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Come Hell Or Highwater: Part 1

With his feet propped up on the corner of the desk and a lit cigarette hanging between his lips, he had felt momentarily content. The buzz from the tobacco had hit him, a welcomed kind of high that made the lingering silence in the room seem less egregious than it was.

Ari and Steve had received the call and the order to be reassigned from the case they were on, the directive had come from the captain of their specialized team and within an hour they had been ripped from one case and moved to another.

Their replacements had landed in the safety zone to relieve Steve and Ari, the two of which had been pulled directly into their top boss’ office.

“She’s 22,” Steve cursed and slammed the file against the desk, stalking around the desk and turning sharply to lean against the edge, “witnessed a high-profile murder on her way to the apartment from university. A hell of a thing.”

Ari drew in a puff and held it in his mouth for a moment before slowly exhaling, the dart between his fingertips glowing at the burning butt. He didn’t speak until he leaned forward and tapped the edge against the ashtray.

The pile of ah had been growing and he had been putting off dumping the tray in the trash like he should have, although he knew that he would eventually have to clean the glass. As he sat back, Ari finally addressed his brother.

“Wrong place at the wrong time,” Ari drew his gaze away from the ashtray and the file he had been pouring over, watching Steve tap his fingers against the edge of the wood, “22 is a hell of an age to have this kind of target on her head.”

“Fucking animal.” Steve cursed and momentarily twitched as if he could still feel Sister Mary’s switch against his knuckles, a repeated punishment they had all received from catholic school.

Their ma attempted to straighten out the triplets’ boyish and troublesome nature if only the switches and the punishments had worked.

“He’s carved men twice as big and tough, this girl-“ Ari lifted a picture of the woman they were assigned to protect and hide away, his captivating gaze studying every inch of the image in his hand, his lips forming a deep frown.

You were enrolled in a bachelor of music and composition course, and almost finished your degree with just over a year to go.

You had been kept late at campus while helping a friend create a composition that was going to be recorded for a final grade. You stayed behind because he asked you to and when it had come time for you to walk home to your apartment, you denied his offer for an Uber or an escort home.

You claimed you didn’t have long to go, and you didn’t. It should’ve been uneventful, it should’ve taken you less than fifteen minutes. Hell, you even had pepper spray in your bag in case something happened. You were, for all intents and purposes, protected one way or another.

And then your roommate asked if you could stop at the drugstore on the way home because she forgot to pick up her prescription and you were close. You were a sweetheart, you wouldn’t have let her suffer so you agreed. You took a detour because she asked you to because she was your friend.

Your errand had almost gone off without a hitch until you stepped out of the drugstore and took a side road, one that would’ve saved you a few minutes. You happened upon the assault, robbery and murder of a high-profile dignitary. The politician was recognizable, even if you weren’t involved in politics in any possible measure you would’ve recognized him.

And you had.

Not only had you recognized the infamous man, but you had also bared witness to him and his partner being robbed, attacked and brutally murdered.

You heard the twisted and sickening gurgle, you had felt the air shift as someone had taken their last breath and another was holding on for dear life.

You listened and you tried to help after coming out of hiding. You were a gentle soul who had called 911, you had waited and done all you could to support the man struggling for his life.

It was a twist of fate, a simple errand that had altered your course in life because you were a good person.

The men you witnessed from your hiding place hadn’t been aware that you were even there watching them, frozen in place and fearful that you had been next. They had killed their political target, and they had later killed the man in the hospital room. They thought they had eliminated every witness, however, they were innately wrong.

You were the only living and breathing person who could attest to their horrible acts, and that had placed a detrimental target upon your head. Once it was found out that there was a living witness, your life would be on the line and so would the case that was being built against their criminal empire.

With your safety in check, the triplets were called in. Ari Levinson, Andy Barber and Steve Rogers had all worked for the Witness Protection Program, triplets who had given themselves different last names in order to add another layer of personal protection.

Ari and Steve were the best the WPP had for agents.

The two of them were ex-navy SEALs, two men who were battle-hardened and incredibly skilled with as many weapons as they could get their hands on. They had taken every opportunity given to them to become deadly soldiers hellbent on protecting those that needed them most.

They had become out of the brotherhood and deadly them that had encroached upon some of the most terrifying and deadly missions that were thrown at their squad. They had served and served their purpose well, and only after retirement had they continued to do good with another agency.

Andy had chosen to go to law school instead of joining the military like his brothers had, choosing to take the avenue of criminal prosecution and the courts. His intent was just as noble as Steve and Ari’s, he had felt that drive and need to protect people who couldn’t protect themselves.

It was after he had graduated from law school, becoming more seasoned as a lawyer, that the three of them joined the program.

“-she’s safe. Andy is with her getting more details about that night. They’re waiting to hear just like we are, we need confirmation that the safe house and all the documents are ready.” Steve crossed his arms over his chest before he turned his head, gazing at the clock hanging off the wall.

They were called to their director’s office and told to bring what they needed for a long-term stay with no foreseeable end date.

They had been ripped off one case, set upon another and given little detail as to where they were going or what the game plan was. Even with the files they had read, and what they had been told, there was still so much hidden from them.

“Orders.” The door to the office opened, and one of their team members entered with a manila envelope for each of them, closing and locking the door behind herself. “Star witness is ready for transport and you two have gotten your alibis.”

“Married?” Steve exclaimed in surprise, turning over the fake IDs, the faux passports and two sets of keys. “This is the ploy?”

“You’re headed for an isolated, almost self-contained town in the middle of nowhere. You got married last year and are seeking relocation to escape the rush of the big city, you’re wanting to settle down somewhere quiet to raise a family. Ari is gonna be foreman with local lumber yard, Steve you’ll be working from home as an online editor, both of you are skilled with your hands.”

“And Y/N?” Ari had reached for the cigarettes to his left, flipping open the lid of the box to grab a white filtered dart, his fingertips grasping the end as he yanked it out.

“She has to be with one of you at all times. If she’s not with Steve at home, she’s with you at the lumberyard.” The agent and their longtime friend had come to rest her hands on her hips, watching the two men as they thumbed through the envelope they were given, looking at the necessary paperwork for their new lives.

“Where does Andy fit in?”

“This town you’re going to,” the agent drew in a breath and huffed it out in a short burst, “the entire town is made of polyamorous units. It’s the perfect cover for having three men living with or visiting her. No one would bat an eye at having a young polyamorous family like the one you’re acting as-“

“Polyamory? Won’t that attract more attention from these sick fucks?” Steve raised an eyebrow, gaze flitting toward Ari.

“There’s more of them out there than you think. Besides, the world is a big place and there’s a lot of rumours that she headed into Europe.” With a final look at the marriage certificate, the drivers licenses, fake passports, housing deeds, the story had been set.

“Andy travels for work, he spends more time away than home. Long stints abroad, a week here and there at home.”

The question that hadn’t been asked had received an answer and then their friend and agent nodded her head. “Let’s get you boys some wedding rings and get you settled at home.”

“And where’s our young bride?” Ari questioned, shoving his paperwork back in the envelope.

“With her third husband, waiting for you two. Let’s go.”

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Weekly Recap | July 25th-31st 2022

Fun’s over, back to work for me :( But the fics from recent bangs just keep coming and coming! 😃 so great to see such amazing fics and art being made! 

Complete

Birthplace of Steve Rogers by elkleggs/ @elkleggs​ , plutosrose/ @plutosrose​  (Shrunkyclunks | 10K | Explicit): When Steve wakes up in 2011, he doesn't expect to find that his childhood home has been turned into a museum. There, he meets Bucky Barnes and learns about his relationship to the past, the future, and himself.

💙 It was Always You by britbrit99, darter_blue/ @darter-blue​ (Regency AU, Silver Fox Steve | 16K | General): Captain Steven G Rogers returns from the war - a Naval Captain, decorated sailor, successful, respected, and in possession of a small fortune. He agrees to move temporarily into the residence of his younger married sister, Natasha, and her wife Wanda, only to find that she is letting her house from the family of the young man who broke his heart not eight years previously. James B Barnes.

Swimming in Desire by elkleggs/ @elkleggs​, sebbys_mama/ @sebbys-mama​ (Modern AU, Silver Fox Steve | 7K | Explicit): When Bucky decides to learn how to swim, Sam hooks him up with retired Navy SEAL, Steve Rogers. Little did Bucky know, that Steve was the Silver Fox of his dreams.

5. Lifeguard + Hotel by JJK/ @trenchcoatsandtimetravel​ (Modern AU | <1K | General): Lifeguard Bucky / Hotel guest Steve

💙 As Cold As Ice by Kalee60/ @kalee60​ (Modern AU, Coworkers, Enemies to Lovers | 27K | Explicit): When Bucky Barnes signed up for an anonymous hookup weekend away via a new App, he was more than a little excited at the prospect of meeting his sexual equal. The anticipation of all of his desires being met by someone with similar tastes was a unique prospect. No more trawling bars for uninspiring and unremarkable one night stands, this App was the future.Except when Bucky arrives at the secluded cabin in the midst of a blizzard, two things become abundantly clear. He was snowed in for the weekend with no escape, and the App was completely, and utterly wrong. It had paired him with none other than Steve Rogers, the bane of his work life, the older and self-imposed ‘superior’ co-worker who he hated with a passion.But then Steve makes Bucky an offer too enticing to refuse…And so begins a weekend of snarky quips, bad decisions, and the beginning of the end to the world’s most antagonising work rivalry. Because, it’s just sex… Right?

Moment's Silence by musette22/ @musette22​ (Evanstan RPF, PWP |3K | Explicit): Chris lifts his head abruptly, his hair a mess and a pillow crease across his cheek. “Wha- huh, Seb?” “Sshhh,” Sebastian hushes him, barely lifting his mouth from Chris’s skin. “Just stay where you are. Wanna take care of you.” And then, just so there can be no doubt about what he means, he follows it up by mouthing at Chris’s right ass cheek, nuzzling into it.With a low groan, Chris drops his face back onto his arms. “Oh, god.” “Okay?” Sebastian checks, just to make sure.“Yeah.” Chris’s voice is low, rough with sleep, going straight to Sebastian’s groin. “More ‘n okay. Fuck.”

WIP

This is (not) a Ghost Story [COMIC] by PottersPink/ @potterspink​ (Post-WS | 6/31 | General): Steve moves into a haunted house. Well — everyone else is convinced it’s haunted, anyways.

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[bedlamsbard]

700 words written today -- woof, I have been absolutely exhausted and absolutely out of it all day.  Just no energy at all until about 8 pm, terrible.  (My curse is that most of the time I tend to get livelier after the sun goes down, which is obviously somewhat problematic during the point in the year where the sun does not go down until quite late.)

Snippet from Of Home Near chapter 8.

Sherman turned up while Natasha and Steve were wrapping up the story of one of their STRIKE ops, which fortunately hadn’t involved anything so odd that Peggy and the Commandos would immediately write it off as nonsense.  It also involved Brock Rumlow making a fool of himself, to Natasha’s private satisfaction.  Rumlow was a former Navy SEAL, which meant that after Steve and Natasha had explained what the SEALs were – they wouldn’t be founded for another seventeen years, though the Commandos had trained with their predecessors at the Scout and Raider School in Virginia – the Commandos were happy to take Steve’s obvious dislike of Rumlow as normal inter-service rivalry rather than inquiring too closely about specifics.

One of the more frustrating but rather petty things about Rumlow turning out to be Hydra was that he and Steve had actually gotten on well enough that Natasha had begun cherishing the hope that Steve might unbend enough to make a real friend.  She also suspected that Rumlow had wanted into Steve’s pants, but that hadn’t been going anywhere either. She was never going to tell Steve about that.

