#the way that he made a home with the wilsons xx

[purple-babygirl]

Hi! I just discovered your blog and i love your writing so so much! I wanted to ask if it's not too much work if you could give us a Sambucky version of something lent instead of it being Sebastian and Anthony? It's totally fine if you don't want to or don't have time. I hope you have a wonderful day!

something lent (SamBucky version)

Pairing: Mob!Sam Wilson x f!reader x Mob!Bucky Barnes Word Count: 8,326 (i know) Summary: Sharing is caring, no? Warnings: 18+ content. pure smut with little plot, nsfw, Mob AU, mention of a safe word, petnames, use of a butt plug, oral (m and f receiving), deep throating, vaginal and anal penetration, fingering, cuckolding, exhibitionism, voyeurism, choking, dom/sub dynamics, sir kink, threesome (m x f x m), multiple orgasms, squirting, one face slap, slight degradation. This is nothing but self-indulgent filth. A/N: thank you for being so patient, nonnie i know it's been a week. i understand that not a lot of people are comfortable reading RPF especially smut and that's okay. i rewrote you a SamBucky version like you asked. please enjoy xx💜 ~~~~ She didn’t mind being Bucky’s pet. She actually loved it. She was a nobody when he first found her, an innocent, feeble soul for him to corrupt and own. She didn’t put up much of a fight when he told her he wanted her because back then she needed what he’d offered. But now she couldn’t imagine being without him.

Bucky stole her heart and she gladly let him, never having felt safer. He gave her a life, made her the princess of his mansion and heart. He had all that he could possibly want in the palm of his hand but she remained his most precious possession.

“Do you trust me, puppy?” Bucky asked, his hand cupping her cheek gently.

“With my life, sir.” She gave a genuine smile, leaning into his warm touch. She was in position, on her knees for him by the front door just the way he liked. Bucky had told her to wait there and she obediently has been for the past hour, just awaiting his arrival to their home.

She was his obedient, little puppy; his submissive, good girl. Bucky loved her more than anything in the world and he never thought a day where he’d want to share her would come. But Sam needed to be persuaded if Bucky wanted any part in that new deal. They were friends, yes, but business was business. And it wasn’t like Bucky missed how his girl would secretly check the man out whenever he would stay for dinner. How dare he deny her whatever her heart desired?

So maybe for one night, just one, for these ‘compelling circumstances’, Bucky could manage to share her with Sam. Just one night.

“If I wanted you to do something, you’d be a good girl for me, wouldn’t you? You’d make me proud?”

Sam was at the end of the room with a devious smirk on his face, knowing he had Bucky right where he wanted him. This deal wasn’t going to be his unless Sam let him have it and Sam’s price was high. “Babygirl, come to the office. Daddy's angry.” Bucky said into the phone and the man before him swallowed harshly. In less than a minute, there was a shy knock on the door and she peeked before sauntering inside, but Bucky tsked, shaking his head. “You know better, puppy.” She dropped to her knees on the hard marble at the mention of her pet name, crawling like an animal till she reached Bucky's chair. “Good pup, open,” he ordered, tapping his hard cock on her cheek. “Sir, is this really necessary?” The man gulped when he heard her gag under the desk. “I'm putting my cock down her throat so I won't put a bullet down yours. Would you like that better?” Bucky growled, withdrawing from her mouth briefly before sliding back inside, making her gag. “N-No, sir. Forgive me.” “Continue talking then.”

Later that day, Sam got the courage to ask for what he really wanted while he had the chance. “What's it gonna take for you to give me that deal, Wilson?” he asked, stretching his legs out on his large desk. “A taste of your puppy.” “What!!” Bucky let his legs down, his eyes throwing daggers at Sam. “I want a night with her.”

“She's no whore and she's mine.” “I know. Makes me want her even more.” Bucky only glared in reply. “Just one night, have her at my mercy and do whatever I want with her, and then we'll talk about that deal.” “Yes, sir. Always.” She didn’t know what he was talking about, but no matter what he wished from her, she knew that would be her answer. She existed to make Bucky pleased and proud.

“Sam is with me. He’s waiting outside,” Bucky informed her, thumb caressing her cheek and soft blue eyes gauging her reaction.

“Would he be staying for dinner?”

She was kind of screwed if that was the case because she’s only prepared dinner for two, knowing how much her sir hated it when they wasted food.

“If you’re the meal, yes,” Bucky chuckled darkly.

“W-What?”

“I’m thinking about lending you to Sam tonight, baby girl. It’s business-related. What do you say?”

Lending. It was only fitting, considering she was Bucky’s property. She knew that and she treasured it. She didn’t need him to explain how this was related to his work or why she was expected to help. She trusted Bucky. She also couldn’t deny that Sam was hotter than the hell she might end up burning in because of all the things she let and continues to let Bucky do to her.

“Whatever you want, sir. You know best,” she echoed his words to him, wanting him to know she trusted him and was up for whatever he wanted to do with her. And if what he wanted just happened to be lending her to Sam Wilson, whatever that meant, then who was she to say no?

“Baby girl, you don’t have to. If you don’t want to, tell me now,” Bucky calmly told her; wanting her to refuse now if she had it in her.

He didn’t want to pressure her into doing anything, especially this. If his girl didn’t want to do this, then to hell with their deal; he was sending Sam home.

“It’s okay, sir. I want to,” she muttered shyly.

“What was that?” Bucky smirked.

“I-I want you to lend me to Sam tonight,” she stuttered.

“You’re one good slut, puppy.” Bucky sighed in pride, his touch leaving her.

“Sir,” her smaller hand got hold of his before he could walk to the front door to let Sam in, “you’re gonna be there, right?”

“Of course, baby girl. I’m not going anywhere,” he reassured her, kissing the top of her coconut-smelling head.

“Okay.” She nodded and let out a relieved huff as she watched him welcome Sam inside.

“Hey, baby,” Sam warmly smiled at her, as if she wasn’t literally kneeling at his feet and he wasn’t there to bang her brains out.

“Hello, Sa-” She stopped herself, not sure if she was allowed to call him Sam.

“Sir?” Her lost eyes found Bucky’s, not wanting to be anything but good for him. He immediately understood.

