#sam is so fucking confused but too tired at this point to care

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Author’s Note: I have nothing to say for myself. The Jummy has been making me feral for the last few days and I had to cleanse myself somehow… so I figured writing smut was the best method for that. (It makes sense to me, don’t worry about it) It starts out a little angsty with Jake being insecure, but don’t worry bc it heats up VERY quickly. As always, sorry for any typos. Also this is probably my most favorite thing that I've ever written so I hope you guys enjoy.

Content Warnings: body insecurity, body worship, a little bit of cockwarming if you squint, unprotected sex, p in v sex, 18+ MINORS DNI 

Word Count: 3593

Preview: 

“You’re fucking solid, Jake. Powerful. You fuck me so hard. You think someone built like him could fuck me the way you do?” You shake your head. “Wouldn’t even come close. No one can fuck me the way I need it besides you.” 

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Admittedly, it had taken you a little while to realize that something was off with Jake – far longer than it should have, given how long the two of you have been together. But, in your defense, Jake Kiszka is a master at hiding when something is wrong. 

The first warning sign had been a few weeks ago when Jake had declined going out to his favorite steak restaurant, claiming that he was too tired and that he’d had a late lunch anyway so he wasn’t super hungry. You’d been doubtful, but the two of you stayed in for the night and Jake had distracted you beyond the point of awareness of anything other than his tongue and fingers. He'd fucked you slow and deep that night and needless to say, you’d quickly forgotten about it.

The second came during a dinner with him and his brothers. You, Jake, Sam, Josh, and Josh’s partner had gone out to a local Thai place that all of you loved. You all frequented it regularly and got the exact same dishes every time – which is why you had been confused when Jake ordered something else. You’d looked at him in shock, as did everyone else at the table, but he’d simply shrugged and said that he wanted to try something new. When the food had arrived, you couldn’t help but notice that the dish was much smaller than the one he usually got, but he seemed to enjoy it so you didn’t say anything. Again, you’d allowed yourself to forget about it. 

The third warning (and arguably the most obvious one) happened just two weeks later on an impromptu lake house trip that you all went on. Deciding to enjoy the last bit of time that they had until tours started again, Danny had suggested that you all spend the weekend swimming and hiking at the lake, just like you all used to do when you were younger. It had been a wonderful weekend, and you almost didn’t notice that anything was wrong… almost. 

The first day there had been spent hiking and goofing around inside, but your second day was always reserved for swimming. That morning, as you were changing into your swimsuit, you watched as Jake pulled on his swim trunks; nothing out of the ordinary. But what was strange was that he then put on a swim shirt, hiding his gorgeous torso from view. 

“Why are you putting that on?” You asked, grabbing your towel from where you’d hung it on the bedroom door. 

“I don’t want to get sunburned.” He said, perching his signature sunglasses on his nose. 

You opened your mouth to tell him that he’s never cared about getting burned before (much to your annoyance and worry) but he swiftly left the room. You trailed behind him, staring at his shoulders through the swim shirt and worrying your bottom lip between your teeth. You couldn’t tell if he was actually being weird or if you were just overthinking. 

The rest of the trip had gone completely normal, with the boys acting like literal children in the water while you relaxed and sunbathed – occasionally joining them in the lake to participate in their craziness. But no matter how hard you tried to convince yourself you were overthinking, you couldn’t help but worry as you watched Jake in that stupid swim shirt. 

The entire drive home you’d wanted so desperately to bring it up to him, but you weren’t even sure what you were bringing up. Distantly, all those other little warning signs tinkled like little bells in the back of your mind, but you didn’t pay them any mind. Jake was acting completely normal. So what he was too tired to go to dinner one night? And why was it such a big deal that he wanted to try a different dish at a Thai restaurant? And maybe he really did just want to avoid getting sunburnt. And sure, you and him hadn't been intimate since that night he declined going out... but a few weeks wasn't really all that long in the grand scheme of things. Besides, even though it was between tours, Jake was still almost constantly busy with something – photoshoots, interviews, spending time in the studio. He was tired from work (and so were you). Nothing to be worried about. You shook your head at yourself, willing the little ball of anxiety in your gut to go away. 

And it did. Until just two nights later, when Jake asked you to turn the light off before he fucked you. 

“What? Why?” He was looking down at you, palms planted on either side of you and his weight settled on the bed between your thighs. He had on nothing but a plain t-shirt and his boxers. 

“No reason.” He said, reaching over to turn the bedside lamp off, plunging the room into darkness. He sunk his weight back on his heels to pull his shirt over his head before diving back down to attach his mouth to your breasts, suckling and biting at the sensitive buds. His distraction almost worked. 

“Jake, no.” You said, sitting up to stare at him. “Why do you suddenly want to turn the light off while we fuck?” 

“More romantic?” His words came out as a question, but he didn’t give you time to respond as he leant back down, intent on carrying on without explanation. 

“More romantic for me to not be able to see you?” He didn’t answer, instead beginning to place hot kisses down your throat, teasing the spot that he knew you loved. But you weren’t backing down. Not this time. 

“Jake, stop. Just stop.” 

He sat back up and you stared at him, trying to read his face in the dark. 

“You and I both know you’ve been acting weird. I’m not doing anything with you tonight until you tell me what the fuck has been going on with you.” You told him, your tone leaving no space for debate. 

“How have I been weird?” He asked, his voice far too cool and smooth for it to be genuine. 

“For one, you didn’t want to go to the steakhouse the other night. You know, the one you never say no to?”

“Y/n, I was tired. And full from lunch. How is that weird?” 

“You got something different when we went and got Thai with the guys!” You said, voice raising in volume as he kept staring at you like you were crazy. 

“Okay…” He said slowly, like he was speaking to a child. “And is that a crime? Am I not allowed to order something different?” 

“No. But you love that Thai dish that you always get!” Your hands flew about madly as you spoke, all the worry that you had pushed down finally coming to the surface. “And the swim shirt, Jake. You’ve never cared about getting burnt. Like ever. Why did you start caring now? And now you want to turn the light off while we fuck!” You were yelling now but you didn’t care. You were tired of ignoring that something was wrong. You didn’t know what it was – the dots not connecting between all these events yet. But you knew in your heart that something was wrong. 

“Please, Jake. We haven't slept together in weeks... which isn't like us at all! Just tell me what’s wrong so I don’t have to start making assumptions!” You had the inkling of one already, and you were praying that it was wrong. 

He stayed silent for a long moment, and the tension in the room was so thick you could probably cut it with a knife. Finally, his shoulders fell and he dropped his head. His hair fell on either side of his cheeks, framing his pretty face. 

“I’ve just… put on a few extra pounds recently. That’s all. It’s no big deal.” 

You stared, mouth falling open as the horrible assumption that had been plaguing your mind since the lake was confirmed. 

“So?” You asked, genuinely at a loss over him making this such a big deal. 

“So, I need to lose them. And maybe a few more.” You hated how sure he sounded as he said the words, like he’d already given this so much thought –and he clearly has. “I should've done it years ago to be honest."

“Jake, I-” You stopped, overwhelmed and at a loss for what to say. You wanted to grab him by the shoulders and shake him; scream in his face how wrong he was for feeling so low about his body. 

“You don’t have to say anything. It’s the truth. I’ve let it get too far and I have to slim down before tour starts.”

“Why?” The question is all your brain can come up with. You want to slap yourself for that being what your brain decided to spew at him first. He sighed deeply and hung his head. 

“Because, y/n. The outfits they make for me are always open chested – and people have already made comments about my weight in the past. So I want to slim down before we start again.” 

“Jake, those people have no right to make comments about your appearance. You’ve said that yourself in the past. Why do you suddenly care now?”

“Because they’re right about this. I don’t understand why you don’t get it!” 

For a split second, his raised voice hurts you, slicing through you as he snaps at you. But you know that it’s coming from his own hurt – the hurt that he’s been keeping to himself. 

“Jake,” you say quietly, “I’m confused because I think you’re the sexiest person on the planet. I love the way you look. I don’t care if you feel like you’ve put on some weight. You’re still just as sexy as you were before.” You pause, sliding up in bed so you can see him more clearly in the dark. “If I’m being totally honest, I think you’re even hotter now.” 

His eyes widen at your confession and even in the dark you can see the blush that overtakes his face. 

“You do?”

“Fuck yeah, I do. C’mere.” You beckon him to come and lay against the headboard. He complies, crawling his way up next to you and laying back. You toss one leg over his waist and settle on top of him, straddling him as you place your palms on his chest. 

“Do you know what I mean when I say ‘I love you?’” You ask him quietly. 

He nods his head. 

“I don’t think you do.” You lean your head down to press your lips softly to his for a moment before pulling away. “It means that I love all of you. Ever fucking thing about you – on the inside and on the outside.”

“But it’s embarrassing.” He whispers, eyes pinned on yours. “I don’t like being the heavier twin.” 

The phrase sounds foreign on his tongue and you realize that it's because he's quoting something – no doubt a shitty comment from some asshole who claims to be a fan. You have half a mind to slap the shit out of him. His words fill you with so much anger you feel like you’re going to explode. 

“Jacob, do not EVER compare yourself to Josh. Ever.”

“But-” 

“But nothing.” You cut him off, pressing your pointer finger to his soft lips to silence him before cupping his cheek with your palm. 

“If I wanted to be with Josh or someone built like Josh, I would be. But I don’t. I want you, Jake. As you are." You shake your head at him. "You're not fat, Jake. Like at all. You literally have nothing to be embarrassed about.” 

He’s looking at you with shiny eyes and you wish your words would be enough to convince him. But he’s nothing if not hardheaded, so you know it’s going to take more than a few flowery words to get him to see the truth. 

“I’m going to turn the light back on.” You say gently. “And I’m going to show you how much I love you. Okay?” 

“Okay.” He whispers, and you can practically see it as his whole body tenses beneath you. 

You reach up and turn the lamp back on, washing the room in golden light. Jake is still looking at you, his eyes wide and nervous. You give him a little smile as you settle back down on him. Forgoing anymore words, you press a feverish kiss to his neck, licking and sucking down the hollow of his throat. His breath stutters in his chest as you slide your ass downwards. His cock is soft after your conversation but you know you can get him back to where he was at the start of the night.

“I love your body, Jake. These pretty nipples.” You swirl your tongue around them, drawing a breathy moan from him. 

You reach out your arms and find his hands, laying limply at his side. You lace your fingers with his and bring his left hand to your lips, kissing his calloused fingers. “I love your hands. I love how they look when you play guitar – fast and merciless and so fucking talented. And yet they’re still so gentle when they touch me.” You slide his index finger between your lips, swirling your tongue around the digit before releasing it. “And I love the way you make me cum on your fingers. You’re better at that than anyone I’ve ever been with before.”

“Really? Better than anyone?” He asks, the whispers of his usual cocky self shining through.

“Really.” You assure him, dropping his hands to focus your attention elsewhere. “Can I tell you a secret?” You ask him, looking up at his flushed face through your lashes. 

“Yeah. Tell me.” 

“Your stomach is probably my favorite part about you.” You say, delicately trailing your fingers down his sternum and over the curve of his belly. 

He scoffs. 

“You’re just saying that.” 

You shake your head. 

“I’m not. It’s the truth, Jake. I fucking love it. I love watching the sweat drip down it while you play on stage. It makes me so fucking wet, imagining licking it off you.” You bring your mouth downwards, biting at his soft sides as your hands knead into the flesh. You suck his skin between your teeth, creating a purple mark just to the left of his belly button. “Everything about you makes me wet, but your belly does it the most.” 

As if in answer, your pussy throbs at the sight of the hickey you left there. You can see on his face that he still isn’t convinced so you slide off your panties and kick them to the side – leaving you in nothing but your tank top. You rise slightly off the bed and swipe a finger through your folds, collecting the wetness that’s pooled there. 

“See?” You say, allowing him to see your juices drip from your fingers. Wordlessly, he grabs your wrist and pulls your hand to his mouth. He wraps his lips around your finger, swirling his tongue to lap up your wetness. He moans at the taste of you and you pull your hand free. 

“Believe me yet?” You ask him with a sly smile. 

“Getting there.” He gives you a cheeky grin and you can’t help the butterflies that erupt in your stomach at the sight. 

You give his belly one last lick before moving downwards, avoiding where his half-hard cock lies in his boxers. 

“And I fucking love your thighs.” You tell him, sliding your palms up and down them as you speak. “So thick and strong. Makes me so fucking horny.” 

You trail kisses up the sensitive skin of his inner thigh, and the muscles twitch as you get closer to where he wants you. 

“You’re fucking solid, Jake. Powerful. You fuck me so hard. You think someone built like Josh could fuck me the way you do?” You shake your head. “They couldn’t even come close. No one can fuck me the way I need it besides you.” 

“Y/n… fuck.” His pupils are blown wide and his breathing is heavy. Even his chest is flush with his arousal. His cock is rock hard in his boxers now, tenting the fabric – straining them so much it looks like they might burst at the seams.

“And this,” you say, finally pressing your palm to his dick. “I don’t even have the words.” He groans at the pressure and his hips shift upwards off the bed in search for more. You give it to him, sliding his underwear down and off him. His cock springs free, slapping his stomach. You spit into your hand and wrap it around him, stroking him slowly. “You have such a pretty cock, Jake. It makes me feel so fucking good. Reaches places inside me no one else can.”

He groans loudly as you pump him, and you watch in awe as his eyes screw shut in pleasure. Your mouth waters and your cunt throbs at the sight and sound of him. Deciding that neither of you should have to wait for it tonight, you rip your tank top off quickly before sinking down on him, taking in his thick cock inch by inch. You moan and whimper as he stretches you, the familiar burn feeling so good. 

“Oh fuck!” Jake groans, opening his eyes to look at you taking his cock. “You’re so fucking beautiful, y/n. Look at you.” 

You still as you sink all the way down on him. He’s watching you with dark eyes and sweat is beginning to bead on his temples. 

“Jake…” you whine, beginning to rock your hips into his. 

“Shit, you’re so fuckin’ tight.” He growls, gripping your hips with his strong hands, kneading his fingers roughly into your flesh. 

You rise off him almost completely, before plunging back down on him – causing the both of you to moan loudly. You set a brutal pace, slamming down on him as he thrusts his hips up to meet yours. You drop your gaze downward to stare as each thrust causes movement in his soft belly, and you wail in pleasure and shock as you cum so hard you see stars. It tears through you so quickly you aren’t expecting it at all, and your movements still as waves of pleasure wash over you. When you finally come back to the world of the living, you want to be embarrassed for falling apart like that – but you can’t with the way Jake is looking at you. 

His jaw is open and his eyes are so dilated they look black. He looks like he wants to eat you alive. You both sit there, neither of you moving, as he looks at you like you’re the most amazing thing he’s ever seen. 

“Fuckin' hell.” He says, voice husky and broken.

 “Haven’t cum that easy since I was a fucking teenager.” You say, still a little embarrassed, despite his reaction.

“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.” Jake confesses, flipping you over quickly so that he’s on top. 

You know he saw where you were looking when you came – he’d been staring at your face the whole time. As embarrassing as that blatant display of lust had been, you can’t help but be thankful that he saw. There’s no way he can doubt your earlier words after seeing that. 

“Fuck me, Jake. Fuck me hard.” You plead, hooking your legs around his waist and pulling him in closer to you. “Fuck me the way only you can.” The last part comes out as a whisper and his cock twitches as you say them. He plants his forearms on either side of you, caging you in with his body. 

“I’ll fuck you every day until the day I die.” He says, before plunging into you again. 

There’s no delay now as he snaps his hips into yours – the force of each thrust causing your whole body to move upwards. His powerful thighs drive into you with fucking monster truck force and the sound of his skin hitting yours is loud and obscene. You rake your nails down his back, undoubtedly drawing blood as he hits that special spot inside of you that only he can. 

“Oh fuck, right fucking there. Jesus Christ!” You scream, digging your fingers into his sides and squeezing. 

“You’re so fucking tight, y/n. I’m gonna fucking cum.” Sweat drips down his neck and chest and you take the opportunity to lean upwards and lick it off him, moaning at the salty taste of him. 

“Dirty fucking girl. Jesus.” 

His thrusts are growing sloppy and erratic and you can feel his cock twitching inside you. You clench around him and the sound that falls from between his lips is practically a whine. 

“Do it, Jakey. Give it to me.” 

And that’s all it takes for him to spill inside you. 

“Fuck!” He growls, sinking his teeth into the skin of your shoulder as he cums. The sting brings you over the edge too, and you clench around him as you cum – milking him for all he’s got. 

When the two of you finally resurface, Jake pulls out of you and collapses on the bed next to you. You turn on your side to see his hilariously fucked out expression. You giggle. 

“What?” He asks, turning his head to face you, a sweet smile on his lips. 

“Do you know what I mean now when I say I love you?”

His smile widens – his beautiful white teeth on display as he scoots closer to you. 

“Yeah, I think so.” 

He kisses you – deliberate and passionate. 

"Jake," you say as he pulls away, "if you want to lose weight for you, then I don't care. But if you're only doing it because you feel like you have to..." You trail off, heart heavy at the thought that he had been feeling so down on himself without you realizing.

He smiles at you – the widest and most genuine one he's given you all night, and he slots his lips against yours in another kiss.

“Thank you.” He says as he pulls away from you. "But I think you've convinced me that I'm good with how I am right now." Seriousness overtakes his soft expression as he looks at you. "Thank you."

“It was literally my pleasure. I love getting to worship you.” You lean your head on his shoulder and he pulls the covers up over the two of you and turns off the lamp. “All of you.”

He chuckles, and the sound rumbles in his chest where you’re pressed against him. 

