
What had you done?
Yelena looked down at the woman who clutched the vial that had freed your mind, pushing her hair away from her forehead. You could see a few tears slip from her eyes before she ran a hand down her face.
Next came the slice of a blade, hot down the side of your thigh as the blonde cut out your tracker. You felt so dizzy the pain barely registered. Five minutes ago you were killing this woman with no problem, and now all you could think about was the red on your ledger.
Yelena tugged you up by the crook of your elbow, grabbing the small black case from the woman and then taking off in the opposite direction— tugging you firmly behind her.
You had just killed that woman.
Next came a series of increasingly confusing events, including teaming up with a fugitive Avenger— who was also apparently your closest confidant’s sister?
You went from being controlled to taking down the Red Room in a span of time so fast, you swore you had whiplash. Yelena had adjusted so well it made you feel a little ashamed— she was quick to buy her own clothes and start a new life, you couldn’t even decide what to eat on your own.
You felt like a lost puppy, following her around with sad eyes pointed to the ground. Your hands still felt slick from the blood they had spilled, everything catching up to you all at once— hitting like a tidal wave.
You couldn’t sleep more than a couple hours at a time, the vivid memories of the lives you had taken haunted you. Part of you welcomed them, ashamed that you hadn’t been strong enough to fight off the control. The more rational part reminded you that it was science, there was no beating it. But you had never been very rational. The weight of the life you lived thrummed steadily against your brow bone, refusing to let you forget.
Yelena truly was a beacon for you. She was a life raft, the only thing keeping your head above the water. You two had been close before, as close as you were allowed to be given your circumstances— but this feeling of having a person was all new.
You watched Natasha and Yelena go back and forth over your breakfast cereal. It was something brightly colored and unnaturally sweet, Yelena had insisted that you’d love it.
“What do you think?” Yelena questioned, her accent thick as she looked over your with her wide green eyes.
Your face flushed at the sudden attention from the sisters. You had no idea what they were talking about, having completely tuned out the bickering. “About what?” You questioned with a full mouth, choosing to ignore the incredulous expression on Yelena’s face as a result.
“Oh, you must be joking! We’ve been talking about this for the past ten minutes. Who would win in a fight: Captain America or the Red Guardian?”
“You are joking.” You replied with a flat expression, noticing Natasha’s smirk out of the corner of your eye.
“No!” Yelena responded excitedly, grabbing your arm in a too tight grip. “Natasha says that she think Alexei would beat Captain America! She is insane.” She added, throwing her hands up in exasperation.
“She is messing with you.” You rolled your eyes.
Yelena paused before looking at her sister with betrayal painted on her face, as if she couldn’t believe it.
“It’s true,” Natasha admitted with a nonchalant shrug, “it’s a little funny, you have to admit.” She stood from her spot at the table, taking her own bowl into the kitchen of the small apartment you had set up shop in.
A small smile appeared on your own face before you could think to stop it.
“I have not seen you smile in weeks.” Yelena said softly, head low so she could meet your eyes. “I have missed it. You are so sad all of the time— I wish I could make it go away.” She reached across the table, taking your hand in her own. Your eyes flickered town to the green painted nails and rings that adorned her fingers as she intertwined them.
“Me too.” You whispered, your smile turning sad as your eyes filled with tears. “But you’re helping me more than I think you could ever know. I don’t know what I would do without you.”
Your eyes shone with unshed tears as they met hers. Yelena brought your intertwined hands up to her mouth, pressing a soft kiss to the back of your palm. “I will always be here for you. I promise.”
“I believe you.”
She removed her hand from your grip, thumb coming up to wipe away the tears you didn’t know had fallen. For the sake of your pride, you pretended not to notice Natasha lingering in the doorway.
Yelena’s hand rested gently on your cheek, her forehead coming to lean softly against your own. “We should get a dog.”
You let out a laugh that time, a genuine one— though it was small it made a smile bloom on Yelena’s face. Your nose bumped hers softly.
“Yes. Let’s get a dog.”
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The Falcon and The Winter Soldier
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female! Reader
Summary: Bucky enjoys two servings of his delicious breakfast... you.
Word Count: 1519
Warnings: NSFW, 18+, minors DNI, oral (female receiving), fingering, face riding, hint of sir!kink, praise!kink, slight spanking!kink, multiple orgasms, language, mention of bodily fluids.
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The morning light shining through the window blinds was what woke Bucky up from his comfortable slumber. When he looked over at your side, he found you still sound asleep in your little utopia of velvety dreams.
Today the both of you had a day off to spend some much-needed time together. The deal was to snooze in as long as possible to then order breakfast or lunch in bed, depending on how long you decided to be lazy. It was still early, and he shouldn’t be waking you up, but he didn’t manage to go back to sleep, so he took the second-best option, and that was to take his time to stare at your beautiful sleeping figure.
You started to stir as mumbles of something he couldn’t catch escaped your lips. What perked his ears was when you let out a long moan of his name followed by pleas for him not to stop.
Oh, this was interesting. He would have so much fun with you now that he knew that the dream was sinful and naughty about him making you feel so good.
Luckily for him, you only slept in a pair of panties and nothing else, making his playground much more accessible to his fingers and tongue.
His digits snaked into your underwear, already finding you wet and ready to go for him. It was no surprise. You were always prepared for him. He loved the feel of you on his fingers. The gasp you emitted was like music to his ears as his middle finger ever so softly massaged your aching pearl. Tongue, fingers, dick, whatever it was, he knew how to please you.
The vibranium one took a firm hold of your plump breast, massaging your nipple that was hard as a rock. He was amazed at the effect he had on you while still asleep.
He slid under the covers until he found your legs stretched out. Even in your dream, you were such a good girl for him. “Dreaming of me, doll?” He questioned against your covered core but got no reply. You were still in that hot and steamy dreamland.
He smirked before he got to work on you. The panties were slipped off of you in success to keep you under sleep. There was no way in hell that you would be able to sleep through this for long. He helped to keep you open for him, as the assaults on you would be immense.
Bucky nuzzled his face into your pussy before he licked from the slit to your clit, flicking the tip of his tongue at the sensitive nerve. A moan left your lips as the dream you were having felt so lifelike.
His lips enclosed around your clit as he altered between sucking and licking on the sensitive nerve. Like clockwork, your hand tangled in his hair. His soft locks were between your fingers as the grab on him was hard enough to make him groan out against your core. The vibrations created wonderful tingles that had you moan and whimper in need of more.
“F-fuck, don’t stop, Bucky.” The cover was pulled off by you to be met with a starving man between your thighs, clenching his thirst. His eyes found your open ones. Finally, you were awake.
His lips released your clit for a few moments. “Good morning, princess.” He quickly returned to his assault on you as your swollen clit throbbed in need to be sucked again.
“Go-good morning in-de-ed.” Your back arched off the bed somewhat as a whimper fell into the room. “Mo-more, p-please babe,” you begged him. It felt so good as he ate you out for his and your pleasure. You didn’t want him ever to stop. You needed more. You always needed more from him. “More? You want more?” “Yes! Fuck yes!” “I’ll give you more baby doll, don’t you worry.”
After he promised to bring you that sweet pleasure with all his expert tools, a finger was inserted in you. A second one was inserted just a few moments later. The stretching of your tight hole felt too fucking good as you shut your eyes close to revel in the pleasure. Moans, whimpers, and pleas of his name went on a loop.
His other hand was placed on your stomach, pushing you down into the mattress to keep you under his control.
Watching you there completely under his mercy was so intoxicating to him that he could spend the rest of his life between your thighs if he had the chance. Pleasing you over and over again was on his mind every second of every day. His eyes darkened in lust at watching you toss and turn on the bedsheets.
The suck on your clit was gentle before the speed was increased. Your legs clenched around his head as it became so intense with pleasure for you. “No, no,” his hand pushed on your thighs, “I need you to stay open for me.” Obeying his commands, he smirked against your pussy for being so obedient, “good girl. Always such a good girl for me.”
“I’m going to cum.” “So then let go for me. I need my breakfast.”
The combination of his lips sucking and licking on your clit, his two fingers hitting that spot inside you which made you see stars, and his raspy voice was what brought you to an end.
Your pussy contracted around him as you came all over his digits. Your clit was pulsating as he kept stimulating it with his tongue. Cries, pleas, and whimpers escaped you as your vision got blurry from your orgasm. His movements stilled after having pleasured you through the intensity of it.
You thought that was it. That he was done, but when you searched for his cuddles and love like you always did after him pleasuring you, he denied.
“I’m not finished. I still have another serving left of you, so come sit on my face, baby.” Oh, God! This man was going to be the death of you.
“I-I don’t know if I can.” The early hours of the morning always had you much more sensitive, so the thought of having another orgasm so soon after the first one was both frightening and thrilling.
“It wasn’t a suggestion. Come sit on me now!”
Your legs were placed on each side of his head as you held onto the bed frame. It was going to be needed with what Bucky was about to do to you. His hands had a firm grasp of your hips to keep you under his control.
He licked his lips at soon having his second serving of the delicious breakfast, you of course. He kissed everywhere but your needy pussy, and his actions had you whine out in protest. If he was going to eat you out a second time, he could at least skip the whole teasing act.
Bucky found it in no way amusing with you rushing him. This meal was to be enjoyed slowly so it would last longer. Out of surprise, a hard smack was left on your ass as punishment. A cry was released from you at the sensation. The stinging of it was both harsh but enjoyable at the same time. “Behave! Let me enjoy my meal.” “Y-yes, Si-Sir.”
Finally, after minutes of torturous teasing, he wrapped his lips around where you needed it the most. He switched between licking and sucking on your pulsating and raw clit. The added sensation of his scruff on your skin had you clench your thighs slightly around his head.
One of your hands tangled in his soft locks as you rode his face for extra added stimulation. Both of his hands on your ass to help you ride him.
“Fuck… just like that, Bucky. Feels so good.” You wouldn’t last much longer. The second orgasm was creeping up on you quickly.
“Let me taste you. Let go, baby.” The vibrations from his mouth against your core were what you needed to reach the second high.
The orgasm was so intense that he needed to help with keeping you upright as he licked, sucked, and slurped up your juices. He was now full of his breakfast, the two servings were more than enough, but he could go for a third if he wanted. He thought best not for your sake. You would most likely die if he did. He would save it for lunch.
You were almost sobbing at how sensitive he had made you feel so early in the morning. Each kiss and lick to your now abused clit had you spasm and whine. A satisfied smirk was on his face at bringing you to the state you were in just now.
Once he was done, he helped to bring you to his side to calm you down. You curled yourself into a ball as his chest found its place against your back. Arms were wrapped around your frame as words of affirmation were whispered in your ear.
“Good girl. You did so well. Sleep again now…”
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Itsy Bitsy Spider (Yelena Belova x Reader)
Summary: Plans for dinner with Yelena are underway. The scream of Yelena from the bedroom interrupts you, something's wrong. You go to investigate.
Word Count: 1,408
Paring: Yelena Belova x Reader
Translations: Pauk (Spider), Medovik (Russian Honey Cake)
Prompt by @yelenasvesthasalotofpockets
Your mind was preoccupied in the kitchen as you tried to decide what to make for dinner. It was your night to cook. Scribbles were tainting your cookbook that you recently purchased. Obviously, Yelena, you recognize the handwriting. She circled desserts with extremely subtle hints with words such as "Please" and "Yum" written in pencil beside them. Cooking was not on your mind as you leaned over the marble countertop. Your gaze was fixed on the cookbook. Your fingertips delicately traced the writing that Yelena had left. You wished you could write as beautifully as she did. You had an indelible place in your mind for Yelena, and you weren’t bothered by it at all. She left her mark on you.
While you were busying daydreaming, you hadn’t noticed Yelena entering the room. It wasn't long before she slipped up behind you without a sound. The idea of looking around would have never occurred. Her presence was unknown to you. A track from Spotify played softly in the background, making the room quiet but not altogether silent. As she placed her chin on your shoulder, her arms looped around your stomach as she gently pressed against you from behind. She was looking at whatever captivated your attention, the cookbook. Your hitched breath was the only sound you could make. Despite being frightened, you relaxed in her arms as the comfort of her touch eased your tense body.
“You scared me.”
“Oh? Did I? I couldn’t tell” She infused her voice with sarcastic tones. In order to look at you, she tilted her head to the side. A smug smile was beginning to form on her lips. It was impossible not to roll your eyes at her. That caught Yelena’s attention.
“Don’t roll your eyes at me.”
“Mhm, why not? What are you going to do about it?”
After a moment of processing what she was about to do. Yelena spun you around to face her while her hands held the marble countertop on either side of you. Her arms are around you, holding you captive. In response, she titled her head sideways while raising an eyebrow at you. She was taunting you to continue with your little attitude. You parted your lips about to speak. Yelena leaned in, slowly pressing her lips tenderly, preventing you from talking.
Your eyes automatically shut. Her kiss started with your expectation that she would deepen it, but it ended faster than you expected. She clamped her teeth onto your bottom lip, applying pressure to your delicate lips as you winced. Slowly, she began sucking on it, filling your stomach with butterflies. Her refusal to give you what you wanted was frustrating. Your eyes swiftly opened as she drew her head back. As Yelena glanced at you, you looked disapproving. You wanted more.
“That shut you up, mhm.” Her voice was smooth, and every word was infused with her accent. After shrugging your shoulders at her, you noticed that your face had started to flush crimson. Yelena made it worse when she saw you blush.
“Good girl.” Her voice was becoming hoarse as you suddenly gulped, shaking your head at her. After releasing you from her arms, she stood in front of you, waiting for a reaction from you.
“Um- I.. What do you want for dinner? You asked sheepishly. You reach for the cookbook, fumbling with it until it tumbles from your hands. While looking at you steadily, Yelena suddenly caught the cookbook before it fell to the ground.
"Medovik", she replied while releasing a beaming smile that caused you to fall even deeper in love with her. There were times when you didn't realize you would keep falling deeper for the one you loved.
“You can’t just have Medovik, Yelena.”
“Yes, I think I can. Can we not just have a big one, no?”
“Um. Definitely not. What would Melina say?”
“Hmm.. She would… say yes”
“I doubt that. We can have it for dessert but I’ll figure something out for dinner. Will you go grab my phone for me? I left it in the –“
“Bedroom, I know I got it” You caught your breath when Yelena abruptly left you. She was a tease. Seeing her walk away, your gaze followed her figure. You couldn't take your eyes off of her. You were never happier than when you were with Yelena. You tried to figure out what to make for dinner, maybe she would be satisfied with Beef Stroganov. You pondered over the idea before you were interrupted. A blood curdling scream came from the bedroom down the hallway, the scream belonged to Yelena.
“Yelena?!” You shouted out as you ran towards the bedroom, adrenaline coursing through your veins. There was something wrong; you wouldn't wait for her to respond. What you were going to see was a complete mystery to you. You didn't care; you only wanted her to be okay. Has someone broken into your apartment? Yelena was standing tensely with her index finger pointed at the wall as you peered into her bedroom through the slightly ajar door. Having lost all colour in her face, she was pale and looked terrified. Yelena never feared anything.
“What?! What’s wrong?! What happened? Are you okay? What are you even pointing at!? Stop screaming!” Your chest heaved as you tried to catch your breath. In an attempt to stop herself from screaming, Yelena placed her hand over her lips.
“I don’t know what that means!”
“Spider!” She translated the word for you as you suddenly blinked slowly. You ran all this way for a spider. Moving into the room as you walked over to the wall that she was pointing at. The closer you got, the more visible the spider became.
“He’s not even big!”
“Look at him!”
“No!” Holding her hands over her eyes, she peered out between her fingers.
“It’s only a little spider! I thought someone had broken in!”
“Someone has! He did!”
“He probably lives here!”
“What?! Don’t say that! He doesn’t pay rent! Look, He’s moving! Get him! Get him, quick!” The stressed Yelena now held her hands to her head. You reached for an empty cup that lay on your bedside table, you attempted to put the cup on the spider before you realized you had no way of lifting the spider off the wall.
“Um, can you get me a piece of paper?”
“For what? What are you going to do?! Write on it!?” Yelena was panicking now, you realized this as everything she said was not making sense.
“What?! No! I just-“
“I’ll go get it!” Yelena departed as she came back with a piece of paper, standing closely beside you. You slowly blinked as you reached for it, you watched Yelena winch. You slipped the piece of paper underneath the cup as you carefully lifted the spider off the wall.
“We are burning that cup.” Yelena growled at you as you made your way towards the window.
“We are not burning it.”
“Fine. We aren’t, I’m burning that cup.” Yelena confirmed as you shot her a look before indicating you needed the window opened. She cautiously came over, and she opened it, allowing you to empty the spider onto the ledge before she shut the window. You put down the objects and listened to Yelena’s sigh of relief. It is hard to comprehend that the intimidating Yelena Belova was afraid of spiders.
She was always calm and confident in every situation you faced, but this time she was genuinely scared. Unless there is another spider that makes her more afraid, you are unlikely to see Yelena as terrified as she was at this moment. Although she was the one constantly saving you, it's good that even you were able to save her for once. That’s cute.
“Disgusting! I hate spiders. Little bitty eyes.” While she shivered, she opened her mouth and made a "yack" noise. You were going to take advantage of this opportunity.
“Oh yeah? I couldn’t tell.” The tongue you stuck out at her this time mirrored your earlier imitation. As she finally loosened up, her entire expression changed. Her lips turned into a smile rather than tensing up into a frown, and her eyes shone brightly at you. The creases underneath her lips becoming visible with her wide smile. Perhaps you should make her that medovik she wanted.
“Don’t make me shut you up, again.”
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Wrong Number - Tom Hiddleston x Reader
a/n: this is something new I'm starting! A series based on getting a message from an unknown number, to which you find out is Tom Hiddleston... the idea sounded cute to me, ok? hope you enjoy!
| Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven | Part Eight | Part Nine | Part Ten | Part Eleven | Part Twelve | Part Thirteen | Part Fourteen | Part Fifteen | Part Sixteen | Part Seventeen | Part Eighteen | Part Nineteen | Part Twenty | Part Twenty-One |
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warnings: none... for now. will be a slight age gap I guess? reader is 25, so make that 15. Not bad though
“(Y/N), are you almost ready?!” Your best friend’s voice rang loud from downstairs. You were currently in the process of trying to decide between the emerald dress or the royal blue. Tonight was one of Hollywood’s biggest parties and you had the privilege of attending, thanks to your best friend being buddy-buddy with various stars thanks to her work in the movie business.
“Yeah,” You called back out. “Give me about fifteen minutes.”
Grumbling to yourself, you jerked both dresses out of the closet and surveyed them. Emerald would accent your curves, while the royal blue looked sleeker, sexier. It’s not like you were sixteen and trying to impress high-school boys. You were all but twenty-five and a grown-ass woman. Although you had the mindset of a thirty-year-old, which made you seem much older than truly spoken.
As you were about to yell for your best friend to come upstairs and just choose for you, your phone buzzed with a text message. More than likely it was from your boss, asking if you had the completed documents she needed for Tuesday morning’s meeting, to which you could say yes. You ensured before you had fun, your daily duties were completed, especially when it came to working.
You glanced down at your phone to see that it was entirely unknown to you with an area code you recognized as none other than California.
Thanks for a spectacular time, darling. Can’t wait to do it again. xo T.H.
Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. At first, you thought to neglect the message, but you smirked.
Not sure what we did that was spectacular, but glad I could rock your world.
Snickering, you smiled to yourself and put your phone down, only to have to sound off once again.
It was from the same number.
My apologies, I must have texted the wrong number. Nice of you to play along though.
You inhaled and read the text over, thinking maybe this was the time to block the number and never text again, but for some odd reason, you felt obliged to entertain the individual.
Funny. If you and this person had such a great time, you’d think you would’ve texted the right number. Or maybe she just gave you the wrong number.
Did that sound harsh? Playful? You didn’t bother to think it over. You quickly pressed send and thought of an idea. Snapping a picture of the two dresses side by side, you sent it to the random number.
Emerald or royal?
You pressed send and waited. A few minutes passed by and you thought maybe you had pissed the person off. As you were about to just say screw it and throw on the royal blue, your phone buzzed.
Emerald. It’s a ravishing color. Accent with gold.
Your mouth fell open slightly and you giggled, throwing on the emerald dress. Taking the texter’s advice, you accented the dress with gold earrings and a few bracelets. Strapping on a pair of heels, you were ready to call it done. Checking your phone, you saw that the person had immediately double-texted upon sending the dress selection.
Based on the situation we encountered, I don’t think I would’ve gotten the wrong number. Could be wrong though. Thanks for the entertainment though.
Laughing, you walked downstairs to see your best friend with keys in hand.
“There you are,” She groaned. “Are you ready?”
You nodded and walked out of the door, racing to your best friend’s car. You thought about what to send the person back. You didn’t want to end the conversation there, so you decided to amp it up slightly.
So you slept with her. Got it, you’re saying your sex game is off the charts. Typical man.
Immediately, a response.
Who says you can’t have a good time without sex being involved? Sex isn’t everything. And did you just assume my gender?
You begged to differ, but then again, you weren’t getting much action on the side lately. You had a few flings, a long-term relationship with a few men, but as of now, you were quite alone in your bed at night.
Oo, I pinched a nerve, didn’t I? Sorry. Calling it for what it is… and based on the premise of your text, I’d say you're a male.
“Who are you texting? You’re smiling like an idiot.” Your best friend questioned you suddenly from the driver’s seat. You snickered, shaking your head.
“Some guy randomly texted me,” You inferred that he was a man. You could be completely wrong, though. “Just having some fun.”
