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buckyalpine · 6 months

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I’m an absolute sucker for sexy Bucky. Fuckin’ hot and damn well knows it Bucky. Lowkey, flirty and smooth as fuck Bucky. Cocky bucky. No thoughts, just imagine a couple of drinks in and you are absolutely feeling yourself because you look amazing. You’re fine as hell. Gorgeous. You lock eyes with that pretty stranger whose been watching you all night, his blue eyes locked on your hips each time you sway. Doesn’t take long for you to feel his hands around you hips, pulling you close, chest pressed against your back, his lips tickling your ear.

“You’ve been teasin’ me all night, doll” He whispers, smirking when you press your ass back on him, his hips moving with yours, catching you off guard. His body moves in a tandem with yours, sexy and dirty, giving the club a show while lost in your own world. He’s a shy and broody person until he gets his hands on something he likes and you’ve brought out a side in him he didn’t know existed.

“You sure about that” you tease, gasping when his bulge pushes and grinds against your harder.

“What do you think” He smirks against your neck, rutting his hips up once more so you feel the effect you have over him, his large hands splayed on your body, keeping you all just for him the entire time. You sing the words along with the song, the bass making your heart throb, your panties soaked with the scent of his cologne.

Do I make you horny baby You whisper in his ear, his eyes darkening, gripping your hips tighter.

It doesn’t take long for him to sweep you out of the club, hailing a club to hightail it to his place. Your clothes are thrown off piece by piece into the hall, leaving you both naked as hell once you land on his bed with just his dog tags around his neck. His metal arm makes you drool with a mix of admiration and excitement. You knew exactly who he was and how the fuck was he prettier in person.

“You’re dangerous doll” he growls, rubbing his weeping tip through your dripping cunt, pressing against your entrance. Neither of you waste any time, feeling way too hot and heavy, desperate to just tear each other apart in the most primal and lustful way. “You’re such a pretty little thing but m’gonna fuck you like a dirty little whore”

“Fuck me-OH GOD” You cry out when he slams into you, setting a brutal pace, making the headboard slam against the wall. He grips onto it, bringing his knee higher to get a deeper angle, your tight pussy struggling to take all of him as he slips in and out. “SO-GOOD”

“Yeah bunny? Feel good?” He lets out a dark chuckle, the metal tags hitting your chin with each thrust, letting him use your body as his own personal fuck doll. “Don’t think I'll be able to hold back with you pretty girl”

“U-Use me Sargent” You plead, bringing your legs higher, wrapping around his waist.

“That’s it, such a good girl” He growled, his eyes rolling back a your arousal soaking his length, squirting out of you each time he went deeper, “My nasty girl”

He manhandled you into different positions, no giving a fuck about the neighbors. He yanked you off he bed, keeping his cock in you, pressing you against the wall with no effort, fucking you hard and fast like you were nothing more than a cocksleeve.

“Dancing on me like you’ve never had cock, grinding on me with those fuck me eyes, you wanted this, huh baby”

“Wan-wanted it!” You wailed, nodding while he fucked you dumb, smirking at the way your jaw hung slack, unable to formulate words.

“So cute when you’re dumb with my cock in you baby, I could get used to this”

Something about those words made your stomach flip, thinking about doing this again. Your train of thought was short lived when he moved to the floor to fuck you dirty and nasty, his eyes feral as his hips snapped forward. He went at it all night while you took it, drunk off pleasure, the both of you cumming until the room was drenched with the scent of sex.

He’s so dirty when he cums, moaning and panting, giving you his spend for minutes on end. He pumps you full, using your mouth for when he doesn’t stop leaking, not wanting you to waste a drop.

You scream till your vocal chords are fried, your pussy too sore to even close your legs. You barely notice the cool cloth he wipes you down with, humming softly when you feel him wrap his arms around your trembling body and pulling the covers up.

“Mornin’ sunshine” He drawls out in hat deep, raspy voice, eyes still closed while his cool metal finger traces down your spine. He doesn’t do this often and he certainly never lets anyone spend the night but for some reason he’s reluctant to let you go that easily. You’re so warm and soft and he’s not done with cuddling you; a couple more hours wouldn't hurt. Maybe a coffee. Or dinner.

“Morning soldier” You whisper, feeling a shiver as he presses his soft lips against your bare shoulder, pulling you closer to his chest before softly snoring again. It doesn’t seem like either of you have any plans on getting up soon and you’re both perfectly okay with that.

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cod-fishing · 6 months

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The first time Johnny feeds on Simon, they aren’t exactly planning on it.

They get stuck in a bunker somewhere on some shit recon mission turned siege. Through spotty radio signal, laswell ensures them both that help is coming, they just have to wait it out. And they can, mostly. The bunker has a decent set of couches, and is well stocked for a human.

For a vampire, on the other hand.

Well, usually they don’t need to pack all that many rations for soap. He can feed on the go - whatever mercs they’re taking out juice him up just fine. But the problem with the bunker is that there are just too many enemies on the other side to pop out for a quick snack. They’re isolated, truly isolated, just the two of them.