Sherman bounded up to their table with his camera in hand and said, “You’re not dancing!”

Peggy, on her second whiskey, said, “Oh, it’s you.”

Steve looked at Sherman with some alarm. “What?”

He brandished the camera. “I want to get some shots of you and Mrs. Rogers on the dance floor.”

#daily fic snippet #iw time travel concept

[silver-fox-steve-bang]

Week Three Masterlist

And thus, the last of our fantastic Silver Fox Steve works have arrived. Thank you to everyone who participated. This has been so much fun and we can't wait to do it again.

Check out all the works celebrating Silver Fox Steve in our AO3 Collection! Be sure to kudo and leave lots of love on these amazing works.

Week Three Works:

Swimming in Desire by @sebbys-mama featuring art by @elkleggs

When Bucky decides to learn how to swim, Sam hooks him up with retired Navy SEAL, Steve Rogers. Little did Bucky know, that Steve was the Silver Fox of his dreams.

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Home by @plutosrose featuring art by @angelicalslayer

After defeating Thanos, Steve sets off on a new mission.

Elsewhere, Agent James Barnes of the Time Variance Authority is part of the hunt to track down the rogue Captain Rogers.

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Lies and Evasions by @buckybarnesdeservestobehappy featuring art by britbrit99

He’s the fist of Hydra, and his current mission is to acquire specific pieces of art that, when sold on the black market, fund the activities of the nefarious organization. Although his handlers give him a specific list of works to steal, one statue catches his attention, and he snatches it in the raid. It’s old—ancient, possibly—and he’s obsessed. As time passes, the statue becomes his closest friend and so much more.

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Golden by @christywantspizza featuring art by Emmatheslayer

Looking in the mirror, Steve touched the lace fabric hugging his hips, smiling at how soft it looked on his large body. Yes, he'd made the right choice, softness was exactly what his Bucky deserved that night. Now, at fifty years old, Steve was confident not only in his image, but in himself as well, in his value, his worth and how he was deserving of happiness. But it hadn’t always been this way.

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i could have chained your heart to a star by @stuckyflangst featuring art by @koipondering

Steve Rogers came out of the ice in 1965. Almost thirty years later he discovered Bucky Barnes had survived, and it seemed like a chance for a new beginning. But when Bucky say that he doesn't want Steve in his life anymore, Steve has to forge a life without Bucky. Now, in 2025, two aging supersoldiers find themselves back in Brooklyn, reconnecting.

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A Leap Begins by @dontcallmebree featuring art by Espressosaur

In the summer of ’03, Maria’s kid comes home with a friend. James Barnes is a junior, charming and polite and smiling a grin of perfect teeth. Steve spends the entire drive to Tony’s welcome home dinner listening to Maria not-so-carefully tiptoe around Steve’s extended stay and the unpleasant news of his divorce. Instead of placating Tony with assurances that he’s still more than welcome to spend time with his soon-to-be ex-wife, however, Steve is much too busy trying not to let his eyes linger on their—second—houseguest. It’s been a while since Steve’s let himself look, and Bucky almost seems like a cruel twist of fate. Steve finds himself on the rough side of a midlife crisis when Bucky Barnes waltzes into his life.

And be sure to give Espressosaur's work some love and retweets HERE!

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Just Call Me Up (You Know I'll Always Be There) by @wolfnprey featuring art by @thedamageofherdays

Steve's met outside of the apartment building by a sleek town car. It's not always the case; he rarely gives out his real address and depending on the client, he could meet them by subway or taxi or whatever they want that caters to the fantasy they're paying for. Steve doesn't judge any of his clients regardless. Everyone is missing something in their lives and he's simply giving them time to finally have it. Companionship isn't always easy to come by. He never lets them feel ashamed about that.

Be sure to check out @thedamageofherdays artwork for the fic HERE!

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Kiss me like you mean it by @allegedlyann featuring art by @burnin-brighter

Bucky’s plan for the summer was to travel across Italy while working remotely as a computer scientist for Stark Industries. But somehow he finds himself on a yacht pretending to be the sweetheart of the ‘allegedly’ retired Steve Rogers. Between the silver hair, flirtatious banter, and the stupid speedos the man liked to wear, Bucky was trying not to let the thirst and feelings drown him in the Mediterranean sea. Meanwhile, Zemo just wanted to relax after a job well done. Honest!

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Older, Not Wiser by @late-to-the-party-81 featuring art by @koipondering

Having finally accepted promotion to a desk job, Commander Rogers of SHIELD, formally Captain America, is actually looking forward to semi-retirement now he’s in his 40’s. What he doesn’t anticipate is a whole SHIELD team being massacred on return from a covert mission, and him being asked to look after the only surviving witness, attractive barista Bucky Barnes. He hasn’t felt attraction this strong since his previous relationship ended tragically. Bucky was already trying to get over a personal trauma, when his life is turned upside down again, and he ends up the sole survivor of a mass shooting. He’s put into witness protection, and completely unprepared to come face to face with his childhood crush, and cause of his gay awakening, Steve Rogers. Now he’s under the personal protection of this absolute silver fox, and his head is spinning. When circumstances force the pair to go off-grid and hide from those who wish to silence Bucky, the tension between them ramps up. Can these two broken men find a way to heal with each other?

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That's the end folks! Thank you to everyone who participated and we hope to see you all again when Round 2 happens (announcement on that coming soon)!

#silver fox steve bang #sfs22 #sfs bang 2022 #silver fox steve #silver fox steve rogers #sfs masterlist #sfs week 3 posting

[themculibrary]

Bottom!Bucky Masterlist

1960s Avengers Sweatshirt (ao3) - plutosrose steve/bucky E, 3k

Summary: One night, Bucky runs into the eccentric hipster he's been pining after at his frat's house party.

A Better Love Deserving Of (ao3) - Haepherion steve/bucky E, 2k

Summary: Steve's kisses are gentle, sweet. They taste like forgiveness, maybe. Love maybe. Bucky pulls away before he can let himself enjoy it too much, but the soft feel of Steve's lips send tingles of pleasure up his spine.

Big Mouth (ao3) - melonbutterfly steve/bucky E, 6k

Summary: And Steve gets this look on his face, the one that means he's going to clench his fingers in Bucky's hair and push him to his knees, make him follow through on what he's been teasing with all day, tongue literally in his cheek, except they're in public, sitting on a park bench, goddamn green grass all around them and that's the last thing Steve is gonna do here.

Bucky aims to misbehave, so Steve takes him home

Bucky Doesn’t Like Beds (Until He’s Convinced Otherwise) (ao3) - BowieBond sam/bucky E, 3k

Summary: Sam convinces Bucky to sleep in the hotel bed this time instead of on the floor.

Every Minute of Every Day (ao3) - orphan_account steve/bucky N/R, 5k

Summary: He just wants his friend back.

Full Service Firm (ao3) - HandsAcrossTheSea steve/bucky E, 3k

Summary: What kind of partner would Steve be, if he didn't try to meet Bucky's needs?

Lightning Strikes Twice (ao3) - HaniTrash bucky/steve/thor E, 6k

Summary: Steve, Bucky and Thor get sex pollened on a mission. That's it. That's the fic. (AKA the A/B/O sex pollen threesome that nobody asked for)

nothing but blue skies from now on (ao3) - bisamwilson sam/bucky E, 5k

Summary: Sam and Bucky don't have sex on their wedding night.

They manage to make up for it.

Parade Rest (ao3) - caleprwrite steve/bucky E, 12k

Summary: Bucky can be a cranky asshole, but Pepper knows best just what he needs. Bucky will get it whether he likes it or not. And he'll say thank you. Enter Steven Grant Rogers, Massage Therapist and friend to Pepper Potts.

Spoiler Alert - Bucky likes it. A lot.

returning (ao3) - yasgorl steve/bucky E, 1k

Summary: It’s the middle of the night but he's been awake for hours, missing Steve like a full body ache thrumming through his veins, every night losing another hour to his need.

Say His Name (ao3) - helens78 bucky/john E, 3k

Summary: John Walker just got a new job assignment, and he wants to celebrate by finding someone who wants it really, really rough. He finds someone on a hookup app, and for once, it's someone who can take everything he can dish out. And it's not like John cares if the guy's a combat vet with a prosthetic arm he's hiding under a leather jacket and gloves.

Self-Control Wasn't Part of the Super-Serum Package (ao3) - abelrunner steve/bucky E, 3k

Summary: Steve would love to be able to finish a sparring match with Bucky, but Bucky has other ideas about what is a proper use of their off-time. Steve doesn't argue much.

Shouldn't Have Assumed (ao3) - helens78 sam/bucky E, 6k

Summary: There's no way a man with the kind of soft touch Sam Wilson has could ever do all the brutal things Bucky wants somebody to do, and this is what Bucky tells himself every time he stays over, every time he borrows a toothbrush and gets into Sam's shower, every time he jerks himself off under hot water, resenting every single stroke and the ridiculously-nice-smelling shower gel he uses to do it, too.

Skin Deep (ao3) - wilddragonflying steve/bucky M, 3k

Summary: Yet another failed double date and the aftermath.

Swimming in Desire (ao3) - elkleggs, sebbys_mama steve/bucky E, 7k

Summary: When Bucky decides to learn how to swim, Sam hooks him up with retired Navy SEAL, Steve Rogers. Little did Bucky know, that Steve was the Silver Fox of his dreams.

#themculibrary #bucky barnes #smut #sex tw #bottom!bucky #bottom!bucky masterlist #masterlists

[cool-sepulchre]

Steve Rogers is just okay

I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Navy Seals, and I’ve been involved in secret raids on Al-Quaeda, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in gorilla warfare and I’m the top sniper in the entire US armed forces. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my words. You think you can get away with saying shit to me over the Internet? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my network of spies across the USA and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot

#you come in to MY house

[ghostthathaunts]

The Barton Sniper Chapter 1: Coming home

Levi is portrayed by Aaron Rodgers

Story takes place a little after age of ultron!

Go check out the story on Wattpad @ghostthathaunts if you want to see the face claims of my OCs

Driving down the little old country road was overwhelming just in itself. But, to make matters worse her best friend was humming annoyingly in the passenger seat to an equally annoying song.

The two of them had left the airport a little over an hour ago, and to say that her nerves were getting to her was an understatement. This would be the first time in three years that she had been home, her parents believing her lies when she would tell them that she was studying abroad.

Her friend, known as LJ, however thought that her parents knew what she was doing all these years, and he couldn't have been more wrong.Growing more irritated by the second with the humming and the song combined she aggressively switched off the radio. Returning her eyes to the road, out of her peripheral vision she saw her companion reaching over to turn the radio back on.

Letting out an irritated huff, through clenched teeth she murmured, “LJ Ryker, if you so much as turn that fucking radio back on you'll be sorry.” She felt a sense of satisfaction when she saw him gulp out of fear. That all lasted for about 30 seconds before she heard him start tapping on the side of the door.“Levi Jude Ryker!! Can you just freaking sit there and stay quiet for 2 fucking minutes?!?”.

Confused at her sudden outburst he looked at her not knowing what to say, so he just settles with, “The hell's your problem Casey-Joyce Barton?! You've been in a bitchy mood ever since we landed!”

“I know I…. LJ im sorry, I'm not trying to take my frustrations out on you.. Its just i haven't seen. them in so long and I'm scared,” she murmured the last part under her breath while tugging at her Navy Seals uniform collar.

Reaching over and grabbing one of her hands out of sympathy he whispered for her to pay attention to what he was saying, “CJ your parents are going to be damn proud of you! How many parents can say that their daughter is one of the best snipers in the military?! Girl they're going go be so fucking impressed and proud of you!”