Ding! There went the phone.
No nerves were pinched. You think you’re hilarious. That’s perfectly fine.
Are you a male though? Serious question.
Yes. I presume you’re female?
You got it. You signed your text with T.H. What’s that stand for?
You waited for a response, only to have nothing for about thirty minutes. But when you did receive a notification, it was your Twitter. You and your best friend arrived at the party and before long, you pushed the guy’s random texting to the back of your mind as you danced and drank. The party was filled with Hollywood’s elites and your best friend proudly introduced you to many.
Before long, the night grew dark and you were starting to feel the effects of the alcohol. Once you arrived home and your best friend helped you into your bedroom for the night, your phone sounded off with a notification.
I apologize, I was at a party. But the T stands for Thomas, but you can call me Tom.
You read it over. Tom? You didn’t know any Tom’s. That was a first.
And the H? You tipsy-texted him.
Not too sure if I should tell you, yet.
Chuckling, you sighed.
You’re gonna make me work for it? Ugh. I’ll figure it out on my own. My first guess isssssss Harrison.
You sent the text and struggled to keep your eyes open.
As he texted back again, you read it over.
Harrison? Nice guess, but wrong. What’s your name?
Your fingers moved lazily over the keys of your phone.
(Y/N). you’ll have to work for the rest. But i’ll figure yours out… Thommmmass. Bet your ass is nice
Before your eyes officially closed, you read the final text.
Based on that text, you might be tired. Get some rest. We may talk again soon.
And that was the last you remembered.
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Pairing: Yelena Belova x Reader
Summary: You have a nightmare about your days in the Red Room, but Yelena is there to comfort you.
Warnings: BLACK WIDOW SPOILERS, nightmares, panic attack
Word Count: 1.1k
A/N: I’m so sorry that I haven’t posted in forever. And this isn’t a request, but I had this idea and wanted to get something out. So, I hope you enjoy! It isn’t my best work but still! Also, I’ve seen Black Widow three times in the past 48 hours please I’m obsessed.
Only one thought was on your mind. Terminate Yelena. You held up your arm as your Widow Bites prepped for termination.
“Don’t do this, lyubov,” Yelena begged, trying to get away from you. She was terrified of you. You didn’t know why the feeling struck your heart the way it did.
In an instant, you fired at her at the same time a cloud of red smoke infiltrated your vision.
You looked back at her, the realization striking you.
“Yelena!” you screamed, running towards her and scooping her up into your arms.
“No, no, no, what did I do? Yelena, WAKE UP!” You shouted desperately, but it was too late.
Yelena, the love of your life, was dead, all because of you.
You shot up in bed with a gasp, your hands instinctively reaching beside you only to find Yelena’s side of the bed empty.
“No, no, no, I couldn’t have,” you murmured, your breaths becoming shaky.
“Yelena?” you questioned.
Mission. She was on a mission. With some other ex-widows. Or was she? Maybe you had really killed her. Maybe her blood really was on your hands.
Tears clouded your vision as you reached for your phone, opening it and quickly sending her a text.
You and Yelena had implemented a color system following your release from Dreykov’s mind control. It became clear to her that you were suffering from PTSD and nightmares as a result of that. She was also suffering from such things, but not to the extent that you were. Because although she did some horrible things, she got out before she could hurt someone truly important to her. You almost didn’t.
The color system went as follows. Green meant you were perfectly fine. You only needed to send it when Yelena became worried while away from home and requested a color from you. Yellow meant you were struggling and wouldn’t mind some help, but you didn’t need her. Red meant you were having an extremely tough time and needed her ASAP.
After sending the text, you hesitated. She was travelling right now on a mission to free other Widows from Dreykov’s mind control. She was helping with an extremely important cause, and here you were, texting that you needed her all because of a bad dream.
You texted her again.
Sorry, I know you’re busy, it doesn’t have to be red. Yellow works too. Sorry.
In any other situation, you would’ve facepalmed yourself at your awkward text. But right now, you were a little more focused on trying to gasp for air. You pulled your knees to your chest as you hyperventilated, hoping and praying that she was still alive.
At that moment, you heard the front door open.
“Y/N?” A voice called.
But you knew that voice. It was the voice of your Lena. You felt relief flood over you, and started to breathe normally when another thought hit you. What if she was mad at you for texting her during her mission? What if she had finally come to her senses and was here to break up with you?
Your breaths quickened yet again.
Footsteps approached your room, and in an instant you were gathered into Yelena’s arms.
“Moya lyubov, breathe please. You need to breathe, you’re going to make yourself sick,” she spoke soothingly, her accented words like a lullaby to your ears, working like magic to calm you.
She rocked you back and forth as she caressed your hair softly.
“You’re okay, Y/N. I’m okay. I’m alive. I’m here.”
She knew. Of course she knew. Every nightmare was the same. It always followed actual events until the last second. Truthfully, Yelena exposed you to the antidote right before you could kill her. Whereas in your nightmares, she wasn’t fast enough.
Eventually, your breaths became even and you stopped shaking.
You took a deep breath and pulled away, hastily wiping your tears from your face.
“I’m sorry, I don’t know what-”
Yelena cut you off, grabbing your hands.
“Don’t. You don’t need to apologize. It’s alright, malyshka,” she said softly, bowing her head to try to meet your eyes.
When you finally looked at her, her heart broke at the sight of your puffy, red rimmed eyes, still glazed over with tears.
“I didn’t mean to interrupt your mission,” you said quietly, shame filling you.
“No, no, none of that,” Yelena started, squeezing your hands softly. “First of all, I was on my way back when you texted. Second, even if I wasn’t, you know you can text me whenever. I’m here for you, detka.”
You sniffled and nodded your head, still lost in thought.
“You didn’t, though.” Yelena spoke suddenly.
You looked at her with furrowed brows. “Hm?”
“I know what you’re thinking, and you didn’t. You didn’t kill me.”
You sighed, not even surprised. Sometimes you felt like she knew you better than you knew yourself.
“But I almost did.”
“No,” she said, shaking her head, “Dreykov almost did. What he did to you was not your fault. Not in the slightest. You didn’t have any control over your actions, lyubov.”
You looked down, playing with the hem of your shirt.
“I don’t get why you’re still here with me. Not when you could have someone else, someone less broken.”
Yelena gently grabbed your chin, lifting your head to face her.
“Firstly, if you’re broken, I’m completely shattered. Obliterated, dissipated, termin-”
You winced at the word as it began to come out of her mouth. She paused and smiled apologetically at you.
“Wrong choice of words, sorry. Point is, I’ve been through some shit, too. You’re still with me, right?”
“Of course. Always.” You answered without hesitation.
“Exactly. And I’m always with you. Through the good, the bad, and the ugly. I love you, Y/N, and some trauma isn’t enough to scare me away. You are the love of my life. You can’t get rid of me.”
You smiled at her. “Thank you, Lena.”
She smiled softly at you. “Always.”
She leaned forward to kiss you softly and you met her halfway, resting your forehead against hers once you pulled away.
“One more thing,” she began.
“Don’t invalidate your feelings. When I say ‘always’, I mean it. If the color is red, I need to know that so I can help you. Okay?”
You nodded against her forehead.
She pulled away and took your hand once more. “I know healing from this isn’t easy. Trust me, I’m working on it, too. But I’ve got your back.”
You squeezed her hand. “And I’ve got yours, Lena.”
Yelena scooted to her side of the bed before making grabby hands at you, causing you to giggle, which resulted in a triumphant smile blooming on her face.
You moved into her arms and sighed contentedly.
“I love you, Yelena Belova.”
She smiled. “And I love you, Y/N Y/L/N.”
“Always?” you asked.
She tightened her hold on you and pressed a kiss to the top of your head.
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Pairing: Biker!Bucky x Reader
Author's Note: I was looking through the kiss prompt list I reblogged a while back and found this- One person tracing the other’s lips with a fingertip until they can’t resist any longer, tilting their chin towards them for a kiss- and instantly thought of biker!bucky, which I've never done before, so I hope I've done justice cause goddAMN. Let me know what yall think! xox
"Why do we have to go to that bar, Suzie?" You ask and let out a huff of breath. Your eyes watch her glide across her room as she figures out what to wear. "It's… a-a biker bar!"
The brunette glances towards you with an incredulous look on her face. "C'mon, Y/N! Bikers are hot! We're not getting laid going to the normal bars, so why not spice it up!" She exclaims and you sigh, running a hand through your hair.
"Bikers are also dangerous, Suz! Just a few weeks ago a biker was arrested," you try to knock some sense into her.
Suzie rolls her eyes while gathering her shoes and purse. "Y/N, come on. It's just for a few hours. We'll be fine," she states while raising her eyebrows.
"Fine," you mumble quietly and stand up from your seat on the bed, following her out of her apartment.
The only good thing about this bar is that it's only a five minute walk from Suzie's place. You fiddle with your fingers while walking down the street, listening to your best friend spew out her game plan for tonight.
You can hear the bass of the music from the bar, noticing the long line of bikes sitting outside of the building. A couple of men who are sitting on their bikes whistle at us, capturing Suzie's attention.
"Hi, boys!" She grins and you roll your eyes while slipping past her, heading into the bar.
You run into someone upon entering the dimly lit place, muttering out an apology as you glance up at the man. "That's alright, doll. You okay?" The man asks and you nod your head.
"Y-Yeah, thank you," you stutter and feel a hand rest on your lower back.
"Y/N, c'mon," Suzie ushers you forward, dragging you towards the bar.
You glance over your shoulder to look at the mysterious man, noticing him watching you walk away. A smirk comes to his pink lips while bringing the whiskey glass to his lips. Your cheeks blush and look away, tucking your lip between your teeth.
"What can I get you ladies?" The bartender asks, his eyes roaming down your body. An uneasy shiver runs down your spine, as you look over the many cocktails listed on the blackboard behind him.
"I'll have a coke and whiskey," Suzie tells the man and he nods in response before bringing his gaze back to you.
"Uh, sex on the beach, please," you mention and the bartender smirks while nodding his head again.
He turns his back to make your drinks and you keep an eye on him. You chew on the inside of your cheek as you've got a bad feeling about the man.
The bartender turns back around, setting both of your drinks onto the bar top. "Ladies," he winks before walking away to tend other customers.
Your heart pounds against your chest as you look down at the drink in front of you. A sigh leaves your lips and you glance towards your friend to see her drink already half gone.
"God, Y/N, stop! Just have a good fucking time and stop worrying," she growls before getting off of the stool. You shut your mouth and watch her walk away from you.
"She's a firecracker, ain't she?" The same voice from before asks and you jump in your seat, whipping your head around to see the man you bumped into before.
Your lips part, trying to find the right words as he stares down you. "U-Uh, yeah, she sure is," you mumble and tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.
"I'm Bucky," he introduces himself and holds his hand out to you. You smile softly at the blue-eyed man and shake his hand.
"Hi, Bucky. I'm Y/N," you greet him and pull your hand from his before stirring your drink.
Silence fills the space between you, your eyes trained on the ice in your untouched cocktail. Bucky's hand taps against the bar as he watches you stare off into space. "Is everything alright with your drink?" He asks you with a tilt of his head.
You wet your lips and glance from your drink to the man sitting in front of you. "Uhm, I'm just…" you trail off, thinking about how to tell him your experience with the bartender. "Do you come here often?"
Bucky furrows his brows and nods his head in response. "Almost every night. Why?" He questions, watching you chew on your lip.
"Does the bartender usually make drinks with his back turned to you?" You ask in a whisper, looking up at Bucky through your lashes.
Your question causes Bucky’s back to straighten, his blue eyes looking towards the young bartender he recently hired. "He shouldn't be, no," Bucky mumbles and reaches for your drink. "Is that what he did with yours?"
"Yeah," you mention and allow him to take your drink. You watch him inspect your drink before calling the bartender over to him.
The younger guy walks over to the two of you and Bucky sees the way his eyes roam over your figure, the lustful glimmer in his green eyes. "What's up, boss?" He asks, tearing his gaze from you.
Your ears perk up at the word boss and snap your head towards Bucky, seeing a stern look on his face. "Did you make this with your back turned to her?" He asks and the bartender's eyes widen.
"U-Uh, yes, sir."
Bucky drags his tongue across his lips before clicking it against his teeth. "Dump it and remake it. In front of her," he seethes, causing the younger guy to nod his head repeatedly.
Colby, Bucky's bartender, sets your new drink in front of you before apologizing. You nod your head in response and the green-eyed man walks away from the two of you. A sigh of relief leaves your lips before taking a sip of your drink.
"I'm sorry about him. He's usually better than that," Bucky mentions and you shrug your shoulders.
"Thank you, Bucky," you whisper and feel yourself melt a bit at the smile that comes to his face.
The brunette taps your bare leg gently before motioning for you to follow him. Your cheeks blush, feeling his touch linger on your skin while grabbing your glass. You follow him through the packed bar, your free hand reaching out to grab a hold of his leather jacket.
Bucky glances back at you and grabs a hold of your hand, lacing your fingers together. Your heart flutters in your chest as the burly biker leads you to the brown leather couch.
You sit down gently, crossing your leg over the other as Bucky sits down beside you. You bite your lip as his thick thigh brushed against yours, the beat of the music echoing off the walls.
"You do this with every pretty girl that comes in here?" You laugh while biting your bottom lip.
Bucky drapes his right arm over your shoulder, a deep chuckle leaving his lips. "Believe it or not, but not many pretty girls run into me at my own bar," he smirks and you roll your eyes playfully.
You take a couple of sips from your drink before shifting in your seat, so you're sitting sideways. Bucky glances down at you, your faces inches apart and your breath hitches in your throat.
"There a reason you and your friend came to this bar?" He whispers and a sigh leaves your lips.
You look around the place, seeing your friend talking to a group of bikers across the bar. "She wants to get laid and there hasn't been anyone interested in her at normal bars," you tell him as you run a hand through your hair.
A hum leaves Bucky's lips while glancing towards your friend. "Only thing about some bikers is that some don't take no for an answer. She needs to be careful," he warns you, and your stomach twists.
"Oh my God," you mumble as you begin to worry about your friend, bringing your gaze back to the girl.
Bucky rests his hand on your thigh, his fingertips digging into the plump flesh. Your breath hitches in your throat as you look down at his hand before glancing up at him through your lashes. "I'll have my guys keep an eye on her. Don't worry. They can be trusted," he reassures you.
"Okay," you whisper and Bucky moves his hand to your face.
Your eyes flutter shut as his fingertips glide across your jawline before moving to your bottom lip. You breathe heavily, scooting closer to him as Bucky's nose nudges yours.
"Is this okay?" He whispers, feeling his breath fan your lips. You reach forward and grip his leather jacket, nodding your head in response. "Words, doll. Need to hear you say it."
"P-Please," you stutter and Bucky grabs the drink in your hands before setting it on the table in front of him.
Bucky moves his right hand from the back of the couch before tugging you onto his lap. Your heart pounds against your chest as you straddle the biker, resting your hands on his shoulders.
His hands slide down your back before settling on your hips. "You're so gorgeous, doll," Bucky mumbles while glancing up at you.
"T-Thank you, Bucky," you smile, glad that someone finally picked you over your best friend.
Bucky's hand moves to the back of your neck, pulling you closer to him as the space between your faces diminishes. Just as his lips brush against yours, Suzie's voice calling out your name makes you jump.
"Y/N! Come on! I wanna go home," she practically yells, hearing the annoyance in her voice.
You let out a sigh, resting your forehead against Bucky's for a few seconds before glancing behind you. Your best friend stands about two feet behind you with her arms crossed.
"I guess I have to leave," you mumble loud enough for Bucky to hear.
He hums as you slide off of him, adjusting the skirt you're wearing before pushing yourself off of the couch. "You girls need a ride?" He asks, his blue eyes glancing towards your friend.
Suzie takes a couple of steps forward as the two of you stand up, batting her eyelashes at Bucky. "I would love for you to take me home," she flirts, winking at the muscly man.
Your heart drops into your stomach as her fingers glide up his chest. Bucky grabs a hold of her hand, causing Suzie to gasp in pain. "Don't touch me," he bluntly tells her and your eyes widen in shock.
Bucky's eyes meet yours after your friend lets out a huff of breath. "Whatever. Y/N, let's go. You were right about this place," Suzie scoffs before turning to walk out the door.
"I, uhm, I had fun," you mumble while tucking some hair behind your ear.
The biker grins at you and motions for you to walk forward. "I'll walk you out, Y/N," Bucky mentions and you chuckle, nodding your head.
You can feel his fingers brush against your lower back as the two of you follow Suzie out of the bar doors. Another sigh leaves your lips as you notice your friend already making her way to her place, leaving you behind. "I'm sorry about her," you mumble with a frown.
"She's pretty pretentious, don't you think?" Bucky asks and you nod your head, crossing your arms over your chest.
"She means well I swe-"
"She's jealous of you," Bucky cuts you off and you furrow your brows.
You shake your head, refusing to believe that Suzie is jealous of you. She's the one who always gets the guy. "Why would she be jealous of me?" You ask, feeling a bit confused.
Bucky lets out a laugh as he looks off into the distance for a few seconds. "Because you got the attention tonight and she didn't," he informs you while shrugging his shoulders. "She doesn't seem to be waiting for you. Do you want a ride home?"
You turn to see the empty street, noticing all the lights off in your best friend's apartment in the distance. You press your lips together and roll your eyes at her childish behavior, wondering why you're still friends with her.
"I-I'd like that," you tell him, not feeling comfortable walking to your place alone. Since you live farther away from the bar.
Bucky grins and grabs a hold of your hand before leading you to his motorbike. "Let me just tell Steve I'll be gone for a bit," he mentions and you nod your head in response.
You bite your lip gently as you watch him run up the steps of the bar, poking his head into the busy joint for about a minute. You move to sit on the back of his bike, resting your hands against the leather seat as Bucky now walks back towards you.
"Look at you lookin' cute," Bucky mentions with a smirk and a blush covers your cheeks.
"Shut up," you laugh while rolling your eyes playfully.
Bucky opens the pouch he has on the back of his bike before pulling out a helmet. "Here," he mumbles and you glance back to see him holding out his helmet.
"Don't you need one?" You question while grabbing it.
"Rather have your pretty self protected than mine, doll," Bucky flirts and your heart flutters in your chest, a smile coming to your lips.
The burly biker gets onto the bike as you fasten the helmet onto your head, Bucky being careful not to kick you on accident. You shift your position on the seat so your chest is pressed against his back, wrapping your arms around his torso.
"So you think I'm pretty?" You tease, earning a chuckle from Bucky.
His blue eyes glance back at you before wetting his lips. "Doll, I thought we've already established that you're pretty? I mean… we did almost make out on the couch in my bar," he smirks and you press your face into his shoulder to conceal your grin. "Of course I think you're pretty."
Bucky pulls into your driveway and parks the bike before shutting the ignition off. You release your grip on him and bring your hands to the fastening of the helmet, quickly undoing it before tugging it off of your head.
The brunette grins while getting off of the bike, a chuckle leaving his lips at the sight of your hair. "Man, helmets don't do women justice do they," Bucky mentions and reaches out to fix your hair.
You let out a huff of breath and smile up at him, enjoying the feeling of his fingers combing through your hair. "Thank you," you mumble while gracefully getting off of the motorbike, "for bringing me home."
Bucky nods his head while holding his hand out to you. "It's not a problem at all, Y/N," he smiles and you melt a bit under his gaze. "I'm definitely glad you came to my bar tonight."
Giggles leave your lips and Bucky motions for you to walk towards your front porch. You smile at the ground as the burly biker follows you to your porch, glancing behind you when you walk up the steps to see his hands tucked into his pockets.
"Well, this is me," you tell him while turning to face the blue-eyed man.
Bucky doesn't say anything as he looks down at you, bringing his right hand up to your face. Your breath hitches in your throat as his fingers glide across your cheek.
Your hands grab a hold of his leather jacket when his fingers move to your lips. Your eyes flutter shut as he traces the outline of them, feeling his other hand resting against your hip.
You've never been so infatuated with any other man you've come into contact with. "B-Bucky," you stutter out, opening your eyes to look up at him. "If you're going to kiss me, please hurry up."
A breathy chuckle leaves his lips while his fingers move to your chin, lifting it slightly before Bucky leans down to connect your lips with his. You lean on your toes, deepening the kiss while wrapping one of your arms around his neck.
You pull away from him and Bucky rests his forehead against yours. "I think I'll definitely go to your bar again if it means I get to see you," you chuckle as Bucky moves both of his hands so they're resting on your lower back.
He hums in response and kisses your lips once again. "Mm, I'm definitely okay with that," Bucky grins before giving your ass cheek a quick slap.
A gasp leaves your lips and you look up at the brunette, seeing a smirk on his pink lips. "Bucky!" You slap his chest playfully, biting your lip gently.
"Goodnight, doll," Bucky whispers and connects your lips for the third time tonight. "Come see me tomorrow."
You press your lips together and nod your head in response. "I will," you tell him as the brunette walks down the steps of your porch. "Don't forget about me with all these pretty girls stumbling into your bar!"
Bucky laughs and turns to face you, walking back towards his bike. "How can I when I've got you?!" He winks before sitting down on his bike.