At the start Ghost asks for a status report on Johnny, but he insists he should be fine for a week or so. “I’ve gone longer. I’ll be fine.” He swears. And to be fair, he is fine for that long. Sure, his brain clearly gets a little slow near the end, but it’s no more than any of them have faced.

But a week turns into two. Then starts creeping into two and a half. And soap starts looking a little gaunt.

“Sargent.” No reply. “Hey, Johnny.” Ghost has to repeat his name to get his attention, the man’s eyes glazed over and posture slumped in his chair.

“Johnny, you need to eat.”

He looks at him like he’s struggling to process his words, and eventually licks his lips before answering.

“Sure do, L.T. Just, uh. Just can’t get to the pantry.”

Ghost is nothing if not solutions-oriented. He wouldn’t have brought it up if he hadn’t mulled it over. It was time, he wouldn’t let Johnny suffer like this.

“Feed from me.”

Now that gets his attention. He looks slack-jawed, eyes flaring bright at the suggestion.

“No, Ghost, I- I couldn’t, I don’t want to feel that, I-“ he stutters.

“You could die, Johnny. Or go into some sort of crazed frenzy, and drink me dry without even knowing it. You’re wasting away, don’t lie to me. We’ve got to do something about it.”

Johnny sputters. “Ghost, no! I’ll be fine, I swear-“

“I said, don’t lie to me.”

The Sargent searches his eyes for a moment, still so blue despite the pain he’s clearly in, before slumping.

“You know it hurts, right?”

He knows. He’s seen the way Soap’s meals scramble against him, faces pulled tight and panicked. When he has the time to stop and watch, he often does. It’s kind of mesmerizing, the way they slowly go limp in his embrace, their life-force transferred into him.

“Yeah, I know.”

Soap just stares at him, with an unreadable expression on his face. It almost looks like awe, but Ghost isn’t willing to call it that.

“You think you can stop yourself when you get enough?” Ghost asks. He trusts Johnny, which is why he’s asking. Not that the answer really matters.

He takes the time to consider it, wiping a hand down his face.

“Yeah, I can,” he finally replies, almost sounding regretful. “But still, Ghost…are you sure?”

“Quit your yammering. You know I wouldn’t say it in the first place if I wasn’t.”

He blinks, still looking a little sleepy. Finally, he nods.

“Right then. Let’s do it.”

“Ach, um. Right. Just, uh,” he stands up, looking awkward, and ghost doesn’t miss the way he sways a bit in place, “I guess I’ll just?” He gestures to ghost’s legs, and it takes Ghost far to long to realize he means to sit on his lap.

He snorts. “Come on sweetheart,” and pats his lap, hoping the joke will cut through some of the mountain of tension building up.

It does get Soap to smile, rolling his eyes, and in one fluid motion, he sinks down on the couch to straddle Ghost’s thighs.

Ghost tenses, then forces himself to relax. His brain feels all kinds of haywire. On one hand, having Johnny on his lap like this should be fucking awkward.

On the other, if he just lets himself feel it for a second, the grounded feeling of his strong thighs against his feels pretty good. The weight feels pretty good, and when Johnny hesitantly sets his hands against Ghost’s collarbones, over his Henley, that feels good too.

His heart is racing in his chest. Looking up into Johnny’s eyes, blown out till the blue is almost gone, he isn’t entirely sure if it’s because he’s underneath a predator, or if it’s something else entirely.

Johnny licks his lips again, and this time, Ghost can see his incisors starting to peak out. He’s breathing hard, almost panting - he looks more hungry than ghost has ever seen him.

“Fuck.” Johnny chokes out. He drops his head, but it’s only to rest his forehead against Ghost’s shoulder, turning his face away from his neck.

Tentatively, ghost rests his hands on the meat of soap’s hips. He’s still panting, clenching and unclenching his hands against ghost like he’s trying to hold himself back.

“It’s alright, Johnny,” he finds himself almost whispering. He reaches up, removing the last barrier in Soap’s way. The mask slides over his face. Soap twitches under his hands.

“Do it.”

Soap takes in one more ragged gasp.

“Yes sir.”

Ghost has been hurt a lot before. And yes, when Johnnys surprisingly large fangs pierce the skin of his neck, they hurt. But it helps that he is anticipating it.

What he isn’t anticipating is the euphoria.

He tenses, at the bite, but as Johnny starts to suck him down in earnest, he feels himself relaxing, going boneless, turning into god damn jello. I mean it hurts, it does, but more than that his head starts to feel a little light, his body pleasantly heavy.

And then Johnny god damn moans against his neck, and Ghost feels his eyes roll back in his head.

It must not go on for too long. Johnny starts to slow down after just a bit, the suckling against his jugular turning gentle and almost lazy. Johnny is feeling strong in his lap, far less brittle. He feels…god he feels good. Big. Like Ghost can lay here on this couch for a long while and it’ll be okay, because Johnny has got him. Johnny wouldn’t let anything happen to him.

Too soon, he pulls away.

He licks a stripe over the puncture holes, and Ghost shivers.