Taking a deep shaky breath she pulled her jeep over on the side of the road. By now they were only 5 minutes away from the farm house. “LJ, I…. I gotta tell you something,” she turned in the driver's seat fully facing her friend.

“Hey come on you know you can tell me anything.”

Looking straight into his eyes she saw nothing but compassion, raking a shaky hand over her face she whispered, “They don't know that I'm a Navy Seal Levi…”

“What??”

“I said they..”

He cut her off with a wave of his hand and stared at her intently, “No, no i fucking heard you. What the hell do you mean they don't know you're a Navy Seal?! What do they think you've been doing this whole damn time?!”

By now her eyes were starting to tear over out of fear and guilt, “They um.. they think that I've been in college and studying abroad,” when she looked back in her friends eyes all she saw was disappointment.

“Jesus CJ.. Im… I’m at a loss for words,” he took a hold of both of her hands forcing her attention on him, “but.. you're my best friend, and as shocked as I am I'm not going to leave your side through this mess.. You hear me?”

All she gave was a silent nod of the head, buckled back up and took the jeep back on the road. Those 5 minutes went by faster than she would have liked, when she pulled into the house road her nerves went through the roof when she noticed how many vehicles were parked.

LJ was in awe at the 5 cars that were parked in front of the house,” Do they know you're coming home and called family or something?”

“Nope,” popping the p as she said the word,” judging by that fancy ass car over there it belongs to none other than Tony Stark,” she pulled up to a clear space, pulled her jeep in and parked.

“Well… you ready kid?”

“No not really,” giving a humorless chuckle

“Ummm you don't have much of a choice now”

“Wh…” the word died in her throat as she saw everyone come out of the house and onto the porch “Shit..”

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[geminixevans-stan]

Clean it up

Hi! @syntheticavenger

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Black Reader

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, dub bcon elements, explicit language, smut

A/N: This shorty knows violence ♥ Wuv you! 😚

One look… one look at him and it was all it took to seal your fate for the night.

It was the premiere of the Avenger’s biopic and everyone who’s anyone came out in attendance. You traced the red carpet, thin heels sinking into the plush material as interviews were going underway.

The moment a new guest arrived, you were ushering them into where they needed to be seen or seated. This was normal for you but, this night would surely be one you would remember.

His cerulean orbs met your before the rest of him did, eying you like you were the only one in sight. Blonde locks slick to the back, beard neatly trimmed as he donned a navy blue suit that only made his eyes pop more.

Unlike the others, he waited patiently for you to finish before it was his turn to be escorted by you, nodding his head and keeping his eyes locked on your swaying hips. You felt the heat of his stare but professionalism was your top priority.

But as you got him to the cutoff point, he looked to the stairs and then back you, parting his lips to show his full set of teeth, “I’ll see you soon?” he questions. It seemed more of a promise than anything in tone and he waited for you to answer, you nodded and bid Steve Rogers a good night.

So how in the world was your dress bunched up, stockings torn at the seams, and a supersoldier cock splitting you open in an empty meeting room no less?

His fingers pressed into your hips in a bruising grip, snapping his hips against yours as he clamped a hand over your mouth.

“Told you I’d be seeing you real soon pretty girl,” he grunts knocking into you harder with each wail that hit his palm.

Hot tears fell from down your cheeks, your body betraying you in the worst ways as your slick coated his length.

He slipped his hand from your mouth down to your throat pulling you up to his chest as his pounding into your quivering wet hole never stops.

“I hate these things,” he pants against your ear, “This sweet pussy wrapped around my cock is all I need,” dropping his hand and circling your clit, the coil snapping faster than you can register as you let out the most animalistic scream, gushing over his cock and ruining his pants.

His strokes faltered, breathing laboring in your ear until he stilled, feeling the warmth bloom inside your core, coating your insides with his seed.

You both stayed silent for a brief moment before hearing a slight tsk coming from his lips.

“You ruined my pants doll,” he growls lowly, pushing you off and turning you around. “Clean this mess up,” he orders before pushing you down to your knees….

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Title: mortal bodies, timeless souls

Author: Galka B. @mebut-happy​ [AO3] [Twitter]

Artist #1: @kocuria​ [AO3] [Twitter]

Artist #2: Thorinacornshield [AO3]

Rating: Explicit

Pairings: Captain America Steve Rogers/Modern Bucky Barnes

Tags/Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply, Not Canon Complian, Bucky Barnes-centric,  Bucky Barnes, Suicidal Ideation, Bearded Steve Rogers, Bisexual Steve Rogers, Bisexual Bucky Barnes, Post-Serum Steve Rogers, Eventual, Smut, Top Steve Rogers, Bottom Bucky Barnes, Switching, Mission Fic, brief mention of past suicide attempt, blink and you miss it - Freeform, Canon Divergence - Post-Avengers (2012), Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Alternate Universe - Military, Navy SEAL Bucky Barnes, Slow Burn, Top Bucky Barnes, Bottom Steve Rogers, Post-Serum Bucky Barnes, BAMF Bucky Barnes

Summary:

Half a decade ago, after the fall of SHIELD and the release of all HYDRA files, Steve Rogers, AKA Captain America, teamed up with the Navy SEALs to track down leads as they decrypt all of it. 

 For the last three years, Master Chief Petty Officer James Barnes has been the leader of the team following Captain America into the jaws of death time and time again. 

 After all this time, it's become hard to remember why Bucky hated Steve in the first place - but it's always easier to push him out. 

Until it's not.

Fic Masterpost:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32427850

Art Masterpost:

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Come Hell Or Highwater: Part 2

“We can start from the beginning, from when you first left the campus.” Did he introduce himself already?

Did he tell you his name?

Did you remember what he said or when he had even come into the room?

You were lost in your mind, you were distracted by your torrid thoughts barraging your nerves with the constant reminder that you previously had blood on your hands. You swore you could still feel the eerie warmth and the way it seemed to stick to your skin.

You could remember it all as it had just happened, from the smell of dank moisture that crept into your senses to the feel of wet concrete below your knees as you tried to help him. You can remember crawling out of your hiding place with adrenaline coursing through your body.

But you couldn’t remember his name.

You couldn’t remember asking for water or getting water. You couldn’t remember using so many tissues as you sat across the lawyer in this room, or why your voice was so hoarse. It was a blur, it felt like a blur to you, and yet you could remember the scene you happened upon while trying to do something nice for your roommate.

You could remember the phone falling from your hand when one of the officers at the station told you that the man the ambulance had taken to the hospital had died from someone screwing with his IV. You could remember the panic and fear, even the chill of the leather seat in the police cruiser as they escorted you to the station to answer a few more questions.

That had all been a lead-up to the moment you were transported further and set into this room, under the watchful eye of some federal agents since you were the only living witness to the crime that wouldn’t be completely unsolved.

You were the only living person who could have aided the case against someone you had never heard of, the man who ordered the hits had assumed it had gone off without a hitch until it was reported that someone was still living and someone was a witness.

It was just the two of you in the room although there was an audible and video motion capture camera hanging on the ceiling that was watching you. The room was bare and seemed dim despite the bright lights that beat down on the two of you.

You found yourself unable to focus on anything but the piercing blue eyes that were fixated upon you, the colour striking and bold. You couldn’t have been sure if you remembered his name correctly but those eyes…

“Y/N, I want you to know that you’re safe here. You’re safe.” He reminded you twice before, constantly reassuring you that nothing and nobody was going to harm you while you were here. His reassurance was stalwart and steady, it was as ironclad as you could have expected, almost as if it was his creed to keep you shielded.

“What’s gonna h-happen to me?” You were on the verge of tears again, your breath hitching in your throat as hot stinging tears obscured your vision.

You had wiped your tears and drew your hands back to the table, rubbing your fingertips over any wall scratch or chip that you could find.

Your mind was both your ally and your enemy, the testimony of that night was engrained and vividly being replayed in your mind over and over, and yet another part of your brain was telling you that you were going to meet your end. “I don’t want to die-“

“You’re not going to die,” he reached forward and rest his hand upon yours, his gaze soft and protective, “you’re not going to die. I promise you’re going to be safe.”

Your bottom lip trembled. Your breath had become strained and you turned suddenly in your seat, facing away from him as you bit down on your bottom lip to stop yourself from letting every verbal sound fall from your tongue.

You were riddled with fear, you were in a violent cycle of panic and anxiety, and the resulting surge of emotional weakness was grating to you. You didn’t know what to say or how to react, all you could feel was the acid in your stomach churning as if you were going to succumb to the feeling of nausea.

“Look at me, Y/N. You need to look at me so I can tell you what’s happening.” His voice was like honey, smooth and sultry. Slowly you turned to look at him through blurry vision and with your hands balled into your sweater, knuckles tucked under your chin.

“You’re going into the Witness Protection Program, you’re going to be relocated. There are two agents who are going to take you somewhere safe. There’s a whole story contrived and created to protect you and not raise suspicions about the three of you in one house.”

“I don’t…” You angled your head and wiped your cheek against your shoulder, the trail of tears that had rolled down your cheeks and neck had almost been dried before your latest bout. “What kind of place is this?”

“You’ll be moving there under the guise of a polyamorous marriage. It’s an easy way to explain two men and a young woman moving in together, no one will ask questions. No one would think anything of this situation you’ll be in.” His voice never wavered from comforting or supportive, his eyes had never once lost their comforting lustre or empathy, even as he dove into the explanation of what your temporary future would be and you were left feeling conflicted, he was kind.

His eyes, which you had been so enthralled by, had remained as light as when he first sat down. He had given you his entire attention, focusing and fixating everything on you. There had only been one instance when he stepped away to take a phone call, and even then he kept a watchful eye on you from across the room.

You were in and out of thought, either completely silent or quietly stewing and mumbling to yourself, a clear divide between acceptance of the mess you were caught in and disbelief.

“Y/N,” he spoke again after a bought of quietude, pushing his chair back to stand, “we have to go. They’re ready for you.”

The chair scraped against the floor with a sound that made your ears hurt, the squeal reminiscent of nails on a chalkboard and you’d visibly winced. You tried not to recreate the same sound when you pushed the chair out from under the table between you, your eyes flickering toward the movement you caught through the window of the room.

“I promise,” Andy stopped you from moving too far, holding you in place with his sturdy and husky rasp, “you are going to be okay.”

A knock sounded on the door, the rapping of knuckles was another indicator that your life was going to be uprooted and held in someone else’s hands. You were going to have to put your trust and faith, your entire future, into the people destined to keep you hidden and safe from the clutches of whatever devil wanted you dead.

“Ari, Steve.” Andy had greeted two men across the threshold of the room, standing at a half angle toward you, allowing the two guards you’d be relying on to get their first look at you.

You took in the stock of the men, you took in the similarities with wonder and mild confusion. You were already rattled, your mind already seemingly frayed and debilitated by what screwed-up mess you were in, and it had taken you longer than you would’ve liked to realize that they were almost direct carbon copies of each other.

“You’re triplets.” You mumbled, clutching the sleeves of your sweater as if it was some kind of comfort or shield for you to cling to, and your stipulating statement was confirmed correct with a nod from Andy.

With few differences like one of the triplets having a clean face while the other two had beards, and the man with a clean face having more blonde in his hair than not and the same blonde having more green, they were almost like clones of each other.

Although Andy appeared to be the smallest in physical size, he was no less tall than his brothers and the three of them had conductively made you feel like a rag doll compared to them.

“We have to leave,” the blonde spoke, holding the door open further for you, “Andy we’ll see you in a few weeks.”

You couldn’t stop staring at the ring on your finger, the foreign piece of jewellery carried weight that you hadn’t expected and it was with silence that you’d observed and studied the object. It was simple and minimalist, the metal carved and formed to look like branches made of rose gold that extended to the claws holding the gem that was at the centre of the ring.