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No More Burning Breakfast
Natasha Romanoff x Reader One Shot
Word Count: 2.2k
(not my gif)
summary: One morning in the Norwegian countryside you decide to surprise your girlfriend with something sweet, it doesn’t go exactly as you’d originally planned
Warnings: Soft Norway Nat, fluff lots and lots of fluff, mild violence described
A/N: SO my first fanfic EVER AHHHH! so many lovely writers on here have inspired me to try my hand at this and I’m excited to get started! This fic is dedicated to all of them. Keep in mind this is my first attempt at writing and is pretty much unedited so please go easy on me. I’d love to hear any feedback and comments you all have! and ofc likes and reblogs always welcome! pls enjoy :)
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You hummed contentedly as you approached the metal door of the trailer, shifting the paper bag full of pastries from your right hand to your left to be able to place the key in the lock. Calm mornings like this one were always your favorite, and they weren’t hard to come by as you and Natasha found yourselves with more and more free time when you’d been peacefully tucked away in the countryside of Norway. The circumstances of your seclusion may have been forced but the peaceful moments it brought along with it were something you secretly savored.
You'd never seen this much of Natasha before, she was usually away on missions for months at a time and your time together was sparse, only managing to steal brief but intimate moments together in the compound before she packed up and left another mission again. It was a simple occupational hazard you often found yourself rationalizing, one that tested the strength of your relationship multiple times. One the two of you hadn't been faced with ever since the Avengers had an impromptu break up and became wanted war criminals though.
Now all your time was spent together, holed up in the safe house Natasha found through an old friend. Stressful nights contemplating the lives you'd left behind slowly morphed into quiet mornings just the two of you spent curled up in bed watching movies as the weeks passed by and no trouble reared its ugly head.
Around this time in the morning you usually made Natasha and yourself breakfast, you quickly realized your girlfriend wasn't the best cook in the first few weeks you'd spent together, and took on the role yourself happily if not for your own concern for your health. You weren't the most amazing chef but you had a few tricks up your sleeves. And as tedious as getting up to make breakfast every morning was, you'd be lying if you said you didn't love the domesticity of it all..
Still, as the days went by it began to feel a bit like a routine and you felt a longing desire to break up the monotony. So today you decided to surprise your lover with something sweet, slipping out of bed without managing to wake up your super spy (which came as a huge surprise to you) and driving into town to pick up sugary confections from a small bakery to express your affections for the redhead.
You smiled to yourself anticipating the look on her face when you presented her with an assortment of her favorite treats before turning the key in the lock and stepping into the safety of the home away from home you two had made. You were greeted with the smell of something burning as you shrugged off your jacket and let your eyes take in the view in front of you.
There in all her glory Natasha was dancing gracefully in front of the stove, draped in an oversized t-shirt and underwear. Forcefully stirring a concoction in the pan while her lower half swayed to the music that was evidently playing in her headphones. You admired her form for a moment and chuckled lowly to yourself as you took the opportunity to sneak up behind her.
“Boo!” you giggled out while placing your free hand on her waist.
Natasha quickly spun around swinging her leg around to sweep yours out from under you, while simultaneously grabbing your wrist from her waist and bending it at an awkward angle.
“Oh my god!”
“Oh my god!”
You both shouted out at the same time for different reasons, though yours escaped your lips more as a whimper
“Detka, it's you!” she exclaimed in surprise and dropped your wrist, placing her headphones on the counter.
“Well yes who else would it be?!” you whisper shouted through clenched teeth, cradling your sore hand and moving to stand back up slowly, pastries long forgotten in their crumpled bag by your feet on the floor. Natasha crinkled her nose and winced, reaching out to caress your wrist.
“I’m so sorry malyshka, you know you can't sneak up on me like that!”
“I wasn't expecting you to go full on Black Widow on me!” she chuckled at this before leading you over to the table and sitting you down.
“I mean seriously! Did you not notice I wasn't in bed this morning? Who else would it be?” you exclaimed with faux frustration now. watching as her smile widened and cheeks began to flush in embarrassment at your questions.
“I’m sorry, I thought you just went for a walk!”
“With the car?!” she paused at this, and her eyes peered towards the window, hinting to you she hadn't thought to check for its absence before getting started on breakfast.
“You know I wouldn't have left for a walk without making you something to eat love.”
“I thought you might have been hinting you were tired of making breakfast for me all the time by leaving so early, so I tried to make something myself.” she gestured to the stove with a grimace, where the pan still sat full of food and you laughed softly to yourself at her expression
“Well had I known you were going to physically accost me when I got back, I wouldn't have left in the first place!”
“It wasn't on purpose!”
“Wait, where did you go?” she questioned, taking in your appearance fully before her eyes met the bag that was still laying on the floor.
“What's in the bag?”
“Don't change the subject!” you laughed out reaching down to grab the bag before she could with her cat like reflexes. She gasped defiantly and met your eyes as you smirked.
“What is it?”
“You know, I think- I think you may have actually broken my wrist, can we get back to that?” you gestured dramatically to your arm and she rolled her eyes at your antics
“You're so dramatic” you gasped loudly at this
“You know what? I revoke my gift”
“You haven't even given it to me yet!”
“I guess i'll just have to eat all of these myself”
“Good, I didn't want any anyway.” she met your mischievous grin with raised brows and a look that said ‘i'm not budging’. You fought back a laugh at her stubbornness, something that always endeared you.
“You don't even know what it is!”
“I know I don't want any, I have a perfectly good breakfast on the stove” she moved to get up and plate her breakfast she’d put together when you first arrived and you giggled.
“Suit yourself darling”
You opened the paper bag that was sitting in your lap and breathed in the smell of the sweet and nutty aroma that were wafting off of the slice of almond cake you’d purchased for yourself from the kind old man in the Norwegian bakery that was resting on top of the collection of the pastries. You reached inside to pull out the slice of warm spongy goodness and placed it on a napkin on the wooden table.
Natasha sat down in front of you with a plate of burnt eggs and you smirked when you met her eyes. Her expression was unreadable for a moment and you decided to play with her a little more.
“This smells sooo good doesn't it natty?” you picked up the napkin and held out the cake in front of her face. She shrugged and shoved a forkful of eggs into her mouth. Her shoulders were straight as opposed to her usual slouch and it looked like she was in physical pain trying to eat her own creation.
You decided to torture her further by taking a large exaggerated bite of the cake, and actually couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped your lips when the almond cake met your tongue. It was light and fluffy and had just the right hint of cinnamon, it was easily one of the best pastries you'd ever had.
“I don't know what you're trying to accomplish, I don't even like almonds.” you met Natashas eyes at this and smirked once again while she shifted her fork around her plate dejectedly
“Oh I know, this was for me,” you said with pretend nonchalance “That's why I got you blini and caviar” you met her eyes excitedly and waited for her reaction
You'd driven for the better half of an hour to get the rare Russian caviar from Natashas contact before you stopped at the Norwegian bakery, and had been anticipating her reaction to you getting her favorite treats all morning. It was worth it to see the expression that lit up her face at your words.
she choked and eyed the bag that was still on the table, and you knew she'd finally caved. She grinned widely before shoving her plate of eggs away and grabbing the pastry and container of caviar out of the bag. You laughed at the surprise in her expression and smiled tenderly when she looked up at you.
There was awe in her expression and you assumed it was because she wasn't used to someone going out of their way to surprise her with something she loved so much, or paying close enough attention to learn what she loves in the first place. Your heart stuttered at the thought but you took comfort in knowing as long as you were breathing and as long as she'd have you, you'd give everything to treat Natasha the way she truly deserved.
She smiled at you, big and warm and thankful and you just about died when she reached out a hand to caress your cheek lovingly. You met her touch in the middle of the table and rested your hand softly over hers, squeezing it with gentle purpose before leaning in for a tender kiss. You both smiled into it before separating and it was then you decided that you'd go any lengths no matter how grand to see her smile like that again.
“Baby, thank you.” she held your gaze and this time you couldn't feign nonchalance through your blushing cheeks.
“Ah it was nothing” you gave an unconvincing shrug and watched as she opened up the container of caviar with a beaming smile
You appreciated the calm silence that took over you both as you ate, and felt the warmth of gratifying satisfaction still buzzing in your chest at the fact that you had returned the favor Natasha gifted with you every day just by existing, you’d made her truly happy.
Later in the day you'd stripped off your day clothes and sat beside Natasha on the bed in a t-shirt and sweats. You both bundled up under the covers and put a movie on her laptop. You were getting sick of watching the same bond films every other night but she loved them and watching her recite them line by line was more entertaining than the films themselves sometimes.
Her arm wrapped around you and she pulled you into her side pressing a soft kiss to the side of your head. You felt a safety you’d never known every time she pulled you into her embrace and feeling her skin flushed against yours and her auburn hair tickling your neck was a form of easy intimacy you wouldn’t trade for the world.
You spent the majority of the film stealing kisses in between important scenes, with your attention to the movie waning on and off when you remembered the feel of her soft pillowy lips beside you. You looked up at her at just the right moment and you locked eyes and she moved a hand to your cheek to caress you softly.
“What are you thinking?” she whispered and you smiled up at her.
“that if a sprained wrist is all it takes to make you smile that big, next time i think i'd let you body slam me through the floor if it meant i got to see you this content.” she slapped your arm softly at this and you felt her shoulders shake underneath your own as you both laughed.
“I'm serious!” you laughed softly and buried your face in her neck basking in the light and airy serenity of the moment.
The two of you laid there for a few more moments when something in the room changed. You wrinkled your nose and rolled over in confusion. You sniffed a few times and pat Natashas arm softly to get her attention.
“Babe, do you smell that?” you questioned the redhead beside you and moved to stand up.
“Smell what?” she looked at you pensively.
Natasha stilled, sniffed the air and shot up out of the bed like it had burned her. You watched her in alarm as she ran out of the room and into the kitchen.
“I forgot about the bacon!” she shouted back at your worried form and you laughed in disbelief.
As you watched her take out a smoking tray of charred and unrecognizable shapes you decided a lot more pastries would be in your future if it meant no more cooking from your girlfriend. And you'd let her practice any moves in the book on you when you arrived home with her favorite foods every time if it meant you got to see her face light up the way it did.
It would always be worth it, so long as you were coming home to her.
A/N: AHHHH I DID IT. first fic is done. If you made it this far thank you so much for reading! let me know what you thought in the comments <3 I’m open to requests but I’m a relatively new writer so keep that in mind when you do! I hope to get out some fics I have in the works soon :) I’d appreciate if you like or reblog greatly! feedback is ofc always welcome
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Yelena Belova Masterlist
Requested by Anon: Yelena + Y/N kiss 22 (kiss leading to more but they're interrupted) . They're interrupted by Nat who is obviously incredibly protective of her little sister and gives Y/N the big sister threat/talk! Thank you!!! ❤️
Word Count: 1.2k (fluffy and featuring scary!sister!Nat)
A/N: this is part of my attempt to get back into writing, just a lil blurb to help my confidence, up and coming are some updates on some series and a really angsty and nice Yelena oneshot
"Sneaking around was definitely worth this." You said, smirking as your hands slid up to Yelena's neck, tugging her closer to you. She laughed in response, her nose leaning forwards to nuzzle yours, her hands trailing gently up around your waist, pulling you closer to her.
Golden light leaked through the windows of your room, glinting in her green eyes which were fixed on you, her features filled with adoration as her hand came to brush the hair away from your face. Her smile was gentle, her touch soft, scared you might fall apart under her touch.
You showed her otherwise as you leaned into her, your forehead resting against hers. The secret date had ended long ago, having been a simple lunch then a movie. You couldn't find it in you to leave her, giggling with her like teenagers in love as you stumbled through the compound, thankful you didn't run into anyone.
Your fingers played with the baby hairs on the base of her neck, giggling as you felt goosebumps arise under your touch. You knew the effect you had on her, you saw every blush dusting across her cheeks, every shy smile she sent your way, the way her eyes widened when you caught her staring.
You loved it all.
You loved it most when her lips met yours, gently moving against yours, pulling you towards her. You adored the way she sighed when you kissed her, relieved you were still there. Her hands tugged you closer to her, sliding up to your shoulders, eyelashes fluttering against yours.
The sunlight couldn't tell your bodies apart, you melted into her when she pulled you down to the bed. Smiling into her, feeling her hands in your hair, tugging you closer to her. You doubted it was even possible, when her legs wrapped themselves around yours, feeling you closer to her.
It all stopped when the door opened.
You jumped back from her, breathing heavily, cheeks ablaze, hiding your face behind your hands. Yelena sat up on the bed, cheeks dusted with a bright blush, lips were swollen and palms sweaty. Natasha stood near the door, her eyebrow raised, her eyes glancing between you and your girlfriend.
She licked her lips as her eyes ran over you, examining you. Her eyebrow raised as she turned to Yelena, speaking something quickly in Russian. A frown quickly covered the blonde's face as she protested to the command, her shoulders tensing as she got up to stand in front of you.
Natasha's eyebrow raised higher at the action, nodding her head for Yelena to leave the room. The blonde looked between you to her sister, sending an apologetic glance your way. Her protective nature slowly cracking and giving way as she exited the room, glaring at the cause of the interruption.
Yelena looked guiltily at you before she closed the door behind her. The click of the door resounding in the quiet room. Fidgeting with your fingers, you looked up to Natasha, expecting her to say something. The silence carried on as she moved to sit on the bed, patting the spot next to her.
"Sit." She commanded, watching carefully as you moved to sit down next to her. A smirk made its way onto her face at your newfound fear of her. Mischief glinted in her green eyes when she saw you fidgeting in your seat next to her. Deciding not to torture you further, she began to speak.
"So you're the one my sister has been so happy about lately?" Natasha asked, crossing her legs, leaning forward in her seat to observe you. She watched as heat rushed to your cheeks, you looked down in embarrassment as you fidgeted with your fingers. Incoherent mumbles escaped your lips, slowly turning into words.
"I think so?" You said, your tone sounding more of a question than a statement. Her smirk threatened to turn into a grin at your shy response. Trying to keep from flustering you more, she thought of the point she was getting to. You made it hard to focus when you tried to come up with feeble reasons for avoiding her.
"Don't worry," She stopped your incoherent rambling, clearing her throat. "I already know why Yelena wanted to keep it a secret."
Your eyebrows furrowed, confusion pasting itself across your face at her response. It was clear you didn't know why you had to sneak around like teenagers when you could just date as normal people did. You glanced away from Natasha, trying to avoid her piercing gaze.
Her green eyes felt like they were staring through your soul, nitpicking through all your insecurities, all the beauty you saw in yourself, everything Yelena saw in you. Judgment was present on her face as she continued to examine you. She licked her lips before continuing, letting you agonize over her words for a few more moments.
"Yelena was worried I would," Natasha paused, trying to think of the right word to use.
Your eyes widened in response, shifting away from her as she merely chuckled at your reaction. Her words were doing nothing to help the nervousness that had taken over you the second she walked through that door. If anything, she was making you more nervous.
Natasha's approval meant too much to Yelena for her to cast it aside. You were determined to be deemed worthy to date her sister, even if that meant standing up to her sister, who could probably kill you in your sleep. You just had to hope she didn't want to.
You fidgeted in your seat when she began talking about how she had already known Yelena had been dating someone. The smile only grew when she rambled about how she had been smiling more and talking excitedly about something you did that day that you were proud of, even if it was just making a batch of cookies.
For a spy, she really didn't try to hide your relationship. Natasha noticed the quiet smile forming on your face, she couldn't help but smile herself. It was clear you made her happy, happier than she's ever been. She knew you'd never hurt her sister, not on purpose, however, you still needed to be told.
"Anyone can see happy you make her," Natasha said with a smile, her face slowly turning more serious. "But if you ever hurt her on purpose."
You gulped visibly, moving further away from her. Silence stretched through the room as Natasha thought on her next words, a smirk turning up the corner of her lips at your nervousness. She didn't blame you, but she couldn't help but enjoy it a little, she rarely got to threaten people over her sister.
"Just know that I can invent new ways to kill someone."
Natasha smiled at you, a sickeningly sweet smile, patted your hand, and left the room. You were still sitting on the bed, your face had lost some of its colors as you stared blankly at the wall in front of you. Yelena rushed into the room after her sister, asking you what was wrong and what she said to you.
When you didn't respond for a few moments, she thought the redhead would have scared you off. You grabbed her wrist, pulled her down next to you. Tilting your head to the side, you observed her features, eyes lingering on her smile before you spoke.
"Your sister is terrifying."
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a knight in shining armor
Pairing: Shang-Chi x F!Reader
Summary: You’re out at a club when a guy won’t leave you alone. Shang-Chi gets involved.
Word Count: 980
Warnings: Canon-typical violence, swearing
A/N: I’ve been riding a Shang-Chi-induced high since I saw this movie it was sososososososo good! If you haven’t seen it yet (and can) please do!
With the music reverberating through your bones as you swayed with the crowd of people on the dance floor you couldn’t help but lose yourself. A night at a club, getting drunk, dancing with strangers, and maybe even letting one of them take you home was your preferred way to spend a Friday night. Or a Saturday night. Pretty much any night now that you think about it.
With some alcohol in your system and the lights strobing around you it was easy to forget. Easy to get lost in the moment and just be.
A strangers’ hands on your waist were not unfamiliar, nor strictly unwanted, but when the mouth that they were attached to leaned down to whisper something slimy about your body and what he wanted to do to it in your ear you firmly pushed his hands off of you and pulled yourself from his grasp.
“Heyyyy no where’re y’going?” The man slurred at you, annoyed as you began to move away from him.
“I’m not interested,” You hiss as you start to make your way towards the bar.
“Just keep dancing with me,” The man whines as he reaches out for your arm.
“Hey! She said she wasn’t interested!” You hear a voice shout as someone steps between your retreating figure and the guy.
“Who the hell are you?” The man leered at the stranger who had decided to insert himself in your business.
“Hey, I can take care of this myself,” You told the stranger.
But before either one of you could say anything else the drunk man lunged in-between the two of you, trying to punch the stranger in the face.
Fortunately your defender was quick on his feet and dodged the fist, and was even quicker in his own attack as he quickly brought the man down to the ground, slamming his face into the sticky mess of the club floor with a dull thud.
“Hey!” A man shouted from across the dance floor, as a group of scary-looking men who you were pretty sure came in with your former dance partner began to make their way over to where you were when they saw the commotion.
“I don’t think you want to do that,” You tell them with a shake of your head.
As your defender gets up to take on this new threat your wave your hand at him dismissively. He looks at you with a look that seems to be part confusion and part concern as he stands close to you, but you just try to shoot him a look that says ‘trust me’ before turning back to the gang of men in front of you.
“And why would we listen to you, little lady?” One of the goons sneers at you as they get up in your face.
“Because I can do this,” You tell him as you pick out the biggest man and with a flick of your wrist contort his arm out in front of him before snapping his Ulna with the slight shift of your outstretched fingers.
As the man screams out in pain the others look at you with fear as they realize what just happened. As they move to grab their incapacitated friends and hightail it out of the club you turn back to the man who defended you.
Now that you get a better look at him you realize that you’ve seen him before, he’s the man from the viral video of the bus attack in San Francisco.
“You- you’re a…” He stumbles over his words as he looks at you.
“I’m (Y/N),” You introduce yourself as you stretch out a hand for him to shake. You see him glance down at your hand and hesitate slightly before taking it in his own large, warm hand and shaking it firmly.
“Shang-Chi,” He replies.
And I’m not some superhero, if that’s what you’re wondering,” You add as you finish making your way over to the bar and order the two of you some drinks.
“But you just… you broke that guy’s arm with a snap of your fingers,” Shang-Chi replies.
“I did, didn’t I,” You reply with a laugh as you take your drink from the bartender and push the other towards Shang-Chi.
“You’re in New York now, Bus Boy,” You tell him, “Sometimes it feels like there’s more super people than there are normal people.”
“Lots of superheroes, lots of supervillains,” You say as you wave your hand around in front of you, a vague reference to the insanity that it is to be in New York City these days.
“And which are you?” Shang-Chi asks you as he takes a sip of his drink, still trying to figure out who the hell you are.
You smirk at him knowingly, in a way that unnerves him before you open your mouth to reply.
“Damn, the avengers already got to you?”
“Wha- I mean, kind of, yeah,” He says sheepishly, “But, hey, you didn’t answer my question!” He protests.
“I have to retain the air of mystery around me, it’s part of my charm,” You tell him with a grin as you down the rest of your drink. “Well, I’ll probably see you around,” You tell him as you stand up to leave.
“Until next time, Shang-Chi,” You bid him farewell before pressing a quick kiss to his cheek and turning on your heels to walk out of the club.
Oh. He was definitely going to see you again, Shang-Chi just wasn’t sure if he was going to like the circumstances.
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Melted Hearts (Bucky x Reader)
Summary: On a mission to Siberia in Winter, you, Bucky, Steve and Sam are stuck overnight at a dingy hotel. Luckily for you, the hotel has a bar. Unluckily for you, each time you get drunk you find yourself kissing Bucky like there’s no tomorrow, but the ‘friends with benefits’ type arrangement the two of you appear to have, isn’t really working out anymore. And what a surprise: it turns out there’s only one bed!
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader, fwb!Bucky Barnes x Reader
Word Count: 12k (whoops)
Warnings: Knife/gun violence mentioned as well as injury.
A/n: And on the last day of my isolation I present you all with this! Reader is a form of super soldier like Steve and Bucky, but to a lesser degree so can get briefly drunk on mass quantities of alcohol :) This was my favourite thing in the world to write, despite working on it for a very long time, it’s my baby :’) all my original ideas and work
A thick blanket of snow covered the ground. The trees, lightly dusted, spiralled upwards darkly, contrasting with the stark whiteness. The scene would have been eerily beautiful if it wasn't for the gunshots you could hear in the not too far off distance.