“She wants to know if she can call you by your name,” Bucky explained to a slightly confused Sam.

“Oh, yeah! I was hoping you’d be screaming it tonight, babe, so,” Sam shrugged flirtatiously, giving her a lopsided smirk that made her heart flutter. Bucky felt a minor tug at his own when he saw her bite back a smile.

Was this a good idea? Even if it wasn’t; it was sort of too late to go back now.

“Alright, do you remember your rules, puppy?” Bucky asked, changing subjects.

“Yes, sir.” She nodded with a smile.

“Wait, what are her rules?” Sam raised an eyebrow.

“Why don’t you tell Sam about our rules while I get a drink, baby girl?” Bucky suggested before reluctantly walking to the kitchen to fetch glasses. He needed something to help him bear what was about to happen.

She looked up at Sam with her wide, puppy eyes, waiting for him to second her permission to speak. He realized that must be where she got her pet name from now. “Go ahead, baby,” Sam told her, his thick fingers twirling some of her waves around his fingers, playing tenderly with the hairs.

Shit, she was nervous.

“I- um- I’m not allowed to speak unless I’m spoken to, or move unless sir tells me to. I’m not allowed to touch sir or myself without permission,” she recited like the good girl she was for Bucky, and was soon to be for Sam, “not allowed to address sir by his name, and I’m not allowed to- to cum without permission either.”

Her face was flushed when she got to the last rule as Sam’s fingers, now fully immersed in her scalp, moved her head upwards to face him. She wondered if Sam’s eyes were originally this dark or if they were darkening like her sir’s did during their scenes.

“Good girl. And you know you can stop us both at any point, any second, just whenever you feel like it’s too much or if you’re overwhelmed,” Bucky reminded her. He was very protective of her, and her safety was his first priority.

“I know, sir.” She nodded, smiling lovingly at the caring man reappearing before her.

“What’s your safe word, puppy? He asked her, handing Sam his drink.

Sam let go of her hair and took the glass, sipping on the drink as he intently eyed her sundress-clad body.

“Red,” she said her word out loud.

She was so proud of herself for never having used it before, and she wasn’t intending on using it anytime soon either. Bucky never pushed her to the point where she needed her safe word. But it made Bucky feel better to know she remembered she had a way out; the option to stop. It was important to him that she knew that he would never let anything happen to her without her consent and desire, so she didn’t mind when he did this every time before a heavy session. If anything, the anticipation of what she presumed to come made her leak in her panties.

“That’s right. And you’re gonna use it if you need to, yes, puppy?”

“Yes, sir.”

“And what if you can’t talk?”

Sam raised an eyebrow at the question.

“I tap your nearest body part 3 times.”

“Show Sam how you do it.” Bucky nodded towards his friend.

She obediently lifted a hand up and tapped the back of Sam’s thigh three consecutive taps.

“Did you feel that?” Bucky asked him, wanting to make sure her touches were recognizable.

“Yeah.” Sam nodded.

“Okay, and what if you can’t move your hands, baby girl?”

“I close my eyes shut and sir will stop right away.”

“That’s right. And other than that?”

“I’m never allowed to break eye contact with sir if my mouth is busy,” she told him her last, unofficial rule.

“Good girl. Now go wait in the bedroom while I have a word with Sam, puppy.” Bucky kissed her forehead.

Without another word, she got up and left, her heart beats racing her up the stairs.

“What kind of shit do you do to your girl, man? Why wouldn’t she be able to talk or touch?!”

“Be a little patient and you might find out tonight.” Bucky downed the rest of his drink.

“Now, for your rules,” Bucky started.

“My rules?” Sam chuckled.

“You’re not allowed to cum in her pussy. That’s mine to fill,” Bucky continued, looking as stern as Sam’s ever seen him.

“Alright, fair enough.”

“I want you to make sure she’s using please and thank you or else you punish her.”

“Copy that.” Sam smirked. He was almost as sadistic as Bucky was. Almost.

“If she says her safe word you stop at once. I don’t care what you’re doing, you stop it.” Bucky’s tone left no room for messing around. He was serious about this. If they were going to do it, they were going to do it right.

“Alright, man. If she says stop I stop.”

“Oh, no, that’s not what I said.” Bucky smirked, shaking his head.

“Wha-”

“If she says stop, keep going. She doesn’t mean it.” Bucky smirked wider, “if she says red, however, your touch instantly leaves her.”

“Are you sure about this?” Sam frowned.

“Yeah, she loves to beg.” He smiled fondly at the thought of his perfect girl pleading before walking to the stairs, “You comin’?”

~

When both men entered the room, Sam’s eyes darkened even more at what they were met with.

She was out of her dress. Her hair was now tied up in a ponytail, her cheeks glowing, arms bent behind her back and her folded knees parted. Her rounded breasts were on display, hard nipples hiding behind the thin lace. She looked delicious, ripe and ready for the taking. And boy was Sam ready to take.

Her heart was thrumming in her ears. She knew all the gentleness from downstairs was about to vanish. She knew she was about to be treated like a fucktoy by both of these mob men and she couldn’t wait.

“Damn, you’re beautiful,” Sam whispered, taking in the simple, rose lingerie hugging her body and licking his lips.

“Show Sam what you got for your birthday, puppy,” Bucky ordered, closing the bedroom door behind him.

She swallowed shyly before turning around and bending forward to give Sam a full view of her ass and the red jewel peeking out from between its cheeks, the thin string of her thong doing nothing to cover it.

Bucky’s gotten her a lot of stuff on her birthday, but this glass butt plug was among her top favourties. It was big enough to hurt just the right amount. He knew she couldn’t feel pleasure without it being mixed with a little pain. He knew everything there was to know about her inside out.

She had no idea why Bucky told her to slip the plug in that morning but she knew better now and she was dripping wet with excitement. Her face was hot because she knew this wasn’t a mere show. Bucky was letting Sam know he could fuck her ass if he wanted to and she was more than ready for him to do just that.

“Holy fuck.” Sam felt his pants tighten when he saw the toy held inside her ass. The grown man almost made grabby hands at the sight.