The claws were set in forms of three all equally spaced around the centrepiece, holding it into place securely, giving the ring an ornate and unique design. It was smooth against the pads of your fingers as you played and toyed with one of the pieces given to you as part of this grand act you would be required to keep up.

The ring was just part of it, a small detail as you crossed into the unknown with the two men who were agents part of the witness protection agency. They were ex-Navy SEALs and had done tours in some of the most dangerous and deadly territories in the world, completing missions that were more than your imagination could handle.

They were your protection as you fled to a small polyamorous town to be shielded until you could face trial as a witness, the two of them would be your only hope in avoiding death by whatever means this faceless phantom had wanted for you.

You didn’t even know who was after you, you didn’t even know the man who ordered the hits that had wiped out two lives. You had only bared witness to the men who committed the crime and the orders that came from above their station were like a faceless monster hiding in the closet.

Steve, Ari and Andy knew although they wouldn’t tell you. They wouldn’t give you any notion of who wanted to eliminate you, and you wondered if it was because you were already dealing with enough as it was.

“You can ask later.” The statement given to you by Ari, the eldest of the three, had been a directive to what was temporarily hidden from you.

It was one of the few things they had said to you before you were given the keys to an older truck that would take you from the city to whichever small town you were destined for.

The truck itself was unassuming and heralded rust spots near the bumper and the wheel wells, giving the truck an aged appearance that wasn’t captivating enough to draw attention. You didn’t know much about vehicles beyond the basics, and you had no detailed opinions on the transportation that was part of the overlying picture.

To you it was another token that added to this story they were trying to convey, it was as fake as the passport and identification you had been given while your real ID was kept safe or destroyed. It was as false as the ring on your finger, as the marriage certificate that legally bound you to Steve and the ‘open relationship’ you were in with Ari and Andy.

For the time being, you would be putting on act. For the time being while you were under their protection, you were settled in this polyamorous relationship and your performance in this situation would either aide their efforts to keep you safe, or it would be one of the things that tore you apart.

“Ari’s back.” Steve’s voice had pulled you from your daze and your hands fell back to the seat, fingers gripping the seam when the other statuette man started walking back to the vehicle from the doors of the gas station.

His eyes were focused, his head was tucked ever so slightly to keep his face as disguised as possible from the cameras that had been set up for security in the parking lot. His long strides had brought him back to the driver’s side of the vehicle, before opening the door he had looked to the left and the right as another security measure.

The door popped open and he tossed one of the bags back to Steve without a word, a seamless action that didn’t require much thought. The plastic bag was snatched in one fell swoop and set on the seat beside him, tucked between the duffle bag behind your seat and his right thigh.

“I got you something to eat, I didn’t know what you wanted.” Ari had stolen your attention off of Steve by holding out another plastic bag for you to take, the thin material weighed down by a bottle of water and a container with a whole sandwich held between the folds of the container.

You reached out and grasped the handles of the bag, bringing it toward yourself with uncertainty, and then you rest it in your lap. You peered at the contents inside, studying the generic label on the water bottle and the nutrient contents of the simple ham sandwich with a lack of hunger that didn’t do much for you.

“Thanks.”

“You should eat something.” Steve leaned forward as he spoke, his fingers folding the handle of the bag down to peer inside. “There’s not much, you need to eat.”

“Is that an order?” You ripped the bag away from his, snapping at Steve with sudden and biting fire that was rooted in your helplessness. “Are you ordering me-“

“You haven’t eaten all day. We still have hours to go.” Steve hadn’t reacted with anger or aggression, he had almost seemed to absorb your anger and your irritation with ease, and not a single beat of retaliation had come from him. “You’re not doing yourself any favours-“

“I didn’t ask for this. I don’t want…” You yanked the bag into your lap and turned away, your eyes trained and fixated on the pillars of the gas station as Ari began pulling away, the rumble of the engine not overshadowed by the quiet crooning of the voice on the radio.

Music played as silence had fallen between the three of you again.

It had been a relatively quiet trip, even between the two who had switched out driving halfway through the trek. They made conversation with each other at times but you had never felt the need to enter into it. You seemed to be happier in your silence and quietude, thinking endlessly about your life and what you had to leave behind.

“I know you’re scared,” Steve spoke again, his voice and his attention on you even if you weren’t giving him the time of day, “Ari and I are going to keep you safe. This is our job.”

“I shouldn’t have done it, I should’ve told my roommate no. If I would’ve said no…if I would’ve gone straight home…” You whispered to yourself, your hands twisting the plastic bag while you watched the scenery morph from slight urbanization to rural again.

It was a far cry from the city, a far cry from the constant noise and steady stream of traffic and people who were involved with each other’s lives whether they knew it or not.

The concrete streets and steely buildings had given way to nature and greenery, to the dense and towering pillars of mountainous terrain that would be your home for the unforeseeable future. You were put in a position where you had to trust Steve, Ari and Andy because if you hadn’t you would end up dead.

“Y/N, this is not your fault.” Ari had relayed his own message of comfort and reached out with his hand to rest it on yours. “None of this is your fault.”

You bit down on the inside of your cheek and screwed your eyes closed. It was all playing out in your mind, relaying over and over again like a broken record. You were the cause of your own breakdown, or at least it had felt that way.

“You need to eat,” Steve’s voice was thick as honey and as comforting as a warm blanket, his directive sinking into your bones with a gentle demand, “do you need help opening anything?”

“No,” you reached into the bag and yanked the sandwich out, using your nails to tear the sticker off the enclosure, “I can do it.”

You returned to silence as you lifted one half of the sandwich out of the plastic, nibbling on the bread while the radio played in the background. You ate like they wanted, taking your time while feeling their eyes on you occasionally, their steady gazes delivering a sense of warmth and resignation that staved off some of the chill in your bones.

“We promise, sweetheart.” Your teeth dug into your cheek when Steve whispered a vow to you.

You knew you had to get used to the pet names that were standard for any relationship, you knew that when you arrived at this new place, people would be expecting you to be in love and recently married. It wouldn’t help your cause if you flinched or reacted negatively when they addressed you as their wife.

“We’re all here for you.”

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My Boys

Chapter 12

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11  Chapter 13 Chapter 14

Pairings: Steve Rogers X Reader (Best Friend) Bucky Barnes X Reader

Word Count: 2420

Warnings: Slight bit of swearing

Summary: After being abandoned by her parents in Brooklyn in 1929, y/n makes a living for herself by working for the Црни лабуд gang until she meets two boys in a back alley and her life slowing begins to change.

Eyup My loves! Soo How’s your week been? Good I hope, so a bit of news for you all, there’s only  two/three more chapters left till this book is finished and then we’ll be moving onto (Drum roll) The First Avenger! Woooo! I hope you’re all as excited as I am. Anyways without anymore rambling, I give you chapter 12, enjoy!

So I can safely say that the rest of the week passed pretty quickly, with only a few ‘minor’ incidents, one of em being a massive food fight caused by yours truly and Steve getting himself stuck in the basement for 2 hours after seeing, and I quote ‘a possessed girl dressed as undead batman’.

I still haven’t told him that was me….oops

Apart from that it was pretty normal, cut to today where I’ve been blessed with the task of lookin’ after my best girl for Buck’s parents anniversary whilst they go into the city to celebrate, I mean it’s the least I could do for em. Plus, the last time the lads were trusted with lookin’ after Becca, Buck’s parents came home to the entire house covered in flour with Becca laughin’ at em cause they managed to lock themselves in a cupboard. We had to call the fire department to get em outta there.

Anyways, we kicked the boys outta the house so Becca and I could have a girls day in, now don’t get me wrong I absolutely adore this girl and I would practically do anything for her.

“Y/n can we play princesses please?! Mama got some dresses from our cousin we can wear!”

I can literally feel my soul burning right now. I honestly tried to say no, there’s nothing more I hate more that being forced into them things but one look into her bright little eyes made all my resistance die away and so I uttered the words that sealed my doom. “Of course, Becs only if we can have a tea party in em”. So here we are, me in a navy style party dress, lace covered my arms and the hem of the sweetheart neckline resting just on my collarbone,  the knee length satin skirt covered my legs.

Honestly, I wasn’t as bad I thought it were gonna be, I even let my hair outta the classic ponytail it’s always in so Becca could style it a tiny bit, to her credit she did a decent job. My h/c locks fell in small waves across my back, with the longer strands near my face tucked behind my ears and Becs even convinced me to pop on some of her mama’s makeup. Now I ain’t a fool, I know makeup’s pretty expensive and only let her pop on a shimmery light gold eyeshadow and some tinted lip balm, much to her disappointment I confiscated the mascara, I refused to let that death stick near my eyeballs.

Becca looked absolutely adorable, we’d managed to find her dance dress from last year and it suited her down to the ground. Baby pink lace covered her arms up to her wrist, the middle part had little gems dotted here and there with a pink satin ribbon separating the skirt from the top, from the looks of it the skirt was made outta some layered netting that poofed outwards when she span around. Don’t ask me how but I managed to wrap some ribbons in her braids and added a lil tiara on the top of her head and if you’d asked me, she looked like a real-life princess to me.

“So, your highness, what would one prefer to do? Would one like to have tea in the parlour or waltz in the ballroom?” my attempt at the British accent was apparently appalling, judging by the level of giggles coming outs Becca’s mouth. Eventually she calmed down enough to give me an answer “I think a waltz would be most fun lady y/n” she said in an equally bad accent. Slowly a smile spread across my face as I moved over to the record payer, I didn’t even pay attention to which one I put on before I turned back to Becca and offered her my hand, lowering myself into a bow that looked like a squid tryin’ to tap dance. Very elegant I know.  

You’d think after the past few weeks I’d been with the Barnes family, I’da got used to being tackled by the siblings, but alas I am surprised every-time, hence why I’m on the floor with a hyperactive 4 year old sat on top of me. Becca’s giggles filled the entire room, she quickly got off me and started jumping around to the sound of the jumpin’ jive and leaving me to slowly die on the floor, for all of 5 seconds before she yanked my arm outta my socket to get me dancing with her. I swear this girl isn’t even human, one second she’s sweet and delicate the next she’s bulldozing people to the ground and pullin’ em to the next life, I mean she’s 4 she shouldn’t be that strong!

Thank the lord she’s adorable. Quickly the music took over my mind, my feet moving along to the music, Becca was doin’ some twirls around me with the biggest smile on her face, I don’t know what made me do it but I grabbed her gently by the waist and spun us around in time to the music, her little arms reached into the air as we both laughed our heads off. Of course, me being me, I lost my balance and my butt suddenly met the sofa, with Becca landing next to me with a small yelp, it was quiet for all of 2 seconds before we burst out laughin’. Think it took us about 3 minutes before we calmed down, a comfortable silence fell between us, the music slowly faded to a stop as the record reached its end, and we stayed like this for a while before Becca broke the silence.

“Y/n, can you sing like mama? She don’t do it often cause it reminds her of my nana….” My eyes drifted over to Becs, her lil eyes dulled a little when she said it and now they were filled with a small glimmer of hope, and I really didn’t wanna be the reason for that light goin’ out. If I were being completely honest singin’ wasn’t something I ever wanted to do again, during my time with the Црни лабуд, singing was the only thing that made me feel like….well me I guess. It was the only sliver of light in so many years of darkness and once I was free from them I made myself a silent vow that I’d never do it again, that I was a new person. But one look in her little eyes was enough to make me break it. “I ain’t too bad, only know a couple of songs on the piano but I can try if you wanna”

Apparently Becca didn’t need to be told twice, in a flash of pink she was off to the other room, bellowing for me to follow her, I mean it ain’t like I gotta choice in the matter is it ? the sound of something hitting the floor in the room opposite me made me move even quicker (if that were even possible). Becca was stood in front of a oldish looking piano, a small bench was tuned over in front of her, and a white sheet was discarded on the floor next to her as she bounced up and down excitedly, I couldn’t help the smile on my face as I turned the bench over on it’s feet. Not even 2 seconds later Becca clambered up on it and looked at me with a bright smile, I swear she gets cuter every second like how does this happen ? I try it and I end up put away in a mental asylum.