Your radio crackled into life, ‘Come in. Twenty one hostiles heading north west.’
“Copy that Cap’n.” You replied, before hooking the radio back onto your belt.
Running through the woods, your footsteps were entirely muffled by the cotton covering of snow. A stealthy shadow came into view, as Bucky fell into step with you.
“On your left,” He muttered, throwing you a grin.
‘Hey, that’s mine and Steve’s thing,’ Sam complained over comms.
“You’re a big boy now Sam, you can share your toys.”
‘Fuck you, Y/n.’
“Love you Sam. Have they taken the bait yet?”
‘Hell yeah they have, they’re heading back South East.’
You both finally slowed, breath visibly curling in short puffs into the freezing air, the tips of your fingers numb.
“Fuck, this is just too easy.”
Bucky smirked at you as he swiftly loaded a rifle he’d pulled from his jacket.
You glared at him, “Shut up Barnes. I don’t run a body temperature of a thousand degrees like you do, I’m literally freezing to death.”
Pulling your favourite handgun from your winter boots you loaded it quickly, then whipped four knives from your sleeves, sheathing them on your belt.
Bucky raised his eyebrows at you, “Where the hell are you keeping all of those?”
You watched his eyes rove across your figure hugging tactical suit.
“You can’t use searching me for weapons as an excuse to check me out, Barnes,” You sassed, lips turning up mischievously. Reaching behind you, you pulled another concealed handgun from your suit, chucking it to Bucky, who easily caught it, a guilty smile plastered across his face.
“Doll, do I ever need an excuse to check you out?” He flirted, loading the gun and handing it back to you.
Steve’s candid voice came through the comms, ‘Can we focus please.’
“Focus on what again, Steve?” Bucky asked; cheeky tone of voice.
You slapped his arm, before starting into a run, carrying out the next stage of the plan. Bucky caught up to you almost instantly and the two of you were flying through the woods side by side again.
‘T- minus four minutes until planned intercept.’
As a touch of liquid splashed onto your forehead, you threw a glance upwards to see Sam’s drone Redwing flying directly above you, just skimming the trees.
“Either Redwing is throwing snowballs at me, or it’s just started snowing again.”
But even as the words left your lips, you could see white snowflakes starting to once again spiral downwards from the sky.
“Shit, that’s not looking good,” Bucky replied, as the two of you slowed your charge through the trees, scanning the area as the snowfall started to rapidly increase.
‘There wasn’t supposed to be anymore snow forecast until Sunday.’ Steve responded over comms, and you could hear the hint of concern in his voice.
“Guess we just got a time limit then.” You pushed your hand through your hair, flicking off the snow that was already gathering on your head, before a mischievous glint flashed in your eyes, “Race you, Barnes.”
You took off, tearing through the snow, but your attempt at giving yourself a head start was futile. He was next to you in an instant, easily matching your pace.
‘Don’t start being reckless,’ Steve chided and you rolled your eyes.
‘You’ve got thirty seconds until you’re on top of them.’ Sam added.
“Hmm, ‘on top of them’? Think you might have read the wrong mission brief Sam.”
“Or maybe he’s been reading your diary Doll,” Bucky grinned.
“Sam, you wouldn't!” You gasped mockingly, “Now my secret fantasy of twenty one Hydra agents at once has been revealed to the world.”
‘I hate you both SO fucking much.’
“Nah, you love us really Sam, where would you be without us?”
‘Living a quiet, blissful life in DC.’
“Where’s the fun in that Pigeon?” Bucky smirked.
Sam’s irritated response was cut off by Steve, ‘Can you kids stop bickering, you’re a hundred metres away.’
“Okay Dad,” You murmured, just loud enough for him to hear.
You heard Sam chuckling over comms, ‘More like Grandad.’
‘Sam,’ Steve said, warning tone clear.
As he spoke, you spotted black shapes moving stealthily through the trees in the distance. Instantly stopping, you pressed your back against the nearest tree in unison with Bucky a few metres away from you. Unhooking one of your knives from your belt, you held your gun up, turning your head to Bucky with a brow raised. He was brandishing two rifles, and with a wink, he twisted to look round the tree concealing him, before nodding at you. You took a deep breath in, before whisking around the tree and running lightly towards the intercept point, gun pointed towards the direction of the Hydra agents in anticipation of being seen.
Making it to the intercept point, you threw yourself down onto your elbows, on the top of a snowy lump of ground obscuring you from view. Bucky was mere seconds behind you, instantly peering through the scope of his gun.
“Twenty one targets confirmed. Ten seconds.”
You could hear your heartbeat thumping loudly in your ears as your adrenaline began to spike.
Squeezing your eyes shut for a brief second, you inhaled deeply once again, before the eerie silence was interrupted by the rapid firing of Bucky’s rifle. You weren’t even a second behind him, picking out the dark shapes of the enemy easily against the white backdrop of the snowy landscape.
You had them trapped, and the two of you picked them off one by one, bodies collapsing to the ground in front of you.
As the last Hydra agent dropped to the ground and the last echo from your gunshot faded, you scanned the scene counting the bodies.
“Eighteen, Nineteen, Twenty...” You counted under your breath. “Steve, I thought you said twenty one?”
“There’s one left, he’s coming at you-”
Steve was cut off suddenly by a powerful blast from where the bodies lay, throwing both you and Bucky backwards. Fumbling for your gun, you looked at Bucky; who’s expression of confusion you were sure mirrored your own.
“The fuck was that? A bomb?” He said, scanning to see the source of the explosion but the scene was bare, if not blackened by the explosion.
‘Looked like it. You need to find the last agent and take him out NOW. They’ll be trying to blow up the hard drives before we get to them.’ Steve shouted over comms.
Exchanging a glance with Bucky, the two of you leaped simultaneously over the decimated snow bank, heart racing at what felt like a thousand miles an hour. You both spotted the rogue agent within milliseconds, and you started rapidly firing at him as Bucky flung a knife, but the agent easily flipped behind a tree and avoided it all. Bucky’s dagger embedded itself into the tree he was hiding behind, and as you took a beat to reload your gun that you’d emptied of bullets before the explosion, you didn’t notice the Hydra agent launching Bucky’s knife back towards you with furious speed.
Before you noticed anything, Bucky slammed into you, his full body weight knocking all the air out of you as you fell to the ground.
“Fuck,” you gasped, rolling onto your side. As your head whipped round to spot the Hydra agent, you finally noticed the reason for Bucky slamming into you.
He was still laid in the snow, hand pushing down on his side where blood had started to seep through his suit, face pressed in a grimace.
“Shit!” You swore, kneeling next to him.
“Get the agent, I’m fine,” he grunted, gasping for air as he tried to sit up.
You twisted round, loading your hand gun as you did so; just in the nick of time. The Hydra agent’s head had just popped into view and you aimed, shot and they went down easily.
Dropping your gun in the snow you turned back to Bucky, looking him up and down.
“Strip. Now.” You commanded, pointing towards the darkened patch on his side, where blood was seeping through his shredded tactical suit.
He gingerly removed his hand from his wound, cursing under his breath, and pulled off his jacket and shirt, “Why, is this another one of your fantasies Doll?”
You threw him a look of concern, his voice was strained slightly, and his face was a touch paler than usual. “Oh so you read my diary too?” You joked, in an attempt to keep his mind off his injury.
“Don’t need to to know you’ve got one hell of a dirty mind, Dollface.”
“Watching you bleed out in the snow is entirely within my power right now, and I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t currently the top of my bucket list.”
"Nah, you need me around for entertainment. Imagine being stuck with an injured Sam, he'd have been crying."
'I will gladly speed up your slow death Barnes.'
"I don't know, watching you slowly bleed to death would be the most entertaining thing in this goddamn forest."
Kneeling in the snow next to him, your eyes scanned over the bloodied gash to the left of his abdominals, it wasn’t deep, and with Bucky’s accelerated healing, it would be no problem, but you did need to stop the bleeding. The only first aid you had with you was with Steve and Sam, who were ten minutes away at least, so making a quick decision with the limited resources available, you unzipped the front of your suit. Gritting your teeth and bracing for the freezing cold air, you pulled your tank top over your head, leaving you in just a sports bra from the waist up.
You could feel Bucky’s gaze burning into you as you bunched up your t-shirt, and you rolled your eyes, zipping back up your suit, “There was me thinking that a stab wound might have distracted you.”
“You’re the only thing that distracts me, Sugar.” He replied with a flirtatious tone weighing heavy on his words, grin pulling at his lips, his eyes still flicking over your body.
You raised your eyebrows at him, shaking your head slightly in mock disbelief, “Thought you were a highly trained assassin, were you not trained to resist the allure of spy agent femme fatale’s stripping in front of you?”
"Is that what you are Doll? Maybe sometime when we get out of this, you wanna use some of that seductive-"
‘-We’re about five minutes out. Think you can keep it in your pants Barnes?’ Sam interrupted over comms.
“I’d honestly be more concerned if he wasn’t deliriously flirting, Sam.” You smirked.
“Believe me there’s nothing delirious about this flirting.”
‘Yeah. He’s fine.’
Bucky looked away from you for a second, preoccupied with Sam’s remark and you abruptly pressed your t-shirt into his wound, holding it there with your right hand to apply pressure.
He jolted sharply, flinching away from your touch as he hissed through his teeth, “Fuck me, that stings.”
“You wait until Steve gets here and I disinfect it.”
“God, don’t tease me like that.” He mocked, letting his head fall back against the tree bark.
Your hands were splayed over Bucky’s skin, fingertips resting against his toned chest, as you kept the pressure on his gash. It wasn’t anything serious, but you didn’t want to risk any infection.
‘Two minutes max.’
Your shoulder was leant against his thigh, and you could feel the heat from his skin through his tact gear, a sharp contrast to the freezing puddle of snow you were knelt in. You could feel his eyes on you, tracing over your face as you continued to hold your shirt firmly against the stab wound, the blue colour gradually staining darker as it began to absorb his blood.
“I knew you were dying to get your hands on me Doll.”
“If anyone out of the two of us is dying, it’s currently you Barnes.” You laughed, finally looking up to catch his gaze. The intensity of his eye contact had your heart beat racing a little faster than usual. You could see each short breath he took curl into the bitingly cold air, his parted lips showing his teeth gritted in pain.
“Is it bad?" You asked softly.
His reply was short, as he dropped his eyes from yours, “Nothing I can’t handle.”
“Bucky.” You murmured, quiet enough for it not to be picked up by comms. "Don't bullshit me, I know it hurts. You don't have to act up, it's just you and me."
His eyes flew back to yours, and you couldn't quite read the tangle of thoughts flickering in his irises.
"Just you and me, huh?" His voice was a whisper as he replied, right hand reaching up to gesture at his comms. “It’s never just you and me Doll.”
You stared down at him, but as though to prove his point, your moment was interrupted by the crunching of Sam and Steve’s feet on the snow covered ground.
Swinging the rucksack the emergency medical kit was stored in his shoulder, Steve looked at you expectantly, “What do you need?”
You coughed slightly awkwardly, hoping they hadn’t noticed you and Bucky gazing into each other’s eyes like love struck idiots.
“Er- antiseptic wipes, first.”
If Steve noticed anything amiss, he didn’t show it as he swiftly tossed you the pack of wipes. Kneeling down next to Bucky, you pulled a wipe from the pack, “This is going to-”
“-Sting. You got it, doll.” Bucky interrupted, laughing dryly.
As you pressed the wipe to his skin he hissed through his teeth, and you felt his muscles clench with the shock underneath your hands. You cleaned out and bandaged the wound quickly and efficiently, feeling Bucky’s dark eyes watching your every move.
When you were done, Steve reached out a hand to help Bucky to his feet. From where you knelt in the snow, you bundled the medical supplies back into the bag before standing yourself. Looking round at the snowflakes still swirling around you all, you turned to Steve.
“So what now?”
The four of you clattered into the foyer of the smallest, most incognito hotel you could find in the nearby village; dripping snow or sweat everywhere, you couldn’t tell which. The smell that was emitting from you all almost improved the stale air of the fusty lobby.
Steve and Sam went straight to the desk where a tiny old lady was sat, almost hidden behind her desk.
Turning to Bucky, you nodded at a group of musty arm chairs, “You should sit, while we wait.”
“I’m fine, Doll.” He replied, shaking his head.
It was probably true, his accelerated healing was more than likely making fast work of the knife wound.
“Your funeral then.” You joked, a smile stealing its way onto your face before sitting yourself down on one of the chairs.
“Are you going to cry?” He deadpanned, before taking a set next to you anyway.
You frowned, taken aback, “What?”
“At my funeral, are you going to cry?”
You could see the mischief glinting in his eyes. He must be feeling better.
“You’d be lucky.” You laughed.
He feigned offense as he placed his hand over his heart, “Not even one tear?”
“Maybe I’d squeeze one tear out. You deserve that for saving my ass today.”
“One tear is all I get for getting stabbed?”
“Yep.” You laughed, “Don’t push your luck.”
“Good to know that’s all I mean to you, Y/n,” he teased.
You smirked, patting his shoulder in mock remorse, “Well, you were going to find out at some point.”
You could feel the heat of his body emitting through his torn stealth suit, and as you looked up waiting for a surely witty response, you caught his gaze for a moment too long, but you were interrupted.
“The last room they had was a double so you can sleep in the bed Y/n, we’ll take the floor,” Steve announced, as him and Sam returned.
You tore your gaze from Bucky’s, blinking as you pulled your hand from his arm like it was on fire and coughed slightly in composure, “Steve, don’t be stupid. It’s a double bed, I’m not taking the whole thing myself.”
“Buck, you’re sharing with Y/n, better for your injury than the floor.”
“Don’t be trying anything and forgetting me and Steve are also in the room Barnes,” Sam sniggered, before hiding it as a cough.
Bucky rolled his eyes at him, shaking his head.
“Me and Sam are gonna head up there now and check it out.” Steve said, before looking between you and Bucky, a hint of questioning on his face.
“Copy that.” You replied, before pursing your lips. “There must be a bar somewhere in this dump, I’m gonna start drinking and take a blissful, drunk fifteen minutes.”
“Fifteen minutes? With your metabolism? You'll be lucky." Sam scoffed, "See you in ten."
“Twenty.” You challenged, pulling out and twirling a credit card between your fingers, “Tony’s paying after all.”
“You coming Buck?” Steve asked.
“No. I don’t trust an unsupervised, drunk Y/n not to make some terrible decisions.”
“Well what can I say, we’re in Russia. I’m sure there'll be some handsome looking mistakes ready to be made in the bar.” You replied, smirk gracing your lips.
Steve rolled his eyes, “I’ll see you both later. Room 19.”
It took you less than three minutes to locate the bar, order five of your favourite drinks and down them.
Placing the last empty glass down with a bang, you turned to Bucky in mock offense, “So you think I need babysitting, mmh?”
His eyes flew to the five empty glasses littering the bar counter in front of you, before he raised his eyebrows at you, “I think that answers your question there, Doll. And after all, you're much nicer to be around when you're drunk."
You nudged him, not so gently with your foot, “Ever the gentleman, Barnes,” You mocked.
Turning your attention to the barman, you ordered five more drinks. A flutter of your lashes and a suggestive smile resulted in a blushing waiter and another drink, free of charge. Bucky watched you flirt in silence, jaw set in displeasure, his hands involuntarily clenching into fists.
You’d drank two of the brimming glasses before the barman had even finished filling the others, and as you laughed away the waiter’s comment, Bucky suddenly rose to his feet, picking up two of your drinks and nodding his head sharply for you to follow him. Rolling your eyes, you unhooked your legs from the bar stool and followed him to a shitty sofa discarded in the corner, out of the bustle.
“What was that for?” You complained, as you took a seat next to him, placing the drinks on the coffee table in front of you.
“Babysitting, remember.” Bucky replied, dragging one of the glasses towards him and swallowing a few mouthfuls as he slung his arm across the top of the settee.
Brushing your hand over his, you prised the glass from his grip with a smirk, before taking a sip triumphantly.
“I think alcohol is off limits for babysitters.”
“It’s not gonna affect me Doll.”
“Then stop wasting it.” You reprimanded, pretending to be annoyed. You could feel the familiar warm buzz beginning to spread across your body, and you closed your eyes in bliss, letting your head fall back onto the sofa, resting against Bucky’s arm. “Let me have this,” You complained, “You already chased off that sexy bartender, alcohol is the only thing I have left.”
“Sexy bartender? Doll, I think all this drinking is throwing your judgement off.”
“Well he was Russian, Russians are always sexy.”
“Спорим, он будет очень сексуальным, когда я пронзу его ножом через его череп. (Bet he’ll be real sexy when I impale my knife through his skull).”
Opening your eyes, you narrowed them at him, “What did you say?” You asked accusingly.
“Nothing important.” Was his smug reply.
Tracing your eyes over his face, searching for any hints, you found yourself lingering as you took in the dark stubble littering his incredibly defined jawline and those gorgeous daylight blue eyes fixed directly on yours. Dragging your eyes away from him, you blinked a few times before downing the last filled glass on the table, slamming down the now empty glass.
“Did you run out of options for your handsome mistake?” He asked after a pause, low, husky tone to his voice.
“Don’t know if you’re a handsome mistake,” You teased, and as a slight frown rippled across his features, you added, “More like fucking gorgeous.”
“Is that just drunk Y/n talking though Doll?” He asked, the intensity of his eye contact sending a shiver down your spine, his face only inches away from yours.
“No, you just look a little fuzzier around the edges.” You replied, the corner of your mouth turning up playfully, before you bit your lip, tilting your head to the side slightly, “Are you taking advantage of me while I’m drunk Barnes?”
“Only if you want me to, Doll.” He replied, smooth as ever.
“Maybe I do want you too. Better be quick, the alcohol will wear off soon.” You replied lazily, drawing dizzy circles onto his leg with your finger, feeling him tense beneath you.
“Do you want me to start a timer?” He asked, sarcasm shining through his grin.
“Shut up for once and kiss me.”
He didn’t need to be asked twice, capturing your lips with his, moving against you with a sense of urgency brought on by your imposed time limit. Tracing his jawline with your finger tips, he curled his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him. As he pulled lightly on your bottom lip with his teeth, you wove your hands into his hair, tugging in retaliation as you smirked into the kiss.
“You’re such a fucking tease, Doll.” Bucky's voice was rough as you finally pulled away, hands still entwined behind his neck. His lips were swollen slightly from kissing you, usually bright eyes darkened with desire.
“And you’re a major flirt, you know that?”
“You only tell me like, twice a day.”
"Mmh, maybe I should tell you more," You hummed, before Bucky leant forward to kiss you again, taking your breath away.
But almost instantly you pulled back, hand flying to your ear as confusion etched onto Bucky's face.
"You turn your comms off?"
'Damn. I was just gonna ask if you guys could snog any fucking louder.'
You bit your lip as Bucky snorted with laugher, "Alright Wilson, calm down you fucking perv." He said, throwing a grin at you.
'Sarcasm, you dick. Look it up.'
Fiddling with the tiny radio behind your ear, you switched it to privacy mode; not transmitting anything short range. As Bucky pulled his hair to one side to do the same, you reached behind his ear, swiftly changing the setting for him, as he watched you intently. Starting to move your hand back, Bucky suddenly linked it with his own, using it to pull you into him once more.
“You always fucking do this when you’re drunk,” He mumbled against your lips before you silenced him, kissing with a burning intensity, brushing your fingers across his stubble roughened jawline.
But you could already feel the warm buzz of intoxication starting to leave your body, as Bucky’s right hand traced down your back and left a trail of electricity sparking along your spine. The kiss took on a desperate edge, as he almost frantically moved against you, savouring every moment. As his hand fell dangerously low, you suddenly pulled away, damned influence of alcohol flushed entirely from your system.
Lust was splayed across his features, eyes almost jet black with desire. His lips were still parted from the ghost of your kiss, a slight frown passing over his face at you so abruptly pulling back.
Pushing your dishevelled hair back from your face, you shifted across the seat to stand, before looking back at Bucky, “I’m going to go shower,” You said, words impossibly soft as you left him sitting in the bar alone.
Watching your figure retreating away from him, a scowl pulled at Bucky's lips after you'd disappeared from his sight, and he glared down at the empty glasses abandoned on the table.
“Your luck’s in Barnes, the bed isn’t a double, it’s a three quarter mattress at best.” Sam smirked from where he was laid back across the bed as Bucky entered the hotel room, slamming the door loudly behind him.
"Back off, would you Wilson." Bucky snapped in reply, throwing himself into one of the shabby arm chairs, jaw set.
Steve had been stood pulling some towels out of the wardrobe, but he shut the door to’ and exchanged a glance with Sam before casting his eyes over his friend in concern.
“You alright Buck?”
“Fine.” He answered shortly, a brooding expression settling across his features as he refused to meet Steve’s eyes.
The low background buzz of the shower suddenly cut out, leaving a heavy atmosphere hanging over the room. Steve turned, rummaging through his rucksack which he’d discarded on the bed earlier whilst Sam was promptly engrossed by his phone, tapping out a message.
You poked your head out of the bathroom, disrupting the silence as you tightly clutched your towel and caught sight of Steve, standing not even a metre away.
“Steve do you have a clean t-shirt I can borrow?”
“Sure.” He replied, chucking a navy blue one towards you.
You caught it easily, kicking the bathroom door shut and pulling it over your head. The only mirror in the bathroom was fogged over, was barely the size of your face, and was hung stupidly low; just above the sink. But you didn’t need a mirror to know that Steve’s shirt entirely dwarfed you; the bottom hem falling just above your knees.