“I love you too, y/n. All of you.”

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[Bucky Barnes] set of 2 - part 11

Summary: bridging the abyss at the most bridging moment that exists. 🎄

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Absolutely shit.

Lost. Confused. Boring. Upset.

Bucky's state.

"Man, this is not how I imagined my Christmas night."

"You're free to go anytime, Sam. Nobody's keeping you here."

Stubborn. Moron. Stupid ass. Ugly ass blue eyes, man.

Sam's thoughts.

"Man, this is sad as fuck, c'mon. Look at you", Sam pointed to Bucky's tired face. "You look like a homeless guy, and my uncle was an actual homeless homie, and man, let me tell you: you look waay worse than him."

Bucky didn't say anything back, just drinking his beer.

"Bucky, man, we need to talk," Sam said, his tone both firm and friendly. He knew Bucky was struggling, but the soldier would die before being the first to bring up the conversation.

Bucky glanced at him, reluctance in his eyes. "Talk about what?"

Sam sat down beside him, choosing his words carefully. "About you and YN. Something's off, and I'm not buying the "I'm protecting-her' excuse anymore."

"It's not an excuse!" Bucky sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I can't make you understand how terrified I am of losing her. I can't do this to her, Sam."

Sam leaned back, studying Bucky's troubled expression. "You're not protecting her by shutting her out, Buck. You're just hurting YN. And yourself."

"I just... ", Bucky looked away. Sam was right. You were right, too. He just couldn't convince himself. That he wouldn't break you. "... after the mission, the soldier... the reminders of what I used to be. I can't let her get caught up in all that."

Sam nodded, understanding the deep-rooted fears that haunted Bucky. "Look, I get it. But YN cares about you. She wants to be there for you. You're shutting her out isn't doing either of you any favors. You don't seem better for being away from her, and maybe that's a sign." Bucky remained silent, the internal struggle evident in his eyes. Sam continued, "Maybe it's time to let her in. You don't have to face everything alone, Buck. You’re allowed to be happy, y’know? And she's strong, you know? Stronger than you give her credit for."