“Let me get you -“ Johnny starts to shuffle in his lap a bit, grabbing some napkins off the coffee table to press against them. It’s only now that Ghost realizes his eyes are closed, and he struggles to lift his eyelids.

Johnny is gazing back down at him, the warm tan and healthy glow back in his skin.

He looks beautiful.

“Thanks, L.T. You were right, I really needed that. Are you feeling okay?”

Ghost blinks. “Uh. Um.” He tries to kick his brain back into gear, but god it feels so nice to be here, in this half conscious state. “Affirmative.”

Johnny’s eyebrows pull together, not entirely convinced. “You sure, sir? That can’t have felt good.”

“Yeah,” he croaks out. Johnny feels so good on him, so good. Ghost ponders if it would be safe for Johnny to feed a little more. “Feel real good, Johnny.”

That gets him a quirked eyebrow from a much more chipper Soap.

“Alright, sir. Let’s get you a juice box.”

Johnny feeds on him more often, after that.

#inspired that that vampire post I saw a few days ago #ghostsoap #cod mwii #soapghost #cod mw2 #ghoap #tf141 #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #codmw2 #mywriting #cod mw3 #vampire soap #vampire Johnny MacTavish

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thepynchfanfiction · 4 months

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Winter has always meant different things for Adam Parrish. It has meant colder weather and layered clothes. It has meant tension and angry fathers because money is tight and the heat can’t be turned on. It has meant disappointment coming back from winter break and everyone showing off their new items while he hoped no one noticed he’d worn that shirt twice that week. It has meant being mad at Gansey for getting him anything at all.

or; Adam grows to enjoy the colder weather.

#ronan lynch #adam parrish #pynch #side: sarchengsey #side: blue sargent #side: bluesey #side: henry cheng #rated: general #length: single chapter #length: 1k-5k #genre: fluff #pining #love confessions #first kiss #holiday #christmas #author: longcoldwar

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hopelessromantic423 · 1 year

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A New Uniform

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky is in need of new mission attire. You help him get all the details of his new suit, and the two of you relish in the new look of Bucky Barnes.

Warnings: fluff. Pet name (sweetheart). Working on the details ppl, it’s a process. Shy Bucky

A/N: Howdy! Flabbergasted by the response on my last post *gasp* Also did not expect almost 100 followers within my first two months on this app. #feelinggrateful

“What’s going on in that handsome head of yours?”

Bucky glanced up at you with a smirk which he was most definitely trying to hide. His hand brushed through his fluffy short brown hair as he sat back in his chair.

“Steve says I need a mission suit. Something less, winter soldier-ish, I guess.”

He was clearly flustered. There were lots of scribbles on his legal pad. Some words and a few sketches, a few pens snapped in half from Bucky’s strong grip were thrown off to the side next to his cup of black coffee.

You sighed and lightly placed your hand on his shoulder, rubbing your thumb soothingly in circles as your head rested on his opposite shoulder. Leaning his head on yours, Bucky muttered a quick, “I don’t know,” before tossing his pen on the notepad.

“What do you want in a suit?”

Bucky took a moment to compose his thoughts. “Something comfortable, maybe a suit that doesn’t restrict,” he motioned to his arm, “ya know that, and oh,” his expression brightened as he said, “pockets! Lots of pockets.”

“Okay fair points,” you lightly chuckled as you sat on his lap looking between him and the notepad. Bucky’s hand came to rest around your waist while his head rested on your arm.

“Let’s start at material,” you said assuringly, taking the pen from the notepad and scribbling the word material in a blank space.

“I usually wear black,” Bucky muttered.

“You said you wanted something less from your past right? What other colors do you like?”

“My ma always said blue looked good on me. She said it matches my eyes,” Bucky’s eyes stared off into nothing as he remembered his mother. Your touch finally broke his train of thought while you ran your hand lightly up and down his arm.

“What about navy hm? It’s a nice transition from the all black. I agree with your mom, but I just really love your eyes.”

“Thanks, sweetheart,” he murmured completely blushing. “I like navy.” He was in awe of your thinking. It was a silly superhero suit, but it was more than that to him. It was a step in a new direction and for you to want to help him and care about it, that was everything to Bucky.

“Okay and you want comfort, no left sleeve, and pockets,” you mumbled while scribbling down all that you said.

“Lots of pockets,” Bucky added in a playful tone.

“Lots of pockets,” you teased back with a giggle, turning to him with a smile.

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It was two weeks later and Bucky was anxious up until now when he got his suit from whoever makes all the Avengers suits. It was packaged in a nice box, addressed politely to Sargent James Buchanan Barnes.

You sat excitedly waiting for Bucky to walk out into the living room. The rest of the team was out on missions, so it was just you and Bucky to take in his new look.

Finally, he stepped out, first, you saw his boots which were his usual black boots that he had worn for forever. Then his pants which were new black leather, they were sleek with small red detailing just below his hips.

The real pièce de résistance of it all was the shirt, a nice navy leather covered his chest with one black strap placed across his chest, the same red from the pants making little appearances on the apparel. His waist was perfectly fitted to the leather, slim but oh so sexy.