It was definitely long enough to be deemed decent when you consider some of the gorgeous dresses you’d worn out with Natasha and Wanda. A smirk crossed your lips at the thought.
Picking your towel back up from the rail, you began to dry the dripping ends of your hair as you left the bathroom in search of your brush. Finding it, you ran it through your wet locks.
“What was the temperature like?” Sam asked.
“I had to make a decision between burning in hell or freezing to death. After today’s temperatures there is no prizes for guessing which option I went for.”
“Better get used to those hellfire temperatures, you never know which day could be your last.” Sam grinned.
“Honestly, you kill a couple hundred mob bosses, Hydra agents and criminals and suddenly you’re eternally damned.”
“Nah. I think it’s the seducing of said criminals that’s reserved your place.”
“What can I say? I’ve got a thing for bad boys, and they’ll be far hotter in Hell.” You replied innocently, the corner or your lips twitching into a smile as you gently rubbed your hair with your towel.
Across the room, Bucky’s hands were clenched into fists, a scowl etching onto his face that only deepened after each word you spoke continued to rile him up. His temper was barely under control and a dangerous fire burned brightly behind his eyes; all of which you were either ignoring or seemed entirely unaware of, his irritation-addled mind wrongly convincing him it was the first.
Steve suddenly strode over to the door, swiftly unlocking it.
“I’m going to go and talk to the desk staff downstairs, see if they know how long it will take for the storm to blow over.”
Sam took one glance at Bucky, sat in the corner practically vibrating with rage, and another at you, bent over towel drying your hair, entirely oblivious of the death glare you had been receiving for the past five minutes; and swung his legs over the edge of the bed to follow Steve.
“I’m coming with you.”
As soon as the door slammed shut after the two of them, Bucky’s building anger boiled over.
“So you and Steve then?” He snapped.
“What?” You retorted, almost dropping your towel in shock as you straightened up to face him.
“Not content to fuck around with one guy are you?”
“What the hell has got into you?”
“What the fuck do you think? You’re wearing Steve’s fucking shirt.” He snarled, springing up from his seat.
“What fucking code did you think I was speaking in? I asked him for a clean t-shirt because my last one is still soaking in the sink covered in your fucking blood.”
“I was literally across the fucking room, you could have asked me.” He retorted angrily, jealousy flashing darkly in his eyes.
“He was the first one I saw! It’s not as if I asked him to fuck me sideways Barnes, grow the hell up.” You hissed, turning away from him as you rolled your eyes. Before you could walk away, he'd grabbed your arm, instantly stopping you.
"Bet that's what you want though, isn't it Y/n? Hook up with Steve, have him fuck you real good?" He growled.
"Jesus Christ!" You yelled, snatching your arm away like his touch was burning you. "What the fuck is your problem?"
"My fucking problem is you flirting with my best friend."
"On what planet is just borrowing Steve's shirt flirting?"
"On what planet is it not?" He challenged.
"You know what Barnes? Maybe I will go and find Steve, because he's not an immature asshole like you." You spat, his angry expression mirrored perfectly on your face. "While I'm gone, sort out your fucking jealousy problem, because you have no entitlement to me."
You stalked out of the room, loudly slamming the door and leaving him alone.
"Trouble in paradise?" Sam smirked as you stormed into the reception area, finding both of them sat scouring a large map which was threatening to envelope them.
"Not in the mood Wilson. Please tell me you have good news."
"Staff reckon it won't be till tomorrow afternoon that the storm clears." Steve replied, eyes still fixed on the map.
You blinked hard.
"For fucks sake!" You swore loudly, inciting a sharp glare from the elderly lady sat at the front desk.
Steve finally lifted his gaze, throwing you a look of concern, "What's wrong?"
"Your asshole of a best friend, is fucking wrong." You replied, throwing yourself down onto the lumpy sofa next to him. "He kicked off at me for asking for your shirt Steve. What the hell is his problem?"
"He's a jealous guy," Steve shrugged, intently tracing a dotted footpath along the map with his finger.
"He doesn't have the right to be jealous. We’re not even fucking close to being together, we’re just friends."
"You sure about that? You seemed to be getting along pretty well before." Sam added smugly, tapping his concealed comms behind his ear.
You glared at him, "Fuck off Sam. You could have turned your comms off."
"And risk the possibility of missing a call from Stark about evac?" Steve questioned.
You sighed, letting your head drop back onto the sofa.
"Fine, but you could have switched it to not receive adjacent transmissions like me and Bucky did. Privacy is a thing that exists, you know.”
“Where’s the fun in that?” Sam grinned wickedly, “You’re here ranting to us now, so we would have found out about your make out session at some point.”
You rolled your eyes, pushing your still damp hair back from your face, “Seriously though, why the hell is Bucky getting so worked up over a fucking t-shirt?" You said, exasperated, as you pulled at the hem of the offending fabric.
"Like I said, he's a jealous guy, always has been," Steve repeated, before standing to refold the map. "You’re saying that the two of you aren’t actually involved but maybe he doesn’t see it that way."
“It’s not as if I’m the only one he pays attention to, he flirts with anything with a pulse.”
Sam raised his eyebrows at you, “Does he though? I’ve only ever seen him flirting with you in the past year.”
“He is literally the biggest player I’ve ever met.”
“Yeah, he used to be...until he got to know you.” Steve mused.
“Steve you can’t be serious, it’s not like that between me and Bucky. We’re...” You trailed off, fanning your hand in the air as you searched for the word.
“Fuck buddies?” Sam offered smugly, and you leant over, smacking him on the arm. He glared at you, rubbing his bicep.
“No you dick, I was going to say just friends.”
“With benefits,” Sam added, before quickly throwing his hands up in surrender as you whipped your head round to stare at him, daring him to annoy you. “You have to admit that Y/n; we’re friends and you don’t go round snogging me.”
“Jesus Sam, can you stop saying ‘snogging’ you sound like a child.” You sighed, throwing yourself back to slump on the sofa again.
"Well from what I heard, it was nothing less than snogging." He mocked.
"I fucking hate you."
"Nah you don't."
“No, I really do.”
By the time the three of you ventured back to the room, Bucky was nowhere to be seen. “Probably gone to blow off some steam,” Steve had said.
Luckily enough, rolled up and discarded in the corner of the dingy wardrobe, there were a few spare blankets, which Sam and Steve had spread out on either side of the bed to create makeshift sleeping arrangements. You'd been granted four, very flat and lifeless pillows with the bed, so you’d given one each up to them, although it wasn't going to be much support from the threadbare carpet.
Shifting yourself onto your elbow, you peered over the side of your bed to look at Sam who was flat on his back, trying to get comfortable in the makeshift bed he'd created.
You threw him a hopeful look, but before you could even open your mouth he was shaking his head.
"Sure you don't want to switch?" You asked hopefully, preferring the hard floor to sharing a bed with an angry Bucky.
"Y/n, I would rather die than switch with you." Sam replied frankly, resting his arms above his head, “I can’t think of anything worse than spooning Barnes all night”.
“You’d think it would be that way round?” You giggled, “I’ve always thought of you as a little spoon.”
Sam scowled up at you but before he could retort, your eyes flicked to the door as you heard the second key turning in the lock. Exchanging glances with Sam, you let your head fall to the pillow and pulled the scratchy covers around yourself, not wanting to see Bucky at all.
You heard him tread lightly across the floor before the buzzing light of the bathroom blinked on and he shut the door.
“Night,” You said as soon as Bucky was out of earshot, directed at both Steve and Sam. The only reply you got was a sleepy grumble from Sam.
You’d shifted yourself as close to the edge of the bed as you could manage, without risking falling on top of Sam whilst you slept.
Bucky was only a few moments in the bathroom, and you froze as he snapped the room’s light switch and the room was suddenly plunged into darkness.
You may have enhanced senses, but Bucky’s assassins training easily outmatched them, and you didn’t hear him crossing the room until you felt the bed bend slightly with his weight. As he lay back and the bed stopped moving, you squeezed your eyes shut and hoped to fall asleep quickly; trying to relax your body without moving an inch.
Thankfully, he’d decided not to use the covers and both of you were facing away from one another, as far away as possible. However, due to the tiny sizing of the three quarter mattress, and the not so tiny sizing of Bucky, you could still feel the heat radiating from him, mere centimetres away.
Despite holding your body uncomfortably straight to try and avoid any contact, as you began to feel sleep overcoming you, your weary muscles relaxed uncontrollably and you rolled backwards towards the centre of the bed.
Your eyes snapped open suddenly at some point during the middle of the night. You flicked your eyes round the room but couldn't focus on anything in the pitch black. Four people crammed into a small room had made the air incredibly close and stuffy, and you longed for a breath of fresh air.
The numbing cold from the snow you had cursed yesterday would have been a welcome relief now, you were absolutely roasting. Your heart dropped in your chest the second you realized why you were so warm. Your head was resting against Bucky’s shoulder, the curve of your side pressed to his.
Mentally you were screaming curse words; you couldn’t think of a way of escaping without Bucky’s super senses waking him up to the situation. You were just going to have to make a break for it. Starting a 3-2-1 countdown in your head, you took a deep breath before throwing your body away and regaining your position hanging on for dear life at the edge of the bed.
You were that worked up about the situation that you could feel your pulse throbbing in your ears. Listening to the undisturbed silence you were about to breathe a sigh of relief when the mattress rocked as Bucky shifted position. You hoped to god that what had woken him was just your movement of the bed, the mattress must be at least fifty years old, it squeaked at any movement. You gave it five minutes of listening and after hearing or feeling nothing else, hoped he had just shifted briefly in his sleep.
Half an hour later and you were still wide awake. Whether it was the shock of waking up so intimately close with Bucky or the fear of it happening again that was keeping you up, you weren’t sure. But now your eyes had adjusted to the darkness, and you could pick out the shapes of the wardrobe bathroom door, and even Sam’s head on the pillow as he slept peacefully.
Under the covers, you toyed with the hem of Steve’s shirt you’d borrowed; the root of Bucky’s explosion a few hours earlier. It was crazy, the way he’d accused you of trying to mess around with Steve; a t-shirt doesn’t exactly equate to a wedding proposal, or even anything near.
Dealing with regular mission stress is something the whole team handles; and Bucky had been injured on top of that, but that burning fire in his eyes was something you’d never seen before. It scared you a little. You’d seen Bucky in action a couple of years back when Zemo had activated the Winter Soldier; he’d smacked you across the room as easily as though you were a doll. Picking you up by your throat, his face had been set; emotionless. You’d glimpsed his eyes before he’d thrown you and they had been dormant, clouded over with the Winter Soldier programming.
This had been an entirely different thing; his eyes had been filled with a sort of jealous rage, as though if you had held his gaze for long enough you would have been burnt. You’d messed around together a few times, but it was only ever when you were drunk, and like you’d said to Sam and Steve downstairs, you were hardly the only girl he paid attention to…
Turning to relieve your aching shoulder, you lay flat on your back, leg slightly hanging off the side of the bed. You twisted slightly, stretching as to not wake up with a cricked neck, and as you did so, your darkness adjusted gaze met the deep blue eyes of Bucky Barnes staring intensely right back at you.
As soon as you’d met Bucky’s eyes, you were out of there. There wasn’t exactly a chance of you getting back to sleep anytime soon anyway; you’d already laid there for over half an hour, and the thought of being so close to Bucky after how you woke up was a big no.
Shuffling to the end of the bed so as to not aggressively wake Sam by standing on him, you grabbed your jacket, pulled on a pair of joggers and left the room.
Finding a staircase leading upwards you followed it, until you reached a fire door at the top. Ignoring the exclamation signs, they were all in Russian anyway, you picked the lock. The door creaked open to reveal a small roof top area with a rickety old barrier that had fallen away in areas.
You left the fire door shut to’, allowing a small chink of light to escape from the inside. You didn’t need the light to see though, white snowflakes were still steadily spiraling down from the sky making the dead of the night fairly bright; though any further than a few meters away was obscured by the dense snowfall. A deep covering of snow blanketed the ground and you brushed a layer of it away, perching on an old beer barrel that had overturned.
The freezing air you had cursed early on today was now a welcome release from the burning heat that had been emitting from Bucky as you had woken up pressed against his body. You let out a sigh, it was going to be so awkward between the two of you tomorrow, and that was even before you’d woken up almost being spooned by the guy. Pushing your hair from your face you stared out into the night, watching as the snowfall appeared to lesson slightly.
Within ten minutes it had almost stopped altogether and there were only a couple of snowflakes dancing in the night air. Finally able to see further than a few feet from your nose, you scanned the surrounding landscape, senses acting like you were scouting for a mission. There were a couple of houses in the close parameter, but what you could mainly see was snow covered countryside, white blankets stretching into the distance. Suddenly your eyes caught sight of a few small black shapes moving ever slowly in a field a couple of miles away.
“Shit.” You swore, if you can see them with your bare eyes now the snowstorm has stopped there’s no way they can’t see you sat as a bloody sitting duck on a rooftop. You could be overreacting, it might not be anything to worry about- maybe the locals have strange nocturnal habits- but something was telling you to warn the others.
Scrambling to your feet you rushed to the fire door, lightly running down the steps. But before you could descend even one flight of stairs, you spotted a figure all in black coming up towards you, just a couple of steps down. Your heart jumped into your mouth for a second, pressing yourself back against the wall, away from the edge of the stairs. Taking a breath, you leant forwards ever so slightly to assess the situation, catching sight of the long dark hair of Bucky Barnes. Just as you recognized him, his dark head looked up, blue eyed gaze catching yours.
“Fucks sake Barnes- I thought you were Hydra. What are you doing walking around in the middle of the night?”
“I could ask you the exact same question.” He retorted, finishing his climb up the last few steps and standing a hesitant few paces away from you.
“Couldn’t sleep in the room, I just wanted some fresh air.” You lied.
“Then, the same.” He shrugged.
You rolled your eyes. There was an awkward silence for a moment before you remembered the reason you’d left the roof.
“There’s a couple of figures in black a few fields away from us. Could be Hydra, or could be some locals out super early for...” You trailed off.
“I have no idea what Russians do in their spare time, could be anything. We should let Steve and Sam know anyway as a precaution.” You scowled before brushing past him, deliberately knocking his shoulder. “You don’t have to be an ass all the time Barnes.”
“I’m an ass? You’re a fucking pain in my ass.”
You stopped in your tracks, whipping your head round to glare at him. “And how’s that?” You asked scathingly.
“You left the room in the middle of the night, not telling anyone where you were going, whilst there’s possible Hydra agents still on the move trying to track us down. You’re lucky I was awake.”
“Lucky? Yes I’m just so lucky that you followed me. Come to fucking yell at me again Barnes?”
The fire that had burned so brightly in his eyes early had reignited.
“Why do you go out of your way to piss me off?” He said through gritted teeth, stepping closer.
“I don’t go out of my way to piss you off, you just overreact to everything.”
“The fuck is that supposed to mean?”
“It means you losing your shit over me borrowing this top from Steve,” You hissed, pulling at the loose material aggressively, “Is fucking insane.”
“You’re driving me insane!”
The growling tone in his voice caught you off guard, and you hadn’t realized how close the two of you had gotten. You stared up at his blazing blue eyes, feeling mesmerized by the intensity. The flickering anger wasn’t the only thing reflecting in his eyes; they were clouding over with lust just as easily as they had in the bar earlier. There was no denying he wanted you, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t long for the feeling of his lips on yours again.
A huge bang jolted you both from your stupor, and you shot away from each other.
“They were Hydra.” You said, realization trickling through you like ice as you set off running down the stairs towards Sam and Steve. Your cheeks were flushed scarlet, embarrassed and ashamed that staring into Bucky’s stupid blue eyes may have just cost your best friend’s lives.
Lightly running down the stairs, your heart was hammering so hard you felt like it was going to jump straight out of your chest. As far away as you wished you were from Bucky right now, you were at least glad in a tactical sense that he was in step with you as you descended.
Bucky suddenly slowed, grabbing your arm to stop you in your tracks. You looked at him surprised only for him to silently place one finger to his lips. That damn assassins training definitely came in handy in situations like this.
His lips parted in concentration as he listened but after only a few seconds he turned back to you, answering your raised brow by holding up four fingers. You breathed a silent sigh of relief, that’s how many you’d seen from the rooftop which meant Steve and Sam were safe, for now.
“Two each?” You then mouthed in reply and he rolled his eyes.
Stepping back from the stairs, the two of you pressed yourselves against a locked door, slightly set back from view. You could hear the agents coming up towards you now, getting closer and closer by the second.
Another few moments, and...
You didn’t even need to look at Bucky to feel yourself working in tune with him, as the two of you always do on missions. You were both simultaneously facing the Hydra agents in an instant, and as Bucky disarmed the first by using his body weight to push him back against the stairs, you kicked out the legs from underneath the second before easily knocking him out with the butt of his own gun.
Taking aim towards the third agent with the already loaded weapon, the first shot fired off down the hallway as the Hydra agent easily escaped your aim with an unfamiliar gun.
“Shit,” You swore, before aiming again. This time luck was on your side and the agent went down with a shot to his shoulder.
“And that’s how it’s done!” You claimed triumphantly, turning to watch Bucky knock the last agent out against the metal railings. “Beat you Barnes,” You smirked.
“What do you want me to say Doll, congratulations?” He laughed.
The use of the nickname for the first time since the fight sent shivers up your spine but you shook it off.
“I was hoping for a medal but I’ll settle for a congratulations this time.”
You stepped towards him, intending to show him the Hydra weapon you had proficiently, or almost proficiently worked out how to use on the spot. But as you looked up from the gun a wave of terror was passing over his face and before you could realize what was happening he’d flung you back into the doorway. Your head slammed against the locked door impossibly loud and your ears were ringing, eyes unfocused for a moment.
“B-Bucky? What-” You started, pressing your hands to your throbbing head as your vision came back into focus.
Bucky was across the landing, standing at the feet of the first agent he’d taken down. You still couldn’t hear properly so felt incredibly disoriented as you pulled yourself to your feet and your head span.
Waiting a few seconds to adjust, you blinked a couple of times as your hearing returned only for you to watch as Bucky crashed to the ground a couple of feet in front of you.
A sickening wave of realisation rolled over you as your heart dropped to your stomach, the bang you’d thought had been your head hitting the door had been a gunshot.
“Bucky!” You yelled, rushing over to his seemingly lifeless body; uncaring of drawing the attention of other Hydra agents. Reaching him, you could already see the blood seeping out of his right shoulder.
“Fucks sake Barnes!” You swore, voice high pitched with worry. The wound on his lower body from yesterday had also started to bleed through his t-shirt once again and you instantly took Steve’s shirt off, wrapped it around the bullet wound in his shoulder in fear he was going to bleed out entirely. As you pressed down on his shoulder his eyes jolted open, wild fear reflected in them that calmed when he realized it was you. He let out a groan as you pressed harder on the shoulder wound.
“You’re killing me here, Doll.” He groaned, as you helped him to sit up, leaning against the wall.
“No, that's exactly what I’m trying not to do, you asshole.” You tried to joke but your voice was so clearly lined with fear that even you could hear it.
“I’ll be fine, it’s just a flesh wound the bullet barely touched me.”
“-There’s too much blood for it to be nothing Bucky.” As you tightened the makeshift bandage around his shoulder he let out another groan in pain. “Point fucking proven, stop trying to act all hard.”
Behind you, you suddenly heard footsteps, dangerously close. You’d been too distracted by the blood gushing out of Bucky to think about the noise of the commotion you’d caused and what it might attract.
Picking up the gun lying next to Bucky, you placed an arm in front of him protectively and pointed the gun towards the stairs ready, your heart beat thumping erratically.
You suddenly heard and you breathed out in relief, “Oh thank god. Steve, Sam! We’re up here. Bucky’s hurt. Hurry-” Your voice broke off with emotion.
They climbed the last few steps, laden with all of your backpacks, clearly hoping for a quick escape.
Steve instantly knelt at Bucky’s side with the first aid kit, pulling out the brand new nano-technology that Stark had given them for first use on this mission, only if necessary. Steve pulled away the bloody soaked shirt and sprayed what looked like liquid ice into the wound. As soon as it hit Bucky’s body his laboured breathing slowed down and the look of pain splashed across his face started to fade.
“Damn, we need to get Stark to let us use this more often.” Sam commented in disbelief. “Especially if Barnes is going to insist on getting shot and stabbed at least once each mission.”
“Fuck off Wilson,” Bucky grunted but there was a ghost of a smirk across his lips.
“You alright to stand Buck?” Steve asked. Bucky nodded in reply and Steve stretched out a hand, helping him to his feet. “Right, Y/n, Buck- you two stay here, whilst me and Sam scout for our exit out of here. I can only imagine more Hydra agents are on their way as we speak.”
Steve and Sam swiftly left down one of the corridors and you turned back to Bucky, the fear you’d felt for him swiftly turning to anger at him once again putting himself at risk for your sake.
“Why the fuck did you take that bullet, you moron!” You snapped but he looked unperturbed, rooting through his rucksack.
“Take the bullet? Y/n, it barely scratched my skin.”
“If Stark hadn’t given us the new nanotechnology to trial, you would have needed evac. And guess what Barnes, there’s a fucking snowstorm stopping us from getting back.”
“You were facing the other way, you didn’t know that the agent still had a gun, he could have killed you.”
You rolled your eyes, “I’m not an idiot Barnes, I can look after myself.”
“I took that agent down, so it was on me if your fucking brains had been splattered across the room!” He snarled, that sudden anger burning brightly in his eyes once again as he’d finally stood to face you.