“You can turn back around now, baby girl.”

She did and her eyes looked up to Bucky as a matter of habit, her heart running a marathon in her chest.

Bucky couldn’t help but smirk proudly at Sam’s reaction, jealousy no longer that present in his system. He gave his girl one adoring, reassuring smile before walking and sitting down on the couch facing the side of their bed. He was more ready than he’d realized he was to sit in the only front row seat available and enjoy the show that was about to start.

She, on the other hand, didn’t move a muscle, her eyes looking back down at the floor after meeting Bucky’s, focusing on Sam’s shiny shoes. Her hands remained behind her back and her thighs remained open while she kneeled on the floor by the end of the bed.

“What am I gonna do with you, baby?” Sam whispered lustfully, one finger lifting her chin up.

Her eyes wanted to flicker to Bucky for permission, but she reminded herself she was Sam’s for the night. Bucky has lent her to him. She was to take her orders and get her permissions from Sam now.

“Sam asked you a question, puppy.” Bucky’s voice snapped her out of her trance, indirectly reminding her of the rules she was supposed to follow. She had to focus if she wanted to make Bucky proud. She had to be his good girl even if it meant being so for another man while he watched. Especially if it meant being so for another man while he watched.

“A-Anything you want, Sam.” Her answer drew a wicked smile on Sam’s full lips.

“You know I respect you, right?” He asked, his tone serious, confusing her for a second.

“Yes?”

“Good, remember that ‘cause I’m gonna fuck you like I don’t tonight.” Sam smirked and patted her cheek before walking and taking a seat next to Bucky on the couch. She swallowed at the not-so-subtle warning, anticipation rising inside her belly and wetness rushing out of her core.

“Com’ere,” Sam called for her, remembering her rule: she wasn’t allowed movement without permission.

She was quick to get her hands on the floor, crawling to where Sam sat, kneeling by him and waiting for more instructions. She could feel two sets of eyes burning holes into her as she got closer to the couch but she refused to let it intimidate her.

Sam kept her kneeling before him, just basking in his newfound feeling of authority. He then took his jacket off, finding his Cuban cigars and a lighter before leaving it on the arm of the couch.

She looked so innocent even in such revealing lingerie and Sam wanted nothing more than to see that innocence ruined. He lit up his cigar, watching her closely, waiting for her to look up without permission; to break a rule. But she didn’t.

“Bring me that ashtray.” He pointed to the ashtray on the bedside table.

“Yes, Sam.” She instantly crawled back to carry out the order.

She stared up at the ashtray for a second, trying to figure a way to get it back to Sam. She knew she couldn’t get up on two feet, and she couldn’t carry the heavy ashtray in her mouth either. So instead she lifted one hand up to get hold of the glass object, and then carefully placed it on the center of her back. She put her arm back on the ground as slowly as possible before crawling back to Sam.

“Fuck me,” Sam breathed lowly but Bucky heard him.

“Come’ere, sexy,” he smirked, beckoning her with his finger.

She eventually arrived by the man’s knees, not moving a muscle; her body serving as Sam’s own table, offering him the ashtray and everything else under it.

“You’re such a good pet. I see why your sir never wants to leave the house.”

“Thank you, Sam,” she whispered shyly, giving a shy smile.

Sam removed the heavy glass from her back, setting it between himself and Bucky on the couch and tapped his cigar over it. She sat back on her knees in her default position.

“Take those off, baby.” Sam ordered, the tip of his shoe rubbing between her legs over her baby pink thong, “you don’t need ‘em.”

Keeping herself from whimpering, she did as she was told and kneeled back, feeling the air hit her wet cunt. She was more exposed now and a chill ran through her back when she felt Sam eyeing her wetness.

“Look at your pussy glistening when no one’s even touched you yet!” Sam mocked, bringing the tip of his shoe back under her core.

“So you’re not allowed to move without permission, huh?”

“Yes, Sam,” she mumbled.

“Not allowed to cum either?”

“Yes, Sam.”

“Let’s see how good you are at following your rules then.” Sam smirked devilishly, taking a long puff from his cigar as he brought his foot up, nudging her clit with the front of his shoe, “eyes on me.”

She bit her lip and looked at the man, trying not to squirm as the frictionless leather shoe started slowly moving back and forth between her thighs. Sam glided his foot all the way back and her clit got caught on the pointed tip again, making her breath hitch in her throat.

The patent leather was sliding so smoothly under her pussy, almost making squeaky sounds with how wet she was. A shiver slightly shook her thighs when her bud was nudged again but she kept her posture and let out a pleasured sigh. She was getting close and her face and neck were hot.

Bucky knew that look too well and he bit down his lip at the thought of Sam getting his girl so flustered so fast. He hated watching her get teased by another man and hated the raging boner it was giving him.

“Maybe you are as good as Bucky tells me after all.” She didn’t even notice the shoe was no longer touching her until Sam’s impressed voice filled her ears.

“Th-thank you, Sam.” She smiled proudly, finally able to breathe, though her clit still throbbed.

His shoe was now glossy with her arousal and she stared at it in slight embarrassment. She wondered what Bucky was thinking. Was he proud of her? Was he going to punish her for getting so wet for Sam?

“I also heard you were good with your mouth.” Sam cupped her cheek and traced his thumb along her lower lip. She nervously nodded in confirmation.

He took his touch away from her, “show me then, clean the mess you made on my shoes.”

Her mouth opened and closed at the instruction, but she quickly got back on her hands, bowing by Sam’s feet to lick a strip on top of the shoe she’d dirtied. She nearly made a face at the taste of herself tainted with the taste of leather.

“Don’t forget the other shoe too.”

“Yes, Sam.”

She was licking and slurping like his shoes tasted of her favourite ice cream, switching left and right between both shoes. She just wanted to be good. When Sam eventually let out a low “enough”, his pair of shoes was shinier than it ever was with her saliva coating it.

She lifted herself up and involuntarily looked at Bucky for approval. He gave her his ‘good girl’ smirk and she bit back another smile of her own, licking her lips and casting her eyes down.

“Good girl, so obedient,” Sam voiced Bucky’s thoughts for her before taking her by the neck to press his lips to hers, licking her taste off her tongue.