He looked nervous as he stepped out, clearly worried about your opinion. Taking a few more steps, he stood showing off his new look. Confidence was spread all across his face the second he saw your expression.

“You look so handsome Buck,” you said in awe of your boyfriend.

“Comfortable?” You asked, standing up from your chair.

“Very,” Bucky replied looking down and taking in his look once more. “Look,” he said all excited taking your hand and pulling you towards him.

“Pockets,” he whispered like a kid telling you a secret. He turned a few times to show the pockets laid out around his suit. The two of you laughed and giggled as you took in every little detail of the suit, ooing and aweing at certain features that were minuscule to the average person but important to Avengers.

There were lots of great things about this moment but the best feeling was seeing Bucky not as the winter soldier, but much more than his previous title. He would tell you often of how sometimes when he looks in the mirror, he still sees the winter soldier. He pictures himself with the long greasy hair and the scowl, as if that part of him is coinciding with him always.

“So, do I look like a superhero?”

“Yes, but also,” you came around to look in the mirror with him. Your hands placed at each side of his arms, with the two of you just taking in his look.

“You look like Bucky. Just Bucky.”

Bucky was no one else but himself, and for the first time in a long time, he agreed with you.

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testingthewatersss · 4 months

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I never lost him Trigger warnings for PTSD, mentions of war, torture, etc. Just unapologetic cuddling and comfort ft. Steve Rodgers. Bucky Barnes x F Reader Chapter 10 2330 words fluff, angst, comfort. 18+ MDNI Post TWS Steve realises that he's not the only one looking for Sargent Barnes. Reader is Tony’s sister, a non-enhanced shield agent who recently resurfaced.

The shift in his demeanour is so obvious that the other man speeds up his departure. Offering the duo a smile as he ducks out of the door in silence.

“Hey” Bucky hears Y/N coo, once they’re alone, “Hey, baby… Look at me.”

Again, he’s not sure when he’d started staring at his feet. He pulls his gaze up to her face and watches her head tilting as she considers him.

“That wen’t well” she says, “I think you’re all talked out, huh?”

He nods, not trusting himself to speak without his voice cracking.

“Are you hungry, or do you want to just settle somewhere?”

I could eat, he thinks, But I, I don’t want too.

Silently, he glances at the door to the bedroom, and then, over to the couch.

The crackling fire is nice. He wouldn’t mind just curling back up on there. The bed had seemed so soft though. So warm and-

“C’mon, baby” Y/N sighs, giving his palm a squeeze, “Lead the way”

He starts moving straight away, but his steps are slow— careful— as he paces towards the entry to the bedroom.

Blue eyes catch her brown ones for a split second as he tries desperately to gauge wether or not she approves of his choice. He can’t read her face though, not before he’s overcome by a terrible wave of anxiety that prompts him to keep moving. He presses the door open, and only stops when he’s by the wooden footboard, toes by his discarded backpack.

“You wanna wash up first?” she asks him patiently, “or loose some layers?”

He withdraws his hand from hers, silently peeling off his t-shirt as she mirrors him, undressing herself and dumping her clothes on a pile in the corner.

“I’m goin’ to wash my face real quick” she tells him next, “You get comfy, okay? unless you wanna use the bathroom too?”

He doesn’t, so he just shakes his head a fraction and tries to console himself by looping his arms across his chest. One of his hands slips up, to paw at his chain whilst he inches himself closer to the side of the bed he knows is for him.

Y/N doesn’t spend long in the adjacent room. She’s back in under five minutes, and when she reappears and finds Bucky curled up under the blankets in their bed, she can’t help the way her smile splits her face.

“Baby boy” she whispers, slipping under the comforter beside him, “You warm enough?”

He’s so warm.

There had been more blankets than he’d imagined, and every single one is thick and soft and he… he can’t believe he really gets to stay there.

He doesn’t reply, he just turns himself over to stare at her face.

And then, he moves his arms, unlacing them from their previous position across his ribs, so that he can reach out for her, even though she’s pretty close already;

Her heart aches as his fists open and close in a silent plea for more affection.

“C’mere” she whispers, indulging him by closing the gap between their fronts, “Bucky, you’re alright.”

He clings to her the second he can. He loops his arms around her waist and holds her tight against him—

“I…I-just w-wanted h-im to know” he croaks, “I’m— I’m not the same.”

“Shhhhhh” she hushes him, hating how splintered his voice is, “He knows, we all know, we love you anyway, it’s okay.”

Hearing that pushes him well past the line of restraint, and before he can do anything to stop it, he’s bawling.

Weak, breathy little sobs wracking his chest as he hides his face in her neck.

“Today’s been a lot for you to process” she tells him, “You’ve done real well, I’m so proud of you”

That only seems to make him cry harder, but, there’s a looseness to it that makes her think it’s better for him to just let it out.

She strokes his back, pressing her lips against his head as he tries to just let the wave of emotion pass.

He blacks out before it does, his body giving in to the adrenaline crash long before his eyes stop streaming.