You winced, stepping back from him. You knew your annoyance had stemmed from worrying about him, but that last remark hurt. ‘Look, you took that goddamn knife for me too on the mission. I get that we have each other’s backs but you can’t put your fucking life on the line every time I’m in danger.”
“If it’s a choice between putting myself in harms way or you literally fucking dying, what the fuck do you think I’m going to choose?” The anger inside him had clearly reached a crescendo, and he shook his head, almost helplessly, before looking back to you.
“It would kill me if I fucking lost you.”
Your lips parted in shock, but you didn’t know what to say. You could hear your heartbeat thudding loud in the silence. The passion flashing in his eyes reached deep within you, and you both stood there as though frozen in time for god knows how long.
The silence was broken by Sam and Steve’s footsteps running loudly down the corridor, and you jerked out of the trance.
“Stark has got the Quinjet here now the snow’s stopped.” Steve shouted, his words echoing loudly down the corridor. “We need to get up to the roof. Now.”
Steve and Sam rushed by you and Bucky, heading up to the rooftop. Your feet still felt rooted to the ground, heart beat thumping loudly in your chest. A few steps away from you, Bucky leaned down to pick up his rucksack, before turning away and following them.
You had no choice but to follow suit, and you walked up the stairs as though dazed.
A week later and you hadn’t seen Bucky once. It wasn’t hard to bump into people in the compound, considering you all used the same facilities to train, eat and relax. Bucky had either disappeared entirely or was intentionally ignoring you, and he didn’t have any magical abilities so you knew it was the second.
It frustrated the hell out of you, and you found yourself training much more than usual, to try and work out some of the irritation. Blow after blow, your hands hit the punching bag, knocking it flying in different directions. Finally, you took an unintentional leaf out of Steve’s book and sent it flying across the room, sand trickling out onto the floor.
“You want to talk about it?” Came a voice from the door.
You turned to see Steve, shoulder leant across the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest.
“Talk about what?” You replied, raising your eyebrows in feigned confusion as you unwrapped your hands.
“Talk about how since we got back from Siberia all you’ve done is decimate Stark’s supply of punching bags?”
He crossed from where he’d been standing, dragging the punching bag to the side of the gym.
You finished unwrapping your hands and threw the wraps down, taking a swig from your water bottle. “I’m just training more. Is that not a good thing?”
“Well that depends.” Was his playful reply.
“And what does it depend on, Steve?”
You were sick of his game already.
“It depends on why.”
You shook your head, “Why does there need to be a reason? I’m training more which increases my strength and ability. That’s all there is to it.”
Steve had walked over to face you, and he put his hands up, encouraging you to spar with him. All the frustration built up inside of you came pouring out and without a second thought you hit him hard. With anger driving you, you weren’t thinking as clearly as you should and within twenty seconds of the fight starting, Steve had you pinned to the floor.
“Fucks sake,” You swore as he let you go, reaching out a hand to help you up. He looked expectantly at you.
“OK fine! Your best pal Barnes got in my fucking head. And better yet since we got back from Siberia he’s been avoiding me, I haven’t seen him once outside of meetings.”
“Well, what about the party Stark is throwing tonight? We all have to be there.”
Stark’s party had completely slipped your mind.
“It’s not like I even want to see him,” You scoffed.
“Yeah,” Steve chuckled, as he made his way out of the gym. “Of course you don’t,” He called back with a knowing smile.
A few hours later you stood in front of your mirror, arranging your hair. You were dressed in a flowing, backless red dress that accentuated your features perfectly. Reaching for the bottle of vodka on your dresser, you downed a few shots for confidence, grimacing at the taste staining your tongue. Taking one last look at yourself in the mirror, you sighed; taking in a deep breath as you left your room.
It wasn’t hard to find the party, you just followed the vibrations of the thumping music. Seeing Steve on the edge of the crowd, you made a beeline for him.
He smiled warmly at you, “You look lovely Y/n.”
“Thanks Cap, you don’t look too bad yourself.” You replied, taking in his tailored navy suit.
“This looks to be a long night,” He said, gesturing at the vast crowds of people you’d never met, and would likely never see again.
“What is it tonight then? Crowdfunding?” You joked.
“From the look of that banner over there,” he replied matter of factly, as he pointed to a huge silver banner draped across the stairs, “It’s ‘Feed the Children’.”
“Yeah, not sure how I missed that thing. Well that’s a good cause, where can I donate some more of Tony’s money?”
Steve rolled his eyes at you, “There is a donation being made on behalf of The Avengers.”
“Well aren’t you full of knowledge today Steven.”
“No, you clearly just didn’t read the banner very well.” He teased.
You punched his shoulder playfully in response but as you did so you suddenly spotted the dark haired super soldier that had been trying so very hard to stay away from you.
He was stood at the top of the stairs, over viewing the party with a frown. Your stomach dropped at how good he looked. Effortlessly handsome, he’d chosen an entirely black fit; ebony suit, shirt and tie and he looked stunning; hair slicked back in a style he must have worn in the ’40s. He’d shaved as well, but of course he’d left a shadow of dark brown stubble dotting his jawline.
“Fuck me,” you breathed without meaning to, loud enough for Steve to hear, and he followed your gaze towards his best friend.
“He’s looking sharp.” He said, before turning to you with a brow raised. “So, are you gonna do anything about how you feel?”
You were taken aback, “What?! I don’t feel anything, Steve. Except that I’m pissed at him for ignoring me.”
“You’re honestly telling me there’s nothing between you?”
“Maybe an on going murder case from tomorrow if he doesn’t fucking stop avoiding me.”
Trying to distract from the conversation, you waved over a passing waiter who offered you both glasses of champagne. You took a glass in each hand, downing them quickly to try and dispel the ball of nerves in your stomach. The waiter looked surprised, clearly he had no idea that your enhancement almost ruined your ability to get drunk. Calling him back, you requested he bring you five shots of vodka, which he agreed to with a hint of fear in his eyes.
“Honestly you’d think I’d just asked him to blow up the compound,” You grumbled, still trying to change the subject as Steve held back a laugh. “I bet if it was Thor who had asked there would have been no funny looks given.”
A shiver ran down your spine and you shook it off, flicking your eyes back to where Bucky had stood but he was nowhere to be seen. Just the feeling of his eyes on you was driving you wild and you blinked hard a couple of times, trying to remove him from your thoughts. When your shots were brought you rapidly took them all, shot after shot, then placed the five empty glasses back down on the tray.
Sam had come up to the two of you and watched you take the last couple of shots. “Can you even feel any of that?” He chuckled as the waiter backed away almost in fright.
“Give me five minutes and I will.” You replied, a smile breaking onto your lips.
“I think five shots might have been a mistake.”
“Mistake? I was thinking I should have done eight.”
“I think I’d curl up and die if I did eight shots of vodka at once.”
However two minutes later, the welcome buzz of alcohol had finally filled your system. “Okay Sam, you win,” You giggled, raising your hand in surrender, “Five was enough.”
“Definitely more than enough with that champagne too,” Steve joked, swatting your hand away from reaching for another glass.
“Alright Grandad, stop being a party pooper.” You complained, rolling your eyes at him and taking another anyway.
Turning, you froze mid sip of your drink as you caught sight of Bucky again, this time ordering a drink at the bar. There was a wide smile plastered on his face as he talked to a waitress, and as he threw his head back in a laugh, white hot sparks of jealousy shot through you. The thought of Bucky talking, flirting with someone that wasn’t you was making you feel bitter.
A jolt of realization shot through you; a week ago you hadn’t cared, a week ago you knew that you weren’t the only girl Bucky showed attention to, and a week ago you were completely fine with that. That fucking asshole. He’d got into your head with the last thing he’d said to you, he might as well have locked himself inside the fucking doors to your brain and taken the keys.
“Y/n? Y/n… hello?” Steve’s voice jerked you from your thoughts, and both him and Sam were looking at you confused.
“I’ll be right back.” You replied, slamming your glass down hard on a waiter’s tray, startling both of them.
Before either of them could say a word to you, you were gone. Head held high, you strutted across the room, heading straight for the bar; lashes fluttering and hips swaying invitingly. You could feel eyes all across the room roaming across your figure, wondering if they had a chance. Reaching the bar, you slid onto a bar stool and hooked your heels under the seat. It wasn’t long before one of the guests at the party went for it.
“Hi, Y/n isn’t it.” Came an unknown voice.
“Yes,” you replied sweetly, “And you are?”
“Liam. Can I buy you a drink?”
“I would love that.”
Liam was tall, with dark hair and blue eyes; a combination which you rolled your eyes at internally. As he took a seat next to you, you scanned the bar. You knew you were in sight of Bucky, but he hadn’t seen you yet, still talking to that damn waitress.
You listened to Liam show off, telling you all about his new promotion only responding with a few hair flicks and throwing him a few seductive smiles as bait for a certain someone.
You looked away from him for a moment, almost knowingly, and you met the dark gaze of Bucky Barnes across from you; face unreadable as he watched you. Feeling the weight of his resentful gaze, you batted your lashes at Liam, touching his arm as you giggled.
Bucky tilted his head back, draining the last remnants of his drink before slamming it down on the bar. Not even a minute later a dark shadow fell over you. Game, set, match.
Liam finally stopped talking, looking up nervously.
“You’re in my seat.” Bucky growled at him, and Liam instantly moved, walking away from the bar, tail between his legs.
“I’ll have what she’s having.” Bucky added, tone unreadable as he spoke to the closest waiter, and took the seat next to you.
The waiter took one look at him before stammering, “Er- yes… Sir,” and backing away.
Feeling Bucky’s eyes burn into you as he took in your figure in the stunning dress you’d chosen, you stirred your drink with the little umbrella it had been served with, refusing to return his gaze.
“You look...nice.” He said evenly.
“That’s all you have to say to me? After you fucking ignore me for a week?” You snapped, the irritation that had built up inside you all tumbling out as you finally turned to look at him.
A flash of guilt stole across his face before it was replaced with anger to mirror your own, “What else do you fucking want me to say?”
You glared at each other for a moment before your demeanour faltered as every molecule of air was sucked from your lungs as your eyes dropped from his and you realized how fucking good he looked in that suit. Having him so close to you was hard, your mind kept trying to drag you back to that night in the bar in Siberia, and you wanted his lips on yours more than you’d ever wanted anything before.
Finally dragging your eyes back to his, you could read a glint of satisfaction in his darkening orbs, he knew you were checking him out and liked what you saw. You forced yourself back to reality, and finally answered his question, “I want you to fucking tell me why you’ve been ignoring me.”
“I haven’t been ignoring you.”
“What, so it’s a coincidence that I’ve not seen you once in an entire fucking week?”
The guilt in his eyes gave him away, he could lie to anyone in the entire world but you.
“Whatever, it’s fine; I don’t care.” You added, downing the rest of the drink and pulling the little umbrella from the glass. “You,” you said, pointing at him with the sharpened end of the cocktail umbrella, “Can go back to that fucking waitress.”
You unhooked your heels from the bar stool, striding out of the crowds trying to escape him, but you could feel his presence hot on your heels. You’d just reached a corridor without any people when his arm had whipped up to stop you in your tracks. His touch sent a spark of electricity jolting around your body.
“I was talking to the waitress to order a drink, nothing more. But, I don't know why it's so fucking hard for you to admit that you’re jealous.” He growled into your ear, voice so low pitched it sent butterflies dancing around your stomach.
“I’m jealous? You’re the one who came running over and scared away my handsome stranger.”
“Yes, the tall, dark haired, blue eyed handsome stranger. It’s almost as if you have a fucking type for guys you use when you’re drunk.”
You stared at him in disbelief, ignoring the fact that the feeling of his hand on your arm was all you could concentrate on, “There was no choosing, he came over to me first,” You spat. “And what the fuck do I have to be jealous of? We're just friends.”
Paying no attention to the fact that your body wanted to give in to him, you stuck to your word, pushing him away.
"Just friends? Don't give me that bullshit when every time you're drunk you're kissing me like your fucking life depends on it." He snapped.
"Fuck, Barnes." You swore. "I didn't realize you had a problem with that."
"Open your fucking eyes Y/n!"
"I think they're pretty fucking open." You replied icily, stung by the aggression in his tone. You blinked a couple of times trying to control your own rage, furious about the way he was speaking to you.
"No. You've either been walking around blind folded or you're full of shit." His face was washed with anger, eyes flashing darkly once again.
"What the hell are you talking about?!"
"Don't you fucking see that I like you? I've been making a play for you for over a goddamn year and yet you just fucking use me every time you're drunk and shit all over my feelings as soon as you're sober again. The reason you haven’t seen me in a week is because I was scared: scared about what I’d said in Siberia and scared that it might mean fucking nothing to you.”
You were completely stunned, and you stood frozen, eyes fixed on his. “What?” You finally managed to choke out as realization washed over you like a bucket of icy water.
“I want you Y/n- you know what not even that. I fucking need you. And I’m standing here entirely open in front of you, I’ve told you everything. I need to know if you feel the same.”
All of the emotion that you’d suppressed inside of you in the past week came bubbling out at a million miles an hour and you answered him in the only way you could think of.
Your lips crashed onto his, and he responded instantly, kissing back with the same force for the first time in what felt like an eternity. You melted into the kiss, hands reaching up to entwine behind his neck. Your bodies melded into each other perfectly, the jealous knot that had been tied so tightly inside you evaporating entirely. You smiled into the kiss and you pulled back slightly, looking into those stupid blue eyes that had entirely captured your soul.
“We need to kiss when I’m sober more often.”
A smirk pulled at his lips and he let out a dry laugh, “That’s the plan.”
“And you promise me you don’t pull this with all the girls?” You asked, flashing him a cheeky smile.
“I could never. Not since I got to know you. You are the most incredible, stunning, intelligent and the fucking funniest girl I know. I literally adore you, Doll.”
You couldn’t help the smile spreading across your lips, “Is that what I am, your Doll?”
“If that’s what you want to be.”
Reaching up to brush your fingertips across his jawline, you replied softly, “I want that more than anything.”
A/n: What did we think? I worked my ass off on this and I hope everyone enjoyed!
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Around Your Neck
Relationship: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: SMUT, NSFW, penetrative sex, choking, metal arm kink, fingering, semi-public sex, slight hand and finger kink - 18+, minors DNI.
Summary: Something sparks in you when you watch Bucky wrap his hand -- the metal hand -- around Zemo’s throat.
A/N: I was gonna wait to publish this tomorrow but ya know what?? im too excited about it. it’s pretty well received on ao3 so i hope y’all enjoy! probably not the best smut ever written but i had fun writing it. this is a result of some late night imagination.
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It happened fast. You were sitting on the plane, watching the trio bicker, when the next thing you knew, Bucky’s hand was around Zemo’s throat. To make matters more intense, it was the metal one. While hidden under that glove and coat, just the thought of it, the realization hit…
While fully aware of the intensity and seriousness of the situation, you practically groaned at the action. You didn’t know what it was, but seeing that contrast of metal and skin, and the flex of his arm... You couldn’t help it as you let out a breathy gasp.
Bucky backed away then but not before giving you a side glance. You could tell he was fighting back a teasing smirk as he eyed you and your sudden tense state. To outsiders it may have seemed like you were scared by your boyfriend’s reaction, even Zemo looked a bit concerned, but you and Bucky knew. Knew the pillow talk and drunk confessions you’d made about the arm.
Your thighs clenched as you watched Bucky return to his seat. He still wore that hard expression, somehow turning you on even more. It was suddenly getting hot, you felt, squirming a bit in your sweater.
Why did you allow yourself in this position? When Bucky enlisted your help, citing your past as an agent, you had originally dismissed it. You’d never really worked with your boyfriend, having already been out of the scene before he came into your life. But those pleading eyes and soft touches won you over no matter what.
Little did you know, though, it’d lead to you being on the private jet of a terrorist, ridiculously turned on by your boyfriend’s metal arm.
You fumbled for your bottle of water, taking a big gulp.
“Everything okay, doll?” Bucky asked as he broke off the conversation with the other two men. All of them faced you, waiting for a reply.
You nodded, placing your water bottle down. You turned directly to Bucky and met his furious eyes. “Just feeling a bit hot.”
He raised his brows as you felt the other men stare with confusion. The relationship wasn’t a secret by any means but the tone you two spoke with was certainly one reserved for other times.
"I think there’s a bathroom towards the back," Bucky nodded, motioning towards the end of the plane with his metal arm. From the corner of your eyes, you saw Zemo odd in confirmation. "If you need to cool down."
His simple movements sent a million little fires within you. The wetness between your thighs was getting harder to ignore, harder to play cool in front of the other men.
Biting your lip, you nodded. "Thank you, Bucky." You said his name with such slow ease, it was lighting something more in him, too. That’s when it really clicked.
You watched him as you rose from your seat. He glanced down, pretending to check something, trying to act as cool and collected as possible. For a former assassin, you thought, he wasn’t doing very well. He definitely knew. He got the little hint in your nod, in your tone. You figured he’d give it at most five minutes.
You made it to the airplane bathroom and squeezed your way in. Way smaller than you anticipated and you tried to figure how your super-soldier boyfriend was going to fit in here but he’d make it in. His arousal wouldn’t let him out of this.
You stood in front of the mirror, faux fixing your make-up and splashing water to kill time when the knock on the door came. Bucky hadn’t even given it a full minute before he was hot on your heels.
You couldn’t help but giggle at his urgency as you unlocked the door.
"You know they totally know what’s going on in here," you whispered as Bucky just barely fit himself inside the tiny bathroom. In one full motion, he locked the door then picked you up by the waist, setting you on the makeshift bathroom counter. You let out another giggle of surprise by his smoothness.
His arms were around your waist, pulling himself into your body, so eager and urgent. The gloves were long gone you realizes as you gasped at the feeling of the metal arm teasingly making its way under your sweater. His grip on you were tight.
"Do you think I care if they know?" Bucky mumbled as he began attacking your neck with kisses. He nipped and licked at your skin making you let out little squeals. Oh yeah, there was no way no one knew what was happening here but you didn’t have it in your heart to care anymore. You were practically dripping in your jeans and it was like Bucky could tell.
In an attempt to move closer, his thigh came up to your core, pressing, rubbing. You moved with it, letting the motions ease some of the burning in you.
Bucky continued the assault on your neck as you let out a desperate moan. "Could we please at least hurry so it’s not as weird when we go back out there?"
Your boyfriend chuckled, almost darkly, as he removed his lips from your neck. He began working up until his lips were finally on yours. Your arms wrapped around his neck, now taking your chance to pull him in. Bucky didn’t seem to mind your eagerness as he once again nudged your core with his thigh. The moans you gave out at that… Bucky felt captivated and you could feel it in his kiss.
Reluctantly disconnecting, he mumbled, "I don’t think I want to hurry anything, doll." He gave another peck. "Might want to stay here and spend hours between those thighs."
"Bucky-," you gasped.
"But that’s not what you’re here for, right?" He chuckled, his metal arm on your bare back. It came around to your side slowly, inching upward to your lace-covered breasts. "It’s the arm that got you all bothered."
You groaned as he then began to drag the hand back down your side, dipping just a finger below the waist of your jeans. The coolness barely skimmed over your hip but you were thrilled. It was a riveting contrast to the warmth that had been building over you since Bucky decided to choke someone right in front of you.
"It just looked g-good," you were getting breathy trying to formulate words. But everything was escaping you. As you tried formulating coherent sentences, Bucky began popping the buttons of your jeans then slowly tugging down the zipper. You gulped at the actions.
"Yeah?" Bucky chuckled, halting his actions. "How do you think my hand would look wrapped around your neck?"
Your brain starting spinning. You hated and loved when you got in this drunk state for him and he apparently was amused too as he gave you no time to answer. Bucky backed off a bit, as far as he really could, removing his touch entirely. You leaned back on the counter, brows furrowed in confusion.
"Turn around," he demanded.
The lightbulb went off in your head at his words. With a coy smirk, you hopped down from the counter and turned, your ass just brushing over his front. He was already ridiculously hard and apparently not amused with your sudden teasing. Without warning, Bucky grabbed your hips and forced you around completely. He made you plant your hands on the counter, giving you a clear view of yourself in the small airplane bathroom mirror. It surely wasn’t a full-fledge mirror but gave you just enough to see your neck, which you could already imagine how it was going to look with Bucky’s metal hand wrapped around it.
Apparently abandoning his threat of taking his time, Bucky pulled down your jeans and panties in one swift, sudden motion. You gasped at the action, feeling the material practically burn your thighs as it went.
Bucky was over any more teasing and talk as his metal hand promptly came up to your neck. It wrapped around, just tight enough to make you groan at the pressure. It felt so heavy and secure. Like it belonged there. You swore you got wetter at the sight.
Your eyes caught Bucky’s in the mirror. His didn’t hid how aroused, intrigued, he was at the sight before him. His eyes never left yours as his other hand made its way down your body, slipping right to your core where it found the bundle of nerves begging for attention. He gave it some attention before moving to dip a finger in you. Bucky groaned in your ear at the wetness that met his skin.
He pumped the one finger in and out slowly but surely as he whispered in your ear, "So wet." Another pump. "Looking so pretty, doll."
Your eyes started drifting close at the sensations Bucky was working over your body. Between the tightness on your neck to the pumping finger to your clit that brushed a bit over the counter, you were losing it.
Bucky, apparently, didn’t like you getting too comfortable. Without any warning, he pulled his finger out and undid his pants. Before you could register anything happening around you, he plunged his cock into you, lunging you forward on the counter. Your eyes snapped open. You were greeted by your boyfriend’s intense expression once again.