The kiss was gentle despite the tight hold he had on her neck. It was Sam’s way of emphasizing that she shouldn’t keep looking at Bucky. She could taste the cigar on his tongue and hoped hers didn’t taste of leather.

Sam’s dark eyes gazed at her hungrily when he pulled away, “now get that mouth on me, baby. Show me what it can really do,” he whispered against her lips, letting her neck go.

Not needing further urging, she sat up on her knees and her fingers did quick work of the man’s pants. He lifted himself up, helping her push his pants and boxer briefs down his knees. And once his hard dick sprung free, she sat back and stared with a slack jaw. That was one beautiful cock right there and it was about to be in her mouth. It was hers to suck for the night.

Bucky noticed and his jaw clenched as he made her a silent promise in his head to remind her who she really belonged to later.

“What? Too big for you?” Sam teased cockily, pushing her chin up and closing her mouth for her.

She licked her lips and shook her head. Yes, Sam was longer than Bucky, but she could definitely take him.

“What are you waiting for then? Get to work.” Sam opened his legs and sat back and she had to fight the urge to look at Bucky again.

Given permission to touch, she moved her warm hands up Sam’s strong thighs, trying to stop herself from imagining riding them to focus on the real prize in between.

One of her hands wrapped around his hard length and gave a small squeeze, hearing him sigh already. She started slowly moving her hand up and down his cock, more sighs leaving Sam’s lips as he relaxed more into the couch. Her mouth watered at the sight of precum dribbling out of his head and she gave no warning before she flattened her tongue and licked a strip along the underside of his cock and over the tip. She closed her lips around it and let her tongue flick over Sam’s slit, softly humming at his musky taste with the tinge of saltiness she would always remember as Sam’s. It was different from her sir’s but it was fucking tasty. Sam moaned at the sudden warmth surrounding his sensitive tip and bucked his hips.

She managed to take most of Sam in her mouth, her hand stroking what she couldn’t yet fit. His big hand was on the back of her head, below her ponytail as he gently thrust half of his length in and out of her mouth.

“Keep going. She can take it.” Bucky could tell Sam was holding back, but he knew what his girl could handle. He knew she loved to be used. And he also knew he needed to stroke himself over his pants to the sight of her deep throating Sam.

“She’s so good. Fuck!” Sam groaned, keeping eye contact with her all the while as his hips snapped deeper. She looked admirable with tears gathering in her wide eyes, and his cock filling her mouth.

Sam pushed himself deeper and she did her best to relax her throat but he had her gagging anyways. Definitely longer than Bucky.

She hollowed her cheeks and held on to Sam’s thighs, letting him use her throat and hearing the sexiest groans leave his. Her clit was tingling with need.

“Oh yes, baby. Choke on it,” Sam growled when he held her by her ponytail and gave a deep thrust, making her gag again.

Tears left her eyes as she focused on sucking and breathing through her nose. Her tongue teased the now very prominent vein on the underside of Sam’s cock and his hands tightened around her locks; it almost hurt. She loved it.

Sam pulled out for a minute to let her breathe before grabbing her head again, pushing her mouth down his cock until the hairs above it tickled her nose. He kept her there, his cock deep-seated in her throat and she held still. She didn’t dare do anything other than relax her throat for him.

Sam let up, giving her a minute to breathe before getting himself sheathed back down her warm throat again.

“Look at you chocking on another man’s cock like the little slut you are,” Bucky whispered, leaning forward, his hand finding the jewel peeking out of her tighter hole and lightly tapping it.

She gasped but it turned into a gurgle around Sam’s cock, making him moan and Bucky laugh.

“She’s drenched just from having your cock down her throat, Sam.” Bucky chuckled when his friend groaned, his index pushing down on the jewel and circling slowly, making the tip of the plug twirl inside her. He intentionally avoided checking how wet she was, depriving her clit of any relief his fingers could possibly provide.

Her moans around Sam were muffled and she could do nothing but kneel there and take it. She knew better than to squirm or try to move away from Bucky’s torment or Sam’s cock.

“Shit, make her do that again,” Sam panted, feeling himself get close to release.

Hearing them talk about her like she wasn’t there made her pussy pulse. Bucky pulled on the jewel, only getting an inch of it out before shoving it back inside her again, holding down hard and rolling the jewel. The bulbous head of the plug massaged circles inside her tightness.

She choked on another moan, the sensation of the glass dildo swirling on the inside of her ass was maddening. It was all new to her. It felt so good but not at all enough and she could feel her wetness ooze down her thighs as her cunt clenched around nothing.

“Fuck, gonna cum,” Sam grunted as she continued sucking and mewling around him. “You know what to do, puppy,” Bucky warned, although he knew she wouldn’t spit, pushing the toy further in her.

Sam’s hot cum shot down her throat and she moaned when she tasted more of him. Her swallowing around Sam’s tip made his hips stutter through his orgasm. He tugged her head back by her hair, slowly slipping his cock out of her mouth, but she still bent forward and cleaned him up with her tongue.

“Thank you, Sam.” She licked her lips and smiled timidly at the man.

He just chuckled, still having trouble breathing, “my pleasure, you perfect little thing.”

“Good girl.” Bucky possessively slapped her ass, making her whimper before sitting back and smirking down at her state.

Her face was hot, cheeks slightly moist with her tears and chin with her spit. Her lips were swollen and her hair was a mess, ponytail no longer in place.

“Very good,” Sam gulped, “goddamn, girl!”

She smiled wider at the praise as Sam wiped the tears off her cheeks.

“Fix your hair so we can take a look at that wet pussy, baby girl.” Bucky interrupted.

Her gaze alternated between his face and strained cock, silently asking what about you?

“I’ll have my fun with you, puppy. Don’t you worry your greedy, little holes.” Bucky grinned and she blushed, raising her arms to her head to redo her ponytail.

~

When Bucky went back down to get himself another drink, thinking it’d help him cool off, and it was just her alone with Sam, he told her to get up and stand by the bed. He loved watching her ass as she walked now that he knew she had a plug in. He walked over to her after pulling up his boxers, shoes and pants off and forgotten.