It’s not the first time he’s sobbed himself to sleep in Y/N’s arms, and she knows it won’t be the last, so, she just soothes him the best she can. Waiting until she’s sure he’s actually unconscious before she lets herself drift off, too.

Bucky doesn’t sleep peacefully.

In all fairness, peaceful isn’t exactly his norm. His norm is restless, it’s light and easily broken.

But that night, he’s particularly unsettled.

He’s tossing and turning so violently that he Y/N wakes more than once.

The first time, it’s a little after midnight. The room is pitch black, and his flesh arm has struck outwards, landing an awkward jab against her thigh.

Instantly, her eyes open, and her own hand reaches out to take hold of his palm.

He seems to acknowledge the contact, even though she can tell from the pattern of his breathing that he is still unconscious.

She runs her thumb across the back of his knuckles until the tension leaves his muscles, until he sags back into the mattress with a sigh.

The next time, it’s three, and he jerks his whole body sidewards, barely staying still for a second before he throws himself over onto his stomach. When Y/N blinks her eyes open again, she sees the way his brow is furrowed behind the curtain of his hair.

He’s grimacing like he’s in pain.

She wonders absentmindedly if he is. If one of the many internal injuries he’s had crudely patched together over the years is hurting him and that’s why he can’t get comfortable, even though he’s already asleep.

It could be his skin too, she thinks, or his head.

Carefully, she reaches out with the hand he’d been holding earlier. She touches the tense surface of his brow and hushes him as she smoothes a piece of hair back behind his ear.

“Shhhh” she soothes, “What’s the matter?”

Bucky twitches restlessly. She lets her fingers trace his temple as his nostrils flare with the effort of deep breathing.

“Baby” she whispers sweetly, “You’re safe… you’re so safe”

His eyelids flicker, his tongue flicks out to wet his dry lips, and then, silently, he curls over onto his other side, so that his face is back, pressed against Y/N’s chest.

She relents instantly, curling her arms around him.

That position seems to help him stay settled, because it’s another 3 hours before he rouses his partner again.

This time, she might have missed it, had she not been pressed against him so closely.

His jaw is chattering, and then, he’s speaking.

At first, it’s inaudible. It’s barely a murmur, but then, it’s enough to wake her;

“Please” he croaks tiredly, “Please, please”

“Buck?” she murmurs, realising what’s happening, “Bucky-”

“Please” he repeats, eyes screwed shut, “Please, I don’t— I don’t want to go, I—”

“Oh, love” she almost yawns, fingers curling across his cheeks,

they’re damp. He’s crying, she realises, he’s crying in his sleep.

That’s awfully sad.

“Wake up” Y/N murmurs, drying his face with her thumb, “Bucky, it’s okay.”

Her voice tugs him out of the dream he’d been trapped in a moment before. He follows it, like the light at the end of a tunnel until he can finally open his eyes, blinking confusedly at her face.

It’s still dark, and his vision is clouded by tears, but still, he can make out the way she’s smiling at him.

Instantly, he remembers exactly why he’s crying.

“I- I didn’t want to go” he tells her wetly, “I- I was with my ma and I— I knew they were goin’ to make me go and do… do those things again and I- I didn’t mean to-”

“C’mere…” she says soothingly, “…You were dreamin’ about your momma?”

His chest rattles loosely as he nods, burying his red nose back behind her ear.

She can feel both of his hands fussing with the blanket beside her waist.

“I was a kid” he tells her shakily, “I- I was in our kitchen… at, at the table we used to have, but, but then I— I looked down and I— I had blood on my hands and then she… she was lookin’ right at me, and I- I had this arm, and the… there, there was someone at the door and I- I knew I- I had to go and I— I didn’t want to— she said— she said I had to, but I- I wanted to say sorry— I didn’t want her to see me like this… I d-didn’t mean too—”

“Oh, baby boy” she says, the second his quiet rambling fades off into sobs, “It’s okay…”

“I… I… didn’t get to s-say goodbye”

She knows he’s not just talking about this dream. She knows how much he misses his mother, and how hard it was for him to accept that she died, and he never got to grieve.

“I know” she agrees softly, “I know, I’m sorry”

He doesn’t talk about his family often. Usually it’s a subject that’s broached on nights like this, when he’s muddled and still half-asleep.

“She- she was mad at me” he whispers nervously, “she… she-”

“She loved you” Y/N counters quickly, “Bucky, she loved you so, so much— She wasn’t mad at you, I promise.”

He blinks, shifting a little so that he can prop himself up and really look at Y/N.

A tear rolls off his nose as he sniffs, the veil of sleep induced fogginess starting to really fall away.

“I woke you up” he whispers after a beat of silence, “I- I’m sorry”

“No” she replies, shaking her head, “don’t worry ‘bout wakin’ me up”

His face is a picture. A heart-breaking picture.

He looks small, she thinks, like he doesn’t know what to do next.

“Do you want a hug?”

Her question makes his head tilt, like he hadn’t expected it at all.

His eyes are still streaming, even as he nods.

“Please” he whispers, ducking back down into her arms, “A… a hug sounds nice.”