“You got any requests princess ?” my legs carried me across the room and towards the seat, cracking my knuckles together and stretching out my fingers before turning to look at the younger lass, a look of concentration covered her face in response and it took her a few seconds to answer. “Dream a little dream of me ? think that’s what mama calls it” I swear I tried to stop the soft smile, but I really couldn’t help it this time. “sure sweetheart” and with that I hit the opening notes, the feeling of the keys under my fingertips were so familiar it was like no time had passed since I last played, I kept my voice soft and quiet as I sang. I think I was halfway through my second verse when I felt Becca cuddle into my side, she ducked her head under my arm and put her head in my lap, a soft yawn left her mouth as her eyes started to close to the sound of the music. It was at the end of the song that I looked at her again, soft snores escaped her mouth and her hand was grasping gently at the top of my skirt, I felt my heart melt even more that I thought possible, completely unaware of the small audience I’d gathered until a small cough came from behind me.

Aw shit…..

Bucky’s POV

If you’d told me a year ago, that after spending a couple of hours at Coney island with my best mate I’d come home to what must be an angels voice singing my sister to sleep. I’da never of believed ya, think you coulda imagined our confusion when me and Steve heard piano coming from the dining room. Steve shot me a look of pure bewilderment, and I couldn’t blame the guy to be honest, “thought you’d said your mama gave up piano couple a years ago”. I’m guessing my face mirrored his, cause I ain’t the slightest clue either, mama stopped playin’ years ago so who the heck could it be? “yeah she did bud, swore she’d never set her hands on it again…..”. I’m completely and utterly baffled at this point, where’s Y/n when ya need her ? she’d figure this out.

We both took a step towards the closed door, eager to know what the hell was going on when something stopped me, the sweetest sound I’d ever heard in my life sang along with the melody, I coulda sworn it sounded like the lullaby mama sang to us when we were kids. I guess I spent too long listening cause Stevie boy pushed past me and walked in, the sounds were so much clearer and more vibrant it felt like I’d died and gone to heaven right then and there. I couldn’t believe my eyes when I realised just who was creating this beautiful sound, there she was, sat in front of the piano as her fingers danced gracefully across the keys. Her voice, oh god her voice sounded like that of an angel, the weak afternoon sun shone over her hair and made her look even more angelic than humanly possible. I barely even noticed Becca asleep in her lap before Y/n finished her song and the ever-living pain in my ass decided to reveal that we were there. I mean he coulda chosen any other way of revealing our presence but no he had to let out the tiniest little cough, coulda got her back for the eyebrow incident….

Y/n literally went stiff as a board before she turned to look at us, her cheeks were red as a rose and a sheepish smile covered her face, it was only a couple of seconds after that both Steve and I noticed what she was wearing, he burst out laughin at her but me, I for once in my life couldn’t say a damn thing. She looked absolutely breath taking, her hair fell down in soft waves and framed her face, the shade of blue in her dress brought out the small flecks of green in her e/c eyes and brought out her hourglass figure. Her lips were drawn into a natural pout and it was that second it dawned on me she asked me somethin’….shit.  

“whaaaa…….” Nice one Bucky.

Steve, the lil punk, could barely stop himself laughin’, at some point he’d moved to take Becca off Y/n and stood behind y/n with his fist in his mouth to smother his laughter. My best friend ladies and gentlemen. If looks could kill he’d be 10 feet under right now.

“Buck ? I was askin’ if you were okay ?” Y/n’s face showed a tiny bit of confusion and much to my horror amusement, “YeAh I’m okay….” And just at the moment puberty strikes in the form of a voice crack, as if this weren’t embarrassing enough. At this point Steve was barely keeping it together, he had actual tears coming outta his eyes and went bright red in the face tryin’ to stop himsen laughing, in front of me y/n furrowed her eyebrows and did look genuinely concerned for my mental state. She didn’t say anything for a few seconds, just looked at me before she lifted her hand to my forehead and held it here for a minute, thank god Steve chose to leave the room before this or I’da never heard the end of it.

“You sure you’re okay, feelin’ a bit warm and ya actin weirder than usual Buck” okay quick say something before this gets even more embarrassing, first thing that pops into ya head in 3,2,1…

“Yeah I’m sure, think I ate somethin’ funky down at the pier, makin’ me real gassy”……why am I like this? Normally I can charm any girl of their feet but with y/n, I’ma bumbling mess.  She didn’t say a damn word, she just raised her eyebrows whilst a small smirk covered her face, before she turned and left me to have a very small breakdown underneath the dining table.

Meaning I let out a noise that sounded like a bear stubbing it’s toe in the middle of winter.

I thought my luck couldn’t get any worse, but nooo old lady luck decided today I needed a second helping, cause the second I did that Y/n walked back into the room. Brilliant. I was too busy stumbling over my words to processes what she was doin’, before I knew it she’d walked back to me and stood on her tip toes….then planted a small kiss on my cheek.

“You’re cute when you’re flustered Barnes”

And just like that, she left me with my jaw on the ground and heart beatin’ outta my chest, cause I’m starting to think that she was right. I’m sure as hell coming down with something, and I’m pretty sure it ain’t a regular ol’ bug…..

SOOO, if you got this far hope you enjoyed it, as always any feed back or constructive criticism is welcome, thank so much for reading and hope you have a great day/night/week.

lots of love

Rose xxx

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[pleasereadmycrap]

Time Gone By II

Pairing: Steve x Reader, Bucky x Reader

“You lied to me,” Steve huffed out as he stormed up to the bar.

“What?” Natasha asked, taken off guard by Steve's question and his sudden appearance. His face was red and puffy, and his eyes were glassy.

“She’s with him.”

“It wasn’t my place to tell you.”

“No, you just didn’t want to tell me!”

“Steve, calm down!” Nat said as she reached what was meant to be a soothing hand across the bar to rest it on his shoulder, but he just shook it off.

The party was in full bloom around them. People were streaming around them decked out in all their finery. It was like a perverted kind of last rights. They all knew of what was to come, but at least they could cover it up with makeup and pretty clothes for the night in an attempt to forget themselves.

Steve started to cry softly, a tear or two racing down his cheeks at a time. Natasha took notice, and poured him a drink before sliding it across the bar to him. He drank the entire thing in one swig without even wincing. He wasn’t even focused enough to feel it.

“You’ll be okay.”

“And what if I won’t? She was the best thing that ever happened to me, and I left her. Now, I have to watch her gallivanting around with my best friend!”

“They hardly gallivant.” Natasha joked.

“Nat!”

“What? You said it yourself; you left her. Now, get over it.”

“Shouldn’t you be a little more sympathetic?”

“I’m Russian. And you’re a soldier. Hell, you’re not even that. You’re a super soldier, and now you’re crying into your glass over a woman. You’ve seen some of life’s worst atrocities. You saw firsthand what Nazis did to people. You’ve fought the worst of the worst. You’ve seen and committed war crimes. You’ve been through a hell of a lot worse than a bad breakup, and you’re acting like a child. It’s pathetic, especially considering that you did this to yourself.”

“So you hate me now too?”

“I said that I had forgiven you, not that I wasn’t still mad.”

“Really, Nat? We’re gonna be fighting on the same team the day after next,” Steve said in his old team leader voice he used to order his fellow teammates around. He could see a slight shift in Natasha when she heard it. She froze and her eyes grew impossibly colder.

“I can bench my feelings. The question is can you?”

“I think I’m gonna turn in for the night.”

“That’s probably for the best.”

“See you tomorrow, Nat.”

When he reached his room, he sat on the bed for a while. Steve didn’t have the energy to take his suit off, so he just sat there, shoes still on and everything. He hadn’t even loosened his tie. He just stared out the window with unseeing eyes.

Everything that you had said was true. He had left, and he couldn’t change that, but he thought that you might have waited for him. It was a stupid notion, and he knew that, but somewhere along the way he got so wrapped up in being Captain America that he forgot to be Steve Rogers. He thought that you would wait around the way that his adoring public always did. Looking back on it, he had been neglectful, and not just when he left. Maybe you were better off with Bucky, but he couldn’t believe that. The two of you were soulmates. Maybe he didn’t treat you like it, but you were his everything.

He should just leave again after the battle. It was obvious that nobody around here needed or wanted him there. Hell, not even Sharon wanted him around anymore. He had no place to go.

He finally had the strength to ask the AI in his room to look up your file. Your smiling face showed up, projected on the window, so different than the one that he had seen tonight. It was the picture from your first day working at SHIELD. You were the handler for the Avengers. Prior to that you had done the same for the Navy SEALS. You had also graduated from Stanford, top of your class, with a degree in International Relations. Needless to say, you were qualified for the job. When Steve scrolled further down on your career achievements, he was confused. When had you become an official member of the Avengers? Training records were linked underneath, and he clicked on them. It read Combat Agent- trained by Natasha Romanoff. He scrolled down further and clicked on one of your training videos. You were sparring with Bucky, and it was clear that he wasn’t pulling his punches. Steve was surprised at how hard he was attacking you, and winced, terrified that you would be hurt. To be fair, you were getting in some good hits of your own. Suddenly, Bucky’s legs were undefended, forgotten in his efforts to defend himself from you, and you swept them out from under him. You pinned him to the floor, the two of you giggling madly in the video. You captured his lips in a passionate kiss right before the video cut off.

That image would be burned into his brain forever. He couldn’t describe the way that it hurt him to see that. If he could take it all back he would. Sometimes he wished that he was just a kid in Brooklyn again, before the serum, and the ice, and the Avengers.

Hell, even that seemed like so long ago. How many more wormholes had torn open the sky since that first one in New York so long ago. Back then it was just the six of them. Now, it seemed like the Avengers were no longer a team, but an army. You were just the latest.

He figured that although the party had ended, Nat would still be awake. She could never sleep easily. Although he was probably the last person she wanted to see right now, he needed to speak to her.

He walked down the hallway, after getting directions to her room, and knocked on her door quietly, in case she was asleep.

“Steve?” Natasha asked as she opened her door.

“When did you start training Y/N?”

“What?”

“I saw that she’s a ‘combat agent’ now,” he said, placing air quotes around the words.

“She is, and she earned that position,”Nat replied coldly.

“When?”

“Right after you left. She was upset, and she wanted to learn. Who was I to turn her down? Every woman has a right to learn to protect herself.”

“Why?”

“She didn’t have you to protect her anymore.”

“Is she going to be fighting the day after next?” Steve asked with increasing concern.

“She’ll stay in the palace and protect Shuri and the labs.”

“It’s too dangerous.”

“Her safety isn’t your concern, is it?”

“Dammit, Nat, of course I care about her safety!”

“So you cared about protecting her from halfway across the world?”

“Why does everybody have to keep bringing that up?”

“Because it showed your true priorities Steve, and they sure as hell aren’t us. Her safety is no longer your job. It’s Barnes’, and he’s more than up to the task because unlike some people he won’t just leave her,” Nat spat at him coldly.

“Can we just talk, Nat?”

“Come inside. I’ll pour us both a drink.”

Steve walked into Nat’s room and sat on her bed as she poured them both heaping glasses of vodka. Her movements were reserved and sharp, not the relaxed way they used to be when Natasha trusted him. She handed him the glass and folded herself tightly into the armchair across from the bed. Steve took a sip of his drink and gagged.

“You drink this swill straight?”