You were. You are. Stronger than him, for sure. The way you look at him, making him feel like he's the only one you see in the room, the way you feel at ease about joking with him and sharing mundane things—all that made Bucky fall in love. Despite his efforts to keep you away, you refused to do so. You refused to let him alone. The walls he had erected to protect you were, in fact, isolating both of you. He was alone. Worse: he left you alone, too. If you needed Bucky just a little as much as he wanted you, Bucky couldn't express how much he had screwed up. What if you needed him too? What if you wanted him just like he wanted you? If you wanted him, why was he denying you that? He wanted you just as badly.

~~~~~ the other day ~~~~~~

Bucky didn't pay much attention when he first heard the sound of the cafe door opening and closing, nor did he pay much attention when he heard someone walking towards him. It was only when you pulled out the chair in front of his and sat down that he finally started to notice.

Startled and perplexed by the person's bold actions, Bucky looked up from his laptop screen, a frown already forming as he prepared to reprimand the stranger, only to freeze in shock when he realized who was sitting in front of him. Instantly, his heart began to pound and he shakily closed the book, leaning back in his chair as he took a sip of his refreshing drink, trying to shake off his growing nervousness. How did you know where he was? He was going to a different cafe since he decided to get away from you, going to the cafe you hated: Starbucks.

Realizing he wasn't going to speak, you frowned, just like Bucky did when he was frustrated about something but too tired to argue.

“One would almost think you were avoiding me...” You finally spoke, your tone painfully sarcastic.

Despite the nonchalant way you said, Bucky could feel the pain behind your words, the realization making him shift guiltily in response.

“Why?” Bucky realized you were trying hard not to sound angry and accusatory with your words, but instead they just sounded heartbroken and lost, something that was much more painful for him to hear. “You always hide when you're in pain and I haven’t said anything and I haven't been looking for you in the last few days because I believe in privacy and I know you’re struggling..."

Bucky didn't know what to say.

"Why don’t you talk to me anymore? We used to talk all the time, Buck.", you confessed and you fought not to fill your eyes with tears. "I just want my friend back."

"I never said we were friends", the soldier mumbled, unable to look you in the eyes.

"Why are you acting like this? I know you’re going through a tough time, but so am I. I hate this, Bucky. Have I done something to get us here?", Bucky shook his head, but you kept going. "Tell me what I’ve done and I’ll fix it."

And there it was: Bucky hurting you again. Even when he tried to keep his distance. He hurt you even when he wasn't around and continued to do so when he was.

“You haven’t done anything, Doll. It's me, I'm the one that's fucked up. If you keep me around you think is gonna get better? That people will stop looking at you like they do?! Even at your job, you think they'd want to have a coworker that's friends with the Winter Soldier?!", he cringed at the way he sounded. "it won't stop, Doll. You know it won't."

"I don't care."

"Yeah? You don't? Do you want to keep getting beaten? "

"No, I don't want any of that, Bucky. You never lifted your hands to me, but I’m your punching bag all the same."

And now he felt like the one who got punched. You were right.

"I know I'm not much, but I really enjoy having you around, James.", you confessed as you looked away from his deep blue eyes.

"What did you say?", Bucky was confused.

"Come on, Bucky. You and I know very well that I am the most ordinary person in thi fucking world. I don't save the world and I'm not even the best worker in my company. I don't have thousands of followers on Facebook and I don't even have many friends. There's nothing special about me. I know this and I know you do too. I like being with you because you know that and it doesn't bother you. I can be ordinary with you because you are exactly the opposite. You have this bunch of things going on for you and you can deal with them. You have been harmed in unimaginable ways, yet you still care about whether I ate or slept well. By the way, leaving food on my apartment door is a bit stalkerish. What kind of Sugar Daddy will people think I have?"

Wow. Lots of information. In those days when you were apart, Bucky missed how you could talk about several topics in a single breath. He could feel the sincerity in your words, the genuine concern and care you had for him. For a moment he was speechless, overwhelmed by the depth of his feelings.

"You're not ordinary to me," he finally repeated, his voice a low murmur. "I admire you because you’re funny and snarky, sarcastic as all hell, but you don’t know. That’s why you don’t understand. You don’t know what I used to be like. You don’t know what it was like in my head. I lived in a really dark place,” he says to you. “I wasn’t safe in my own mind. I woke up every morning hoping to die and then spent the rest of the day wondering if maybe I was already dead because I couldn’t even tell the difference. I created a routine, to protect myself.", he confessed. "If I do the same things every day then nothing changes. But with you? something new happens everyday."

"With me? Bucky, you literally fight again every single day, how your days changes because of me?"

"Because I'm used to fighting, Doll. I'm used to getting punched and stabbed and all of that shit. I'm good at it. But with you? Your hearts beats differently everytime I see you and I don't know what it means. You look at me differently and you support me even when I fucked up. I don't know what to do when you do these stuff."

"So what? Do you want me to stop?", you ask more sharply than you meant to.

"I enjoyed not needing anyone. I didn’t need anyone else to make me feel safe. I was getting good again because I didnt care, but with you? I care. I care a lot and it’s as if I’m relying on everyone else", Bucky didnt know if he was talking to himself of to you anymore, but his words felt so honest. Brutally honest. "I hate it. I don’t want my entire world to depend on anyone else but me." he piercied his eyes deep into yours.

You nod in agreement. If that was the problem, than you knew how to fix it.

"You don’t need anyone but yourself, but you can have me anyway, Buck.", you stated simply.

Bucky sighed, his internal struggles evident in his eyes. He looked at you, searching for any sign of doubt or hesitation. Yet, all he found was sincerity and a kind of understanding only you showed him.

"You're offering something I don't deserve, doll" he admitted, his gaze shifting to the tabletop.

"Deserve? Who decides what we deserve, Bucky?" you replied, your voice steady and resolute. "Life doesn't work that way. Sometimes, you just find someone who makes the journey a little less lonely. I'm not here to fix you. I'm here because I want to be."

Bucky's eyes softened, and for a moment, the weight on his shoulders seemed to lift, if only slightly.

"I'm a mess, Y/N. I'm not good company," he warned.

"I don't care," you reassured him, leaning forward and passing the item that was wrapped in your hand to his . A bracelet. "I made this for you.", you showed him the bracelet, without time to wrap it you just put it in your bag hoping he wouldn't mind. It said 'White Wolf', the name he had been given in Wakanda after everything was over and he was finally free. Bucky had told you this at the very beginning of your friendship with him. How that name had a special meaning for him. White Wolf signified Bucky's rebirth and redemption. A new beginning, a new identity and a chance to find purpose and peace. And he found it. He was finding it. And you were more part of it than you knew.

He didn't move as you placed the small item on his arm. It was cute.

You watched as Bucky examined the bracelet, his fingers tracing the engraved words. He looked at the bracelet, and for the first time since you sat down, a genuine smile touched his lips. "I... I don't know what to say," he admitted, his eyes meeting yours.

"You don't have to say anything," you replied, pushing your chair back and getting up. "I gotta go now."

"Wait, what?," the soldier asked confused. "You're leaving?"

You turned to face him, one eyebrow raised in question. "Hell, yeah. It's Christmas and I have a couple of movies to marathon. My friend bailed out on me", you smiled, but the smile didnt quite reach your eyes.

“So you just came here to scold me?", he asked confused.

“Pretty much. And besides, friends don't let friends wallow in self-pity. So, get it together, Barnes.", you offered him a bigger smile this time. "I miss my friend, Buck." You grabbed the coffee Bucky was drinking and took it with you as you left.

"You're relentless, you know that?"

"It's a special skill," you replied, almost by the door. "See you around, Bucky."

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The Arrangement. Part nine

Part Eight

Part Nine: Smut/Unedited

A line of unmarked black cars cascaded up the winding driveway of our estate. A parade of cars that seemed like an ominous omen of what was to come next. I stand there, looking out the gigantic circular window overlooking the front lawn, my eyes tired from the night before. Colby Brock had called in his associates for whatever he had planned to do next.

Regardless of the consequences.

I shake the thought from my head as a quiet voice comes from behind me. 

“Are you ready?”

Sam rasps, his hand on the small of my back. I glance over my shoulder and breathe a deep sigh. He looked at me slowly, noting what I was wearing. A pair of skinny jeans, oxfords, and a blue sweater. Kris had put my hair up in a half up and down look, the updo part supported by a blue bow, which looked like something Belle from Beauty and the Beast would wear. It was a more casual look but I figured I didn’t need to dress up for whatever revenge plot Colby was cooking up. It was clothing that I would’ve worn before my new life started a year ago.

Clothing that felt more like me for the first time in so long.

I nod feebly and turn to face him, our eyes meeting. For a moment he allowed his eyes to drift to my stomach, the nonexistent baby bump was almost enough for me to believe I’d dreamed everything up. But the blood test I’d taken confirmed it, I was pregnant.

I was pregnant with Colby Brock’s baby.

Though no one could tell yet, it was still too early. A look moves to Sam’s face as he reaches forward to place a hand on the side of my face. For a moment I froze, because he never touched me like this. He breathes a deep sigh, his thumb lightly grazing my cheekbone. He swallows hard when he sees the look of confusion move to my eyes and then he moves his hand from me. It looks like there’s something he wants to tell me, but he doesn’t. It's the same look that I’d seen once or twice throughout the duration of my first year of marriage. My marriage to his best friend and adopted brother. 

“Sam? Is something wrong?”

I ask. Genuine concern starts to overtake me as I look at him. I don’t know what’s got him being like this with me. I don’t know if it's because he found out I was pregnant two days ago and he was being a protective friend or if he knew something I didn’t know. Whatever it was, it caused me great pain to see him looking at me like this. 

At first he doesn't respond, only takes my hands in his, his thumb tracing over the wedding ring and wedding band that I haven’t taken off since I got married. He traces the gaudy design in silence for several minutes before he dares to look up at me. 

“Colby is so lucky to have you...”

He sounds almost bitter when he says this. 

“... He’s always been so careless when it comes to loving someone. Always seemed to be in it for the sex and he didn’t care who he fucked over in the process. He’s hurt a lot of people in pursuit of his own desires, but with you…”

He pauses once more, his hands gripping mine a little firmer. As if to drive his point home. 

“... With you he’s been so different. But if he ever does anything to hurt you again I don’t think I could forgive him. I love him too much to let him make that mistake and I love you too much to let him treat you that way…”

At first I think he’s saying he loves me like a sister-in-law, but when he looks at me he continues speaking.

“... Over the past seven months, when Colby got distant with you, when we started spending everyday together hanging out, that’s when I fell for you. When you came home from that event sobbing I wanted to hit him, seeing you upset because of him, drove me insane. I love you and I just wanted to say it out loud once.”

His admission causes my heart to skip a beat and for shock to reach my face. For a few minutes neither of us speaks as we study each other closely. I don’t know what has brought this on, but I knew that we didn’t have the time to get into this now. I knew that I didn’t feel the same way about him. Even if he was one of the best people I’d ever known, Colby was my person and nothing was going to change that. 

“Sam, I’m sorry. I-”

I attempt to say, but he cuts me off with a small smile.

“I know you love him and I know that it was wrong for me to get those feelings. I will deal with my shit, but I just wanted you to know because keeping it to myself had been really fucking hard Emilia.”

I smile back at him and give his hands a firm squeeze this time. Sam had become the brother I always wanted and I felt bad that this had happened. But I was glad that he understood how I felt. 

“I already told Colby.”

He rasps quietly, his eyes on the ground in shame. I feel my stomach drop for a moment as I try to mentally picture how my husband handled that conversation. 

“Oh?”

Is all I can manage in response, my eyes searching Sam’s face for any sort of indication of how it went. Especially since Colby hadn’t bothered to tell me what his best friend and adopted brother had said. Sam sighs moving his hands from mine to swoop his bangs to the side, exposing a black and blue fist sized bruise on the side of his head. My jaw drops as my hands move to my mouth in shock. I only get a good look at it for a second before he swoops his bangs back into place. 

“I’m sorry he hurt you.”

I manage softly, his shoulders shrugging like it’s no big deal. 

“Can’t say I wouldn’t have done the same thing if another guy who was close with my wife told me he was in love with her. I’m sorry to spring things on you. I just had to get it off of my chest.”

I give him another small smile as Celina’s voice carries up the stairs, my eyes meeting hers at the bottom when I look around Sam. 

“Get down here you two.”

He breathes a sigh and extends his arm to link with mine so we can go down the stairs. When I link with him, he makes sure to slowly guide me down the stairs. 

“You know I’m not that pregnant that I can’t manage the stairs.”

I whisper to him, with a playful grin on my face. He rolls his eyes and smiles back. 

“You’re literally carrying precious cargo. I’m not risking you tripping down these stairs. I’m already on Colby’s shit list and that’s the last thing I need.”

I can’t help but laugh at the logic, a deep hearty laugh that I needed to release after that brief moment of tension up stairs. A laugh that Sam returns. However, my husband’s face looks less enthused when we reach the bottom of the stairs and he sees us both cracking up. Jealousy seems to find a home in his eyes when Sam and I unlink arms and I make my way over to him. He stares at his brother for a few seconds before leaning down to press his lips to mine. Pulling my body in against his as he deepens the kiss. Putting on a show in front of his brother as if to say ‘she’s mine’. I break the kiss when I realize what he’s doing and our eyes meet. 

“Colbs. Everyone already knows who I belong to.”

I whisper just for him to hear, his eyes fixated on me. His breathing is uneven and I can see the lust burning deep within him. He likes it when I say that I belong to him, likes it even better when I say it and he’s deep inside of me. I smirk up at him, through innocent eyes that seem to taunt him. 

“Baby, you’re playing a dangerous game…”

He growls back at me, as quietly as I had spoken moments before.

“... When this meeting is over. I’m going to fuck you so hard you never doubt who you belong to.”

A chill moves up my spine at his words, but I don’t let any physical reaction show as I take a step back. I look over my shoulder, into the living room and sigh when I look at his friends who’d come today. All of them were doing their own thing, Sam just now joining them. I didn’t know why Colby had invited Corey, Johnnie, Jake, and Nate, but I didn't question it. He told me not to, so I didn’t. I knew that I needed to keep my head down and focus on our baby, not whatever was up his sleeve. 

“Hey Kris and Celina?”

Colby asks, the two girls moving from the living room where everyone else is. Joining us as Colby takes a step back from me. 

“Do you think you two could distract my wife for a few hours? I have an important meeting I’m going to be holding in my office. I don’t want her getting any ideas about eavesdropping.”

He shoots me a playful look before turning his attention to the girls. They answer him back with friendly ‘sures’ and he gives me one last kiss on the forehead before going into the living room. He tells the guys they’re going to be going into his office and they all leave without so much as a second glance. Leaving us all alone. 

“Anyone feel like that was a little sexist?”

Kris jokes, Celina and I laughing. It felt weird for sure. Why would I need to be distracted? Was this work related? What did he need to talk about that I couldn’t hear about? I tried to consider that maybe he was just trying to keep me from stressing out and that’s why he didn’t want me near the meeting. I look at the girls and smile. I can’t think of what to say to them, suddenly feeling awkward, so I decide to try and get out of the house. 

“Anyone want to go for a walk? I’ve lived here for over a year and I still haven’t seen all of the grounds. It might be nice to make this place feel more like a home.” 

Celina looks from me to Kris with a look of suspicion. Knowing full well that this home felt more like a museum I was forced to stay in than a real home. 

“We can, but I feel like there’s something you’re not telling me.” 

Celina says, her eyes narrowing at me for a moment. She can see right through me and I’m too excited to not say anything. 

“I’m pregnant.” 

I say with a small smile, hoping they don’t judge me too harshly. They might not have said it out loud, but I’d seen the looks they’d give Colby when he was an ass. They’d seen the way that he treated me and they’d seen how hard this adjustment had been. Now, having a baby just took that adjustment up several notches. 

They both look at me in genuine shock. Both faces look serious as they process what I’ve said. Something that makes me wish I hadn’t said anything at all. My smiles fades and I look at the two of them feeling any joy I felt flee. 

“Is he going to step up?” 

Is all Kris asks, her face slightly more sympathetic now that she sees how the joy I’d been feeling has faded. 

“He says that he is.” 

My voice replies, sounding small and slightly ashamed. They probably thought I was ridiculous for being excited for even a moment. They knew that our relationship had been volatile at times. They knew that the main focus of our relationship was sex, but they didn’t know that it was loving too. That was something that we hadn’t been great at showing others, it was even harder when Colby pulled his latest bullshit. I realize they were right to be weary and I have to remind myself to be weary too. I have to remind myself that he still needed to prove himself to me. 

“He better or Sam might kill him...”

Celina states, more to herself than anyone else, a statement that earns a look from Kris. A look that tells me they were well aware of how Sam felt about me.

“Did he tell you guys?”

I ask, my voice unable to hide the shock I feel. Did everyone know about this before I did?

“...We’re really close friends and we have been for the past five years. Colby’s always been distant and doing his own thing, but Sam is the reason we started working here. He’s the only one who’s ever taken the time to actually talk to us and not just boss us around.” 

Mentally, I think back to every interaction Colby has had with both Kris and Celina and realize, to my horror, that they were right. He didn’t treat them like friends, even if he let them come over and spend time with me or Sam. He kept everyone at arm’s length until he needed something from them. A thought that I’d had on more than one occasion. 

About my own relationship with him.

“I’m sorry.”

I whisper, feeling selfish and idiotic. I couldn’t understand how I could quickly forget his shortcomings. Was I willingly allowing him to treat the people I cared about like this? What would I do if he was like this with our child? 

“You don’t need to say sorry. We’re sorry for being negative. We are happy for you and I know that you’re going to be an amazing mom.We just want him to be better for you.”

Kris says this hopefully, as if her words can take away the mixed emotions falling over me. My eyes meet both of the women standing in front of me, their eyes more sympathetic with fake encouragement laced on their face and suddenly I don’t want to hangout with anyone anymore. Regardless of what Kris had just said to me. Suddenly I just want to go upstairs and cry myself to sleep. 

–

Everyone leaves eight hours later. 

The house is eerily quiet as I stood in the kitchen all alone. I’d sent Celina and Kris home for dinner, along with our kitchen staff. I didn’t like relying on other people to do everything for me. It didn’t feel right, I used to cook for my dad every night. I used to clean for fun (all while listening to my cleaning playlist on my phone). I used to do so much more than be a doll who dressed up and did what she was told. So I stood in the kitchen with cooked jumbo shells and a bowl of ricotta filling. It had been so long since I made stuffed shells and it made me think of my dad. It was his favorite thing I cooked. The thought of him tugs at my heartstrings, my eyes watering as I fill the shells up and start lining them in the pan. I hum to myself to fill the silence and fall into a steady pace as I fill the pan. Once I’ve filled it with the shells, I open the tomato sauce and cover the shells and add the mozzarella on top. I slide the food into the oven and breathe a deep sigh.

“Okay, now it just needs to cook for 25 minutes.”

I whisper to myself, my focus turning to the sink behind me. I begin to wash the dishes I’ve dirtied when I hear a loud sound come from behind me. The sound of voices shouting from behind a closed door. I want to investigate but know that I can’t leave the food unwatched. I breathe another deep sigh and dry my hands off. Grabbing the pot holders I slide them on and take the food out of the oven. Once it’s safely out and set on top of the stove I investigate the sound of shouting I’d heard before. 

Down the long corridor connecting that leads out of the kitchen is Colby’s office door, which is where the sounds of shouting were coming from. The rest of the guests had left over an hour ago, but Sam had remained in the office. From where I am standing I can’t quite make out what is being said, but the muffled voices are booming from the otherside. Out of curiosity I place my ear against the door, my focus on whatever words I can pick up. 

“This will work Sam!”

Colby’s voice sounds like venom when he speaks, each letter biting.