That makes her chuckle, as she helps him snuggle against her chest.

“You get all the hugs you want” she reminds him, “Forever, Buck— Unlimited hugs.”

“God” he sniffs, “Even if I wake you up, doll?”

“‘specially when you wake me up” she replies tiredly, “you’ve had a rough night”

Have I?

He doesn’t remember. As he combs through what memories he does have of the recent passed, he can just about grasp periods of discomfort. The abstract concept of pain, and fear, and feeling restrained.

But none of it is terrible.

Not with the way it’s interlaced with her. With the presence of a soft hand to hold onto. With the feeling of gentle fingers against his brow.

“Can you remember if somethin’ was hurtin’ you earlier?” she asks, genuinely curious, “I didn’t want to wake you up to ask.”

“Might’ve been my chest” he murmurs, settling into his position, “it’s been achin’ lately, or… or it could’ve been my back- that’s been playin’ up too”

“Sweetheart” she coos, “Is it sore right now?”

He’s quiet for a second, considering her question.

“A little” he replies honestly, “my backs alright, my… my chest is just— tight.”

“tight” she echos, fingers fluttering down to trace the outline of his ribs, “Is it down here, or higher up?”

“Both” he whispers shyly, “-right… right there is, is tender, doll.”

“Here?” she checks, pausing, fingers hovering just above his lowest three ribs on the right, he nods, and she sighs, understanding why, “They’re the vibranium ones, Buck… The ones they had to fix after your fall, do they bother you a lot?”

“It comes and goes” he grumbles, “it’s just throbbin’ somethin’ fierce…”

Y/N can feel a surgical scar as she lowers her hand, she ignores it as she wraps her arm back around him.

“It’s worse at night” he confesses, “It all is— the achin’, I mean— it… it’s like when I relax it starts up.”

“Yeah” she agrees calmly, “because you’re muscles are real good at compensating— You’ve had a long time to practice movin’ around, and stayin’ tense to keep the pressure off your bones so when you stop, when you soften up, it all starts to hurt.”

It sounds awfully simple when she says it like that.

The smile he offers her is shy, it’s embarrassed because he feels like he should’ve figured that out on his own.

“It’ll get easier” she tells him, “The longer you’re out of cryo, it’ll start to ease off, love… we’ve just gotta keep you warm.”

“You’re doin’ an awfully good job at that” he says, aiming for boyish charm, “I don’t think I’ve ever been so warm”

Y/N just beams, tucking him in even closer to her front as she nuzzles at his jaw;

He lets out a long, audible breath, and tightens both arms around her waist.

“Baby” she murmurs, tone softening again, “You want to go back to sleep?”

Does he?

“Maybe” he answers, “is it early?”

“Mhmm” she says, “four thirty”

“Can I stay here?” he asks, voice muffled by the way he’s buried his face against the crook of her neck, “Or am I smotherin’ you to death?”

He’s half joking.

Y/N indulges him with a soft reel of laughter before shaking her head no.

“You’re not smotherin’ me, Barnes…” she promises, “Get some rest, we’ll get breakfast whenever you’re next up”

“Could…” he mumbles, already half asleep, “Could we make pancakes?”

“Pancakes?” she echos, curious, “Sure.”

“My… My ma used to make them on Sundays…”

“It’s a Tuesday” Y/N teases lightly, already considering the ingredients she has in the small, ensuite kitchen, “but I think I can manage that.”

“I’ll help” he drawls, voice slurring now…

“Alright” she sighs, letting her own eyes close, “Square deal”

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#bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky x reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barns x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes angst #bucky x you #bucky x female reader #bucky x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky fanfic #the winter soldier x you #fluff #x reader #drabble #series #BBneverlosthim

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trash-magics-blog · 10 months

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Adopting a kitten/puppy with them and how they would react!

Summary: basically how the 141 + Alejandro and Rudy + Konig would be if you guys adopted a kitten or puppy, this is all fluff nothing else. (I'll state what breed and the name of the cat/dog then explain how you got it)

1. Simon "Ghost" Riley

You and Simon adopt a kitten, specifically a British short hair and you guys named her Molly. To be on the more truthful side, you adopted Molly and surprised Simon with her when he got home from hanging out with his friends Soap and Gaz one day. You and him had talked about getting a kitten because you had always wanted one and at first, Simon wasn't completely...enthusiastic about you bringing the kitten home since he had told you that he would think about it but she grew on him. "She is a British short hair, so you two have something in common" you laughed, Simon on the other hand just sighed and said "is that your idea of a joke miss?". He didn't go out of his way to bond with her much but she seemed so fascinated by him and wouldn't leave him alone, constantly following him around and playing with his shoe strings or his sweatshirt strings. And when you weren't in the room he would play with her slightly and there was a few times you caught him doing so, it warmed your heart to see him smiling and playing with her so gently and to here him try and laugh quietly so you wouldn't notice him. Something about seeing Simon be so happy with the kitten made you think about him as a father but you knew that had to wait and to just live in the moment.