“What do you want, baby?” Sam asked, his fingers playing with her right bra strap.

“I wanna please you, Sam.” She knew her answer, her tone hushed as his hands started kneading her soft boobs.

“You don’t want me to return the favor?” Sam tilted his head to the side with a smirk, the pads of his thumbs swiping over her barely covered nipples, circling and teasing.

“O-only if you want to.” She was trying her best not to squirm under his touch or at the thought of his lips on her. Sam’s lust-filled eyes kept eye contact with her wide doe ones while his hands pushed her bra straps down her shoulders, slowly reaching back to unclasp the whole thing. He let it slip down her arms as his stare moved lower to take in her naked chest.

“You’re too perfect,” he whispered to himself, squeezing her boobs again as Bucky opened the door and walked back in, but she heard him and blushed.

Bucky’s jacket was gone and his cock was tenting in his pants. Cooling off didn’t work.

Sam pulled hard on her nipples when he saw her get distracted by Bucky’s entrance, making her gasp. Sam wanted to punish her. He wanted to see her break a rule but she was too good, so well-trained. She didn’t squeak the ‘please’ that was on the tip of her tongue at the feeling. She didn’t let herself beg for more. She didn’t stumble forward.

Bucky smirked, knowing she would always want him and only him no matter who was with her. He sat on his spot on the couch and sipped on his drink, dark eyes watching her naked body be played with by Sam.

“Get on the bed, baby.” Sam ordered with a nod, “on your back.” And she wasted no time before obeying.

“Open your legs for me,” Sam murmured after positioning a pillow under her head. He wanted her to watch him devour her.

He circled the bed and a shiver ran through her when the chill air hit her wet core again as she did like she was told and spread her legs.

Sam held her ankles, getting on his knees before her at the end of the bed and setting her shins on his broad shoulders.

“Turns out I’m in the mood to return the favor, so let me hear you, baby. Don’t hold back,” Sam said, giving her permission to make noises as he slowly pulled the plug out of her ass.

She let out a soft whine that had him craving more. Sam didn’t waste a minute, immediately diving in between her legs, licking up a stripe from her opening to her clit before slipping his tongue in her pussy.

Sam moaned at her sweet taste and she threw her head back, mewling as she felt his tongue poke inside and his lips vibrate on her.

Sam’s thick index traced her rim, filling the place her plug has been, feeling around before being joined by his middle. He sucked her clit between his lips as his fingers scissored inside of her ass. Her back bowed off the bed with a loud whine, the coldness of his rings strongly felt against her hot insides.

She didn’t have permission to touch Sam so she grabbed on the sheets under her instead, whimpering and trying to remain in place.

“Sam,” she moaned when he slowed his movements on her holes.

“You like what I’m doing to you? You like getting your ass fingered while my tongue flicks your little clit?”

“Yes, yes, please,” she whined desperately.

“Please what, baby? Be specific.” Sam smirked before licking up and down her taint.

“Please don’t stop,” she squealed, opening her legs as wide as they’d go on the man’s shoulders.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, baby,” Sam said as he slipped a third finger next to the two already inside her ass.

Bucky couldn’t take it anymore, dreading that her attention was no longer on him, completely hoarded by Sam at the moment. She was squirming and mewling like a bitch in heat, and palming himself over his pants did nothing for him. He put his glass down and got on the bed by her head, noticing her eyes already looking glazed over. Her mouth unstoppably let out the softest pleads and whimpers.

Bucky unbuckled his pants and pushed them down just enough to get his dick out, desperate to feel her mouth around him.

“Open wide for your sir, puppy,” Bucky demanded and she promptly let her tongue out as he guided himself closer to her face.

Bucky was straddling her head, his back to the headboard, and when he sheathed his entire cock down her throat, he swore he could see it bulging on the outside of her neck. She gagged at the sudden intrusion, but wrapped her lips around him still. Bucky threw his head back, feeling her wet throat hug his cock. She was so good for him. She was always so good for him; he’d burn down the world for those teary, doe eyes.

“I wanted to hear her,” Sam complained when he lifted his head from her pussy to see her mouth stuffed full, fingers reaching deeper inside her ass. She mewled and gagged more around Bucky’s cock, making him groan before smiling smugly at Sam.

“Yeah, well, I wanted to fuck her throat.” Bucky smirked, thrusts going languid and deep.

“Fine, have it your way.” Sam put his tongue back inside of her, and started sliding it in and out of her heat, lapping at her like a starved man.

She would gasp Sam’s name every time Bucky paused and took his cock out for her to breathe, making him shove himself back in her mouth with little gentleness. He stopped using her mouth when he saw her stomach tensing though. He knew when she was about to cum; he knew all the signs.

“Can I please cum, Sam?” She gulped as Bucky caressed her face, wiping any residue tears.

Looking into her teary eyes, Bucky felt himself fall in love with her all over again. She always looked so beautiful when she was about to lose it.

Sam’s merciless stimulation of her two holes and Bucky’s cock stuffing the third drove her to a near edge quicker than ever. Sam was everywhere. His fingers fucking her ass and his tongue fucking her cunt all while his lips sucked her clit.

“Cum for me, puppy.” Sam purposefully used Bucky’s pet name for her to rile him up before sucking harder on her bundle of nerves, pushing his fingers deeper in her and curling them.

Bucky, naturally, slid his dick down her throat once more, forbidding Sam from hearing his name be shouted.

Her thighs shook, involuntarily closing around Sam’s head. With a scream muffled on Bucky’s cock, her ass fluttered around Sam’s fingers as she came, feeling him drink her release right up from the source.

“That’s a good puppy.” Sam smirked up at Bucky, who still stood with a hard cock on him, only now it was wet with her saliva.

“Thank you, Sam.” She panted, feeling her toes uncurl and her muscles start to relax.

“You’re welcome, baby.” He pecked her clit one last time before towering over her, caging her between his muscular arms. He slipped his tongue in her mouth and let her taste herself again. She tasted much better on his tongue than his shoes.

“Do you mind?” Sam broke the kiss, “I’m gonna fuck her now, go back to your couch.” He pressed his lips back to hers again, swallowing her shocked gasp.