“I’m Russian,” she said, her explanation for everything. “What did you want to talk about?”

“You understand why I did it right?”

“I don’t know. I know you loved Peggy, but I couldn’t imagine leaving the only family I’ve known to chase after some figment of the past. So I’ll give you the chance to explain it to me.”

“When things were tough or I felt lost, I turned to her. She was my rock, the only thing that made sense to me in these uncertain times. She was the only thing that felt real anymore, so to think that I knew nothing about her, that I didn’t even know Sharon was her niece… it broke me.”

“That sucks, but you could’ve stayed. You could’ve talked to us. Why did you have to follow her?”

“I needed answers,” he said simply in response.

“Did you get any?”

“More questions than answers. You know, she discovered the Red Room. Peggy was the first to put it on SHIELD’s radar.”

“I know.”

“She knew a girl like you, but she was a little harder to reform, Dorothy Underwood.”

“Known as one of the program’s failures. Although, I suppose, so am I. Only the least skilled would ever be caught by SHIELD.”

“Did you ever get the chance to meet her?”

“Once. Fury didn’t like that Clint had brought back a stray until Peggy Carter stormed into the room. She was the one who demanded that I have a position at SHIELD. Without her, I wouldn’t have this family or this life.”

“Just another thing that I never knew about her.”

“There will always be some mystery about her. If there wasn’t she wouldn’t really be Peggy, would she, if that even was her real name?”

“Do you think that everybody will forgive me?” Steve asked as he looked up from his lap with fear etched in his eyes.

“I don’t know. You were fighting with Tony when you dropped everything, and then you just left your only remaining friends.”

“I can’t get her back, can I?” Steve asked, staring down at the glass in his hands.

“I honestly don’t know, but I don’t think you’d be right to try.”

“What are they like together? Y/N and Bucky?”

“He’s good to her, treats her the way she ought to be treated. She was shattered when you left, wouldn't talk, wouldn’t eat, nothing. He really picked up the pieces, put her back together. She’s his everything, now. I mean, you should see the way that he looks at her, like she hung the moon or something, and she’s good for him too. You know, he rarely has panic attacks anymore.”

“I’m happy for them,” Steve said with tears in his eyes.

“Steve-“

“No, I am really. It’s fine. They’re better off without me,” he said before racing out of the room.

He ran back into his own apartment, and collapsed onto his bed before sobbing into his pillow like a little boy. He fell asleep like that.

…

Steve woke up early the next morning, his face stiff with dried tears. Breakfast was already waiting outside his door. It was meager, just a bagel and some sausage, but it was to be expected. Today would be spent preparing for the battle tomorrow. Steve ate his breakfast quickly, and went for a brief run around the palace.

He stopped after a while and found a low wall to sit on. He watched the sun rise over the citadel. He thought back to last night and all that Nat had said. Bucky was better for you, and you two would be happy together. He had to give up. Resigned to his decision, he started to jog back towards the entrance to the palace. He knew that he had to apologize for his actions last night, and he was too impatient to wait until after he showered, so he jogged up to your room and knocked on the door hesitantly.

Hey,” he said nervously as the door swung open to see you standing behind it, still wearing your pajamas and a tired expression on your face. The one thing that hadn’t changed evidently was your reliance on coffee.

“What are you doing here, Steve?”

“I wanted to apologize for last night.”

“Ok.”

“I heard that you're an official part of the Avengers now. Congratulations.”

“Hey doll, who’s at the door?” Bucky called out as he entered the room, having just showered and wearing nothing but a towel. “Oh, hey Steve.”

“Oh, so you and Bucky are living together? That’s uh… that’s… you know, that’s just really great. Good for you two.”

“I don’t remember asking for your approval. What do you really want?”

“I told you,” he stammered quietly as Bucky came to stand beside you at the door, his features contorted with interest. “I wanted to apologize.”

“Well, you’ve done that,” you said before closing the door in his face.

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[super-marvellous-reads]

Masterlist - October 2020

Links to every single one of the amazing stories I’ve read in October 2020.

Summaries have been provided if the author has written one.

* 1 Oct: May I Request.....A Less Psychotic Trainer? by @imanuglywombat - Steve Rogers x Reader (Marvel). Summary: In the second addition of May I Request, life under the regime of one Steve Rogers, aka, everyone’s favourite blonde Captain, isn’t sunshine and roses. It’s kale and spirulina. And a whole lot of sexy inappropriate thoughts.

* 2 Oct: Blankets by @starryeyedstories - Marcus Pike x Reader (The Mentalist)

* 3 Oct: Three Hearts In A Tangle - Chapter 9 by @mariah-vg - Stucky x Reader (Marvel)

* 4 Oct: Free Time by @littlefreya - August Walker x Reader (MI: Fallout)

* 5 Oct: They’re Gone by @jayankles - John Winchester x Reader (Supernatural)

* 6 Oct: Hot Chocolate by @starryeyedstories - Din Djarin x Reader (The Mandalorian

* 7 Oct: May I Request.......A Time Machine? by @imanuglywombat - Steve Rogers x Reader (Marvel). Summary: In the third addition of May I Request, our reader is out on the mean streets of Harlem kicking ass and taking down names… well, rather, making out with Steve Rogers in bars and trying to infiltrate a weapons of mass destruction dealer. Life undercover isn’t all it’s cracked up to be and tension is mounting. Thank goodness Bucky Barnes is on hand to help out with alcohol. It’s a shame no one can hold their liquor.

* 8 Oct: Rainy Day by @starryeyedstories - Poe Dameron x Reader (Star Wars)

* 9 Oct: Hoodie Stealing by @mostly-marvel-musings - Tom Hiddleston x Reader (RPF)

* 10 Oct: Sundays by @littlefreya - Henry Cavill x Reader (RPF).  Summary: Henry loves lazy Sundays in bed with you

* 11 Oct: Decorate by @steves-on-a-plane - Tony Stark x Reader (Marvel).   Summary: Tony is up late one night working when he finds out that his wife, Reader is also still up. He finds her in the lab, working over some ideas for elaborate Halloween Decor.

* 12 Oct: Yours or Mine by @mrswhozeewhatsis - Sam Winchester x Reader (Supernatural). Summary: Y/N takes on a spell to save Sam.

* 13 Oct: Farmer’s Market by @starryeyedstories - Poe Dameron x Reader (Star Wars).  

* 14 Oct: Geralt & The New Horse by @queenxxxsupreme - Geralt x Reader (The Witcher)

* 15 Oct: Piss Me Off by @jayankles - Jake Peralta x Reader (Brooklyn 99)

* 16 Oct: The Navy Seal Makes A Splash by @jayankles - Steve McGarrett x Reader (Hawaii 5-0). Summary: You thought you were going to have a relaxing birthday, instead Steve enjoys teasing you.

* 17 Oct: Paper Thin by @thelastsock - Henry Cavill x Reader (RPF). Summary: Paper thin walls lead to an interesting result!

* 18 Oct: Secrets by @toomanystoriessolittletime - Henry Cavill x Reader (RPF)

* 19 Oct: Pantyhose by @arlaina28 - Peter Hale x Reader (Teen Wolf)

* 20 Oct: Car Trouble by @becs-bunker - Steve Rogers x Reader (Marvel).  Summary: You think your feelings for Steve are one sided, but when he quickly comes to your aid after some car trouble, you realise you might be wrong.  

* 21 Oct: Teach An Angel New Tricks by @jayankles - Castiel x Reader (Supernatural).  

* 22 Oct: I Had to See You by @toomanystoriessolittletime - August Walker x Reader (MI: Fallout).

* 23 Oct: Hidden Clues by @lovelycavills - Henry Cavill x Reader (RPF).  Summary: Henry has been leaving you with some pretty obvious clues, and in no time you found about it!  

* 24 Oct: I Love Making You Blush by @toomanystoriessolittletime - Tom Hiddleston x Reader (RPF)

* 25 Oct: Marry Me? by @fandomimagines1 - Peter Hale x Reader (Teen Wolf).   Summary: Peter had been madly in love with Y/N since he first came back to Beacon Hills and after finding his daughter Malia he knows exactly what he wants in life and all his plans include her.

* 26 Oct: Tony Stark Drabble by @oracle-written - Tony Stark x Reader (Marvel)

* 27 Oct: You Burned What? by @star-trekkin-across-theuniverse​ - Leonard McCoy x Reader (Star Trek).  

* 28 Oct: Adorable Asshole by @becs-bunker​ - Billy Butcher x Reader (The Boys).  

* 29 Oct: A Headache and A Broken Glass by @queenxxxsupreme​ - Sherlock Holmes x Reader (Sherlock).  Summary: When a case troubles your husband, you know just what will help him.

* 30 Oct: Let Me In by @janeykath318 - Jim Kirk x Reader (Star Trek).

* 31 Oct: Pumpkin Seeds by @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan - Bucky Barnes x Reader (Marvel). Summary: You and Bucky get ready for Halloween by carving pumpkins, toasting pumpkin seeds, and making pumpkin butter.

#Becca's Reblog Challenge

[samthemarvelfan]

Goodbyes: Chapter Nine

Summary: Ella Monroe is the Avengers newest recruit, handpicked by Steve Rogers himself. Indebted to him for reasons unknown, Cap pairs her up with Bucky Barnes. He is tasked with training her to relearn and hone the skills that have long since rusted. Bucky is cold and distant, and Ella can’t seem to break through the wall he’s built up for decades. He sees something in her though, and it scares him to death. Has the fate of these two strangers been sealed? …or will they always be longing…

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OFC

Warnings: A N G S T, Bucky is a dick, slow burn, alcohol, flirting, swearing...there was one more thing, now what was it...oh yeah SMUUUTTT.

A/N: Hey quarantine pals! I hadn’t planned to get this chapter up this early, but if it helps any of you escape the current situation we’re all in, then I’m all for it! Please enjoy! This chapter is a long one, but worth it, I promise! Sadly, this story will soon coming to an end, but I can’t wait to show you all my next work! As always, any feedback is so appreciated!

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Your heels were abandoned before you hit the elevator.

Bucky was no where to be found. He has somehow managed to disappear in the 60 seconds it took you to make your way out of the party.

“Fucking super soldier...” You grumble under your breath.

You figure he’d probably gone back to his room like the petulant child he was being, so you jumped in the elevator, heading for your floor.

You were in the middle of rehearsing what to say to him when the doors opened. Peeking down the dimly lit hallway, your eyes landed on the body moving quickly in your direction.

You stepped out of the elevator, hearing the doors close slowly behind you before you took another step. You stealthily pressed the lower level button, sending the lift all the way to the bottom floor.

Bucky appeared before you, the anger and frustration obvious on his face; but you weren’t going to let him avoid you...not this time.

“Move.” He said harshly, his cerulean eyes glaring at you.

“No.” You reply confidently, standing your ground.

“For fucks sake, Ella...” he tried to step by you, but you grabbed his wrist.

That’s when you spotted the bottle of whiskey held firmly in his hand; already 3/4 of the way gone.

“When did you drink that?” You asked, worry coating your words.

He smirks and takes another swig. “Nabbed it from the bar on my way up.”

You’d scoff shaking your head, “You’re unbelievable.”

Bucky lets out a laugh, “Oh I’m unbelievable?” He takes a step closer to you, and you smell the alcohol on his breath.

Your face heats up from your own semi-drunken state, and you step back from him. “What’s that supposed to mean?” You ask.

“You know what the fuck it means, Ella.” He slurs. “Why are you here? Why did you follow me? Won’t Steve be missing you?”

There it is.

Your plan to make Bucky jealous had indeed worked, but now it seemed like it was backfiring.

He moves to walk past you back down the hallway towards his room, but you follow him.