“If we follow the plan then Emilia’s father will be safe. We just have to get him to the safe house.  If we take away the leverage they have over her then that’s a start. We just have to plan how it won’t get tracked back to us.”

I feel my heart start to beat in my chest when I hear the sound of Colby’s voice talking about my father. What were they planning? I hear Sam sigh, his voice tired as if they’d gone over what to do for hours.

“I think the plan of attack needs to come from me. Mom and dad have always been blind to any of the things I’ve done that are unsavory. They act like I'm an angel or something, but it’s my fault that we are even in this position in the first place.” 

My heartbeat quickens when I hear him say this. From the other side of the door I hear Colby breathe a deep sigh. A dangerous growl that seems to indicate that he’s on the verge of losing it on his brother. 

“What the hell are you talking about?”

He asks Sam in confusion. Sam lets out a bitter laugh, like he’s uncomfortable with what he’s going to admit to.

“Mom and dad let it slip that someone stole money from them. They needed someone to scare the person who owed them money. They didn’t go to you because they’ve been pissed at you since you went blabbing to some reporter when you were drunk at the bar. So, they sent me out. Gave me a gun that is identical to a real gun and I broke into some guy's house and intended on scaring him into paying mom and dad back. His daughter came home and started begging for me not to hurt him. She’d just come home from a night class and she looked so fucking scared and I didn’t mean to scare her. But then she offered herself up to spare his life and I had an idea. Mom and dad had been planning to put you in an arranged marriage for months and when I saw her. This beautiful, green-eyed, sweet little thing I knew that she would be perfect for you.”

I feel sick hearing Sam speak. The night replaying in my mind. The night I’d come home and saw a masked man with a gun to my father’s head. The blue eyes that had looked back at me as I offered myself up to save my dad. The man who laughed in my face and told me he knew what he was going to do with me was Sam. 

The Sam that held me through the roughest moments of my life. Who’d become my best friend here. The man who’d told me he was in love with me hours ago. He was the reason I was here now. He was the reason I entered into this marriage. He was the reason for all of it and it made me sick. Because I trusted him more than anything and he’d done this. I cover my mouth to hold in the tears that escape me. 

“You helped cause all of this?”

Colby asks in disbelief. Shock is laced into his words and I can only imagine the look he’s giving his brother. Whatever he’s doing Sam is quick to defend himself. 

“You should be thanking me. Honestly, she’s perfect for you and for our family. When I saw her I knew you’d like her. She’s your type only better because she’s not a random skank who is going to ruin our family’s image. She’s perfect, beautiful, kind, and you wouldn’t be with her had I not made an executive decision.”

I feel sick. My stomach turns and I don’t know how to feel. Yes, I’d met the love of my life because of Sam. But my dad, my entire world, was getting hurt because of it. I keep my mouth covered as Sam speaks again. 

“Remember what I did for you the next time your fucking her sweet little pussy. Remember what I did for you whenever the tabloids have something nice to say about you for once. And remember that, had it not been for me, you would’ve ended up with someone who wouldn’t have played by the rules. Our sweet little Emilia is the only one who could’ve gotten us here. She’s bringing new life to our family and it’s all because I made it so.” 

The way he says our makes the hair on my neck stand on end. Like they both own me. With shaking hands I go to grab the door knob, my hand resting on the cold gold for a moment. Colby says something harsh to Sam, but I can’t bring myself to listen to the words. Instead, I move my hand from the door knob and walk away. 

Clinging to the wall of the corridor I retreat back to the kitchen. I put the food back into the oven and stood there in utter shock. I hear the office door open and the shouting resumes, but travels away from me. As if Colby is kicking Sam out for the night. The front door slams so loud that it almost feels like the house is going to crumble around it. I tremble as I hear Colby’s feet travel down the hallway. 

“My love?”

He calls, when he’s unsure of where I’ve gone. With a shaking breath I reply out of fear of worrying him. 

“I’m in the kitchen.”

I call back lifelessly. All I can do is think of Sam’s eyes. Now when I picture his pale blue eyes I can see it. 

I can see that night. 

How could I not see it before? How could I have spent so much time being with him and getting to know him and not see it? We’d spent nearly every day together for well over a year and I had no idea. He had been so scared the night he found the severed ear of my father. He had held me through any of the loneliness I’d felt with Colby. And he’d been so kind to me whenever I needed it, but it was him. This entire thing happened because he was doing what mommy and daddy wanted him to do. He’d threatened my dad and used me as collateral for his family image. Used my dad as leverage for whenever I didn’t do as I was told. Suddenly I didn’t know if I could ever face Sam again. How could he have said he loved me earlier when he’d done all of this? All of this without telling me? Maybe we could’ve moved past this if he’d been honest with me from the beginning, before the maiming of my father. Before he’d got his hooks in me and befriended me. I can’t stop the tears from hitting me, even as Colby enters the room, his eyes finding me. Without saying a word he knows that I know everything that was said. He can tell that I’m utterly devastated and betrayed. The same look that he wears on his face mirrors mine. We’d both been played by Sam. 

“Emilia-I-I’m so sorry-”

I cut him off by placing my hand in front of me, gesturing for him to stop. He sounds so broken when he speaks and the tears in his eyes are legitimate as he takes a step forward. Without saying anything I pull him in for a hug and bury my head in his chest. I hold onto him tightly as if hugging him could take away the pain of this newest discovery. He holds onto me too, his head on top of mine.

“... It’s okay baby. I’ve got you. I’ve got both of you.”

His nod to our unborn child makes my heart swell, my arms squeezing him firmly. We remain like this for several minutes before I dare to pull back and look at him. His blue eyes are filled with concern as we look at each other. He’s unsure of what to do or say. 

Because he knew nothing he said could change what happened. 

“I’m cooking dinner.” 

I rasp when I can’t think of anything else to say. I didn’t even know how to unpack every single emotion washing over me. He gives me the smallest smile and places his hands on either side of my face, his thumbs brushing the stray tears away. 

“How much of that did you hear?”

He asks. 

“From when you started talking about a safe house for my father. I heard what Sam said. I heard all of it.”

A nod is all he gives me at first as he mulls over what to say next. 

“He’s going to be staying with some friends for the time being. I told him we both need space to process everything.”

It’s my turn to nod and process. Suddenly I’m thankful that he’s being level headed for the both of us. We both felt betrayed and it was all so raw right now. Space would be the best thing for everyone involved. Even though a small part of me wanted to slap him for saying what he said and doing what he did. 

“Now, what do you need from me?”

He asks, trying to do whatever he can to help me through this. I pondered the question for a moment before deciding on what I needed at this moment. Here, in his arms and with these feelings that felt like they were going to break me into a thousand pieces, I needed a distraction. I needed him to distract me and make me feel something else. 

Anything else but this.

“I need you.”

The desperation in my voice gives my desires away immediately. For a second my husband looks down at me in confusion, only to replace the expression with a dark look of desire.

“How do you need me?”

He asks, his voice deeper as he leans down to press his lips to mine. He deepens the kiss instantly, his tongue in my mouth. I can feel that he needs this distraction too. That he’s hurting as much as I am and in need of reprieve. I feel his hands move to my waist as he lifts me up off of the floor to the counter top. He spreads my jean covered legs apart and stands between them as his hands find my hair. His lips never seem to leave mine, not even when he needs to take a breath. 

“I need you to fuck me, so hard I never doubt that it’s you I belong to.”

Repeating his prior words towards me is enough to send him spinning. He pulls my body in against his, removing what little space had been between the both of us. The way his hands tangle in my hair and the gentle pull they give me is almost too much to bear. I can feel myself getting wetter the longer we remain like this. 

“How long does that have to cook for?”

He asks, wanting to know how long we have before the oven interrupts us. I can’t help but giggle when he says this, amused by the question. An action that causes him to groan against my lips. 

“20 minutes.”

Is all I reply as he lifts me off of the kitchen counter. He guides us to the kitchen table, staring down at me for a moment before his hands move to the button of my jeans. He undoes them and slowly drags them down my body, pulling them off with my pair of oxfords. My clothing gets tossed to the floor without any consideration, his hands moving to my underwear. A smirk finds his lips when he sees how wet I am. 

“Fuck.”

He groans when he pulls the underwear down my legs, eyes fixated on my arousal. The care he’d put into tossing my clothing away is the same with my underwear, adding them to the pile. I can’t look away from him as he watches me. Quietly debating what he wants to do next. He turns his attention to the sweater I was still wearing. He gets on top of me on the table, his lips finding mine once more as he kisses me, I feel the ghost of his hands moving the sweater up my torso. He’s so gentle as he does this that it causes a chill to move up my spine. Goose bumps form on my arms as he pulls my sleaves off of me. He pauses his kisses long enough to lift the sweater over my head and off of my body. I hear the fabric fall to the floor, and I can’t help but whimper at the loss of his lips as he starts to kiss down my neck. His lips travel down my throat and to my chest, kissing up to the valley between my breasts. 

Our eyes lock as he uses his teeth to unclasp the front of my strapless bra, removing the last peice of fabric on my body. Once the bra is gone he continues kissing down the valley of my breasts, stopping on ly when he decides to give my left nipple attention. He uses his mouth to suck the sensitive bud of my breast, his free hand carefully messaging the other breast. My body arches into him as he does this relentless assult on my breasts. I knew if this lasted too much longer I would cum. 

He knew it too.

Which is why I am not surprised when he stills his actions and gets off of me. I look at him, my chest rising and falling as he moves his hands to his black button up. 

“Can you touch yourself while I undress baby doll?”

He asks, his eyes on me as he waits for me to do as I’ve been told. Realizing he won’t undress himself until I’ve done as I’d been instructed. I slowly moved my hands down my torso, our eyes never leaving one another. My hands reach down to my slick sex. He unbuttons one button and waits until I’ve dipped my index finger into my wet folds before resuming. I can’t help but moan at the sensation of finger fucking myself. It was the same as when he did it, but I was so sensitive that even my fingers offered some relief.

But only some.

“Hmm, that’s my girl.”

He practically purrs as he finally completely undoes my shirt. The fabric finding its place in the pile on the floor. 

“Add another finger baby.”

He speaks in a lower register. His hands on his jean button.  My heart skip a beat as I add another finger, anothe rmoan escapes me. I slowly pump my fingers in and out of myself. The entire time I do this I can’t help but think about how much better this would feel if it was his fingers inside of me. My eyes flutter closed as I bring myself closer to the edge. His pants fall to the ground and I hear his shoes lightly thud to the floor. 

“That’s enough baby. Daddy doesn’t want you to cum until I’ve had my chance to play with you.”

His hands still my actions and before I truly have to process it. His lips are on mine once more. His hands pulling my fingers away from where I need them the most. I whimper at the loss of them. The loss only lasts for a moment before I feel the tip of his hardened cock at the entrance of my soaked sex. I make make sure to open my eyes and stare directly at Colby as he slowly sinks his hardened length inside of me. His jaw clenches and his lips part as he pushes himself as far as he can inside of me. A small gasp of pleasure escapes me the moment he’s inside of me. 

“Colby.”

I whisper his name, unable to say or think of anyone else. He chuckles, knowing all too well that he’s scrambled my mind before even moving inside of me. He pushes his lips back to mine as he guides his hands to either side of my lips. He lifts me up slightly  and starts to move. His thrusts are careful as my elevated hips allow for him to hit deeper inside of me. 

With every thrust I feel like I could cum without warning. Every movement felt euphoric. After a while I can feel myself moving to meet his thrusts. My body in desperate need of a resolution to my climax. Careful groans pass his lips as he soaks me in, savoring each second he’s inside of me. 

“Does my sweet little wife need to cum?”

He mumbles against my lips in between kisses. I hum in response when I can’t think of actual words to say. Which earns a hum from him in response. He quickens his pace. With each thrust he’s sloppier and sloppier as our bodies both reach our highs aand we come undone. 

We cum together. Both of us falling into a heap of breathlessness. 

Neither of us speaks as we collect ourselves. Both of our bodies tired from the range of emotions we’d felt today. He smiles down at me sweetly, his eyes flicking over to the stove before returning back to me. 

“How about we eat what you cooked, have some sparkingling grape juice, since someone is preventing you from drinking, and watch a show?”

He lightly places his hand on my stomach when he mentions our unborn child as the reason for drinking grape juice. He stares down at my stomach in wonder. I don’t think it had hit him that we were expecting. It still didn’t feel real to me either. Something that I knew would change as my body changed. Without speaking he places his lips on my stomach, giving me a soft kiss.

“I love you little one. I promise to be a better parent than what I had.”

He looks up at me and smiles once more. He looks so genuinely happy and it’s enough to make my eyes fill with tears. Was Sam right? Should we be thanking him for bringing us together? Where would we be if he never did what he did? Its an unbearable thought. 

I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.

But even still, I couldn’t just forgive him. Colby might’ve been an ass at times, but he was always up front with me about who he was. He never tried to hide it. 

Even when I wished he would’ve.

Sam’s betrayal stung because he’d hidden this from me. Even when I overheard him speaking to Colby he didn’t sound like the Sam I’d gotten to know. I look at Colby, blinking back the tears as he helps me up off of the table, his hands careful and cautious. 

“I would really like that Colby.”

I whisper as I think of how much we both needed a night of normalcy. After everything that happened today, we deserved a nice relaxing night in. But I couldn’t shake the fear of what tomorrow could bring. 

The fear of a new day and whatever Hell could come with it.

#colby brock #colby brock fanfic #colby brock smut #sam and colby #sam and colby smut #sam and colby fanfiction #colby brock imagine #colby x reader

[bisexual-horror-fan]

Seeing as Scream 7 is going to end up being cancelled because who even wants to watch it anymore, what would you personally have done with the plot and storyline?

Also Happy New Year!!!!!

This ask. Oh my GOD! This ask yes! Okay, okay, let's get into it.

I want some serious stakes, some real blood, hear me out. I want shit to be serious. So.

We start off with someone getting ready. We are unable to tell who they are, like gloved handles lacing books, sheathing a knife, all that, like it is not clear who it is. We then see them leave, we keep on their boots as they walk, some cuts, they make it to wherever they are meant to be. We hear rustling in their backpack, and then you see the robe drop, they are in the Ghostface fit. It pans up slowly, phone is out and they are calling someone.

Who do they call for the opening cold call?

Gale Weathers.

We have the opening scene, the back and forth, all that, they've broken in, they get the drop on Gale, I am talking a dirty, nasty thing, like she is tryna come around the corner and just gets a knife in the side of the throat, blade is dragged through and just full throat slit. She is bleeding and choking everywhere. Ghostface doesn't leave until she is dead. Multiple stab wounds. Stays until she is no longer breathing.

It is an uncomfortable shot, long. Ghostface with the mask a little bloody just staring down at her.

Then, they leave. No big dramatic slash to the title. Not this time.

We get into the main people, Tara, and Sam and Chad and Mindy finding out that Gale is fucking dead. Obvi there is concern about what this means.

I think the four of them have been cautious about getting close to other people, but the small relationships that they have allowed are not targeted like they all expect. It's the opposite. Anyone who is causing the core four issues is ending up dead.

Suspicion is thrown on the core four hard. Kirby is involved, she is of course trying to help, when she gets a bit too close she is hurt but not killed, just seriously maimed, to the point of medically incuded coma lets say. Sidney is mentioned briefly, she is staying farrrr away from all of this mess, everyone is glad about that, because man she still deserves that break.

The cops feel very unhelpful and so it's on the four to try and solve this, but it's hard, long, twisting, shit is confusing and not making sense and they are TIRED. The average Scream movie takes place over a few days, this will be longer. Suspicion is weighing heavily on all of them, the murders are piling up, it isn't totally making sense, it's messy, there seems to be no real reason to who is dying. At first.

It comes out over time that these people who are being killed sucked, did morally shady and awful things.

I want this body count high and us caring about the people in my opinion is not important. I want them amount of gore and the uncertainty to be bringing the scares and the heat, I want it oppressive.

And then. Kirby gets out of her medically induced coma.

And guess what she has to share?

She knows who did it. She is on the phone with like Tara and Kirby reveals the killer is Sam.

Not sure the place of the final set piece, but somewhere outdoors is appealing to me, don't ask me why, (also btw we should just set this in winter, blood on snow man, we need it, we need a winter set Scream to finish this series cuz this would be the finale' in my opinion)

Mindy is there for the reveal monologue cuz she deserves that. Sam goes off about how frustrated she is. It's been years since the last Ghostface event. She talks about how good it felt to kill and having some asshole pop up and terrorize them, she got to kill in self-defence, get some of the urges out, there has been no such opportunity in too long. She tried to ignore it, the pressure is building, she is attempting to be good, but then she gets an email from Gale who reaches out, she is trying to be better and do right by her, telling Sam and giving her a heads-up she is going to be writing a new book about the events of EVERYTHING, a full covering of all the Ghostface murders with her years of perspective after everything and Sam is just done.

She decides she is going to get her fix. She is gonna take out Gale and be done. She does it and oh my fucking God she missed this. She cannot stop herself, it becomes a compulsion. So, whenever the opportunity arises, when someone fucks with her family, with the core four, she takes the opportunity. It escalates further, she is seeking out people who she deems deserve this because that makes it okay, right? She is better than those other murders, those previous Ghostface's. She has been through so much, she's earned the right, she is doing it to protect her family. She has just fully snapped under everything.

They, the core four, assume she is gonna take them out. They know too much, she is going to end them.

She doesn't hurt or go after them because she wants them all to be together always. Tries to convince them that this is what is right, this is what should happen, just keep quiet and she will keep everyone safe. Girl is manic and unhinged.

They can't let that happen.

Three against one. They don't kill her but manage to hurt her bad enough to restrain her. The cops are called, she is hauled off, screaming and crying and heartbroken. The core four is no more, but hey, the triangle is the strongest shape in nature, so maybe they can find a way to be okay. Sam is naturally locked up and ngl at this point we also get some serious confirmation Stu IS alive and is ALSO in prison because Sam gets a letter from him. Sam and Stu are prison pen pals, no, you cannot change my mind.

#OKAY #OKAY SO YEAH #SO THIS IS MY THOUGHT PROCESS #BHF writing #BHF opinions #This is what I would want scream 7 to be I don't care

[lovetransaction]

the brother within: #3

3) being liminal, the dog is the guardian of the threshold, and is thereby a protector of hearth and home, of structure and tradition; and, – Daniel Deardorff, The Other Within: The Genius of Deformity in Myth, Culture & Psyche

When Sam was two months old, a wasp flew in the window and landed on his tummy. Mom had fallen asleep for just a minute, Dean knew she needed a minute sometimes so he didn't wake her up, he stood by the crib and watched the wasp's pointy brown body moving in circles against Sam's so-soft onesie. Sam hadn't noticed yet. Dean put two of his fingers on Sam's tummy and the wasp crawled onto them and it felt gross but he held his breath and walked to the window and the wasp flew back out before he even got there. He went back and Sam was looking at him, and Dean said, "you're ohhhh-kay," the way Dad said it sometimes, which meant that it was.

---

Dean started crying and couldn't stop when Mr. Darling sent Nana out to the doghouse when he watched Peter Pan. He never did finish the movie.

---

There comes a time when Sam has an imaginary friend and Dean doesn't much like it. There comes a time when Sam has a secret dog during secret Flagstaff and Dean doesn't like that either. There comes a time when Sam has both a girlfriend and a dog that Dean doesn't know and that's shitty too.

Dean doesn't like dogs in his car. Dean paid attention to that one Aesop's Fable about the manger, but he doesn't think it applies to him, not really. Who uses mangers anymore anyhow? They'd just burn up in the fire and take the baby messiah with them.