She knew she’d probably be the one to face Bucky’s wrath later and the thought left her whimpering against Sam’s lips.

Bucky scoffed and got off the bed, giving her a menacing smirk. He’d let Sam take what he needed for the night because he knew whose cock she’d be begging for later anyway. A deal was a deal and he wanted to get this over with too.

Sam slid down her body again and gave her pussy another kiss, “gonna fuck this ass real good,” he whispered to her core.

“Let me see you live up to the name, puppy.” Sam pinched her side and got off the bed.

She heard her order loud and clear, getting on all fours for Sam and looking at herself in the mirror. Her ponytail was ruined once more from her squirming on the bed and the baby hairs on her forehead were stuck there with sweat. Her cheeks were burning and lips puffy. She whimpered and her limbs shook, her stare lowering as she blushed at how hungry she felt for another man.

“Eyes on the mirror.” She looked back up obediently and saw Sam taking his shirt off.

The man looked like museum art. His defined, muscular arms and buff, sculpted chest had her pussy drooling all over again. And good god that ass was just exquisite.

She watched Sam climb on the bed behind her form, pulling her ass to him and grinding himself on her. He was rock hard as if she hasn’t touched him all night. Then his tip nudged her tighter hole and she bit down.

“You got lube?” he asked, alternatively slapping his cock on both her holes.

“F-First drawer.”

“Gonna fuck you so good your little puppy holes would be gapin’ for days.” Another rush of wetness left her cunt at Sam’s promise; she ached to be filled. Sam lubed his cock up, poking her ass with the tip before carefully pushing it past her rim. She let out a shaky breath, head dropping as she felt her muscles stretch with little resistance to accommodate Sam’s length. The man was blessed.

“Eyes on the mirror I said,” Sam grunted, bottoming out inside her ass.

She instantly lifted her head up and her eyes met the reflection of his dark ones.

“Don’t make me repeat myself again.” He smacked her thigh, rolling his hips to push himself deeper in her ass, “you’ve been good so far.”

“’M sorry, Sam.” She whimpered. “Such a good puppy.” Sam began moving in and out, taking his time with her, letting her adjust, his fingers digging into her hips, most likely bruising the soft flesh.

“Fuck, your ass is tight, baby.” Despite being previously stretched on the plug, she was still so tight and her walls gripped Sam so needily every time he buried his dick in her.

When he felt she’s gotten used to him and heard her breathing get louder, Sam stilled and locked eyes with her in the mirror while his middle and ring fingers pushed inside her wet pussy without warning. He smirked when he watched her breath hitch in surprise, mouth falling open further and eyes struggling not to shut. She’s never felt so full. “You’re so wet, baby. Who made you this wet?” Sam asked, his cock delivering a harsh stab to her ass, fingers moving in and out of her cunt.

It took everything not to turn her head to Bucky to seek his permission for what she knew she was supposed to say. “I asked you a question, puppy.” Sam took his cock out of her ass and before she could even register or protest, he shoved it in her pussy, filling her up in one thrust.

She screamed out, pain mixed with pleasure just the way she liked and there was no way stopping her mouth now, “you, Sam, you. You made me wet. It’s all for you.”

Her squealing was a bucket of ice on Bucky’s head. It’s all for Sam? Was it now?

“That’s a good puppy,” Sam grunted behind her, fucking into her in hard, fast thrusts. She could feel his tip kissing her cervix with every push of his hips. She was floating, unable to silence or manage her screams.

Sam switched again, sliding out of her wet cunt and plunging his cock back in her ass, “who’s making you scream?” he slapped her ass before his fingers found her swollen clit.

“Y-You, Sam! You!” She clutched the sheets, barely able to keep herself up.

“Damn right.” He gave one harsh thrust and her orgasm peeked at her from around the corner.

“Can I please cum? Please.” Her teary eyes pleaded with him in the mirror.

“Gonna cum for me again already?” Sam chuckled, his fingers relentless on her clit.

“Yes, Sam, p-please.” She whined, pussy clenching around nothing as he filled her ass.

“Cum.” One word and her orgasm was washing over her in waves.

Her arms involuntarily stretched above her head and clutching the bedding, her face lowered and hidden in the sheets as her ass pushed back against Sam. Her orgasm rippled through her and her thighs quivered again.

Sam bit his lip at the sight of her cumming with his cock stuffing her ass, fingers still playing with her clit to keep her trembling until she whined, chest heaving and tummy still clenching.

“So it’s all for Sam?” Bucky’s voice echoed throw the room and she could barely breathe now.

“Sir-” She forced her head up from the mattress, teary eyes already begging for forgiveness.

“Do I need to remind you who owns you, pup?” Bucky gently touched her cheek, “do I?” he slapped her before painfully gripping her jaw.

“No, sir, I-I could never forget.” She shook her head, instant tears filling her eyes. Shame filled her as she could still feel herself fluttering around Sam’s cock.

“Seems like you did, puppy.” Bucky let go of her jaw, his own clenching in held in ire.

“Get off her.” He nodded to Sam, who was still snug inside her.

“I thought you said I was in charge tonight? C’mon now, you don’t wanna confuse this poor puppy, my cock is already fucking her dumb enough.”

“Get off,” Bucky said between gritted teeth.

“Not before she gives me another one from her pussy.” Sam smirked coldly, making a growl vibrate through Bucky’s chest.

“Dangle your head off the bed, puppy,” Bucky ordered her instead and she looked back at Sam, silently pleading that he pulls out of her.

Sam pulled out with a chuckle as she whimpered. He moved off the bed and let her lay on her back, hanging her head off the mattress like Bucky wanted. As soon as Bucky's thighs were around her head, Sam straddled her waist, rubbing the head of his prick over her drenched pussy lips. She could feel the heat of both men’s gazes as they stared at each other challengingly.

“Open up.” Bucky tapped his dick on her lips without sparing her a glance, his hard eyes on Sam.

She obeyed and Bucky was shoving himself down her throat in no time, Sam simultaneously pushing himself inside her slippery cunt. She gagged and moaned as both her throat and pussy contracted around the huge cocks filling her up.