You barely registered the sight of yourself in the mirror. Your eyes were wide and that metal hand was not letting up on your neck. You could barely choke out any moans but it all felt so good, so right.
Satisfied that he had your attention, Bucky began thrusting in and out of you, pushing you more into the counter now, your arms barely holding up. He slipped in and out of you with such ease it was almost embarrassing. The only sounds prevalent for a bit in the room were the squelching between your thighs and the light grunts Bucky let out.
"How’s that?" Bucky asked between thrusts. Your legs were going to give out if he even began to talk. And as if he knew that fact, he continued. "Is this what you wanted, doll? My hand wrapped around your neck while I pounded into this sweet, tight pussy?"
You could only let out a weak moan in response which pleased him greatly. So much so, the thrusting picked up and the hand got tighter. Shocking you, your legs began to tremble. Bucky must’ve sensed it as his other hand came to grasp your waist tightly.
"I got you, doll," he whispered in your ear, placing a sweet kiss on your cheek. The contrast between that and his not-so-sweet motions nearly had you climaxing right then and there. "Got you so drunk on this cock you can barely stand, huh?"
You gave a breath moan, "B-Bucky-,"
He continued pounding as he spoke, seeming like the world’s greatest multitasker. Well, you figured, those assassins gotta be fast on their feet.
"What’s wrong?" Bucky mocked. "You close?"
You nodded profusely, watching your boyfriend in the mirror as he turned back towards it, your eyes meeting. He looked so blown out, in a primal state, as he kept working in and out of you.
Slowly, Bucky’s hand left your waist and sneaked down to your clit. He gave it a quick press that made you yelp. Bucky chuckled, amused by your responsiveness. It didn’t make him falter as he pressed again, this time running tight circles on your clit. The pressure and motion were making you lose your mind.
Bucky must’ve greatly enjoyed the sight as his metal hand got slightly tighter. You couldn’t do it — didn’t know how you managed it until now — but your eyes fluttered shut as your orgasm built and built and built—
He sped up the motions on your clit, accompanied by even more powerful thrusts. Your arms gave out, overwhelmed, sending you forward on the counter. Bucky went with, pressing his body fully into yours. His hand never left your throat. His thrusts never hesitating.
"That’s it, doll," he whispered and you could practically hear the cocky smile on his lips. "Cum for me."
And you did. It took nothing else. Your orgasm rushed through you, sending sparks and waves across your body. Bucky never once let up as he simultaneously chased his own while working you through yours.
"Bucky…" you mumbled as your legs shook, your orgasm rushing warmth throughout your body.
His motions and thrusting weren’t letting up, sending you into an overstimulated state. You clenched on his cock at the sensation. Bucky couldn’t hold back anymore. With a tight grip still on you and a desperate moan on his lips, he came inside, soaking your walls, letting it drip to your thighs.
His movements got weak and sloppy as he worked through his orgasm. You couldn’t even handle it anymore and pushed his hand from your clit, earning an amused chuckle from your boyfriend.
He gave one more quick thrust before pulling out of you, watching as his seed slowly leaked out of your swollen hole. He had half the nerve to get on his knees to clean you up but figured that was the last thing you wanted in your overwhelmed, dazed state.
Instead, he was a good boyfriend and began cleaning you up with some hand towels from a rack. You shivered as the fabric came into contact with your thighs. The reaction didn’t go unnoticed by Bucky who pressed a soft kiss to your skin.
Once cleaned, you finally found your balance again. You pulled up your panties and jeans then looked back into the mirror. You saw Bucky working to readjust himself in his jeans but what really caught your attention was the redness. Your neck had the faintest yet noticeable glow of red from his hand. You gasped, lightly running your hands over it.
Bucky whipped his head towards you, suddenly noticing the redness left on your skin from his grip. His heart nearly stopped until he saw the pure delight, satisfaction, in your eyes.
"Was that okay?" Bucky asked, wrapping his arms around your waist. You two watched each other in the mirror, this time in a much softer, sweeter position than before.
You nodded, "It was wonderful."
Bucky grinned and placed a kiss upon your lips. You melted into it, half wanting to go another round. But Bucky forced you two to disconnect.
"We should get back out there," he said.
You frowned. "What happened to spending hours between my thighs?"
"You little minx," Bucky groaned, his hands coming up to tickle your sides. You let out a squeal.
"We really have to face them, huh?"
Bucky went to answer but was cut off by Sam suddenly yelling from the other side of the bathroom door.
"Yes, you do!" He called out, anger and annoyance dripping from his words.
You two met each other’s stare as if hoping for one to suggest a way out of this mess but coming up empty, you just gave a sigh and pushed out of Bucky’s arms. Shamefully, you unlocked the door and opened it, trying to prepare mentally for how you were ever going to face Sam again.
"Sorry, Sam," you mumbled, slipping your way around him back to your seat, avoiding his gaze all cost. Bucky followed behind, seemingly unfazed by the situation.
"On a plane? Really?" Sam asked in disbelief. "While people are sitting right here?" You gave a quick glance to Zemo who truthfully didn’t look bothered by the situation. Your stomach turned at the idea of what else was taking place on this plane.
"Maybe you’re just jealous," Bucky finally spoke as he got comfortable again in his seat. Sam still stood in the aisle, hands on his hips, shocked by Bucky’s suggestion.
Bucky shrugged. "I got to bang my very hot girlfriend on a plane. I think you’re jealous."
You groaned at his words, trying to hide your face in your hands. You could hear Bucky’s light chuckles, practically dismissing the situation, which did not please Sam.
"Who thinks it’s okay to bang their girlfriend when other people are right on the other side of the door?" Sam asked.
"Look, Sam," Bucky turned his head towards him, that teasing grin playing at his lips. "When it’s game time, it’s game time."
His words earned a chorus of disgusted groans and protest from the entire group. Your face was hot, probably entirely flushed, as red as your neck if you had to guess. You tried reprimanding Bucky for his ridiculous innuendos — something he didn’t quite understand as he tried defending his statement to the group. No one was buying it.
"Alright," you finally said, halting the conversation. "That’s enough. Can we please no longer talk about this? I think we get it, we got a bit carried away."
Zemo, however, didn’t think it was enough. He decided to add his two cents to the conversation by asking, "And what exactly inspired you to get carried away?"
Zemo didn’t even try to hide it as his eyes glanced down to Bucky’s metal arm. Sam observed, his eyes suddenly getting wide as he put two and two together, causing him to share even more disgust towards you two. Bucky took it all, laughing like it was the greatest joke of all time. You, on the other hand, hid your face once more, praying your seat would just swallow you whole. It sent them into another bicker of conversation.
No one was ever going to let you live it down.
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Captain America and The Winter Soldier
Pairing; Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader
Summary; Bucky in that black and tight T-Shirt has you in desperate need to have his dick in your mouth.
Word Count; 1588
Warnings; NSFW, 18+, Minors DNI, cursing, language, dirty talk, pet names, oral (male receiving), masturbation (female), Daddy!kink, face fucking, mention of bodily fluids.
Authors Note; sorry that the beginning is literal trash! I just didn’t know what in the hell to write leading up to the big event lol. I hope you all enjoy regardless <3 Minor spoilers to TFATWS 1x04!
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Watching Bucky in that tight, black t-shirt all day had your mind in other places than the mission. Places of sin and pleasure as your mouth was watering in need to have his dick in your mouth at the way the shirt clung to his muscular body. But the busy day of finding Karli and the Dora Milaje threatening to come for Zemo gave you no time to pull him somewhere to the side for him to bring you to your knees and to suck him off.
Until the Dora Milaje arrived at the place you were staying, and all hell broke loose with spears and arms swinging everywhere, which resulted in Zemo’s escape.
“Get your stuff. We're leaving in 20 minutes to find him,” Sam ordered the two of you. 20 minutes? That was more than enough time to get what you wanted out of your boyfriend.
“Come here.” You took his hand and rushed the two of you into the bedroom where you could carry out your little mission. “What is it? Where's the rush?” Bucky questioned when he saw the rush you were in.
“I need you.”
He caught on pretty quickly in what you needed when your hand was placed just above his bulge. Your soft and pleading eyes were begging for him. How could he ever say no to a face like yours?
“Get on your knees, and I'll give you what you want so much doll.”
There was no trace of hesitation in your soul as you sunk to your knees in front of him and looked up as innocently as you could muster.
The belt buckle being undone by him was like sweet music in your ears. When he pulled down his jeans with his underwear, you came face to face with his throbbing cock that was full and erect for you only. The need for him to be in your mouth was just as great as your need for him to use your mouth to the fullest. Fuck, he looked so beautiful as you peeked up at him through your lashes.
When he went to pull off his shirt as well, you stopped him immediately. “No, keep it on.” The way the shirt clung to his muscular body had your core scream in need. The print of his abs could be seen from how tight it was. His biceps teasing to burst out any second from the tightness of his short sleeves had your tongue peek out to wet your lips.
He traced your lips with his thumb, and you gave it a light kiss before you allowed entrance for him. Hollowing your cheeks, you sucked and swirled your tongue on his digit, making a groan emit deep from within him at your mouth being so obedient to him.
“Let's put that mouth to good use, shall we kitten? Are you going to be a good girl for Daddy?” He asked as his hand found its place at the back of your neck to encourage you on.
Oh, Daddy? So he was in that mood now. Then you knew he was going to use and abuse your mouth to the fullest.
Your hand wrapped around his base as you looked up to him for permission to continue. The slight nod of his head was the signal you were looking for.
You opened your mouth to let your tongue trace his throbbing vein on the underside of him. The feel of you on his most sensitive part had him shudder at the feeling your tongue was giving him.
Your tongue swirled at the head of him. It ended with a light suckle to his mushroom tip like it was a delicious and tasty lollipop.
That was enough teasing for him. He needed more, so his hand at the back of you pushed your mouth more on him. All the way until your nose met his base, your tongue teasing his length as you managed to take him in fully. The feeling of him so deep in your throat made you cough around his entire cock. The vibrations felt wonderful on him as it made him shiver down his spine.
He needed more. With his hand holding your head in place, his hips thrust quick and sharp into your mouth, taking all it had to offer.
“You take me so well, doll. Such a good girl for me.”
He kept his dick deep in your throat at all times, fucking it to his liking, bruising and abusing it to the fullest, until you showed signs that you needed a break which he kindly let you have.
He couldn't help but hiss out at the loss of you around him, already missing having you on him. It was something he never could get enough of.
Your lips were swollen from the actions Bucky laid on you, and your eyes were watery at him tickling the back of your throat with every thrust of his hips. All in all, you were a beautiful mess for your Daddy, and he couldn't stop praising you for being so good to him.
The saliva from your mouth was trickling down his length, and it made you hungry to taste him again and again. You could never get enough of him in your mouth—the place where only he belonged.
His cock twitched when you looked up at him through your long lashes, and he couldn't help but wrap his fist around himself, making quick strokes to hurry up the process of cumming in your mouth.
“Show me that pretty tongue.”
Sticking it out for him like he asked and giving it a wiggle, he laid his head on the tip of it. Switching between tapping his head on it and making sinful strokes on himself.
The image of him looking so in control and dominant where he was standing tall and towering over you had your clit tingle in delight. You couldn't help yourself when you undid your pants some so you could snake your hand in your panties and give it the attention it so desperately needed.
“Look at you. Such a needy little thing. Needing to touch yourself while you suck me off.” His movements ceased to a halt. It was his way of saying it was your turn now to continue where he left off.
You took him in your hand to jerk him off as he did just a moment ago. The focus was on his red and sensitive tip. Your other hand was working on yourself to bring you to orgasm as well.
“Does it feel good, Daddy?”
“So good, kitten. Keep going.”
His eyes were closed shut, and his head leaning back some at the pleasure you were bringing him with your expert hand.
When you felt like he had enough, you let him in your mouth again for him to do as he pleased. His sounds of pleasure increased in volume as he fucked your warmth.
Encouraging flicks of your tongue were given to him as he fucked your face raw to his liking. Using your mouth for his pleasure, and you loved every second of it.
He was going to cum in your mouth; you could feel it, see it, and you wanted nothing more than have him shot his delicious seed down your throat. He twitched in your mouth and his muscles tensed up in preparation to let himself go. You were close to finishing as well as your hand was working on your clit.
He pulled himself out again, much to your disapproval, as he once more wrapped his fist around himself, making quick strokes.
“Open your mouth and show me that tongue.”
Doing as told, you opened wide for him to empty his cum on your desperate tongue. Your eyes were large and innocent when you looked up at him.
He was so close. His hand was losing the steady rhythm that he had. His vibranium one went in your hair to pull hard, making you emit a yelp at the pain.
“Fuck, I'm cumming, kitten. Cum for Daddy as well.”
The coil in your stomach snapped as his loud, and heavy grunts filled the air as he came all over your tongue and lips. Ropes of him decorating it so beautifully like an expensive artwork at the museum.
Once both of you came down from your high and he emptied himself entirely on you, he took a second to admire his work. Proud of how beautiful it looked.
“So pretty baby girl, Now swallow all of it.”
You closed your mouth and swallowed his load with no second thoughts. It was ingrained in you to do so. Like it was second nature. You showed him your empty mouth, which made him let out a satisfied groan of approval.
His thumb traced your lips to collect some of the remaining cum and pushed his digit into your parted lips for you to suck him clean.
“Such a good girl for me.”
A few seconds later, there could be heard a knock on the door and Sam's voice speaking from outside.
“Look, I don't know what the hell you guys are doing in there, but we need to leave, like right now.”
You and Bucky stifled a laugh at knowing that Sam most likely knew what was up with the two of you.
“Come on.” He helped you to stand up on your feet. “Let's get cleaned up, and then we have to leave.”
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Thunder (Yelena Belova x Reader)
Summary: The last time you saw your childhood best friend, Yelena, was when you first kissed her. You are forced to confront your childhood memories and your feelings for her once and for all.
Word Count: 2,116
Translations: Dorogoy (Dear), Kraisvaya (Beautiful), Medovik (Honey Layer Cake), Ostanavlivat'sya (Stop), Lyubov (Love)
When you were young, did you ever meet someone who left an indelible impression on you? At the most inconvenient times, you remembered them, and it brought you back to those moments. It's the simple things that didn't mean much to you at the time, but now, it means a lot. It's impossible to sleep at night without thinking about her. How did she look now? What about her bossy attitude? Did she still have that wicked tongue?
When you were a child, you spent every waking moment at your neighbor's house playing with Yelena, the youngest family member. A name that would haunt you for the rest of your life. The closer the days to Spring break, you thought of her more. Both of you had been fifteen when you last saw each other. You were running away from something when you went to live with your dad. In the past four years, you had avoided coming home, mainly due to Yelena. It was the truth, even though you didn't want to admit it to yourself. As soon as you got home, the feeling of familiarity set in, but the rising anxiety was unbearable.
"Why don't you call over to see Yelena? You haven't seen in a long time! She would ask for you, she still does." You thought she let you go that day, but according to your mother, she didn't. Despite not knowing what had happened between you and Yelena, your mother encouraged you to see her. Everything you put Yelena through, she still asked for you. You were too cowardly to say goodbye to your childhood best friend. She was left to discover for herself that she might never see you again. She was trying to get your attention while she chased after your father's car before she was unable to catch up to you again. She was forced to let you go. You assumed she'd still be bitter.
Nevertheless, as soon as you saw the farm that was Yelena's home, you felt at ease. It was like a second home to you. Your childhood memories of you and Yelena scaring pigs flood your mind. It looked different from what you remembered. The house appeared to have been freshly painted and repaired. The door opened, and Melina appeared behind it. You hesitated. Since you last saw her, she had aged, but she was still as beautiful as ever.
"Dorogoy! Look at you! Come in, come in! "Melina clapped her hands in delight as she led you into the hallway, remembering how cozy the house was even as a child. She has treated you well, even now.
"I'm glad you came to see us! You've grown up kraisvaya.” Melina explained as she was about to lead you into the kitchen, but you were both interrupted when a voice rang.
"Yeah, she has." You knew that voice from anywhere, Yelena. She was nowhere in sight when your eyes scanned the hall. Melina's gaze caught your attention, and your eyes traveled to the balcony that overlooked the spiral staircase. There she stood. Your Yelena. With her hair flowing on either side of her shoulders, she leant over the banister. She waved her hands in a general direction as she dangled them carelessly. As she gracefully descended the stairs from the banister, she didn't seem real.
She looked as beautiful as when you were younger; her face had grown a firm structure with it. She had lost her childhood charm and fulfilled her dominating nature. She was wearing a pair of fitted denim jeans, a white t-shirt and a thick leather jacket. You could tell by the sizing and aging on it that it wasn't hers; it had belonged to Natasha.
"Well well, look what the cat dragged in." Yelena stood on the second last step, leaning against the bannister as she glared down at you. You expected this. Yelena wasn't going to be flaunting over you; you had left her without a single word and clearly hurt her. However, you noticed a softness in her green eyes. A relief that she saw you.
"Play nice, Yelena. I guess you girls want to talk? I'm sure you have a lot of catching up to do! How about you both come and have some Medovik and tea after, mhm?" Melina offered you a gentle smile as she vanished into the kitchen, shutting the door to give you both privacy.
"I'm always nice!" Yelena called out after Melina as you raised your eyebrow at her; she noticed that.
Upon descending the stairs, she corrected herself: "Nice enough.” Keeping her distance from you, she didn't dare come close enough to you.
"She's a feeder." Yelena rolled her eyes, her green eyes flickering to you as she held your gaze for longer than you expected. It was as if she took her eyes off you; you'd vanish again.
"Mhm, I wouldn't say no to her cooking."
"Let's take a walk together first." Yelena's voice was firm as she couldn't keep her eyes off you; she continued to glance at you as she walked by you. As she leads you into the forest behind her house, she stays slow enough for you to keep up.
"You planning on murdering me?" You teased. The prospect of Yelena confronting you about your past had begun to feel inevitable.
"I just got you back, you think I'm going to kill you?"
"Well, are you?"
"I'm debating it", Yelena mumbled, her lips finally pulling into a soft smile, but it didn't last long. Climbing up a wooden log, she plopped down with a thud. Her fingers traced slowly through the moss as she gazed longingly at you. In her head were all the words, yet she lacked the strength to articulate them. Nervously, you grabbed your left wrist with your right hand. As you cleared your throat, rub your thumb slowly over your wrist. After gathering her thoughts, Yelena spoke.
"Um.. it's okay."
"What do you want me to say?"
"I'm not sure, you've been gone for such a long time that I've been expecting to hear how great it is."
"Not as great as you thought..um.. I thought you were going to go to college, El. Changed your mind?"
"I haven't hear anyone call me that in awhile."
"It was always my nickname for you."
"I guess. Hm. I decided to stay home and help Melina with the piggys. No college for me, it didn't interest me anyway," Yelena explained as she offered you a shrug. It felt as if a knife was cutting through the tension as you changed subject to lighten the mood.
"We use to play hide and seek in these woods, remember?"
"Never forgot." Yelena replied as suddenly she stood up. Her face lit up as she pressed her lips together in excitement. While she stood on top of the log, she covered her eyes with her hands. Before she muttered something between her fingers, you watched her curiously.
"This is the part where you hide." She prompted.
"Yelena, how old are we?"
"4…5..If I get to twenty and you're not gone…."
"Fine, fine!” You stared back at Yelena as you pictured her throughout the years. She relieved your memory of her as if it were a burden. Despite Yelena's counting, you ran until you could no longer hear her. What were you thinking? You were carried to a familiar spot by your legs. You could almost imagine yourself as a child running through the forest, laughing so loudly that Yelena could not miss you. You reached an aged oak tree that was tucked away.
This was your tree—you and Yelena. You made your way over to the bark, your fingers slowly tracing over the carving. Both your name and Yelena's are etched in history. Even after all these years, it still looked the same as the day you both did it. It brought you back to the moment when your names were carved. You could still remember Yelena carving in the names with her pocket the night before you shared your first kiss with her. That kiss that made you run. An unexpected kiss made you feel as if your friendship had been tainted. Instead of staying around to see what happened, you were terrified of what would happen between you two. Then you left. You abandoned her.
"You haven't changed at all." As Yelena called out behind you, you placed your hand over the carving before looking over your shoulder at her.
"In what way?"
"It was always easy to win at Hide and Seek because you always hid in the same spot, this tree. Without fail, every single time."
"Maybe I always wanted you to find me." The face of Yelena flushed red as you commented. She shook her head in embarrassment.
"I doubt that."
"Why would you?"
"Ostanavlivat'sya, I'm just the hide and seek champion. You just don't want to admit that," Yelena chanted as she stood a distance from you, her arms wrapping around her figure. Suddenly, you noticed tiny drops of water hitting the leather of her jacket. Your gaze fixed on the sky, which had now turned grey as you stepped further under the oak tree. The rain fell heavily, causing drops to splash on the ground. This was something you missed about home. There are times when a sunny, warm day becomes a dreary, grey affair as soon as a dark cloud appears. As You saw Yelena rush under the oak tree quickly, you scrunched up your nose as the thunder began to awaken within the clouds.
"Still scared of thunder?"
"No." You heard her growl as the thunder roared through the forest, making its presence known. Despite being older, Yelena still reminded you of the girl you grew up with. She was still the girl you loved.
"Maybe..." Terrorized by thunder and spiders, she was still almost unbreakable. As she watched you rub your bare arms in your t-shirt, she huffed as she removed her leather jacket. As she stepped towards you, she grabbed your arm without hesitation, pulling your arms through. Her lack of interest stemmed from her awareness of your stubbornness. As a child and even as a teenager, Yelena used to give you her jacket. She didn't do it to be courteous because she never did it for anyone else; she didn't want you to get sick. The breath she gave you signaled how close she was to you.