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"Good boy," Dad says, tired, and hauls Dean onto his lap all sprawled and sideways so he can swizzle his fingertips into Dean's hair and then wrap him up in a tight hug. "You're always taking care of us," Dad mumbles against the side of Dean's head, fingers moving behind Dean's ear as he sighs. They both smell like the tomato and rice soup Dean had managed to cobble together out of a tin of Campbell's and some leftover fried rice, and the tang of it isn't exactly the nicest but it's comforting. Like home. Sam's on the other end of the sofa conked out from eating the last tin of pudding, and Dean turns around until he can settle against Dad properly. The rise and fall of Dad's stomach, the occasional thick way he clears his throat -- he swallowed some kind of ectoplasm on the last hunt and it's still working through his system -- and the swish of Dad's fingers through his hair. Dean's getting too big for this, he knows. But for tonight he made it all feel right, he did it all good, and his brother and father are sleepy and quiet and Dean's a good boy.

---

He wasn't gonna fuck a poodle, come on. Not one that looked like that.

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"You're me but backwards," Chuck says to him at one point. Dean's still stinging from the don't confuse me with your dad remark, especially since technically Chuck is supposed to be basically everyone's dad, otherwise what's the whole frigging point of the Our Father?

"You're backwards," is what Dean says, and Chuck grins and shoots finger guns at him. "You should've kept your dad's dog tags," Chuck says. "You know what I do with lukewarm things. You should commit to the motif."

Dean doesn't ask what the hell Chuck's talking about. Dean leaves it alone.

---

Sam's the one who guts the hellhound. Dean can't do anything but watch.

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The bunker is the best place they've ever been and Dean doesn't waste time in making it a home, because Dean knows better than to waste time. For a while after that extra forty in Hell he'd counted his age in dog years, because that seemed to make more sense. But most of that wasn't really living. Most of that was a choke chain, and sometimes he still feels it biting into his throat in Alastair's voice, and Azazel's, and John's. He feels bad about that last one and he doesn't. Dad had outlasted him in Hell, after all. If anybody would understand it would be him.

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Sometimes, Dean thinks, all of their hard work and sacrifice isn't what they're left with in the end. It all comes down to a miracle.

#dean winchester #vetala in samarkan #spike brought up the longer quote #and i jumped on this point #dean as a liminal creature makes me NUTS

[shirtlesspacman]

I just realized I never got to ask you: what did you think of TMagP episode 9?

it was really good! kinda silly but i love those episodes too and i think they’re important to the series as a whole. i’m also very invested in alice’s and sam’s relationship now (as if i wasn’t before) and i gotta know why they broke up.

they seem on very good terms, right? and alice got sam a job so it’s obvious they care about each other. i don’t see any glaring problems/ character flaws yet that might’ve caused their breakup.

i wonder if the reason the broke up will be something story related or will it just be like ‘idk they just sorta lost feelings for each other’. i have a sneaky feeling that it might turn out to be important to the story but i’m also insane so.

love that teddy came back. his relationship with alice sounds so sweet and wholesome, honestly. like an annoying little sister and her tired older brother. if teddy dies then i swear to gods-

i’m very anxious about todays episode thooo. i’m not sure if you’ve seen it but the crew said it’s gonna be a big one. i’m pretty sure one of them also said there’s gonna be a lot of lena moments in there that further her character which i’m very excited about as well.

though more about episode 9- i knew the main character was a dick immediately when he started talking about how he doesn’t like dnd. i mean. where is to it joy and whimsy sir. never trust a person who thinks ttrpg’s are not fun.

i’m also more and more confused about what the magnus institute is supposed to be in this universe. i thought it was supposed to be just some sort of (evil) gifted kid program but the collecting of artifacts? that’s what the magnus institue did in the magnus archives?? perhaps the two institutes are more similar to each other than we originally thought.

also that gifted kid program was definitely some weird fucked up shit. i just wonder what exactly were they trying to do with it? what was its point? i think we’re gonna learn more about it this episode since alice and sam are going to the ruins.

okay i’m talking and talking and talking- what about you?? what did you think?? any theories, new thoughts??

@ace-disgrace-on-the-case

[romanarose]

Sunshine, Starlight, Sweetheart, Brightside: Chapter 29

Steven Grant x OC X Marc Spector

Story Masterlist

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Fic Summary: Steven meets Sam and they strike up a quick relationship, both kindhearted and loving, they fall fast. But both have a lot going on. Steven had Marc and Moon Knight, and Sam has mental health problems of her own. Slowly, Steven starts to put together pieces of her story as Sam starts to get to know Marc and Jake.

Chapter summary: Sam makes a change, then comes onto Marc, but is she ready?

WARNINGS: Talk of sexual and physical assault, smut, piv sex, mutual masturbation.

Bold is Steven, Italics is Marc, red is Jake

Photo references For Sam’s before and after

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Marc was in the bathroom, washing his hands when he heard her come home. 

“Marc? Steven?” Sam called, Marc didn’t miss the nervousness in her voice. No matter how much she tried to hide her emotions, he could read her like a book.

She’s back He informed Steven, and probably Jake, although Jake was minding his business lately. Sam had said she’d be home late. This was the first time since the attack she had walked alone. She was going to walk with Elena, but apparently had something she wanted to do. Something she wouldn’t tell Marc. And refused to let them come walk her from wherever she was. 

“In the bathroom! Be right out!” He called, turning to dry his hands. When he went to turn the bathroom handle, there was a soft slam on her body against the door and a hand on the handle. Marc couldn’t turn it. “Sam?” Panic rose up.

“Marc, I need to talk to Jake” Sam’s voice was shaky. What the hell is happening Steven’s voice popped in I don’t know, she won’t let me out.

“What happened? Are you okay?” He yanked at the door. “Let me out!” Marc banged on the door, trying to keep his anxiety from breaking down the door. He could summon the suit if he needed, but he didn’t want to scare her.

“Just let me talk to Jake alone!”

“NO!” Marc slammed his fist against the door. “Whatever it is, you don’t need Jake!” Marc’s frustration with Jake’s existence was reaching it’s boiling point. He wanted to go back to just him and Steven, he didn’t want to share Sam with him. He didn’t want Jake to take her, to hurt her. He was tired of worrying about the day he’d wake up like so many times before with a bloody body before him, only this time it would be hers.

“Love, it’s me” When had Steven taken over? Marc was suddenly in the mirror, watching Steven calm down. He was still worried and internally panicking, but Steven was better at keeping it internal. Except for his hand, which was shaking violently. Did Sam hurt herself? What the hell happened?

There was a pause. “I need Marc to go for a bit.”

Okay, that hurt. “Sam…” Steven didn’t want to exclude Marc, especially when he was clearly so worried.

“Steven, please, I messed up and I really need to talk to you first.”

I’m not going

C’mon mate, just for a few minuets so we can talk to her

Break down the goddamn door!

And scare the shit out of her? No way. Just give me a few.

Just tell her I left.

Lie?

Wouldn’t suggest it, hermano

I didn’t ask you

I’m not breaking her trust, Marc. Just go, I promise I’ll take care of her.

Marc yelled obscenities, but left.

“It’s just me and Jake, Sweetheart. Do you need him to go too?”

“N-no. It’s fine. Just… promise to not get mad, please?” He could hear her shaking from the otherside of the door, picturing her face so distressed.

“Of course not darling, I won’t get mad, I promise. Can you take your hand off the handle, Sam?”

He heard her slowly let go, and once he was sure she couldn’t stop him again, he opened it up. When he saw Sam standing there, he did a quick scan of her body, not even noticing her hair at first. No blood, she seemed okay. Next he grabbed her arms, rolling up her sleeves.

“Steven, what-” She watched him check her wrist. When she realized what he was doing, she yanked her arms away. “Steven! I didn’t fucking cut myself!”

Steven looked up at her, wide wild with confusion. “Then what happ- oh” He finally noticed her hair.

Sam immediately started chewing on the nails of one hand while the fingers of her other hand tapped against her thumb. “You hate it.” Sam’s foot tapped against the floor, anxiously awaiting his response.

She had chopped off a lot of hair, it was now chin length and instead of her natural auburn, it was medium-dark brown, her wavy hair cut into bangs. 

“Sam, darling” Steven took in her new look. “You look beautiful! Is this what you were worried about?” He was still very confused, but smiled as he took in her new look.

“It looks bad” She insisted, voice raising. “And Marc’s going to hate it!”

Steven shook his head. “No, Sam, sweetheart, he won’t”

“He loved my hair! and now I’ve gone and chopped it all off! and took out the red he loved so much!” She began pacing the room. “And he’s going to hate it and he's going to hate me and he’s going to break up with me!”

Jesus…

“Sweetheart-”

“And I’m going to have to leave and I’m going to drop out and move back in with my parents and I’m going to lose all of you-”

“Sam!” Steven grabbed her shoulders, and she collapsed into him, crying. “Sam, what are you talking about? Marc isn’t going to break up with you because you changed your hair, whatever got you thinking like that? He loves you, so, so, much, we all do…” Steven felt Sam wetting his shoulder with her tears. The last 2 month has been a rollercoaster. There were things Sam said or did that wouldn’t make sense, assumptions she made about them that would hurt. They tried not to take it personally, she had just been through something horrible, but it was hard when she thought things like this. Marc would be devastated she thought he would leave her for this…

She mumbled something into his shirt that he couldn’t hear.

“What was that love?”

Sam lifted her red, blotchy face off him. “Jordan…” She dodged his eyes. “Jordan said that my hair was…” she took a shaky breath, steadying herself. They hadn’t talk about what happened, not the details. They figured she’d tell when she was ready. 

Steven placed his hand on her wet cheek, and she keen into him, holding him there as she closed her eyes. “What did he say, darling.”

“He said he loved my hair too… said it, distracted from my face…” Sam explained more of the insults Jordan had thrown at her while touching her. “I know he’s gone, I know he can’t hurt me… but if my hair is what brought him to me I wanted it gone.” She choked back a sob.

“Darling, I’m so sorry, c’mere” Steven pulled her in close, hugging her tightly.

“I know that… I know I’ve gained weight…”

Steven hadn’t even noticed. But that wasn’t the point. He cradled her head into him. “We don’t care about any of that, please sweetheart, we love you, and we will always think you are the prettiest girl in the world, no matter what.”

“I don’t… I don’t look anything like Layla…” She muttered into him.

Layla? Why was she thinking about Layla?

She’s insecure about Layla, hermano. 

Steven pulled back, searching her face. “Are you worried about Layla? Oh love, please don’t compare yourself to her, we love you. Layla is in Marc’s past, and yes we love her but-”

“I know you kissed.” She finally met his eyes, daring him to deny it.

“I… yes, I did, but-”

“And you didn’t tell me. Why?”

Steven sighed. He didn’t have much of an answer. They had promised honesty, and he purposefully kept it from her.

“I’m not mad, I promise… I just. I didn’t want this. I didn’t want you to worry. But I promise, it was just a kiss. A crush. Layla is a friend, that’s it.”

Sam wiped her tears, sniffling. “I know, I know. I just can’t help feel… really shitty lately.”

Steven’s heart sank. Everything Jordan and her dad had done to her over the years had taken their toll on his precious, loving girlfriend. She was beaten down, and it was his job to build her up. “Look at me, please?” He tilted her chin up to him again. They were about the same height, so they were face to face. “Samantha Waters, I think you are the most beautiful, stunning, kind hearted, captivating woman I have ever met. I have so much admiration for you, the way you take care of me and Marc and Jake, the kids at your playschool, how you and Chris watch out for your siblings. How you manage school and work and me and your friends and still find time to volunteer. And” He kissed her forehead “I would be inside you all hours of the day if I could”

Finally she laughed, a genuine smile on her face. “Thank you Steven.”

“Can I talk to Marc? He’s really worried about you.”

Sam swallowed hard. “Yeah.”

Steven kissed her forehead, then let go “We’ll be back.” He went to the mirror of the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

“Marc.”

Whats going on? Is Sam okay? What did she do?

“Relax, okay mate? She’s fine. Everyone is fine. She had a bit of an over reaction, but-”

What is it? Marc had no patience, not when he was so worked up.

“Will you let me finish? Jesus. She cut her hair and dyed it brown.”

What? What are you talking about, why would she freak out about that?

“Please don’t take it personal, but she was worried you wouldn’t want her anymore.”

There was a significantly long silence as Marc processed what he said. Doesn’t she… she should know how much I love her. Does she think that little of me?

Steven closed his eyes for a bit longer than a standard blink, then opened “Listen, mate. You were right, he touched her…”

Fuck! Marc banged on the glass on his side, before turning away, the muscles in his neck flexing as he tried to contain his rage. 

Steven explained what Jordan said to her, how he had torn down her self esteem, in addition to everything else. “It’s not about you, Marc, or me, I think… Although is feeling insecure about Layla… any idea how she found out about the kiss?” Steven challenged, knowing it was either Marc or Jake, and Jake was better at keeping their secrets.

Marc rolled his eyes. Yeah, it uh… came out in a fight

Steven shook his head. He’d give Marc grief later. “Listen, just go back there and assure her you still think she’s pretty. It looks really nice on her, it’s cute.” Steven smiled.

When Marc came back out, he took her in the tightest hug he could muster. Before anything else, he needed her close. He needed to reassure himself she was safe. He entangled his fingers in the brown curls the way he always did with her auburn, burying his face in her hair and smelling the unfamiliar shampoo of the salon. “You look beautiful, Brightside” and he meant it.

Later that evening, Marc and Sam sat on the couch watching tv. She sat cuddled up close to him, playing with her hair. She had chopped off a good 6 inches, her head felt lighter, but it was an adjustment. Her hands kept trying to run through long hair. Sam looked over to the handsome man next to her and smiled. It had taken a long time to get to the point she even wanted to touch them, let alone fuck them. But now? She wanted him. So, so badly. 

She thought of the Christmas party at her work, where Josh had been flirting, making Steven jealous. Marc and her got into a small fight outside, Sam accusing Marc of not trusting her. All that went away when he kissed her, the desire he felt for her throwing all other feelings out the window. And the way she kissed him back? Assured him that she had no eyes for anyone but him and Steven. Marc fucked her against the wall, and Steven had stolen her underwear and put it in his pocket. A silent reminder that she was his. No one else's. She missed that, the fever, the love, the closeness.

The soft glow of the TV illuminated their features, shining on their soft lips and strong jaw. Tentatively, she scooted close to Marc, taking his mouth in hers. There had been kisses, soft and light and loving. This? This was a come on.

“Baby?” Marc asked, kissing back, but watching her. 

“Yes?” she asked innocently.

“What are you doing?” His hand found the small of her back, pulling her close.

“Want you” Sam moved to straddle him, their thin pj’s being the only thing getting in the way. She felt him quickly hardening.

“I don’t know if that’s-” Marc’s sentence was interrupted when Sam ground her pelvis against him.

Sam graced him with a soft kiss on the lips. “I’m ready, baby. It’s been two months. I’m ready.”

He hesitated, but wrapped his arms around her before moving to kiss down her neck. “Are you sure, Sam?”

She nodded against him, the darker hair that now framed her face, tickling him. “I am.” She moved against him, feeling Marc beneath her. “It seems you are too.” 

“I’ll always want you, pretty girl, but we’re not doing this on the couch”  

Sam squealed as Marc stood up, still holding onto her as she wrapped her legs around him. “Marc!” She felt his muscles flex under his dark sleep shirt.

He laid her down with the careful touch of holding a newborn, his lips never leaving hers as he climbed on top. He sensed her breathing pick up “This still okay?” Do you think this is a good idea, Marc? I think so, she wants it. Okay, none of the usual shit this time, alright? Be careful.

Sam smiled and nodded “Y-yeah, but a lil nervous, that’s all.”

Marc frowned at that. “We don’t have to do anything, okay?”

Looking up at him pleadingly, she continued. “No! No, Starlight, I want this, please?” She pulled off his shirt, revealing his chest. God, how she missed this. Sam traced her fingers over the hardened lines of him. Admittedly, less defined since Marc and Steen began spending every free second they could will her, but still beautiful nonetheless. “Missed you…”

“Missed you too” He leaned down, kissing her with a passion and fervor he had been wanting to give for months. “We’ll go slow, okay? Nothing rough. We can work up to that… if you still want… if you never want all that again, that’s more than okay.”

Sam couldn’t say for sure if she’d want that again, she was too busy trying to get through this. She kept flashing back to Jordan: in her apartment, the party in high school… but she wanted this.

Marc unbuttoned her pajama top, kissing down every bit of skin revealed to him before helping her out of the top. He sat back in aw, stunned by the beautiful girl beneath him. She loved him, trusted him, wanted him. She had been worried about her hair, her weight, all the ways she had changed since the attack, but Sam was everything to him. She was perfect. 

And she was shaking.

Marc…

I see, buddy.

“Sam…” 

“Marc, no” Sam pulled him to her, keeping him close and rutting her body up against him. It was eerily similar to when she and Steven almost slept together the first time, when she was trying to get him to ignore the scars on her chest. It was funny, the way Marc and Steven mirrored each other. “Please-”

“I don’t think this is a good idea”

“Marc, c’mon” Sam attempted to pull down his pants, pawing at him in desperation.

“Brightside-”

Christ…

She pressed distressed kisses to his mouth and neck. “Don’t ‘brightside’ me, Marc, please? I just-” She let go of him, letting him pull away

“I’m doing this when you’re shaking, Sam!”

“I just want to get it over with!”

Oh jesus… What did he do to her…

Marc sat back as Sam covered her chest with the blanket, dodging his eyes. Marc felt a strange mixture of guilty, hurt, and pity. He thought maybe, just maybe, she was getting better, that she was ready. No, Sam was just trying to get over a hump. 

“Sam… this isn’t something you just… get over with.” a twist of disgust mixed into his feelings. “Is that why you went with me instead of Steven?”

“Marc, no, that’s not-”

“Did you think I wouldn’t notice how uncomfortable you were?” A paused as he connected dots. “Or did you think I would be horny enough to ignore it” Marc spat, indignant.

“Starlight, no!” Sam sat up, reaching out for him. She stopped when he flinched. It was small, quick. He might not even noticed it, but she did. She touched his leg. “It’s not like that. I love you both, I want you both. I just… I didn’t mean get it over with like that…”

Marc softened a bit. “What did you mean? Because you know, you know Steven and I would never want you to feel like you have to…”

“I know, baby. I know” Sam shifted in the bed, sinking back down and practically hiding under the covers. “I miss you. That’s it.” Sam’s eyes started tearing up as she softly smiled at him. “I miss the closeness, I miss our bodies being together, I miss feeling like there was no way to be closer. I love you two. And I miss it. I want… I want that back.” She pleaded with him, wanting so badly to feel his skin on hers, to feel him inside her. “He…” Sam took a shaky breath. “Steven probably told you… but he… his hands were…”

Marc stiffened, but his face relaxed to her. “He told me”

“I feel like… I feel like he owns my body. I don’t want it to belong to him, I want it to belong to both of you.”

Marc put his hands on her thighs, hanging his head for a moment while he fought back tears. He wish he had done it. He wish it wasn’t Jake, that it was him, that she had strangled him slowly, that Marc could feel the life leave him… He looked back up at her when he thought he could see her pretty face without crying. She could still see the shine in his eyes. “Sam… Your body doesn’t belong to him… or me, or Steven. It belongs to you.”

Sam closed her eyes at that, smiling a bit. “I love you, Marc. So much.”

“I love you too, Brightside” Please, Marc- “Steven says he loves you too.”

Opening her eyes, Sam’s smile brightened. “I love you too, Steven… Please, Marc, I still want this.”

Marc considered her. Steven, I have an idea Now isn’t the time for your wild sexcapades. Trust me, okay? …Okay. Yeah, alright mate.

“Sam, have you touched yourself since it happened?”

She winced. “No…”

“Okay.” Marc sighed, rubbing Sam’s bent legs as she looked up at him. “I want you to touch yourself for me.”

There was a pause, Sam scoffing just a bit. “Really? I never really… I didn’t even really do that before you and Steven”

Marc nodded. “I want you to touch yourself, get to know your boy again. It belongs to you, no one else. I’ll be here, walking you through it. Then, if you still want to,” He emphasized with a raised eyebrow. “Steven will take over. If any point you want to stop, slow down, or you’d rather Steven or me, you tell us. No one is gonna be hurt or offended.” Marc leaned over to touch her cheek, planting a soft kiss on her lips. “There is nothing you can do wrong with this, okay? It’s all about you.”

Sam nodded, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing her lover deeply. The tension in her body dissipating, she relaxed to his touch, feeling safe in their arms. Marc pulled back, sitting back on his legs. “Can I watch you, pretty girl?”

Sam smiled nervously, but nodded, pulling back the blanket and revealing herself to him. She slipped a hand under the soft material of her pants, chest rising as she slid her hand over her wet core. “Take off my pants, baby?”

Marc hooked the waistband and pulled down, Sam lifting her hips up to ease his efforts. Marc’s breath hitched at the sight of her, fingers exploring over her dripping cunt, chest rising and falling. “Beautiful… Just… god, baby.” She’s stunning… “Run your hands over your body for me, feel yourself.”