“If you wanna act like a cock slut so bad, might as well treat you like one, puppy,” Bucky growled, thrusting in and out of her throat with a punishing force. The harder Bucky fucked her mouth, the harder Sam went on her poor pussy. She was soon reduced to a whimpering mess around Bucky, her cunt sensitive but still insatiate as it swallowed Sam and clung to his cock.

Bucky momentarily pulled out of her mouth, “who do you belong to?”

“You, sir. Only you.” She could only say as much before he was back to filling her throat.

“That’s right, puppy. I own you. I fucking own every inch of this body.” Bucky’s fingers danced over her collarbones before pinching her nipples.

She squealed, choking on his cock as she felt herself getting close again. “Oh, you like being stuffed from both ends?” Sam taunted when he felt how hard she was clamping down on him.

Bucky left her throat and she coughed a little, her neck slightly hurting from the position she was in. Sam took the chance that Bucky was letting her breathe and drove his cock inside her, his tip hitting her spot.

“Ah, Sam!” She cried out, making Bucky push back in her mouth with minute sympathy.

“At least make me cum first before screaming another man’s name, you dirty little puppy,” Bucky growled, slapping her breasts, making Sam smirk as he fucked her throbbing pussy.

His words, though uttered in a moment of lust, made her heart lurch. She didn’t want Bucky to think she’d put her pleasure before his or that she was enjoying Sam’s treatment of her lower half more than choking on his dick.

She started sucking harder, ignoring the tension building in her lower abdomen and turning all her moans to hums on Bucky’s cock. She did all the things she knew made her man’s eyes roll and his ringed fingers wrapped about her throat in confirmation. She stretched her arms past her head, her fingers trailing up Bucky’s inner thighs, making him shiver. Her fingers gently played with his balls and Bucky groaned, his hand squeezing her neck more. Soon enough, he was filling her throat with his cum, his mouth agape and his rings bruising her neck. She swallowed every drop, licking her lips and gasping when Bucky pulled out, “thank you, sir.” She panted, her lungs greedy for oxygen.

Bucky only nodded, kicking his pants off before sitting beside her head. Sam grabbed her by the waist so her head wasn’t hanging off the bed anymore before he resumed the movements of his hips.

“I’m sorry, sir.” She whispered, more tears leaving her eyes.

Bucky sighed, leaning forward to kiss her trembling lips and she knew she was forgiven. His hands roamed her chest, thumb rubbing over one nipple as he watched her cries grow loud for Sam again. Her throat was sore and her whines were weaker but she was much happier knowing her sir wasn’t mad at her anymore.

“Please,” she whispered when Sam’s fingers flicked her abused clit again.

“Please what, baby?”

“Please let me cum, Sam,” she begged, her hands clutching the sheets as her tummy tensed.

“Cum all over my cock, puppy,” Sam groaned and thrust his cock harder in her.

Her back bowed, clit chasing closer to Sam’s fingers before she saw white and it all became too much. Sam pulled his cock out of her and a rush of her release followed.

“Just when I thought you couldn’t get any more perfect,” Sam breathed as he watched her quiver and squirt, fingers still rubbing her clit to help her ride it all out.

She quickly became sensitive and her waist jerked, her body settling on the bed, aftershocks buzzing through her core.

“My turn, baby,” Sam said before sliding back in her ass, her wetness helping him glide right in.

“You gonna let me cum in your ass, puppy?” he asked as he fucked her through the aftereffects of her orgasm, her pussy and ass still fluttering.

“Yes, Sam. Please cum inside me, need your cum,” she moaned, letting Sam fuck her into the mattress and loving it.

“Such a good puppy, letting me use you to please your sir- ahh,” Sam grunted, pushing her legs to her chest to have a better view of his cock disappearing in her ass.

“Please, Sam.” She felt herself get close again.

Sam could see her toes curling again before him and a smirk drew itself on his face, “cum for me, puppy. Cum with me.”

Her muscles tensed yet again and her eyes rolled to the back of her head before she felt Sam’s warm cum fill her up.

“Thank you, Sam,” she let out, her voice above a whisper.

“Thank you, baby.” Sam carefully pulled out of her and kissed her forehead sweetly, “that was amazing.”

“It really was.” She smiled tiredly and the man chuckled.

“Okay, get out,” Bucky said impatiently.

“Woah, I’m not walking out of here pantless. Chill.” Sam patted his shoulder as he walked to the couch to the bathroom to get cleaned up.

“How are you feeling, pup?” Bucky cradled her face and she turned to kiss his hands.

“Really exhausted.” She smiled, “did I do good?” “You did perfect, baby girl. Like always.” He kissed her swollen lips softly.

“That deal is yours by the way,” Sam interrupted as he shrugged on his coat.

Bucky just nodded with a smile in appreciation as he watched Sam walk himself out. He got up to carry her to the shower and saw Sam’s cum leaking out of her ass hole.

“You just love getting your ass fucked, don’t you?”

“I guess I do.” She blushed.

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Life Without Colour {Part NINE}

Soulmate AU: Your vision is in black and white until you meet your soulmate. You and your boyfriend, Steve Rogers, aren’t each others soulmates but you love each other. He introduces you to his friends, the Avengers, and a very odd thing happens.

Characters: Steve Rogers x Plus Size Female Reader, Bucky Barnes x Plus Size Female Reader

Warning: mentions of blood, swearing, vomiting (not in any great detail but it’s there), angst, anger 

Note; this is so long omg sorry for how long it took to write! been too busy!! xx

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PART ONE

PART TWO

PART THREE

PART FOUR

PART FIVE

PART SIX

PART SEVEN

PART EIGHT

After you and Bucky had left, Steve threw himself into taking down Hydra. Paired up with Sam Wilson and Natasha Romanoff and with all of SHIELD at their disposal, they began to take down as many Hydra bases as possible. It reminded him of the 40s and the Howling Commandos except this time, Steve had a lot more to lose. They had successfully infiltrated and cleared three bases but they didn’t have one bit of information on Rumlow and his goons. It always seemed like a ‘one step forwards, two steps back’ scenario with Hydra always out in front. Thing was, you never knew who worked for Hydra, hell, Steve came to realise that probably half of SHIELD were Hydra agents and it became a game of ‘is this a real lead or just one to throw us off?’. It was a slow moving process and Steve truly didn’t know if it would ever come to an end. He was hopeful that someone would slip up, release a piece of information that would allow them to get ahead of Hydra but that still hadn’t happened yet. 