2. Johnny "Soap" Mactavish

You and Johnny adopt a pit bull puppy and name him Sargent but call him "Sarg" for short. One day you and Johnny where driving down this back road to get back home after a date and you saw this little puppy on the side of the road, it was raining and Johnny had stopped and got out of the car and grabbed him and set him in your lap and said with a smile "we'll be having another passenger tonight Bonnie" and you didn't mind so you started to talk to the puppy and pet him telling him how good of a boy he was and everything, you and Johnny fell in love with this little pooch. The next day, Johnny went out and bought him toys, bowls and a cute blue collar with "Sargent" stamped into the dog tag, he was a little skinny so it didn't fit him just yet but it looked so cute on him. Sarg slept on the bed with you and Johnny and you guys took him everywhere, he loved you guys and when you started to have a baby bump Sarg never took you out of his sight and didn't let anyone near you which Johnny secretly loved cause it allowed him to know you were safe when he wasn't around.

3. Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

You and Kyle adopted a border Billie puppy named Cali. You both had come to the decision of a new puppy and had gotten all the things a puppy would need as in bowls, toys and food ect... And after you guys had gotten done at the pet store you went to the animal shelter and there is where you found Cali, a little puppy who seemed to be rather bored and not amused by the other puppies so you guys picked her. At first she seemed a little scared of you guys and just kinda tip-toed around and if you or Kyle went to pick her up she ran away but with time and a lot of patience she warmed up to you guys, she got close with Kyle first then started to warm up to you. She was Kyle's right hand dog. She went everywhere with him while you preferred to stay home and relax, Kyle was almost always busy with something so Cali gave him a companion. But in all reality, she was both of your guys companion and life long friend.

(A/N) Part 2 with Price, Ale, Rudy and Konig will be out soon! I usually just write whenever I feel the inspiration but I wanna start like actually writing cause it's so fun and nice to see people enjoy it so thank you! I hope you like this random stuff! Have a good day!

#cod mw2 #mw2 x reader #cod fluff #cute #fluff #simon ghost riley #ghost cod #simon riley #johnny mactavish #soap mctavish #kyle garrick #kyle gaz garrick #soap fluff #gaz fluff

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deadpoets · 1 year

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BLUE SARGENT AND RICHARD GANSEY

Right after he spoke, Blue threw her arms tightly around his neck. Right after he spoke, she pressed her face into the side of his. Right after he spoke, she held him like a shouted word. Love, love, love.

#trc #literature #*mine #bluesey #blueseyedit #blue x gansey #trcedit #the raven cycle #theravencycleedit #yalitedit #litedit #finally finished the raven kind so !#them <3

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krissneedsleep · 2 months

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Hanahaki part 2

(Soap- Purple, Simon- Red, Gary- Blue, Makarov- green, Price- Pink, Kyle- Orange)

"You kill him, I'll kill you." Soap told the man behind Price's back.

"Oh Ivanka. You are better than these humans." Makarov turns the safety off. "Come with me instead."

Soap hung the phone back. He went away from the window, got to the stairs and got out of the building, Gun pointed at Makarov's back.

"Price, take your gun out." Soap told him now near them both.

Makarov raises his hands and dropped his gun while Price took his out and grabs the fallen weapon.

"Give up Makarov." Price pointed both guns at him. "Call off everything and surrender."

"Never." He smiles as a gunshot was heard.

All Price felt before hitting the ground was a sharp pain in his back. Johnny shot a bullet into Makarov's shoulder while the man moved away.

Makarov ran. Johnny went to Price not giving two fucks about his dad.

"Price. Price stay with me!" He said holding the wound closed and turned him to his side. "You're going to be fine."

"G-get Nik." Price told him before passing out.

"Medic and Evac! Now!" He ordered in his comms. "Capt'n Price got hit!"

Johnny knew that they had to leave the street and hide from others. He wrapped up the bloody wound as best he could, got Price on his back and started walking to the safehouse they got in the forest away from the town.

Nickolai heard the call and started the engine. He called upon a friend, who's a medic to his location with shit that can deal with a bullet wound. Once the friend got there he flew them both to the town.

Roach, Gaz, Ghost and Laswell weren't able to hear any as they're in a dead zone.

"All packed up." Gaz informed them. "She'll be fine. For now." He looks up at them.

"... She need to go to a hospital." Ghost spoke, cleaning his hands with bottles of water.

"Hand me one." Gaz stretches his blood stained hand. Ghost gave him two and Roach took 2 to clean up the mess.

They heard outside solders searching for them 4. They came closer to the door they blocked. "Sargent Roach, Agent Laswell. This is Agent Bishop."

Non of them replied.

"Ivanka and Price are at the safehouse. Nik went to pick them up. I got Rose Trisha with me." Agent Bishop informed them.

Ghost recognizes Rose's name as Johnny spoke a lot about them. So he spoke. "Which town they're from?"

"Trisha is from Moscow. So is Johnny." Bishop replied.

"... That's true." Ghost muttered. "Got medic on standby?" He asks the Agent.

"We do. Now open this door and let us help you." Miss Bishop tells them.

"Ghost! We can't trust them!" Gaz whispered. " They could be from them."