Eyes carefully watching him, Sam did as she was old.

“Close your eyes, focus on the touch of your hands.”

Closing her eyes, it was like her other senses awakened. Sam caressed her curves, down her legs, back up, cupping her breast. A small whimper escaped her as she toyed with her nipples, hips bucking against nothing.

“So beautiful, I hope you know that… Can you fuck yourself for me? Please?” Marc begged. “I want to watch your fingers in your pretty pussy” Marc could help himself. Spitting on his right hand, his left took his cock out from the confines of his pants. Sam let out a moan, the sight of him touching himself to the mere sight of her too much to handle. Another escaped her mouth as she dipped her fingers inside her cunt, breath hitching at the forgein feeling.

“Are you doing okay, Sweetheart.

Steven

“Yes, Sunshine” She smiled up at him. “Yeah I’m doing good” With them, she always felt so warm, so safe… Her other hand found her clit, and she felt herself clench around her fingers. Fuck, this felt good, real good. Why hadn’t she done this before? The obvious answer being Sam could never get herself off, especially not on the meds. But right now, she felt close. Maybe it was the sight of Steven before her, touching himself, lips parted and panting heavily with his pretty eyes heavily lidded. Maybe it was the fact she was safe, relaxed, even under his intense gaze. Sam pumped her fingers faster, the heat in her stomach building up. The way he looked at her, the way they always looked at her, like she was the entire world to them. Maybe she was.

“I-I think I’m close”

A switch. “Good girl. You can come whenever you're ready.” Marc’s brows pinched together, trying to hold back his own release. “Such a good girl for us, our pretty little thing.”

“M-Marc- UGNH” Back arched, her orgasm rushed threw her, and it took everything in Marc not to come right there at the sight of her own cum leaking out of her pussy finger her fingers were still inside, movements slow but steady.

“Marc? Baby?” Sam whimpered for him.

Marc dove in for a kiss, wet and sloppy but so full of love. “Yes, baby?” One hand moving to feel her the way he’d be longing too for months, the other touching her cheek with reverence.

“Need you, please?”

A kiss between her furrowed brow, he looked at her. She had relaxed, softened, no longer looking nervous like before. I think she’s ready, mate. 

“Okay baby, here’s Steven” Marc kissed her as he relinquished control to his alter. Steven’s hands went to that sopping wet spot between her legs, moaning into her mouth. “You’ll tell me if you want to stop, yeah?” Steven pushed his pants all the way off his hips and down his legs, Sam’s hands going straight for his ass, grinding him into her.

“Ngh,, mmm I will sunshine, I promise”

“Can I taste you, love?” Steve asked.

“After? Just want you, need you in me, please?”

“Anything for you.” Steven took her mouth again, swallowing the moans that erupted from her as Steven entered her, soft and slow. Stopped when he was fully sheathed in her.

“Move, please” Sam rutted against him, needing friction.

Steven gave her what she asked for, his hips snapping into her carefully.”Beautiful, darling. Just, fuck-ugh- just perfect, you feel perfect.” Steven muttered into her, Sam felt her second orgasm building approaching quickly. 

“Feel so good, Sunshine, I’ve missed you so much” Sam began sucking into his neck, making him whimper. “Missed those pretty sounds you make, Steven.”

“I’m here, always here, Sweetheart.”

Steven held her close, skin to skin, feeling her heart beating against him. After everything, she was here, she was alive, she was safe. Feeling her warmth envelope around him, walls flutter against his member.

“Marc?” She asked, gripping his shoulder.

Marc took over. “Right here, Brightside, you okay?”

Sam deeply kissed him, tasting his tongue with hers. “Yeah, Starlight, I’m great, just wanted to feel you too”

Marc sat back, watching in aw as her tits bounced with every thrust, her dark waved sprawled around the pillow framing her pretty face like a dark halo. “Could never get enough of this sight…” Marc mumbled, to himself or to Stevn or to her, he didn’t know.

Sam reached down to touch herself, Marc felt her tight around him.

“Steven?”

“Right here love.” Steven’s body rejoined hers, entangled up in a mess of sweat and skin, she focused on the feeling of Steven speeding up, chasing his high, filling her. 

“Steven!” When the orgasm came, Sam all but bit into Steven’s shoulder. She felt him spill into her, but wasn’t aware of much else, besides Steven’s sweet praises in her ear. Steven, as promised, moved down her body, cleaning her up with his tounge and bringing her another, small orgasm.

She fell asleep in his arms, Steven and Marc alternating who held her, telling her how loved she was.

When Jake woke up in the middle of the night, he immediately noticed Sam wasn’t in the bed. This was odd. He doesn’t usually wake up unless there is something that needed to be done, something wrong. He didn’t like coming to in the middle of the night, he had no desire to feel himself wake up with a naked girl next to him. Well, not in this circumstance. Not with Sam. They weren’t like that. Jake looked at the bathroom door. Open, dark. She wasn’t there. His senses perked up.

“Marc, Steven.”

Nothing.

Guys! He shouted in the headspace, bringing the men to the forefront.

What’s happening? What do you do?

Where’s Sam?

“Something’s wrong.”

*************

Spotify playlist: if you have ideas for more songs, send them in my ask!

CLIIIIIFER ANGER, HANGING FROM A CLIIIIIIFFF! Thats why he's caaaaalled, cliff hanger! (ok who grew up watching In Between the Lions)

Okay besties, 4 chapters left! do you think I can wrap up this nonsense fic in 4 chapters?!?!

I'll try to get one chapter out a week. In the meantime, be sure to read my triple frontier chaptered story, Leather and Lace

As well as my heavily Marc Moon Knight story, Seattle.

Comments and reblogs mean the world, i squeel and reread any comment I get, I love knowing what you guys like!

I made a lil doodle with Sam and Steven 🥰

@ahookedheroespureheart @kr-mlk @mt2sssss @cherryvalentine1 @tippycakes26 @missdictatorme @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @nicepeony

#Marc spector #steven grabt #steven grant fanfiction #marc spector fanfiction #marc spector smut #marc spector fluff #steven grant fluff #steven grant smut #moon knight fnfiction #moon knight #oscar isaac #oscar isaac fanfiction #jake lockley

[permanately-confuzzled]

Okay so. This gonna be long. But dean headcanon.

This is a bit of a stretch and not one that I think a lot of people lean towards (either that or I'm just not in a circle that talks about it) but. Dean has autism? Maybe not super obvious signs, and I'm much more familiar with the signs in afab than amab, but it feels REALLY similar to myself.

I realize that cptsd has really similar symptoms as low-support-needs (high functioning??? Someone please tell me what term to use I cant figure out if it's problematic or not) late diagnosed autism, as well as several other neurotypes. But a lot of it feels really familiar, and in some of the distinguishments between cptsd and autism, dean leans toward the autism side.

Anyway, a list in no particular order:

Knows a lot about random topics -- that one case where he knew the guy used the wrong country for a proverb to come from, mentioning vonnegut, possible hyperfocus on weapons and fighting

Seems to have a fairly good musical understanding despite having little to no experience -- you're telling me John taught him how to sing? And he picked up on guitar as quickly as was implied? I think the fuck not

Hyperfocus on a TV show/genre -- Scooby-Doo, dr. Sexy, westerns

Perfectly happy driving for hours on end listening to the same tracks on repeat -- apparently this isn't normal???

Seems to dissociate really easy -- he could be desensitized to violence, and probably is at least a little. But when he's already emotional, or caught by surprise, he's immediately horrified, almost like he's not as careless towards it as normal.

Described as having too many emotions. Very much cannot communicate them. Seems overwhelmed.

Very much likes blankets, hot showers, massage bed -- sensory issues. Also, that could be why he wears flannel and jeans all the time. Yeah, it's practical, but the clothes don't bother his sensory issues.

Also, sensory stuff could be why he's constantly chasing sex. If your constantly feeling everything, why not make the everything be mostly good? People with asd also typically are either on the grey scale of sexuality or hypersexual.

He clearly understands communication, but masking. Also, he's fairly social. The puzzle of human communication may be a hyperfixation of his. Not to mention that a few of the times people say things he isn't expecting he gets flustered and confused.

He seems to see grey points in a very black and white way, and black and white as grey. I don't know how else to describe that.

The thing with asd people typically struggling more than nts to understand things like capitalism bc why WOULDNT you give up some fancies if other people can eat enough -- that's literally why he can't get himself to leave hunting.

Not willing to change the impala or his music.

Had the whole dean cave put together without Sam knowing (I think? Correct me if I imagined this)

Routine. He's impulsive when it's his decision, but if someone else decides, he wants nothing to do with it -- getting up in the morning, I swear there's more but my brain is getting tired

Struggles to make close connections. Very few actual friends (especially compared to sam) and very few actual relationships.

The close friends he has are not nt. Charlie most likely has adhd or asd, cas acts very similar to someone with asd, Sam's at least really traumatized. This is common with nds.

He has different personalities depending on who he's with (masking) -- cas vs Charlie vs Sam vs Donna vs Claire vs Benny... etc

Prone to addiction -- the need for routine and chronic stress from masking makes this true for asd people as well.

I think it was called existential suicidal ideation or something like that? Doesn't want to die necessarily, but doesn't really want to be around but does, but doesn't really care. It doesn't seem like a big deal so he's sorta apathetic to it.

I think there was more, but I cant remember right now. Am I crazy???

Sorry is asd autocorected to sad. And yes I did hyperfocus on this for a week and a half.

#dean #dean winchester #asd #autism #supernatural #headcanon #spn #spn headcanon #suicide mention #potentially triggering #dean has asd

[golbrocklovely]

I have a lot of my mind so i will try to write it as short as possible:

1. First of all I do not get why this fandom hate on Stas so much, especially if most of them love Katrina. Like what did that girl do? Both of them are friends with the boys ( ok Katrina is also sam gf), both of them seems nice and I feel like the only reason people hate on Stas so much is only because she is close to Colby. I bet if Katrina wouldn’t be introduced as Sam’s gf, then she would get hate as well, because her and Colby are actually close too and seems to get on really well lol

2. This question is kinda for you and your blog so is a short one ( haha). I scrolled some of your content here and red most of your answers to some questions and I’m confused on one topic . I do not wanna assume things or be mean, but are you A Solby shipper ? If not, then I am sorry, but one of your answers made me think that way … nothing against you

3. I HATE how this fandom treats Colby. Can this MAN have his own life without people stepping in it with their feet? Why so many people care if he is dating or not? If he sleeps with girls or not? Or when will he finally *settle down*? How about let this man live his life as he wants? No everyone needs to be in relationship, it’s not a need and not everyone will find “love” … there are also people who do not believe in it. Whatever Colby believes in and whatever life style he’s now living is only up for him. He doesn’t need to settle down and have any relationship in his life if he doesn’t feel like it. He doesn’t need to hook up with girls if he doesn’t feel it. He can just live for a moment, life is so short after all. We are not their friends and as much as I understand that as fans most of us are just curious, then I think some of those fans cross some lines. !Being In A Relationship Is Not A Need That YOU Must Achieve In Life!

4. As much as i love Katrina and Sam. I feel like some of those “contents” are just pure clickbaits for views. Like this one with moving in… honestly that video was so unnecessary. They could’ve just announced it through some message on Twitter or idk instagram. Like that kind of thing is so normal in i think all of the relationships, especially if they have been together for so long now. Even tho video was cute, then it was kinda unnecessary for me … but I still love them <3

stas and kat do get a bunch of hate that i don't understand, even when ppl explain it to me. at the end of the day, if other ppl don't like them, it's their choice and totally fine to me if they don't. i just get tired of hearing as often as i do sometimes.

…no i'm not a solby shipper lmao

while i do genuinely think they are soulmates, i see them as more friendship soulmates. but no, i'm like the polar opposite of a solby shipper. i honestly get grossed out when ppl do ship them so… yeah lol

i agree. i think this fandom both coddles him and treats him like shit. it's very strange. every choice he makes is questioned, and while that happens to literally any famous person, it seems to go one of two ways with him. either ppl think he's a fucking idiot for doing whatever choice he makes, or they think he's too precious for this world and we need to protect him. i don't quite get the juxtaposition some fans have with him but i just kinda accept that no matter what he does, half the fandom will be okay with him doing it and other half won't.

also i agree that he doesn't need to be in a relationship to be happy. i think a lot of fans just want to see him in one so badly that they will take any girl he's friends with or near and just ship him with them. or hate on them for being together. i've said it before but there is not one single girl in this entire world that colby could date that everyone in the fandom would like. and that's a damn shame.

and yeah they definitely are lol i think a lot of youtubers still use clickbait. it's just the name of the game at this point. and them doing that video together i think was fine, but i get what you mean about it feeling unnecessary to some degree

#ask #personal #sam and colby

[vyeoh]

I propose that in the c!mcyt verse, Scott Smajor just shows up in a world once a month like a wandering trader to invite people to mcc. It doesn't matter if its a single player world or a private whitelisted server, or if its a huge public server. He can and will find you. No one knows how he does this, and are too scared to refuse the invite because they know that scott can and will hunt them down

#scott smajor #vio.txt #mcc #mc championships #mcyt #smajor #smajor 1995 #the implications on canon of dream being in mcc #or of the 3rd lifers being there #scott forced grian to revive jimmy for mcc 14 #sam is so fucking confused but too tired at this point to care #hes tried to hard to krep scott out #but at this point its just easier to let dream leave to a tournament once a month than to contest scott #i just like the idea of scott as a cryptid #the thing is scott has no idea how he does it either #other people think he knows and is hiding it #but he just genuinely has no idea #the gods said yes you are the chosen one #and now he can surpass all known laws of the universe #but only for mcc invitations #inspired by a tweet tapl made where he said if you win mcc you can live with the knowlege that scott smajor has your address #and the scott threatened to order a hit on him

[cjsinkythoughts]

Right From Left

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader

Word Count: 3085

Warnings: !FATWS SPOILERS!, Cursing, Zemo being a punk, Bucky getting a little scary, some feelings, Sam being his fantastic, amazing, caring for everyone self

A/N: Here it is! At long last! I’ve been waiting for this episode and it was…holy fuck. I barely have words. And I can’t start or else I’ll be ranting for pages. Anyways, I know this Part is a little on the shorter side - not by much, but it still is - and it doesn’t even cover half the episode, but I’ve had a long day and I’m tired, so I’m going to sleep. I wanted to stop before Walker entered the picture too, because then I’m just gonna get more riled up and I’m working later. I’ll probably have another part out today, and then I’ll finish it tomorrow. Unless I can finish it today. I’ll try, but no promises.

Feel free to rant to me about the episode or the show, too, guys! My friends and I have been going back and forth about it for the past few hours. I’d love to hear your thoughts! I think that’s all for now.

As always, this isn’t beta’d so please excuse any mistakes! Thank you for reading, be kind to yourself and others, enjoy this part and stay tuned!

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!SPOILERS BELOW CUT!

You were avoiding him.

When you first got to Latvia, he had pulled you aside, eyes wide and pleading. “Doll, listen-”

“I really don’t think right now is the time to have the discussion we’re about to have.” Shaking your head, you avoided his gaze, your stomach twisting into knots. It was too much for you to handle; you couldn’t focus on the mission at hand and try to unravel the emotions that were making your gut flip like a gymnast. There were too many thoughts in your head, and you needed a clear mind.

“But-”

“Once this is all done, and our lives aren’t in danger. Once we’re back home, then we can talk, okay? Just…please. Not here. Not now.”

And he dropped it. 

It wasn’t that you didn’t want to talk about it. You just couldn’t. You had always been a ‘leave your baggage at the door’ type of person. Don’t mix work with personal. Not like you had much “personal” anyways when you first decided that was how it should be. And then your coworkers became family and your motto got a lot harder to follow. But you still followed it. And you would continue to follow it.

But that made you start avoiding him. Whether you meant to or not, everyone noticed, but no one said anything. Sam shot you a look when you didn’t offer to go with Bucky when he had to check something out. Zemo raised an eyebrow when he came back and, instead of immediately questioning him, you sat still on the couch, eyes glancing up briefly, before going back to playing with the strings of your hoodie.

You were paying attention to their conversation, especially when Karli Morgenthau was brought up, you just didn’t join in. Not even when Zemo mentioned the Avengers, eyeing you to see your reaction.

Honestly, you were tired, physically, mentally, and emotionally. Your shoulder hurt, your brain couldn’t process what the guys were talking about, and your heart couldn’t take any more hits.

It was something you’d been thinking about…you just thought it’d come after this mission.

“She will not stop. She will escalate until you kill her…or she kills you.”

“Maybe you’re wrong Zemo. The Serum never corrupted Steve.”

For the first time since he first walked in, your eyes met Bucky’s. “Touche.” Zemo pointed at Bucky with a pastry around his finger. “But there has never been another Steve Rogers, has there?”

But you couldn’t wait until after this mission. Not when he was so connected to it. “I think I’m gonna go home.” You blurted out before Zemo and Bucky could argue further, Bucky slumping down onto the opposite side of the couch.

The moment the words left your lips, Sam and Bucky shot up, staring at you in disbelief.

“Wait, hold up. What? Now? We’re so close-”

“Why? Is it your arm? Is it hurting? You should’ve told us-”

“I’m just tired.” You cut in, shaking your head. “That’s all. I didn’t expect this to be drawn out this long when you called, Sammy.”

Bucky’s hand twitched as he hesitatingly scooted closer to you. “Doll, if this is because what happened on the jet-”

“It’s not, Buck.” You tried to give him a convincing smile, but you knew by the look in his eyes that he didn’t buy it for one second. You reached over to squeeze his hand, and when you pulled back, he held on tighter, a sigh escaping his lips as he stared down at your linked hands.

“Okay…if you wanna go home, we can get you home. Just…” His head turned back to you, a pleading pout on his features. “Just…stay. Another day. Please. You can keep avoiding me, I won’t even say another word to you if you don’t want. But stay. Just for one more day.”

Chewing on your cheek, you finally nodded slightly. “Okay. One more day.”

His eyes lit up, before his face fell again when you took your hand back and curled into the corner of the couch. “Let’s talk shop, boys.”

“Okay. So, from my understanding, Donya is like a pillar of the community, right?” Sam easily changed the topic back to the situation at hand, giving you a reassuring wink when you smiled at him gratefully. “So when I was a kid, my Tee Tee passed away.”

Bucky screwed his face up in confusion, straightening his head from where he had it leaned back. “Your - your Tee Tee?”

Sam gave him a look. “Yeah. My-my Tee Tee, yeah.”

Bucky looked at him weirdly. “Who is your Tee Tee?”

The exchange made you giggle a little bit, shaking your head. “Bucky’s a city boy from the 40’s, remember, Sammy?”

“Fine.” Sam rolled his eyes. “When I was a kid my aunt passed away.”

Bucky gave a slight huff, making you chuckle again. You stopped when he smiled over at you, but your grin didn’t leave your face. Even when they were the ones to give you a headache, your fellas were damn entertaining, that’s for sure.

With a sort-of plan in place - the gathering for Donya being no more than a theory, but the only idea you really had - you stretched out from your spot on the couch, twisting to crack your back. “Zemo.” The man stopped his rummaging through the cabinets and looked over his shoulder at you, an eyebrow raised. “Go put some clothes on. We’ve got work to do.”

He gave you an unimpressed look, opening his mouth, but Sam beat him to the punch. “Do as the lady says, man. You’re already walking on a tightrope after you shot Nagel!” Zemo waved dismissively at Sam’s exclamation, heading into a separate room to change out of his robe. “That guy is gonna drive me up the wall.”

“Don’t let him get to that pretty head of yours, Sammy.” You hummed, standing up, wincing slightly as you stretched your sore shoulder over your head.

You could tell Bucky wanted to say something, the way he snapped forwards, hands moving down his thigh like he was leaning over to reach for you, his eyes locked on your injured joint, but, just as he said earlier, he didn’t say a word. But the part that made you upset was…you didn’t stop him. You didn’t tell him it was okay for him to talk to you. You didn’t reassure him that you weren’t purposely trying to avoid him. You simply moved over to the kitchen to get something to drink.

It hurt worse than your shoulder, but you couldn’t handle it. Not then. Not with such an important part of the mission coming up. So you didn’t say anything. You just sipped your water, switching into tactic mode as your mind ran through the scenarios of what could possibly go down in the next 24 hours before you went home.

*************************

Walking under the arch, you couldn’t help but feel saddened as Zemo told you about what the courtyard used to look like. Thanos messed the world up so much more than you realized and, as much as you hated to admit it, the Avengers did have a part in it. Not that they - you - were in the wrong, necessarily. You truly believed you did what anyone in that situation, with the skills and abilities and knowledge the team had, would do what you did. Or tried to do.