"I'm guessing you still hate me." Immediately, Yelena frowned, grabbing the zip of the jacket and tugging it up to your chin.
"Why would I hate you?
"You know why."
"I couldn't hate you. I tried but I can't hate you. It's hard to hate someone you lov-" Yelena was about to finish her sentence when suddenly the colour went out of her face. Thunder continued to make itself known as the rain was beating down.
"Because you what? Yelena was getting wet as she stood between the gaps in the leaves of the tree. She shook her head in response, a few drops running down her face. She still hadn't answered you yet.
"Can I ask something? As you nodded in response to Yelena's question, a pit formed in your stomach.
"Do you.. or did you ever think of me?"
"Do you ever think of me?"
"No." Her response stings more than you can bear to admit. When you heard that you were no longer wanted by the person you loved, there was a bitter taste in your mouth. Yelena surprised you by adding to her previous comment.
"You never leave my mind." While walking towards you, Yelena grumbled in frustration. You didn't expect that at all. With your back against the tree, you turned to face her. Keeping your distance from her, you balled your fist and pressed it against her chest. Yelena respected your distance; she didn't try to close the space. This was the same as when you were fifteen, but would the outcome be different? Would you run?
"What are you so afraid of?"
"Don't be. Stop ruining a good thing because you're afraid."
"I've hurt you, Yelena. It kills me to know I have. I-.. I wanted to come back, I wanted to apologize for breaking your heart but I just…."
"You're the only person who I would've wanted to break my heart, Lyubov.” As you slowly lowered your fist from her chest, Yelena stepped forward to bring you closer, your lips touching as your arms hugged around her neck. Instead of running away this time, you were safe in her arms. She wasn't afraid of thunder anymore; she was afraid of losing you.
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Here is a masterlist of all of my fics. If you’d like to look at a specific show, go here. *** = my personal favorites ! = new (posted within 30 days)
Steve Rogers - Happy Father’s Day - Fluff
Steve Rogers - Won’t Let You Down ***- ANGST
Steve Rogers - Day Three of 12 Days of Christmas - Fluff
! Steve Rogers - Afterglow - Angst w/ a happy ending
Sam Wilson - Hope and all its Friends ***- Fluff + Minor Angst
Sam Wilson - Day Two of 12 Days of Christmas - Fluff
!Bucky Barnes - Old Betrayals - Angst but not fully?
Tony Stark - Have a Heart *** - ANGST
Wanda Maximoff - Cat and Mouse - Angst
Wanda Maximoff - You are the Sun - Fluff
Carol Danvers - Learning Something New - Fluff
Natasha Romanoff - The Look - Fluff
Natasha Romanoff - Goodbye to Family - Angst
!Yelena Belova - Tidal Wave - Angst & Fluff***
!Yelena Belova - That’s Not a Picnic Blanket - Fluff
Thor Odinson - Puppy Love - Fluff
Peter Parker - Weight of the World - ANGST
Vision - You Look Happy - Fluff
The Avengers - Starting Over - ANGST
Aaron Hotchner - Undercover *** - Fluff
Aaron Hotchner - I’m Sorry *** - Angst + Fluff
Aaron Hotchner - Introductions - Fluff
Derek Morgan - Scare them Away - Fluff
Derek Morgan - Turtleneck *** - Fluff
Derek Morgan - Causing Confusion - Fluff & Minor Angst
Derek Morgan - Close Call - Angst & Fluff
Derek Morgan - In Another Lifetime *** - Fluff
Spencer Reid - Drowning - Angst + Fluff
Spencer Reid - Work Wife - Fluff
!Jennifer “JJ” Jareau - The One - Angst
Steve Harrington - Providing Protection *** - Fluff
Steve Harrington - Lowest of Lows - Fluff + Minor Angst
Steve Harrington - Teenage Love Affair | Part Two - Fluff
Steve Harrington - Like the World is Ending - Fluff
Steve Harrington - Call Out my Name - Angst
Steve Harrington - What Happens at the Arcade - Fluff
Steve Harrington - A Little Crush - Fluff
Steve Harrington - End of the Road - Angst
Steve Harrington - No Reason to Stay - Fluff
Steve Harrington - Teen Wolf - Fluff
Steve Harrington - Excuses, Excuses - Angst + Fluff
Steve Harrington - What the Heart Wants - Fluff
Steve Harrington - Pure Gold - Angst
Steve Harrington - It’s Disgusting - Fluff
Billy Hargrove - Into You - Fluff
Billy Hargrove - Cliche Crap - Fluff
Jim Hopper - Make Something Happen - Fluff
Robin Buckley - Flirting by Proxy *** - Fluff
Poe Dameron - Days Away - Fluff
Poe Dameron - New Years - Fluff
Finn - Let’s Start Now - Fluff
Jake Peralta - Not Friends with Benefits *** - Fluff
Jake Peralta - Not Even Thanksgiving - Fluff
Jess Mariano - Dress *** - Fluff
! Mark Sloan - Dancing With Our Hands Tied - Fluff
! Anthony Bridgerton - Call it What You Want - Fluff
!Anthony Bridgerton- Willow - Fluff
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A Happy Ending
Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader
Summary: Wanda has to choose between you and Vision. But will she make the right choice?
Warnings: angst...so much angst...lol sorry
Word Count: 3.5k
A/N: Okay SO...my first straight up angst fic! i hope you enjoy, and i did not proofread it bc its very late here and i want to sleep but i hope its decent lol (ALSO!!! reader can tell someone’s future and gets flashes of it whenever she comes into contact with them!)
“I can’t tonight, Y/N, I have plans with Vision.”
A line you had heard quite a bit from the witch. Anytime the two of you made plans recently, they were always tossed aside for Vision.
You had been seeing Wanda for almost a year now, under the radar, of course. She claimed she wasn’t ready for anything official just yet. But with all the time she had spent with Vision recently, you couldn’t help but wonder.
Maybe you weren’t the only holder of her heart.
Vision was a decent guy. To anyone who wasn’t you, that is. You often wondered what you had done to deserve the harsh comments and criticism the synthezoid sent your way. But when you saw him and Wanda together, it made sense. You didn’t think it was possible for an artificial being to feel love, but he looked at Wanda the same way you did: with adoration.
You were brought out of your thoughts by a hand on your shoulder.
“Y/N? Did you hear me?”
You nodded your head, not looking at her quite yet, and you felt the bed dip beside you as her hand moved to hold yours.
You finally met her eyes, forcing a smile to reassure her.
“Yeah, sorry. I understand. Have fun, Wands,” you said. You thought you were being fairly convincing, but then again, you forgot who you were talking to.
“You must be forgetting that you’re talking to a telepath. I can feel something weighing on you, lyubov,” she said softly. Soft, she was always so soft with you. It was almost enough to wipe away all of the insecurities that had been troubling you. Almost.
You squeezed her hand. “And you must be forgetting that you’re talking to someone who can tell the future. And I can see in your future that you’re going to be late,” you tried to joke.
She wasn’t having it. “Y/N-”
“Wanda. We’ll talk about it later, okay? Go have fun with Vision.”
She sighed deeply, pressing a kiss to your forehead before standing up. “I’m holding you to that,” she said.
You gave her one last smile, as convincing as you could, and she left the room.
You let your smile drop and laid back onto the bed. Maybe she would forget, and then you could avoid the conversation altogether.
So she didn’t forget.
A knock at your door at 2am told you that very clearly.
You opened the door with the biggest smile you could plaster onto your face.
“I can still feel something weighing on you.”
Yeah that shut your fake smile down real fast.
Her eyes were filled with nothing but concern and...guilt? But you didn’t have the energy to dissect all that right now.
“It’s nothing. How was your night with Vision? Did you have a good time? What did you-”
“Y/N.” She said sternly, and you winced. You knew you had lost and you would be confessing to her the insecurities that had been plaguing you recently.
You sighed deeply before walking to your bed. She followed you, sitting down on the bed beside you silently, waiting for you to talk.
“Vision.” You finally said after what felt like hours.
Wanda’s brows furrowed in confusion. “What about him?”
“You two are close. Of course you are, you have that connection with the mind stone.”
You paused, collecting your thoughts. Wanda waited patiently beside you. You took a deep breath.
“But it’s more than that, isn’t it?” You said.
Wanda was silent. You looked over to see her staring at the ground. You felt your heart drop to your stomach as her silence confirmed what you had feared.
“It’s okay,” you said softly.
Wanda shook her head. She finally looked up at you, tears in her eyes. The guilt that you had seen earlier could now be seen clear as day.
“It’s not okay. I should’ve told you sooner.”
“I understand. If he’s the one for you, then-”
“No,” she immediately cut you off. “He’s not...well...the truth is I don’t know. I love you both,” she confessed.
As much as it pained you, you took her hand and squeezed it softly. “Okay.”
She tilted her head at you in confusion. “Okay?”
You nodded. “Okay. I know you’re going to have to make a decision, but you know it too. So there’s no point in talking about it now. Just know, I’ll love you no matter who you decide.”
Wanda shoved her head into your chest and you immediately wrapped your arms around her.
“Thank you,” she whispered, and you merely nodded, trying to ignore your own tears falling down your face. You really weren’t the only keeper of her heart. She might not choose you, and the thought terrified you.
The following three months after that were hell. You tried to be supportive of Wanda. You knew she was conflicted, and you knew she felt guilty. But you couldn’t help the fear drilling at the back of your mind.
Vision seemed to think of this situation as a competition for Wanda’s heart. And boy, was he competing. He took her out on fancy dates, gave her expensive gifts, and did his best to keep her away from you.
You couldn’t help but feel as if he was going after Wanda for the thrill of the chase, but you would never tell her that; you didn’t want to come off as jealous, and you knew those words would send her straight into Vision’s arms, and away from you.
You, on the other hand, decided it was best to just keep being yourself. If she chose you, you wanted it to be because she loved you, not because she loved the lengths you were going to in an attempt to win her over.
So, you continued to love her just as you had before. You would hold her after each nightmare, cook her authentic Sokovian meals after she had a bad day, and surprise her with simple little notes, encouraging and complimenting her.
You tried to ignore the glares Vision sent your way whenever he saw Wanda curled up in your arms, or the smug looks he shot at you whenever he returned from a date with Wanda. You simply wanted to savor your time with her. This may have been a competition for him, but for you, well, you just wanted to be able to keep the love of your life in your arms forever.
But, as the months stretched on, you became exhausted. The constant insecurities and doubts weighed on you. You couldn’t sleep, you could barely eat, and it seemed that everyone except for Wanda and Vision were able to notice that. You were very aware of the sympathetic glances the other Avengers threw your way, but honestly? You didn’t even have the energy to talk about it.
You just hoped Wanda would make her decision soon.
And she did.
One night, she knocked on your door. It was your weekly movie night, and you were excited to have the beautiful Sokovian in your arms as the two of you made commentary on the stupidity of the romcom characters.
But when you opened the door, your smile dropped at the sight of tears on her cheeks, a guilty expression adorning her face.
You gestured to your bed, sitting down beside her.
“It’s him, isn’t it?” You asked, but you knew. Based on the look on her face, you knew she had chosen him. You were in love with her, and as unfortunate as it was in that very moment, it meant you knew her like the back of your hand.
And as she nodded with tears in her eyes, you felt like you had been stabbed in the gut.
“I hope we can still be friends,” you said with a shaky voice. You knew it would practically be torture, but it wasn’t her fault that you weren’t good enough to be her first choice. And having her in your life at all was a privilege, so you weren’t about to give it up.
But then she shook her head.
“Actually,” she started, looking down at the ground, “Vision doesn’t want us to see each other anymore.”
And just like that, she had twisted the knife.
“Oh.” Was all you could say.
There was a minute of silence as you processed this new information, and as she got up to leave, you were sick of being silent and letting her have your heart just to rip it out without a care in the world.
“So did I mean nothing to you?” You couldn’t help the bitter tone that slipped into your words. Vision had asked her to drop you and just like that, she had.
She turned around, her face showing nothing but guilt and anguish.
“Y/N, you know that’s not true,” she tried, but you weren’t having it.
“Do I?” you spat, angrily wiping away the tears streaming down your face. “Because at the walking Nintendo Switch’s first request, you were willing to cut me out of your life altogether. Clearly you had made your decision a long time ago if you were so okay with his terms.”
“Stop,” she said shakily, “You have no idea how hard this has been for me-”
You couldn’t help the humorless laugh that slipped out of your throat.
“For you? How about for me? Do you realize how hard it’s been to share your heart? To be in a constant battle for your love? I feel like every fucking move I make counts. If I respond in the wrong tone, you could choose Vision for the day. You have chosen him over me so many times and yet I still held onto the hope that maybe, just maybe, I could be enough for you. I have hoped so desperately that you could love me, Wanda. And I am so fucking exhausted. So don’t come in here and expect my sympathy when you’ve been slowly ripping my heart apart for months.”
Wanda was crying by the end of your speech. She reached towards your hand but you flinched away.
“I really do love you,” she said quietly.
You shook your head. “Clearly not as much as I love you.”
She tried to step towards you again, but you took a step back. “Y/N, I-”
“Please, Wanda,” you said, finally letting her hear the complete and utter destruction she had done to you, “Please stop hurting me and just go. Please.”
She inhaled sharply at your words.
“Okay,” she said finally. “Okay. I’m sorry. Goodbye, Y/N.”
And with that, she walked out of your room. Once the door was closed, you collapsed to the ground, unable to hold yourself up anymore. Sobs wracked your body as you were overwhelmed with devastation. She had picked him. She didn’t want you. Not like she wanted him. He was her first choice. You were nothing but background noise.
After Wanda had made her decision, you made yourself scarce around the compound. You only left your room to eat, train, and go on missions. You had loved the Sokovian so deeply, and although you knew that you needed to respect her decision, you couldn’t help the constant ache you felt in your heart.
When you did leave your room, you avoided Wanda and Vision at all costs. They were always together, and you knew your heart couldn’t take that type of pain yet. So, you skipped team dinners, and movie nights, and anything that involved having to see the happy couple. But eventually, the time came where you had to face one of them. And, oh joy, it was the microwave who had won Wanda’s heart.
You were walking through the halls of the compound, after just participating in a mission debriefing. You must not have been watching where you were going, because next thing you knew, you collided with the synthezoid.
He began to curse you out at your clumsiness, but you were zoned out. At his touch, you couldn’t help the intense flash of the future you had received.
You saw Wanda. And Vision. And Wanda having to destroy the mind stone. Wanda being forced to kill Vision in order to save the universe.
You gasped as you came back to your senses.
“Were you not listening to a word I said?” Vision sneered, but you were already rushing past him, fumbling for your phone, and making a call.
“Hello?” The voice on the other end of the phone answered almost immediately.
“Shuri,” you said urgently, “Is it possible to remove the mind stone from Vision’s head in a manner that will keep him alive?”
So, a month later, the team was in Wakanda as Vision’s stone was removed from his head. You watched from the entrance to the lab as Wanda held the synthezoid’s hand. You felt sick to your stomach, but you were glad you had made the decision to help.
Nat approached you quietly, watching the scene in the lab curiously.
“Why did you decide to help them, after all they’ve put you through?” She said from beside you.
You sighed. “Because Wanda deserves to be happy. She couldn’t find that happiness with me and as much as it hurts, I have to accept that. I’m doing this for Wanda.”
Nat nodded in understanding. She opened her mouth to reply, but before she could, T’Challa burst in.
“The time for battle has arrived sooner than we thought. We need to go. Now.”
All the Avengers began to prepare to leave the room, except for you, Wanda, and Vision.
“I need 10 more minutes,” Shuri said. You nodded and turned to Wanda.
“Go. Help them fight. I’ll look after Vision, and once the stone is out of his head, I’ll bring it to you to destroy,” You said.
The look of fear in her eyes pained you as she didn’t look away from Vision.
“Wanda,” you said, gaining her attention, “You can trust me.”
She nodded. “I know. Thank you.”
You looked away as she kissed Vision quickly, and then she was gone.
You, Vision, and Shuri remained silent for the next 10 minutes as she worked. It was clear to you that Vision wanted to say something to you, but, lucky for you, Shrui’s presence in the room kept him from doing so.
Finally, you heard Shuri sigh with relief. You looked over to see the stone in her hand. You immediately took it from her before embracing the woman. “Thank you,” you said gratefully.
“Of course,” she said. “Now, I have to go join in the fight. I suggest the two of you do the same.”
And with that, she left. You were about to follow suit when Vision stopped you.
“You’re so in love with Wanda that you saved my life in order to make her happy. I find it humorous that you think you have any place in her heart. You’re pathetic.” He laughed at you.
You shook your head. “Loving someone isn’t pathetic. Trying to win them over for the thrill of the chase, is.” And with that, you ran out of the room, missing the way his smirk faltered at your accusation.
The field was deadly. Aliens were everywhere, and you were having trouble finding Wanda. That is, until you saw a burst of red as she killed a whole field of enemies.
“Wanda!” You screamed as you ran towards her.
Her head snapped up at the sound of your voice and she took off running towards you. Just as you were within a few feet of her, you were knocked to the ground.
You looked up to see him. Thanos.
“I’ll be taking that. Thank you, child,” he said as he snatched the stone from your grip. You tried to fight back but were knocked to the ground painfully, yet again.
“Y/N!” Wanda screamed. She began to run towards you, but a snap of Thanos’ fingers made her stop dead in her tracks.
“Wanda?” You questioned.
You watched in horror as the woman you loved became dust right in front of your eyes.
Only one thought ran on repeat in your mind. This was all your fault.
The next five years passed slowly. The team tried to make it clear that you had tried and Thanos was too powerful. But it was no use. You couldn’t help but blame yourself.
It didn’t help that a certain walking refrigerator made your fuck-up known as much as he possibly could.
His words to you immediately following the snap would forever ring in your mind: “You killed her.”
You never stopped looking for a solution. You were going to get her back. She deserved her happy ending. It wasn’t fair that it was taken from her.
And then, Scott came back. And time travel was on the table. And after a lot of work, you and the team were headed back in time to various locations to get the stones.
You sat on a rock on Vormir, gazing out at the purple sky.
“If we don’t get this stone, half the universe stays dead,” Nat’s voice interrupted your thoughts.
You looked up at her.
She shook her head. “I know what you’re thinking. No.”
“Nat, it’s the only way. Let me make things right for her, please,” you begged.
Nat grabbed your hands. “This isn’t your fault. You don’t need to make anything right. You need to stop blaming yourself.”
You took a deep breath. “I’ve made my choice.” You said finally.
She backed away from you. “And I’ve made mine,” she said, before making a move to run to the edge of the cliff. But you grabbed her foot, effectively tripping her, before heading towards the cliff.
Nat held up her arm as if to shoot you with a Widow Bite, but she furrowed her brows as she noticed they were missing.
You turned to her, aiming the stolen Widow Bites at her. “There’s a note in my room for Wanda. Please tell Vision to give her the happy ending she deserves,” you said with tears streaming down your face. And with that, you shot her with the Widow Bite, and allowed yourself to free-fall off the cliff.
“NO!” Nat screamed, but it was too late.
“Nat, where’s Y/N?”
The look of grief on her face told it all.
The past few minutes had been a blur for Wanda. One minute, she felt herself fading away, and the next, she was in battle again. She was absolutely exhausted, but fought with all her might.
And they won.
The question made Nat stop in her tracks. She turned to face Wanda. The devastation radiating off of Wanda told her everything she needed to know.
“No,” she whispered, her hand coming up to cover her mouth as tears began to fall down her face.
Nat looked at the ground in shame. She couldn’t help but blame herself for your loss.
“She left a note for you. In her room,” Nat said. “I’m sorry, Wanda.”
Wanda numbly felt her legs carry her towards your room when she was stopped by Vision.
“I’m sorry, Wanda,” he said, embracing her. Her body wracked with sobs as she processed your death.
“Look at it this way,” Vision began, “Now we can be together happily. No distractions.”
Wanda pulled away to look at him, anger now filling her features. “Distractions? That’s what you think she was? Just a distraction?”
“Well, you have to admit-”
“She wasn’t a distraction, Vision, she was my everything.”
The confession made both Wanda and Vision freeze.
“Well perhaps you made the wrong choice, then,” Vision said bitterly before walking away.
Wanda found herself in your room, holding an envelope addressed to her. She hated being in your room without you. It felt lonely, empty, and cold. It was lacking the light and the energy you would always bring to it.
She braced herself, and opened the letter.
I’m writing this because I know if we go through with this plan, it will work. However, I bumped into Nat this morning and saw how this would go for us. We are going to Vormir. Someone needs to sacrifice themselves and I’ve decided that I’m going to do it. I know you’ll be alright. You have Vision, so I know I’m not leaving you alone. Please know, Wanda, that I love you so much. I’m sorry that I wasn’t enough. But please know it’s okay. I want to do this. I need to do this. You are the love of my life, Wanda. You deserve a happy ending. I hope I’m able to give it to you by doing this. Take care of yourself, okay? Now, go get that happy ending.
Wanda dropped to her knees, clutching the letter to her chest as she sobbed. You had done this for her. You just wanted her to be happy. And you were willing to die to make that come true.
She had given you up for someone who didn’t seem to truly care about her. And now she had to live with that choice.
Tears soaked the letter in her hands as one question was on repeat in her mind:
How could her life have a happy ending without you in it?
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