"Gaz. You said it yourself that Laswell need to go to the hospital." Ghost replied "we need her alive."

Roach stood up, he walks towards the door and takes stuff away from it.

"B-bisho- Bishop?" Kate tries to speak. "Sh-she'-s w-with u-us."Gaz lifts Kate's head.

"No. No don't speak take it easy." Gaz tells her, " the medics here soon." Ghost left to help Roach.

Bishop got in with the medics who rushed to Laswell and help her onto the gurney.

"Half of the base is damaged and some of them are still here." Bishop informs them. "One of you can go with Kate."

"I'll stay." Roach tells them. "I haven't been on a mission for a while."

"Guess I'll go with laws." Gaz walked away with Kate to the transport to the hospital.

Ghost took Roach to the helipad leaving the taking over the base back to Agent Bishop.

#john soap mactavish #gary roach sanderson #cod ghost #captain john price #john price #taskforce141 #call of duty modern warfare #kyle gaz garrick #kate laswell #cod #cod au #task force 141

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a-boca-do-inferno · 11 months

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intensity, dive bars & a good talk (bucky barnes x reader)

summary: James meets a curious stranger.

warnings: none

words: 0.6k

notes: this is a bit of a mess sorry. its his fault

“Well, hello, handsome”, the girl says, taking James by surprise.

He glares at her. “Who are you?”

“The woman of your dreams, nice to meet you”, her tone is full of joy, and she laughs slightly. “Just kidding, I’m (y/n). And you are Sargent Barnes, right?”, she doesn’t wait for an answer, adding with a sly smile, “it’s a pleasure.”

“(y/n). I see”, Bucky nods, measuring her up and down. “What is it you want from me, (y/n)?”

“Aren’t you the sweetest thing, all moody and suspicious?”, she clicks her tongue, not affected at all by his stiffness. “I wanna get to know you. I have a feeling you don’t do that with a lot of people, so I would like to change that.”

“I am what you could call an antisocial guy, I guess”, he glances at her, shrugging. “But what is it that you find so interesting about me?”

“You know, you are a lot like me, if you’d believe”, the girl pushes a stool to his side, making herself comfortable. “I’m also very antisocial, but something about you just pulled me in. Maybe it was your beautiful blue eyes”, she chuckles. “Or one too many beers I had so far.”

James studies her face with some caution. “Really?”, he takes a sip of his drink, looking away as if in deep thought. “I’m not used to people taking an interest in me. And I find your behaviour... unusual.”

“You know, I really like your hair”, she blurts out, seeming completely in awe of his dark strands.

Bucky can’t help but stare at her, a little confused. “You... like my hair?”

“Yes, and I have a feeling I would like your smile too”, she leans on the counter with her elbows. “I’m sure it’s a sight.”

“I have to admit, I wasn’t expecting to be flirted with so aggressively”, he snickers, finally warming up. “But I appreciate the compliments.”

“Hey, if I’m making you uncomfortable, I can stop”, she adds, taking a more serious stance, but letting her grin appear one more time. “I wouldn’t wanna bother such a handsome man.”

“You’re not bothering me, (y/n)”, Bucky smiles lightly. “You just caught me off guard. I find it... flattering, actually.”

“Good.”

They exchange a long look before he says, “so, tell me about yourself.”

“Oh, there is nothing to tell, really”, she stares down for a moment. “I’m just a girl looking for good conversation, and I’m glad you took an interest in me.”

Bucky snorts softly. “I don’t think you should be that happy about my interest. I have been told I can be quite intense”, (y/n) gives him a funny look, and he responds by nodding with a smirk. “It’s not for everyone.”

“Is that so?”, she challenges, taking a sip of her own drink. “Well, I’m afraid you have just met your match, my friend.”

He raises a brow. “So, you think you can match my intensity?”, (y/n) feels her insides melting when his blue eyes reach hers like two headlights in the night. “I’d like to test that theory of yours, sometime.”

“You can be very forward too, huh?”, (y/n) mumbles, blushing helplessly. She gives him a playful salute, “good for you, Sargent.”

Bucky nods once, thoughtful. “You know, you’re not like anyone I have met here. Most of them would be scared off if I acted like this”, he muses, while his deep eyes flit right to her lips.

(y/n) hums, leaning in closer. “See something you like?”

“Yes”, he meets her halfway, standing dangerously close to her mouth. “And I’d like to try something, if you wouldn’t mind.”

James holds her gaze briefly before kissing her, his hands gently cupping her flustered face. She gasps under his touch, hugging him tight while their tongues dance together. Suddenly the whole bar goes quiet and it’s just both of them now, exchanging that sweet moment. They part a few moments later, somewhat breathless, and (y/n) beams at Barnes with a smug look.

“Who’s the aggressive flirt, now?”, she mocks, and her cheeks still have a light blush.

James simply laughs, nodding to her. “Yeah, okay, you won that one.”

#bucky barnes x reader #james barnes x reader #winter soldier x reader #marvel x reader #marvel #winter soldier #bucky barnes #james barnes #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan #doodle

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