“I’m gonna take a look around upstairs.” Sam stated, looking up at the upper stories of the building, before glancing at Bucky. “See what you can find out here. And keep an eye on him.”

“I’ll come with you.” You said, turning on your heel to follow Sam. The back of Bucky’s gloved hand brushed against yours, and instinctually you turned your palm to link your fingers and squeezing. You let go quickly once you realized what you were doing, nearly tripping up the stairs to get to Sam, not daring to wait for Bucky’s reaction.

“You’re an idiot.” He stated simply as soon as you met him at the top of the stairs.

“Can we focus on finding Donya right now, please?” You grumbled, moving forwards cautiously, peeking around the corner. You frowned when you saw two guys at the end of the hallway, looking back at you and Sam warily.

“You need to hear what he has to say, cher.”

You sighed, rubbing your forehead. “I know I do. I know. But I can’t. Not right now. I’m just trying to get this over with first. I don’t want too many things on my plate. I might choke.” It already felt like you were drowning most nights.

He paused at your words, giving you a once over, before nodding. “Okay. I can respect that.”

“Thank you.” You told him earnestly. “Now let’s try to get something from these people.”

He nodded in agreement and you two continued forwards with your search. Room after room, people walked out before you could get anything from them, locking doors behind them. The Flag Smashers logo was everywhere, but you expected nothing less from a refugee camp that practically worshipped what they were doing.

Even when you did get a guy to talk to you, he immediately shut you down, leaving you and Sam dejected. The fact that the world had gotten so bad that these people couldn’t trust you and Sam - Avengers; people who used to be heroes and bring hope to others - it made your heart sink.

“C’mon, Y/N.”

“Are we wrong?”

He froze at your question, his lips pressing together. “About what, exactly?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know. I just…I guess I can’t tell right from left anymore. I always assumed that the Avengers were the good guys. That the actions we’ve taken in the past were us making the world a better place, but…Sokovia and Ultron. Germany and the whole civil war thing we had going on. The entire world and Thanos. We don’t truly ever win. Do we?”

“I can’t answer that for you.” Sam shook his head. “I can’t tell you what to believe or who to believe in. But I can tell you that we’ve made a difference. Steve, Nat, Tony…they made a difference.”

“But was it a good difference? Was it a change? There’s a difference between changing the world and just making it different, Sam.”

He blinked at you, nodding slowly. “Yeah. I guess you’re right. And I don’t have that answer for you either. But they tried. They did what they thought was right. No matter if it was or not. And isn’t that all we can do? Try?”

His words made you think back to the conversation you had with Bucky once he learned about John Walker, which seemed so long ago. When you told him it wasn’t Sam’s fault. That he was just trying. That he did what he thought was right. 

And maybe he was wrong. But he made a decision. It was his decision. To do the right thing. And right then, not for the first time, you could see exactly what Steve saw in the man in front of you.

“You’re a good man, Sam.”

Sam grinned, slinging an arm around your shoulders and squeezing. “And you’re an incredible person, Y/N. Let’s go see if Bucky and the Baron got anything.”

You snickered at his mocking tone towards Zemo and nodded. “Yeah. Okay.”

*****************************

You didn’t like it. You didn’t like it one bit. So far, Zemo kept proving you wrong. Even when it seemed like he was about to jump ship, he came back. No matter how many opportunities he had to escape, he never did. And it was making you even more suspicious.

You stayed out of Bucky and Sam’s conversation, although you had to agree with Sam’s point, especially with the conversation you just had.

Your thoughts were running a thousand miles a minute, only to be interrupted by Zemo information about the funeral this afternoon. Guess a snake will always be a snake.

“And you, uh, didn’t think this was important information?” You questioned, eyes narrowed and brow pinched.

He shrugged. “You have it now, don’t you, princess?”

Bucky growled at the nickname, leaning back on the couch, threatening Zemo with the Dora Milaje.

You can’t remember a time you’ve ever been scared of Bucky. Maybe a little threatened and intimidated by the Winter Soldier, but never scared of Bucky. And when he stood up after Zemo mentioned leverage, you didn’t expect anything from it; maybe another choke hold or something. So the glass hitting the wall, the clench in his jaw as he spoke gruffly to the Baron, for a mere second, he kind of frightened you. Maybe it was all the emotions you’d been through the past few weeks or maybe it was the adrenaline that seemed to be pulsing through your veins 24/7 nowadays. Whatever it was, it made you flinch, bolting up as Sam did.

You left the room quickly, hearing Sam say something about making a call, hoping to calm your racing heart.

“Doll?” You sat up from the bed you were laying on, legs hanging off the edge. Bucky stood in the doorway, nervously shifting his feet. “I know I said I’d leave you alone, but…”

You gave the bed a pat next to you and he gladly accepted the invitation, padding over to sit besides you. “I don’t want you to leave me alone, Buck. You’re my best friend. I-I just need to take it one thing at a time right now.”

He nodded. “I get it. I wasn’t…I wasn’t coming in to talk to you about that. You said we’ll talk about it later, so we’ll talk about it later.”

“I appreciate that, Bucky.” You smiled at him, before frowning. “What did you wanna talk about then? Are you okay?”

“Did I…did I scare you?”

You blinked at his question, tilting your head. “What?”

Jerking his head to the doorway he explained, “just then. With Zemo. Your heart spiked.”

“No.” You answered immediately. You would never ever admit that he kind of did scare you. It was just for a second and you knew how his brain worked; he’d beat himself up over it, go over his actions for hours instead of getting the rest he so desperately needs and deserves. He didn’t need that on his conscience right now. “I wasn’t - I just…you startled me. I wasn’t expecting that reaction-”

“I didn’t like the way he talked to you.” He spat out, glaring at his hands in his lap. “And then the smug bastard thought he was gonna get away with holding back information like that and I just…I dunno.”

His hand came off his thigh, but he hesitated. Before he could put it down again, you slipped your hand under his, linking your fingers, running your thumb in circles against his palm. “Don’t let him get to you, Buck. Don’t give him the satisfaction.”

A sigh left his lips and he nodded. “I know, I know. It’s just…hard. After everything he put me through - put us through - I…I just hate that he’s really our only option.”

You frowned, shifting on the bed to face him, one leg bending beneath you while the other still hung over. “Why are you so obsessed with catching these guys?”

“I wanna do something right.” He murmured, playing with your fingers. “I’ve done so much wrong…I just wanna do something right. And I feel...responsible for it, I guess. In a way. It’s Super Soldier Serum. I thought I was the only one after Steve…” He froze at the blonde’s mention, giving you a side-eyed glance. You nudged him, silently telling him to continue, that it was okay to talk about him. “And Sam’s right, you know. She’s just a kid. So…I dunno. I wanna help. I wanna do something right. And catching them would help. It’s right. Right?”

You nodded firmly. “I understand where they’re coming from. Karli’s just trying to help the world. But she’s doing it wrong. And that I know for absolute certainty. Which is good, I guess. I was talking to Sam early and I mentioned not knowing my right from my left recently. It’s good I know something, huh? And for you it should be easy telling your right from your left.” You joked, tracing the gold lines on his metal arm. “I guess you’re just gonna have to stay besides me to help me remember.”

Looking up, you found Bucky staring at you with something you recognized in his eyes, but didn’t want to name. “Three hours, forty two minutes and thirty one seconds.”

“What?”

“That’s how long I didn’t talk to you. It was too long.”

You sighed, ducking your head. “Bucky, I’m sorry-”

“I’m sorry. For anything and everything I’ve ever done wrong. I won’t mention the plane or anything we’ve talked about until you bring it up first. I promise. Just…just don’t ignore me anymore? I'm not sure I can handle it for much longer.”

You nodded, watching your fingertips dance along his scruffy jaw. “I won’t.” He caught your wrist, opening his mouth, before shaking his head and closing it. “What?”

He shook his head again. “Not until you bring it up.”

“We will talk, James. I promise.”

“You don’t have to explain. I get it. I really do. It’s okay. As long as we’re okay for right now, I can hold it in a bit longer.”

You nearly asked him what he was holding in, but you quickly shoved the question out of your mind, knowing it would take you down a conversation you couldn’t possibly have right then. “How long do you think we have?”

He shrugged. “I dunno. Zemo just said that it’s this afternoon. Why?”

“I started reading The Great Gatsby on the plane. I’ve got it on my phone. It kinda reminds me of you. Do you-do you think we have time to read some? Only if you want, I mean. Like we used to do in Wakanda?”

He grinned and nodded, scooting up on the bed and flopping down into the pillows. You smiled back, following his lead. Once you were comfortable, your phone out with the chapter you were on, Bucky scooted closer, laying his head on your stomach, hugging your waist. 

“Is this okay?”

Your fingers found home in his hair and you nodded when he looked up at you for an answer. “Yeah. It’s perfect, Buckaroo.”

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[ares-athena]

AFTER AFTER PARTY PART 2

This is part one

-I'm sorry. I know a lot of you wanted granddaughter but I have no inspiration for it. I know what I want to do but I can't write it.

Warnings ⚠️: angst and fluff, Miguel being an asshole

Summary: the the thropes rendezvous last night Miguel has been on his sister's ass about robby and tory and now has this friends join in causing problems with Tory and robby

Tory and Robby noticed your mood drop from yesterday. "What happened love?" Tory had asked around lunch. You and tory had stayed in robby's clothes all day and robby was makung you all food. "What do you mean." You had asked. Hoping that she and robby hadnt noticed the text fron Miguel. Now all day he had jumped to conclusions and this time he was right. He was texting and calling you. It had gotten to the point where Miguel had told Sam, Demetri, and Hawk. Now they were all blowing up your phone. Without realizing you had left your phone in the kitchen with robby.

"Ever since last night you've been quite." Tory had said. "I'm sorry, darling. There's just a lot on my mind." You had told her. "You wanna talk?" "No im ok." Robby kept hearing buzzing and your ring tone. He say that your brother kept calling you. Robby didn't want to invade your privacy but he was concerned. Then he saw Sam call. When he was about to bring it to you it went out. And someone else started calling. Hawk. Now he went from confused to angry.

"Why the fuck is Hawk calling you?" Robby had walked into the living room fuming. Your phone started ringing again. Now it's Sam calling again. "Why is LaRusso calling you?" Tory asked looking at your phone. You tried to get your phone back but robby being taller than you kept it out of reach. "Why are they calling you?" Robby had asked clearly getting more upset. "Give me my phone and I'll tell them to fuck off." You said still jumping to get your phone. "I dont care they're calling you, why are they calling you?" He said. Tory was growing more and more frustrated Samatha had once taken Miguel and didn't want to lose you too. She loves you and so does robby. They couldn't lose you.

Now you were all upset at eachother. You were all sitting on the couch in robby's living room. Your phone was none stop ringing and vibrating for texts. None of you were talking. You all had been at this for 3 hours now. Just sitting here next to eachother. Funny enough robby did finish cooking for you and tory and so you had eaten. It was 5 p.m. now and you were tired. You had been dozing off for an hour now refusing to sleep. "Were not going to bed angry at eachother." Robby had said when you started falling asleep. It was still silent in the room. Now your phone was ringing again. It was miguel calling you. You being over this you answered and put it on speaker. "I'm so over all of you calling me. Fuck off." You told him. "Why cause your fucking Keene and Tory. Really. You know what stay there and don't come home." He said before hanging up.

"There. Happy"

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Robby NSFW Alphabet

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A: Aftercare

Robby’s aftercare is ON POINT. He’s a huge cuddler and loves to have the chance to take care of someone who really appreciates it and takes care of him in return. He will get a soft, damp cloth and clean you off before pulling you onto his chest and wrapping you both up in tons of blankets. He likes to pet your hair while you fall asleep, and hold you so that no one can hurt you while you’re in such a vulnerable state. He knows, realistically, that no one is gonna jump out of the closet and attack you, but it makes him feel needed. 

B: Body Part

His favorite body part of yours is your hands. He loves holding them up next to his and comparing, he loves holding your hand, and he loves when your hand is wrapped around his cock while y’all are in private. He can’t help but look at your left hand and picture a pretty ring on that finger, imagining the beautiful future he wants to have with you. His favorite body part of his is his butt. The boy works out, and he knows how much you like it. He honestly never noticed his butt before, whether it was nice or not, until you started pointing it out, and now he walks around in leggings just to get your attention!

C: Cum

He likes to cum in your mouth. Blowjobs make him feel like he’s in heaven, and when you swallow, it makes Robby feel like you’re accepting him and worshipping him like no one ever has before. He also likes to finish inside you (wrap it up) because of how intimate it is. Not part of the prompt, but he loves to make you sit on his face and cum all over his mouth, dirty boy. 

D: Dirty Secret

Robby has always wanted to try more public sex. The thought of getting caught riles him to no end, and he gets so turned on by the idea of holding his hand over your mouth in a janitor’s closet so people walking past don’t hear your moans. If you wanted to try it, y’all would start small, like your backyard, and work your way up, but if you weren;t into it, that’s fine with him too. 

E: Experience

He’s decently experienced. Robby had a one night stand or two before he met Mr. Larusso, when he hung out with those hooligans, but it never meant anything. With you, it’s his first time doing it with feelings involved, and he was blown away by how much better it was that way. He was experienced enough to not bust in T-2 minutes, but he still had a lot to learn about taking his time and making sure you both enjoyed it. With the other girls, it was always about doing it to impress his friends so he never thought much about how it felt, for him or her. You have to teach him that porn isn’t realistic, and that it takes time to feel good. He’s a fast learner though. 

F: Favorite Position

He loves a good 69, lying down or standing ;) bc he’s strong like that. He also likes taking you from behind while he holds you up against him by your neck, and his other hand playing with your nipples or clit. Add a mirror, and you have the hottest sex either of you had ever had. 

G: Goofy

He can be goofy during foreplay or aftercare, but Robby likes to keep it more intimate and serious during actual sex. He wants you to know that he takes you seriously, and thinks that you guys are goofy all the time, so he wants sex to be loving and heartfelt. Drunk sex can be goofy, but most of the time, he keeps it mature. 

H: Hair

He will shave it off every once in a while and let it get stubbly for a couple weeks, then shave again. Robby HATES ingrown hairs, so he doesn’t like to shave every day, but he thinks just trimming makes it look sloppy. He settles for shaving every couple weeks. He literally doesn’t even notice when you don’t shave, so obviously he doesn’t care about that. Like he’s so caught up in the moment that you could put a little blue wig down there and he wouldn’t notice. 

I: Intimacy

So growing up, Robby never really had people that cared a lot about him. Because of this, he lives for intimate moments. Just you guys lying on his bed playing with each other’s hair makes him swoon. He’s a romantic guy, and would definitely go all out with flower petals, candles, champagne, and bubble baths if it were a special occasion. He wants you to know that he loves you, and wants to make sure you know how much he loves you. 10/10 romance. 

J: Jack off 

He did it a lot before he met you, but now he prefers you. He really doesn’t feel the need to jack off because you guys are together so often. If he starts thinking about you in the shower or something, maybe he would, but he’d rather just text you to come over. 

K: Kink

So Robby is a switch. When he’s feeling more dominant, he loves to spank you with his hands, a paddle, or his karate belt. He gets off on the fact that you trust him so much to hold your pleasure and pain in his hands. He would never go too far, but he loves how wet you get after a light spanking. When Robby is more sub, he likes when you boss him around. Telling him how exactly to pleasure you, pulling his face further into your core. Making him get on his knees and watch as you pleasured yourself. He worships you. 

L: Location

At first, a bed. But after you guys have sex on a beach at night one time, he realizes that he wants to try tons of different locations. Just the possibilities of how he can position you, someone catching you, or someone hearing how good he makes you feel, really gets him going. His favorite so far was in an empty stairwell at a fancy resort that Sam invited you both to. 

M: Motivation

So like Hawk and Miguel, Robby is a teenage boy! He’s horny all day, every day. He loves seeing you in workout clothes, seeing other guys hit on you and then shrink away when they realize you’re his, teaching you karate, and watching you put your hair up. It reminds him of… certain things. 

N: No

He would never ever let someone else join you guys. Male, female, or other, he hates the idea of someone putting their hands on you in that way, and knows you would feel the same about him. Robby thinks you guys have such a perfect chemistry going, so why would you want to ruin that with another person? It would just be awkward and clumsy, and Robby does NOT like to share. 

O: Oral

So like I said earlier, he thinks porn is accurate when y’all first start having sex. He would go down on you for like 30 seconds, barely using any pressure or suction, and would then be confused as to why you weren’t finishing. He sat you down one day and talked to you about it, because he was scared you just weren’t attracted to him or something. When you told him that you needed more than what he was doing, he made you teach him right then and there. He spent a good hour and a half going down on you, making you tell him what was good and what wasn’t, learning how to actually give GOOD head, and now he’s pretty much an expert. He takes his time and takes cues from you. You were amazing at head right off the bat, and he’s such a simp for you when you’re between his legs. 

P: Pace

It honestly varies depending on the day and what mood you guys are in. He’s a switch in all respects, so he can be slow and loving, or fast and rough, or a mix of the two. He also loves when you start on top and set the pace, and then he will flip you guys over when you get tired and finish you both off. 

Q: Quickie

He likes a good quickie in those moments when you guys are out and get turned on all of a sudden. Robby likes to take you somewhere a little more private and get you both off, before resuming what you guys were doing and acting like nothing happened. You’ve seen him shake the hand of someone with the same hand that was buried in you 3 minutes before, acting like nothing was out of sorts at all. 

R: Risk

He will try new things if you want to, but is honestly pretty content with how you guys fuck right now. His philosophy is “if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it.” But he’s more than willing to try whatever you want to try. Robby can’t say no to his girl. Sometimes, you guys just sit there and watch porn together, and will see something that looks like fun, so you decide to try it. 

S: Stamina

So I feel redundant for saying this on Miguel and Hawk’s too, but he’s a teenage boy! He can’t go for more than 12 minutes at first. He could go like 5 times in a row, but didn’t last very long. Now, he’s way better. He can last for a solid 30 to 40 minutes if he really wants to, but normally you’re satisfied before that and he can let himself finish. 

T: Toy

Robby loves to try toys on you. When you first told him that you had a vibrator, he immediately asked if he could use it on you. He’s fascinated with how different toys do different things, and he loves studying the difference in your reactions depending on what he’s using. He doesn’t really like toys being used on him though. He thinks it feels weird and he'd rather have your mouth or hand. 

U: Unfair

Robby can be a really bad tease if he’s in the right mood. He would hover his mouth over your pussy, letting you shake and cry before he touches you. He would finger you and bring you right up to the edge, before pulling his hand away and laughing as you almost sob. He likes knowing he has the power to make you writhe like that. 

V: Volume

He’s pretty quiet, to be honest. You had to tell him specifically that you wanted him to be louder in the bedroom. Once you did that, he started to let loose a little bit more, but still isn’t super loud. He would rather listen to you scream his name ;) 

W: Wild Card

He loves shower sex. Too many times have you guys both cum, only for him to carry you into the shower to clean off and eventually start round 2. The water, the soap, the nakedness, he’s a sucker for it. There’s no clean up involved, and he even gets a bathtub mat so you guys don’t slip and hurt yourselves. 

X: X-Ray

I said it before and I’ll say it again! Size! Does! Not! Matter! The g-spot is 3 INCHES IN so if he’s hitting it right it’s fine!!! But Robby is probably a solid 6 inches. 

Y: Yearning

Teenage boy! He could go at the drop of a hat. Robby wants you all the time, he just holds back until you want to as well. Which is also often, I mean look at him!

Z: Zzz

He doesn’t really like to fall asleep right after in case you need something. He makes sure he’s available to get you whatever you need: a snack, water, another blanket, a kiss. Robby also likes to hold you while you sleep, because it makes him feel like he’s doing his duty as your boyfriend and protecting you. 

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[wazzupmrstark]

instead of you [part eighteen]

pairing: [best friend’s brother] tom holland x college!reader