“What about you? Won’t Nat wonder where her date went?” You ask, bitterness evident on your tongue.

Bucky stops abruptly and turns around, “What was that Els?” He asks, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

“Just...forget it. Give me the whiskey, Bucky.” You reach out to snatch it from him, but he quickly yanks his arm back, and chugs the rest of it.

“Do you have any idea how dangerous that is?!” You yell.

He laughs, stepping close to you, handing you the now bone-dry bottle, “Please, with my metabolism, I’ll burn it off in 20 minutes. Unlike those shots you were downing all night.”

Your frustration is at its peak now. “Why are you acting like this?”

“Like what?” He asks with disdain.

“This! You’re being an asshole for no reason!” You shout, the alcohol dissolving your inhibitions.

“You barely said two fucking words to me since you got back! And you didn’t even have the fucking decency to say goodbye to me when you left!” You shout at him.

He was quiet, if only for a moment. “Oh, so that’s why you’re snuggling up to Steve? You’re mad at me so you decided to move onto my best friend? The guy you’re ‘not fucking’ right?”

The regret on his face was evident the moment the words left his lips. You spotted the dilation in his pupils as he took in what he’d just said to you.

“Wow.” You say pushing past him. “Fuck you.”

You know he’s following you, but you don’t care. You push your door open praying it would latch shut before he could enter, but of course, it doesn’t.

You walked to your dresser, discarding the earrings and necklace you wore when Bucky appeared in the mirror behind you.

“I didn’t mean it that way. It’s just pretty fucking obvious you two have feelings for each other!” He said a bit louder than intended.

“Why, Bucky? What makes it obvious?” You ask, crossing your arms and facing him now.

He looked taken aback by your question, and you scoffed. “What is it Buck, the fact that we laugh together? Talk to each other? Trust one another? Care about each other?” You ask.

“Christ, I get it! Yes! All of that!” He shouts, throwing his hands up.

“Ya know what that’s called, James? A fucking friendship!” You shout at him.

He looks at you with confusion and concern.

James.

You’ve never called him James.

You cross your arms once more, “You told me you were gonna earn my trust, and I believed you. But this guy,” you gesture to him, “You’re not acting like yourself.”

Bucky scoffed, “Right, because we know each other so well. We’re fucking strangers, Ella.” He quipped, resentment in his tone.

Those words hurt your heart. It wasn’t until this moment you felt the tears of frustration and sadness prickle your eyes.

“Yeah? And who’s fucking fault is that?” You ask with a trembling voice. “You pretended to hate me for months so I would leave you alone, all because you felt something for me, but you’re too afraid to let anyone in.”

You wipe your eyes quickly, “This push-and-pull thing? It’s not fair to me. I’ve tried to breakdown this fucking wall you built around yourself, and every time I think I’m getting close, you shut me out!”

His jaw clenched at your words and at the sight of the tears you were so desperately trying to hide.

“I wasn’t something to run from, Bucky.” You speak softly.

His hands fall to his sides as he takes a step forward, “Ella, I—“

“No, Buck. I’m done with...whatever this is. I can’t do it anymore—my heart can’t do it anymore.” You walk the few steps to your door and open it. “Please leave.”

He looks as if you’ve just knocked the wind out of him. He wants to protest, you can see it. The shift in his eye from anger to regret to sadness. He doesn’t fight you though, Bucky leaves without another word.

When the door latches, you let the tears finally fall as you slide down against the it.

3 hours later and you’re sober and sleepless.

You’ve chugged water and taken some ibuprofen to prevent an early morning headache, but right now the only thing aching was your heart.

Bucky broke you, and you weren’t even his to break.

But he was what you wanted—Who you wanted, but you can’t force someone to want what they don’t.

You wonder if what Bucky said about his metabolism was true. He was so drunk when he left your room. Dangerously so.

You recall how he staggered out, and how strongly he smelled of whiskey, even 3 feet from you.

“Let it go, Ella. Let. It. Go.” You mutter to yourself. Tossing and turning in your bed for the 1000th time.

What if he’s passed out on his back and he throws up and chokes to death? What if he took a bath and fell asleep in the tub and drowned? What if he tripped and hit his head and—

Your brain kept repeating the most tragic of scenarios over and over until you couldn’t take it. You’d check on him quickly, confirm he’s still alive and an asshole, and hopefully come back and actually sleep this night off.

The soft padding of your feet was all you heard as you stepped down the hall, stopping in front of Bucky’s room.

Your hesitation was to be expected, but the 4 minutes you stood there doing nothing was a bit ridiculous.

“Shit...” you seethed, knocking on the door several times.

You waited for an answer. Nothing.

Another quick set of knocks.

Nothing.

Your heart began to race. Did something happen to him?

You twisted the knob, and to your surprise it opened.

“Bucky?” You called out.

His room was dim, the navy blue of the walls barely discernible from black in this light. The bed was mussed, and there was a notebook and pen on the nightstand.

“Bucky!” You shout, more panicked than you realized,

The bathroom door swings open suddenly, revealing a wet, shirtless Bucky just feet from you.

“Jesus, Doll. What’s the matter? You alright?” He asked, concerned.

A breath you weren’t aware you’d taken was released from your lungs.

“I-I got worried. You drank so much and I kept picturing you drowning in the bathtub or something, I don’t know.” You shake your head in embarrassment.

He smiled softly, the light casting the perfect shadow onto his strong features. It was obvious he’d just showered, and he smelled good.

“I sobered up ‘bout 15 minutes after I left your room. Told ya, perks of the serum.” He dried his hair quickly with a towel, before tossing it into the hamper.

You nod, relief flooding your chest. “Good.” You start to fidget with the drawstring if you’re red cotton shorts, “Since you’re alive, I’m just gonna—“

“You don’t have to go.” Bucky says suddenly.

He steps closer to you, his basketball shorts hanging low on his hips.

Focus, Ella. You think.

You sigh, “Yeah I do, Buck. I really do.”

You turn and head for the door. Your hand is on the knob when you hear him speak again.

“I couldn’t say goodbye to you, okay?” He says.

You’re breath gets caught in your throat, but you manage to turn to face him. “What?” You ask.

“If I had seen you before I left for that mission, I wouldn’t have gone. If I had to say the word ‘goodbye’ to you, there’s no way in hell I woulda got on that jet, Els.”

Bucky stands like a boy in trouble, waiting for you to scold him. When you don’t, he decides to keep going.

He lets out a puff of air, “I’m not good at this, Ella. I haven’t felt something—anything for a long time. Then you fall into my life and I can’t think straight. I open my eyes in the morning, and it’s you. Before I close them at night, it’s you. You’re it, Els.”

As he spoke you stepped closer to him, all thoughts of leaving, abandoned at this point.

“I had to leave before everyone else, or I swear to God I wouldn’t have gone at all. That mission...I knew it was important, but nothing is as important as you. I wrote you a letter and everything in case...”

“In case what, Bucky?” You ask nervously.

He shrugged, “I don’t know, Doll. In case something happened to me over there and I couldn’t come home to you.”

Your heart clenched at the thought of never seeing Bucky again.

“I’m not good with my words. I used to be, hell I could charm the pants off anyone back in my day, but now...you got me all outta sorts. Here...” he walked to his nightstand, you followed at his heels.

He opened the drawer, taking out an envelope and handing it to you. “You can read it if you’d like.”

Bucky and you sat on the edge of his bed, the gray comforter soft and inviting on your skin.

You opened the envelope with trembling hands and read it to yourself.

Hey Els,

I’m betting you’re pretty upset with me. Please don’t be. I couldn’t bear the thought of saying goodbye to you.

God I’m hoping we make it back. I’ve never had a reason to fight so hard before you, Els. Now, it’s like I’ll do everything and anything I can to come home to you.

If I don’t come home, please know you were the last thing on my mind. I’m kicking myself right now for not making you my girl when I had the chance.

That would be my biggest regret.

Actually, no. My biggest regret would be not kissing you. Jeez, Doll. I’ve thought about doing it so many times, but it never felt like the right moment. That’s the first thing I’m gonna do if I get outta here. I’m gonna love you and kiss you like there’s no tomorrow.

Keep smiling at the sunrise, Gorgeous. I’ll see you when I see you.

-Bucky.

Your hand covered your mouth, as your eyes welled with tears. Bucky noticed and perked up immediately.

“Please don’t cry, Doll. I’ve made you cry so much already. I’m sorry.” He said wiping your tears away with his thumb.

This man. This wonderful, beautiful man had your heart, and you didn’t know it, but you’ve had his all along.

You turned your body towards him. “Why didn’t you tell me how you felt?” You ask with a sniffle.

Bucky’s hand stroked yours, “I couldn’t leave that kinda pressure on you. Beside if you didn’t feel the same, I don’t know what I woulda done.”

You folded the letter and gently put it back in the envelope before placing it on Bucky’s nightstand.

“Do you?” Bucky asked.

You smiled knowingly, “Do I what?”

Bucky’s hand found your face, his right palm warming your cheek. “Do you feel the same, Els?”

Your hand gripped his as his cool metal one pressed against your other cheek, creating an electrifying contrast.

You moved toward each other like magnets, as he held your face in his hands.

“Why don’t you kiss me and find out?”

Bucky didn’t need to be asked twice. In moments his lips were on yours, making your body feel weightless.

Senses buzzing, Bucky’s mouth on your own, feeling his stubble prickle the skin around your lips. This pent up frustration and want for him finally being released caused your mind to spin.

He tangled his fingers in your hair, nibbling at your bottom lip. Bucky quickly lifted you over his lap, so you were straddling him on the edge of the bed.

His hands moved slowly down your body, resting on your hips for a moment before finding the curve of your ass.

“Els, Ella wait...” he said, breaking your kiss.

You can feel the swelling of your lips, and notice his must be just as red as yours. “What’s wrong?” You ask.

He smiled, “Nothing, baby, nothing I just...” he stroked his hands back and forth over your hips as he spoke, “If we do this, there’s no going back. Not to what it was...I can’t. You gotta be my girl.”

You smile, kissing him once more. “I’ve been yours, Buck.”

His lip is drawn between his teeth as he tucks his head in the crook of your neck, peppering it with wet kisses until he stops at the spot below your ear.

This earns a soft moan from you and you feel Bucky smile against your skin. “Fuck, I could listen to that all day.” He groans.

With one hand on your back, Bucky flips you over, laying you on his bed. “Can I see you, Doll?” He asks playing with the hem of your shirt.

Your only response is sitting up slightly; enough for him to lift the shirt over your head. Bucky is back on you again, his shirtless torso resting on yours as he trails sloppy, wet kisses down your chest.

The cool metal of his left thumb brushes over your already peaked nipple, while his warm, wet tongue swirls and sucks around the other.

“Mmm, Bucky.” A barely coherent praise. His touch made your skin burn with want and between your legs drip with lust.

He moved to the center of your abdomen, kissing down the middle, stopping right above your shorts.

He looked up at you, lips still attached to your skin. His eyes had never looked this way, the lust and the want and the eagerness to please you. He was love-drunk and you loved it.

In a flash, he pulled your shorts down, tossing them into the darkness of his bedroom. You were laid out for him fully now, no where to hide; on display for his taking.

You suddenly are very aware of every flaw you’d ever noticed in yourself. As Bucky stands quickly to remove his shorts, your eyes lock with the ceiling and you cover what you can.

“Oh baby, no.” He coaxes you. His honey-smooth voice coating your ears in praise. “Please don’t hide from me. You’re—“ he pauses to move your hands to above your head.

His lips is drawn between his teeth a his eyes roam your curves. “Christ...you’re so fucking beautiful.” He breathes.

Bucky smoothly pulls your hips to the edge of the bed, “I’m gonna taste you, Doll. I’ve got too, that okay?”

You nod, feeling goosebumps prickle your skin as his rough fingertips trace patterns up your legs. You watch as he drops to his knees, and starts to pepper your inner thigh with sweet kisses.

Bucky pauses when he gets to your heat, inhaling you in your most intimate of places. He’s marking you, memorizing your scent.

He places a chaste kiss against your clit. Sending fireworks up your spine.

Another kiss.

You watch him as he starts to devour you, only a moment before you throw your head back in rapture.

“Oh my God, James...” You moan wildly.

A gruff laugh escaped Bucky, “James huh? Mmm, I like that.”

Bucky licks your heat with wild abandon, sucking your swollen clit skillfully, bringing you to the precipice of release.

Your fingers grip his hair, grinding your hips toward his magical tongue. All too quickly though, he pulls away. “Not yet, Gorgeous. Wanna make you cum with my cock our first time.”

You groan in frustration and anticipation. Bucky stands from the bed once more, and you sit up. Eyes locked on his face as you look up through your lashes. You scoot forward and hook your fingers into the band of his briefs, and pull them down.

The quiet gasp that passed your lips earned a chuckle from him. His cock is at full attention, long and thick as you knew it would be. Swollen pink tip coated in pre-cum.

Without thinking, you leaned forward, gripping his length, stroking him a few times.

“Shit, Doll...” he whispered.

You took his length in your mouth, and felt him shiver in your grasp. As you drop to your knees, his cock never leaves your mouth. You bob you head a few more times, feeling the tip touch your throat.

“Baby, I’m not gonna last if you keep doing that...need to be inside you, Sugar.”

You coat his member in a final lick before scooting yourself back on the bed. Bucky crawled over you, kissing your mouth gently. Lovingly.

He leaned back, hooking your legs up with his hands, and nudging them open. As he moved forward to kiss you again, he slowly filled your heat.

“Oh shit...” you moan. Soon he’s buried to the hilt, resting in you for a moment. While you definitely needed to adjust, it felt like Bucky was made for you.

“Fuck, so tight, Els.” He moaned into your neck.

You lift you legs a bit, allowing him more access to you as he starts to move. His full length giving you more pleasure than you thought possible.

Bucky’s lips find your own, as your hands grips his hair. His movements aren’t reckless, each thrust was designed to pleasure you.

Bucky brings himself up onto his knees while he fucks you. Your breasts bouncing wildly, and he chestnut locks swaying to the same rhythm.

There’s nothing else that matters to you. In this moment, you’re his.

Bucky dips his hand down to where the two of you meet. He coats his thumb in your slick before pressing it to you clit. “I want you to cum with me, Doll.” He breathes.

He draws quick circles with his thumb, and you feel the pleasure building below your stomach. His thrust are hard now, deliberate.

“Fuck. Bucky, I’m gonna...oh my God...” you moan as you feel yourself about to let go.

“Cum with me, Ella. I’ve got you...” he moaned.

And you did.

The fire spread through your veins in a flash as you came, feeling high on the love Bucky had just made to you.

He came with the most animalistic moan as you felt his hot release inside you. Lowering himself to you and repeating your name like a prayer on his lips.

Mess be damned. Bucky moves to the side of you, pulling you in close and face to face.

“I’ve wanted that—you for so long, Els.” He speaks, catching his breath.

You scoot up to capture his lips with yours. A reply he understands, you’ve wanted this as long as he has.

“I-I love you. Honest to God, Doll. I love you.” He says, voice full of emotion.

You rest your hand on his face, stroking his scruff gently. “I love you.”

Bucky smiles as his eyes close, and he rests his forehead against yours.

He holds you for what feels like hours, until you see the glow of a new day’s sun shining from the crack between his curtains.

Bucky is sleeping peacefully, deep and rhythmic breaths making his strong chest rise and fall.

You took this opportunity to clean yourself up. Using a washcloth you’d found in the linen closet to take care of the mess Bucky had made of you.

When you crawled back into his bed, his arms had found you once more.

“Mm, thought you left me, Sugar.” He groaned sleepily.

You chuckle to yourself, stroking his hair off of his face. “Never.”

A chaste kiss from you is planted on his forehead, and he pulls you close.

It’s quiet for a moment, before you hear him speak. “Thank you, Els...”

“For what?” You ask sincerely.

Bucky sighed, and stroked your hair gently. “For seeing me, when I tried so hard not to be seen.”

You smiled shyly. “I love you. Come on now, get some sleep. I have a feeling we won’t be getting any for the next few nights.”

You feel him smirk against your skin. “Babydoll, you have no idea.”

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@ascnsion​ asked: ❛ every once in a while, you must do something for yourself. ❜ / steve to natasha

      A DREARY NIGHT IN NOVEMBER, SOLITUDE OF HER OWN IN LITTLE UKRAINE, where washed up streets were lit with rose and emerald neon signs and endless traffic. noise --constant, nonstop noise, kept her awake. alive at night to listen for whispers of her name. some nights, it haunted her. other nights found a home in her apartment and nestled in silence. what became the perfect soundtrack to her life was shortly disturbed, a shift in the mood as tension rises to see dark wash denim and a navy henley cross her wooden floors. iris’ stayed on her novel, sweet wine not too far from her by the window seal of the fire escape. she waited for a special visitor to come see her, not exactly steve,  “  you should take your own advice, rogers --and here you are, in my bubble,  ”  cheeky... in her dry tone, could be mistaken for a winter’s bite. alas, she warms up once her page was marked and set the book aside.

     “  i’m having a glass, reading my favorite novel, what more could i ask for?  ”  company, laughter, wholesomeness. there’s plenty of things. who is she to demand them at this hour? what brings his attention over to the widow’s web? perhaps another task was in need of her assistance. in that regard, she should’ve left the country.

#ascnsion #answered ; asks.

[pod-together]

Pod-Together Party Favors 2020

The rose wrapped 'round the briar (Captain America - All Media Types, Agent Carter (TV)) written by JoCarthage, performed by irrationalpie, JoCarthage Summary: Steve Rogers is being haunted by the ghost of Bucky Barnes. “Folk songs are meant to be changed; that’s how they live, Peggy. Change the genders, change the names, change the tunes, change the meaning -- it’s the act of singing that makes it real, not any particular specifics. That’s what my Ma taught Buck and me, and that’s what I know to be true.”

You’re The One That I Want (Summer Lovin) (Supernatural RPF) written by WinchestersShorty1980FL, performed by storyspinner70 Summary: (no summary)

two monks invent fruit (Two Monks Inventing Things (The Toast), Pomological Archive RPF) written by resistate, performed by frecklebomb, growlery Summary: Monk #1: I’ve been wondering what makes a fruit a fruit Monk #2: oh That’s easy

My Job Here Is Done (Stray Kids (Band)) written by the24thkey, performed by knight_tracer Summary: The trials and tribulations of Lee Felix, magical girl.

Missing the Point (Red White & Royal Blue - Casey McQuiston) written by MouseK, performed by cheshiretears, MistbornHero, Ellejabell, MouseK, semperfiona Summary: Amy, Secret Service agent, former Navy SEAL. rumored around DC to have killed several men, once stabbed someone in the kneecap with an innocent looking embroidery needle.

Honk If You Missed Me (James Bond (Craig movies), James Bond (Movies)) written by FlutterFyre, performed by RsCreighton Summary: 006 returns to a changed MI6 and an unimpressed goose.

Chocolat (Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types, The Witcher (TV)) written by sospes, performed by reena_jenkins Summary: “The signage outside,” Yennefer says, slow and sharp, “says that this is a bar.” The tips of the waitress’ ears are flushing pinker by the moment. “A dessert bar, ma’am,” she ventures. “Not a wine bar.”

the bite that binds (Critical Role (Web Series)) written by sabinelagrande, performed by blackglass Summary: And one day, the Wolf has a son. Or Percy does. But definitely Vex.

Alone Together (Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types) performed by bluegeekEM, BookGirlFan, carboncopies, Ceewelsh, Elle_dubs, Hangebokhan, MouseK, oakleaf Summary: This is just Toss a Coin.... sung by a bunch of drunkards. Because, if we are all going to be alone in this hellscape of 2020, we might as well do it together. Note: This is a *very* directional song, I would highly recommend stereo headphones to listen as it is arranged assuming you are a person in the middle of a crowded bar.

Aretuza (The Witcher (TV)) written and performed by Wereflamingo Summary: I won't forgive you this I won't forget The way you broke my mind The scars you left behind I won't forget A filk to the tune of "Ahavtiha" about Yennfer's anger and complicated relationship with her school.

Filk Broken Telephone: Group 1

1. We're All in This Together (Robin Hood (1973)) written and performed by eafay70 Summary: A song about the Merry Men working together to help Nottingham, to the tune of "We're All in This Together" from "High School Musical."

2. We Can Save The Wen Remnants! (魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù) written and performed by sobieru Summary: Going up Burial Mounds, some worries arise. Can the Wens really work this out?

3. Fight for the Archive (The Magnus Archives (Podcast)) written by carboncopies, performed by carboncopies, mahons_ondine Summary: It's episode 117, but instead of speaking into a tape recorder, everyone sings.

4. Do You Wanna Play Some Hockey (Check Please! (Webcomic)) written and performed by Wereflamingo Summary: A Check Please filk to the tune of Do You Want to Build a Snowman. Kent being sad at his phone because Jack is ghosting him.

5. Andy and Me (The Old Guard (Movie 2020)) written and performed by ssleif Summary: A Booker POV filk from 2/3rds of the way through the first film.

Filk Broken Telephone: Group 2

1. You Carry Us All With You (Star Wars Sequel Trilogy) written and performed by minnabird Summary: That scene in TROS, with all the Jedi voices coming to bolster Rey? Yeah, that, but as a filk of Can't Help Falling in Love in four-part harmony (and a touch of Rey's theme thrown in for good measure).

2. Can't Help My Destiny (Merlin (TV)) written and performed by TheLordOfLaMancha Summary: This is a Merthur filk written to the tune of Can't Help Falling In Love With You by Elvis Presley. Merlin whines (with as many insults as possible) about why he puts up with Arthur, until he remembers why.

3. he came back and stole my crown (Avatar: The Last Airbender) written and performed by Oceantail Summary: he came back and stole my crown....i tried to put him in the ground....watch me lose myself one by, one by... one! Azula's breakdown during the Final Agni Kai to the tune of "you should see me in a crown" by Billie Eilish.

4. Bad Uncle (琅琊榜 | Nirvana in Fire (TV)) written and performed by oakleaf Summary: Bad Liar by Imagine Dragons, re-imagined from the point of view of the Emperor at the end of the series. General spoilers for the whole series.

5. Blaviken (Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types) written and performed by Elle_dubs Summary: Jaskier walks into a bar after "Rare Species" ... (based off Mal Blum's "Baltimore") (played by me, on ukulele)

Filk Broken Telephone: Group 3

1. Forever Fan Friends (Fandom - Fandom) written and performed by Ellejabell Summary: A meta filk about the friends we make in fandom. Based on the song "For Forever" from the musical "Dear Evan Hansen".

2. Thank You For the Fandom (Fandom - Fandom) written and performed by TheArcher Summary: Filk of ABBA's Thank you for the Music about changing fandoms.

3. You're Welcome for the Fandom (Fandom - Fandom) written and performed by Ravin Summary: See title.

4. Happy Ending (Fandom - Fandom) written and performed by Ceewelsh Summary: A filk for Pod-Together 2020 Broken Telephone

5. Additional Tag: Strangers to Lovers (Fandom - Fandom) written and performed by mahons_ondine Summary: Just a fandom fairytale meet-cute.

6. OTP, That Stands For Us (Fandom - Fandom) written and performed by klb Summary: Happy endings only.

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