summary: you didn’t expect to spend your summer pretending to be your best friend’s girlfriend- then again, you didn’t expect to fall for your best friend’s brother, either.

warnings: swearing, mentions of +sex

word count: 2k

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“Sam and I will take the bunk beds.”

The room was a decent size. It was definitely bigger than Sam’s dad had made it sound. A large window on the back wall flooded the space with natural light and offered a view of the city below. By the door was a small fridge and a countertop with a sink and a couple of burners built in so that guests could cook their own meals. There was a queen sized bed jutting out from the western-facing wall and built into the adjacent wall were two twin-sized bunks, one on top of the other, making the room feel... cozy.

Harry and Tom traded looks with each other.

“Kidding.”

The boys visibly relaxed and chuckled awkwardly.

“If I ever have to share a bed with Tom again it’ll be too soon,” Harry sighed.

“Is that any way to treat your big brother?” Tom scoffed.

“I’m taller than you.”

“For now.”

“The fuck’s that supposed to mean? You’re twenty-five, you’re done growing.”

Tom shrugged. “Yeah, but I could always make you shorter.”

“Oh, what are you going to do, cut my legs off?” Harry challenged.

“I never said that.”

“Jesus Christ guys,” Sam said, finally cutting in. “Can we not threaten each other until we’ve had at least a few hours of sleep?”

“Whatever,” his twin grumbled, kicking off his shoes by the door.

Tom slung his backpack onto the top bunk and pulled his sweatshirt off over his head, exposing a strip of his stomach in the process. You looked away instinctively, hoping that you hadn’t drawn any attention to yourself while doing so.

“You always get the top bunk,” Harry whined.

“Yeah, because I’m older.”

“That’s not fair!”

“My brothers are actually ten years old,” Sam explained to you, raising his voice so that you could hear him over the bickering.

“No, I think ten-year-olds know how to take turns,” you said dismissively, not missing the glares from the other two Hollands.

“You’re right,” Sam agreed. He pushed his hair out of his eyes and sighed. “Reminds me of the family vacations we used to take. The six of us used to share one hotel room when we traveled.”

“Four boys... I don’t know how your mom did it.”

“None of us do.”

“I thought we were going to sleep,” Harry muttered from where he was already laying down on the bottom bunk, clearly irritated.

“Give us a minute to settle in, dude,” Sam shot back before dropping into a whisper. “It’s going to be a long week.”

You shook your head, putting your hands on his shoulders. “Everyone’s just cranky because they’re tired,” you reasoned. “We’ll get some sleep and then grab some food and then maybe they’ll be in a better mood.”

“You don’t know them like I do,” Sam warned.

“That’s true, but won’t they tone it down since I’m here?”

Sam snorted. “Wishful thinking.”

You rolled your eyes. “Whatever, I’m going to hop in the shower. I feel gross after being on a plane for so long.”

“I’ll go after you,” Sam replied with a nod. “Let me know if you need anything.”

You thanked him with a kiss under the watchful eyes of his brothers who both groaned in protest.

“Oh, fuck off,” Sam growled against your lips.

“By the way, sharing a bed doesn’t mean you get to mess around because I don’t want to hear that shit.”

“Harry!” Sam and Tom shouted, Tom going as far as throwing a pillow at his younger brother from the top bunk.

“Just being honest! We heard you going at it like rabbits when you had your own room, and I didn’t say anything about it then-”

“Harry.” To your surprise, it was Tom who cut him off, raising another pillow in warning. Thankfully, Harry took the hint that time and shut up, crossing his arms over his chest in annoyance.

You smiled to yourself with the knowledge that your little Easy A stunt had worked, and looked over to see that Sam was wearing a matching smirk. He winked at you before turning to glare at his brothers.

“On that note, I’m going to shower,” you said, mostly to Sam, and made your way over to where you had dropped your suitcase by the door.

You gathered a set of pajamas to change into and then wandered into the bathroom, quietly closing the door behind you. It was one of those rolling doors so you had to be extra careful not to knock it off its hinges or the track and cause even more noise than necessary. You set your change of clothes on the counter next to the sink and began to undress, leaving your worn clothes on the floor.

The shower was kept in a room separate from the room with the sink and vanity, something you had read was common for Japanese washrooms. Inside the second room was a bathtub with a complicated looking panel next to it. With a closer inspection you determined it was used to fill the bath with water and customize the temperature. The showerhead was secured to the wall just to the side of the tub which meant you would have to hold it while you showered, but you didn’t mind. You were used to holding the showerhead for... other reasons.

Your shower was quick. You didn’t want to take too long when you knew other people were waiting for it. You were drained too. Even as you dried yourself off with a towel you could feel your arms start to get heavier.

You wrapped your hair in your towel and put on your pajamas shortly after, trying not to cringe at the way the fabric clung to your still-damp body. Usually you wouldn’t get dressed in the bathroom right after taking a shower because it was always so humid and sticky, you’d go out in the bedroom to do it, but as Sam’s girlfriend the latter wasn’t an option. So you dealt with the discomfort and ventured back into the main room.

It was dark now. Someone, you assumed Sam, had pulled the blackout curtains shut so that the daylight could no longer stream through the window. Harry was already fast asleep, but Tom and Sam were still awake, scrolling through their phones on their respective sides of the room.

Sam was perched on top of your bed, resting comfortably. He wasn’t underneath the covers, probably because he knew you didn’t like to share a bed with someone who hadn’t showered.

He smiled when he saw you and pushed himself up onto his elbows.

“Shower’s all yours,” you said.

“Thanks.”

You watched him rifle through his suitcase for pajamas and then eventually disappear into the bathroom before finally flinging yourself onto the bed. You still needed to take your hair out of the towel and brush your teeth, but you took a moment to just. Lay there.

Tom didn’t acknowledge you, hadn’t so much as looked at you since you came out of the bathroom, but you still found yourself looking over to him.

At the airport he had seemed at least a little concerned that he would have to share a room with you. Even in the cab to the hotel he kept sneaking glances at you when he thought you weren’t paying attention. But now he looked completely relaxed and you were second guessing yourself. Maybe you’d been projecting. Maybe he hadn’t been anxious at all.

You, on the other hand, felt like you hadn’t been able to exhale since Dom had announced that you’d be sharing a room with Sam’s brothers.

It had dawned on you as soon as you stepped into the hotel room that you’d never be able to let your guard down. Before this point you had at least been able to take breaks, retreat to your hotel room with Sam and be yourselves without worrying that one of his family members was around. You hadn’t needed to keep up the act 24/7, but now you had no other choice. It was only for a week, but you knew it was going to be exhausting. You weren’t even sure that your current performance was believable, and that was without all of the more intimate interactions couples had in private. The good night kisses, the cuddling in bed together, falling asleep in each other's arms, the good morning kisses, all things you’d have to take into consideration. Most couples you knew moved in harmony, like they were one person, half of a whole. You and Sam were more like the hands on a clock. You were always moving in the same direction, and once in a while you’d overlap, but more often than not you were facing each other on completely opposite sides of the clock. It was what made you such good friends. Best friends. But what would make you terrible lovers.

To be fair, a lot of people misunderstood your dynamic, which you had been using to your advantage. They assumed that since you were always together you were basically the same person- and they weren’t necessarily wrong. You and Sam spent a majority of your time together. You knew each other well enough to finish each other’s sentences, to voice aloud what the other was thinking before they even said it.

The vibration of your phone next to you disrupted your train of thought. It was a text from Sam.

Can you come here rq? I need help lol.

Confused, you pushed back the covers and stood up. You dropped your phone back on the bed and walked over to the bathroom, keenly aware of the way Tom stiffened in his bed.

You rolled back the door and found Sam standing in his boxers next to the tub.

“What is it?” you asked, shutting the door behind you.

“How did you figure out the shower? I can’t get the water to be hot.”

“This is what you called me in here for?” you said, exasperation dripping from your voice.

“Yes! I don’t want to take a cold shower.” He said it like it should’ve been obvious.

“Did you try messing with the knobs? That’s how I figured it out.”

Sam’s cheeks turned a faint shade of pink as he pursed his lips, thinking about how to answer.

“Not all of them,” he admitted.

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

“Sorry?”

“It’s the one on the left, dumbass,” you said and twisted the knob for him.

“Thanks,” he mumbled sheepishly. “I just didn’t want to fuck up the shower or anything.”

Men, you thought to yourself shaking your head.

“I’m going to bed,” you told him. “Before your brothers think I’m in here giving you head or something.”

“Let them think what they want,” he said, shrugging it off.

“I want to preserve what little amount of respect they have for me, thanks.”

Sam just chuckled and thanked you again as you let yourself out into the room with the sink. While you were there you hung up your wet towel and brushed your teeth with your finger and the toothpaste the hotel provided. You were too lazy to go get your toothbrush out of your bag.

“That was fast.”

You jumped, hand racing to your heart when you realized it was just Tom. He was still in his bed, but had rolled onto one side so that he could talk to you.

“You scared the shit out of me!” you hissed.

“Sorry.” He didn’t sound very sorry. “What did my brother want?”

God damn it, Sam.

“Why do you ask?”

Tom shrugged. “Just wondering.”

“He needed help figuring out the shower,” you explained.

“Glad he has you for that.”

You narrowed your eyes at the boy in the top bunk. He was trying to get under your skin. Why?

The ball was in your court. You could be the bigger person and let it go, or-

“He has me for a lot of things.” You pushed your tongue against your cheek so that there was a visible outline and brought your fist up to your mouth, moving it back and forth subtly so that he’d get the idea without being too obscene. “But you already knew that, didn’t you?"

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[alisonsfics]

scare you away

pairing: steve rogers x reader

summary: steve rogers has always been someone you looked up to. you always ignored your romantic feelings for him because he was much older than you. when he starts ignoring you, you realize you can’t hide your feelings anymore. (requested by anon)

word count: 1.6k

warnings: significant age gap, swearing

You walked into the kitchen, still only barely awake. You were greeted by Steve, who was chopping up an apple for breakfast. “Someone’s tired” he said, smirking as he looked over at you. You just leaned into his side, too tired to hold yourself up.

He chuckled and wrapped his arm around your shoulders. You were so small in comparison to the muscular super soldier. You felt the butterflies appear in your stomach, just like they always did when Steve was around.

It was a stupid crush. He was old enough to be your dad even if you ignored the fact that he was technically over a hundred years old. You knew that he probably thought of you as just a kid.

What you didn’t know about was the huge crush Steve had on you. It made him feel horrible and creepy. You were so young and innocent, and he was an old man lusting over you. He was raised in a time where it was taboo to marry someone that was more than five years younger/older than you, but there he was: in love with a nineteen year old.

“Do you want to spar after breakfast?” He suggested, really only desperate for any excuse to see you. You slowly nodded your head. Your sleepiness was visible to the eye, from your half-open eyes to how you were practically moving in slow motion.

Steve couldn’t help but chuckle and point towards the coffee machine. “I made coffee. It might wake you up” he said, amused as he watched your eyes light up.

You quickly walked over to the cabinet and reached for a coffee mug. You struggled to reach, even on your tiptoes. “Here you go, sweetheart” Steve said, easily grabbing it and handing it to you.

Once the coffee had passed your lips, you felt ready for the day. He handed you a bowl of apple slices. “Is this where you give me a lecture about how important breakfast is?” You teased, gladly accepting the bowl.

A small grin slipped onto his lips. To him, you were the human form of perfection. He loved hearing you giggle or watching you get excited. All of your silly jokes managed to put a smile on the old man’s face.

“I still hate that they made me do those dumb high school videos. They just made me seem like an old man” he said. You loved to tease him about those videos. It was a nice little inside joke that the two of you had.

You both ate together in quiet silence. Once you finished, you jumped down off your stool. “I’ll take care of your dishes” Steve volunteered, already taking them from you. You couldn’t help but smile to yourself.

“Thanks. I’ll go get changed and meet you in the training room?” You suggested. He nodded in agreement, giving you a peck on the top of your head. You froze, shocked by the sudden action. He quickly apologized and bashfully looked down at the ground.

You felt the heat radiating off your cheeks as you walked back to your room.

Steve had always been a mentor to you, and you both were normally pretty affectionate. It wasn’t out of the normal for you two to be cuddling and watching a movie on a Friday night. There were sometimes when things would get a bit too affectionate, whether it was a kiss on the forehead or holding hands.

He always left you with a fluttering feeling and a schoolgirl smile on your face.

You grabbed a sports bra and some leggings out of your dresser and got changed. After throwing your hair into a ponytail, you headed down to the training room. You didn’t normally opt for a sports bra, but all of your athletic tank tops were dirty. So, you threw a light jacket over your sports bra.

You saw Steve through the giant glass windows. He was already lifting some weights. You opened the door, and he looked up to meet your eyes. He greeted you with a small smile.

When he turned around to set down his weights, you took the opportunity to admire his back muscles. You set down your workout bag and unzipped your jacket, throwing it on top of your bag.

Steve turned around to face you, and you saw his eyes go wide. You noticed his eyes roll down your body. Then, he forced himself to look up at your face. “I—ummm. I’m sorry” he mumbled over his words.

His cheeks were on fire as his face became bright red. He didn’t know where to look, so he settled for the floor. He was too ashamed to look into your eyes, but couldn’t stare at your body anymore.

“Actually...I can’t—I mean, I have to go,” his words were rushed and frantic. He didn’t even pick up his bag before quickly jogging out of the door. You were left all alone.

You looked back at where he had just stood, feeling nothing but confusion. You didn’t even know what to think. He hadn’t said much of anything before running out the door.

You slung your bag over your shoulder and went back to your room. You set your stuff back on your bed and heard people talking outside your door. You peeked out the door and saw Steve talking to Tony, Nat, Wanda, and Sam, who were all sitting on the couch.

You kept your door only cracked open, so they couldn’t see you. “Oh come on. Just tell her how you feel. It’s better than running around avoiding her” Natasha told him. Steve put his head in his hands. He had no idea what to do.

“She probably knows anyway. You aren’t exactly the most subtle. You two and your little movie nights” Sam said, chuckling. You wondered if Steve liked you and that’s what they were talking about. “You knew about that?” Steve’s cheeks became an even darker shade of red.

You could hear Wanda and Natasha whispering to each other about how cute you both looked when you were cuddling. You could feel your heart racing.

Did Steve really like you?

“Come on, Cap. How do you feel about her? Do you love her?” Tony asked, aiming for a serious answer.

The room was quiet for a moment. You thought they could hear your heart pounding as it rang in your ears. You stepped into the room, so you could hear better. They all saw you, but didn’t make any gesture so Steve wouldn’t know.

“Of course I’m in love in her. I think about her all the time. How could I not? She's the sweetest person I’ve ever met, and I love being around her. I love how she giggles when she tells jokes, and how she gets flustered when anyone compliments her. But at the end of the day, I am so much older than she is. She’d probably think I’m a creepy old man if she knew how I felt. She definitely doesn’t feel the same way, so what the fuck am I supposed to do?” He asked, running his hand through his blonde hair.

You couldn’t form the words to respond.

“Steve?” your voice sounded weak and vulnerable. He spun around and met your eyes. You saw the panic wash through him. “Oh shit” he mumbled to himself.

You could only think of one thing to say. “Is all of that true?” You asked him, still having a hard time believing. He nodded, but hung his head in shame.

“We’ll give you both a minute” Wanda said, before they all exited the room. You walked closer to Steve, but he still couldn’t look you in the eye. “Look at me” you said, softly.

His big blue eyes met yours, and you could see all of his worry. “So do you think I’m creepy yet?” His voice broke. You let your fingers slip through his, interlacing your hands. His eyes darted to your hands.

“I don’t think you’re creepy. I think you’re kind of cute” you said, bashfully. He tilted his head towards the side, confused by your words.

You watched his eyes glance down at your lips. “Can you just kiss me already?” You practically begged him. He chuckled before slipping his arms around your waist. He leaned in and slowly connected your lips.

He hesitantly pressed his lips against yours. Your grinned as you noticed his nervousness. You slid your tongue against his bottom lip, encouraging him.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, toying with the ends of his hair. You both pulled away as you heard whistling. You looked over your shoulder and saw Sam watching you both.

“Come on, let’s go” Steve said, taking your hand and pulling you towards your room.

Sam wolf whistled again at the both of you. “Ignore him” Steve whispered in your ear, before closing the door behind you.

You laid down on your bed and pulled him down with you. “How about we watch a movie?” You suggested, running your fingers through his hair.

He nodded his head before adjusting himself on the bed. He sat with his back against the headboard, and let you sit in between his legs with your back against his chest.

You ran your fingers up and down his legs beside you as you started the movie. He pressed a kiss to your temple.

“So why did you run out of the training room this morning?” You asked, glancing back at him. He chuckled to himself before answering you. “The sight of you in that sports bra. I felt like a creep ogling at you. I knew I couldn’t stop myself. I didn’t want to freak you out” he told you, scratching the back of your neck.

You felt the heat rush to your cheeks. “I wish you would’ve told me that. I was having a hard time not staring you, Mr. Muscles” you teased, leaning into his touch.

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[buckysbabygorl]

Get it Together

Summary: Sam asks Bucky what the hell that was all about

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Word Count: 500+

Part 1

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“Wanna catch me up?”

Bucky’s head turned at the question, but he didn’t falter in his step.

It wasn’t long after his and Y/N’s conversation that he was slithering out of the bar, Sam not far behind as he watched his partner leave.

He barely got in a proper goodbye to Y/N as he left, confused and distracted by Bucky’s brooding state.

“It’s nothing.” Bucky explained.

Sam scoffed, much like Y/N had earlier.

“Okay, let me try again. What’s going on with Y/N, because that didn’t look like ‘nothing’ to me.”

Bucky should’ve told Sam earlier, but he didn’t know what to say. What had happened with him and Y/N?”

Could any label be put to that? The tension, the intimacy, the almost something that was tumbling into nothing?

Shit, Bucky decided was a good descriptor, things with Y/N had turned to shit.

Sam caught up, walking in stride with Bucky as the cars sped by on the busy downtown street.

“Before everything went down with Walker and the Flag Smashers, Y/N and I got… close.”

Sam raised a brow, surprised that during Bucky’s “social lull” as he liked to describe it, he was connecting with someone. To the point he used “close” in referral.

“We’d been talking, we saw each other—I meant to tell her. But, everything happened so fast. I didn’t tell her where I was, I didn’t talk to her. Then the months passed and now we’re here.”

Sam’s eyes went wide, “Months? She didn’t know where you were for months?”

Bucky groaned, annoyed. “I know. I’m not good with keeping up with people—”

“Buck that’s no excuse. You can’t just disappear on people.”

“I get it. But there’s nothing I can do about it now. You saw how it was back there.”

Sam remembered how coldly you’d greeted Barnes, and how curtly you introduced your new partner before happily joining everyone else.

“Doesn’t mean you can’t apologize. You can try, that’s a start.”

Bucky sighed, shoving his hands further in his pockets. He walked ahead of Sam, a subconscious attempt at an escape.

“It’s not worth it.”

Sam scoffed, “You’re pathetic.”

Bucky whipped around at the statement.

“What did you just say?”

“You heard me. You’re pathetic. You ran away, you fucked up, and now you won’t fix it.”

The wind broke their silence, sharply streaking over their exposed hands and faces, bitterly biting at their skin.

It felt appropriate for the situation at hand.

“You care. Don’t pretend you don’t, fix it Barnes.” Sam shook his head, continuing to walk. “For God’s sake get your shit together.”

Bucky stood alone for a moment, Sam walking further ahead of him.

He was too tired for this conversation, contempt fueling him to keep his stance in the predicament. What did he have to fix? You moved on, you didn’t care, end of story.

But he couldn’t stand alone in the cold forever, so begrudgingly, he caught up with Sam. Both walking silently in the cool autumn night, nothing more said about the bar they’d left behind.

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Part 3

A/N: Hey babes! Doing a short lil’ angst series off of my previous post. A few of y’all wanted a follow up ig 🖤 enjoy what comes ☺️

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