Even without any results or progress, Steve continued to throw himself wholly into taking down Hydra because it was the only thing that distracted him from thinking about you. Steve knew that Natasha and Sam whispered behind his back about the ‘what if’s. Steve knew that they thought it had been downright stupid to send you off with your soulmate. Everyone knew what would happen. Steve couldn’t focus on it, if he thought about it too long he would break so instead, he focused on taking down Hydra and finding Rumlow. It’s all that he could do. He was the one that had gotten you into this mess and he would be the one to get you out of the mess even if that meant you would fall in love with Bucky, his best friend.

When he had gotten the phone call from Bucky, telling him that Hydra had managed to find you, he felt like punching a brick wall until his hands were bones and blood. Steve was terrified that they would find you again before they could get to you but luckily, Nat managed to get the jet there quickly. Steve hadn’t stopped thinking about that phone call, you were okay but shaken up. What had happened? Bucky wouldn’t tell him on the phone and Nat never knew anything either. With Sam’s help, they finished the preparations for you coming home. Would you even want to come home with him? Steve had no idea. He didn’t know what had happened between you and Bucky and when he saw the way you interacted with each other in the hospital, his heart had sank but the way you rushed up to him, a mess of tears and smiles made him feel a lot better. You had gladly went home with him, gladly let him hold you and feel you but... Steve could feel something was off.

He had just finished making you and him some pasta, a simple yet comforting meal, when he walked into the bedroom to grab some blankets. That’s when he saw the letter; the letter that he’d written to you in case you developed feelings for Bucky. Steve Rogers was the eternal optimist, always choosing to believe the best outcome and he was in blissful ignorance until he saw that letter. It was sitting on the bed, must’ve spilled out from the bag that had been dumped on the bed. He picked it up, seeing the envelope torn open with the letter creased and crinkled meaning that it had been read, in fact it had been well read. That confirmed his worst fear. The fact that it looked well-read meaning you hadn’t just simply gotten curious and read it once, no, you’d been conflicted and read it over and over again... It felt like a punch to the gut, hitting him hard, causing him to take a step back and fall to sit on the bed. 

“You okay?” You asked as you walked into the bedroom after being in the shower to see him sitting on the bed, silent and unmoving.

“You opened it,” Steve said quietly, “You opened it...” The illusion was well and truly shattered.

You stopped. Staring at the letter in his hands with the saddest expression as your eyes filled with tears. The silence was deafening. Steve had wanted you to tell him that Bucky meant nothing to you but that never came, instead you couldn’t even look him in the eyes. Your palms began to sweat as you stared at the letter in his hands and your heart began to race again. You were terrified. You didn’t know how Steve would react knowing that you’d opened it and knowing that you felt something for Bucky. You didn’t know what to say; this wasn’t something that could be easily fixed. Steve would rightly want answers and he deserved them, you had just selfishly wanted more time to figure your head and heart out.

Steve’s mind whirred. He wanted to be upset, wanted to be selfish and wanted you to tell him that you felt nothing for Bucky but he knew that he couldn’t do that. He knew that you hadn’t asked for any of this, he knew that you never wanted any of this to happen. It had been him that wanted to send you away with Bucky as your protector, if anything it was Steve’s fault. What did he really expect? That you and Bucky would stay in separate rooms and only see each other when discussing groceries? No, of course not. Of course the two of you would bond and grow close and with a traumatic event such as this one, that would only push you closer together. Steve had been living in blissful ignorance and now, all of those illusions were shattered around him. 

“Did anything happen between the two of you?” Steve’s voice was level, almost too steady. He clenched his jaw, not actually wanting to hear the answer, but he had to know. He needed to know where you stood.

Quickly, you shook your head, “No. I wouldn’t do that to you, Steve. Nothing happened between Bucky and I.” There was a slight relief in hearing that despite feelings being there, nothing happened between the two of you, “Steve... I’m sorry.” What were you supposed to say? You really didn’t know. 

He shook his head, “It’s not your fault. It’s not Bucky’s fault either. Neither of you asked for this, I just... it was selfish of me to expect you to come home and things would go back to normal.”

As you looked at Steve, you made a snap decision. You knew that you had feelings for Bucky, you refused to say the ‘L’ word, you had very strong feelings for him but Steve... you were in love with Steve. Steve Rogers taught you the meaning of the word ‘love’. Steve taught you that even though the two of you weren’t soulmates, it didn’t mean that your love was any less real or intense than that of soulmates; it didn’t mean that you and Steve weren’t soulmates. You truly believed that you and Steve were soulmates and you didn’t need colour vision to know that. Your decision was made; Steve Rogers was the man you loved, Bucky Barnes had been a matter of convenience and coping. 

You crouched down in front of him, taking the letter from his hands and placing it on the bed beside him, “Steve... why can’t things go back to normal?” You asked him, “I mean, what happened when Bucky and I were away... it won’t be like that anymore. I missed you and he was just... he was there. Steve, when I saw you at the hospital, all I could see was you. It’s you, Steve.”

His breath tickled your cheeks as he looked at you, he really looked at you. He believed you, he believed that you thought you could just move past it all, “We’ll have to see Bucky, you know. We can’t shut him out. He’s going to be a permanent part of our lives.”

“I know,” you nodded, “I’m not saying it’s going to be easy. I...” you tried to pick your words carefully so as to not rub salt in the wound, “What I feel for him, I don’t really know what it is. I won’t lie to you Steve, I have feelings for him but I don’t know if they’re feelings of convenience or real, genuine feelings.” As you looked at him, your confidence in yourself began to fade, “I’m sorry, Steve... I really tried to stay away, I really tried to ignore them...” When Steve saw you getting upset, he pulled you up to sit on his knee. He wrapped you tightly in his arms, “I’m sorry,” you whispered as your eyes filled with tears.

“You have nothing to apologise for,” Steve whispered, stroking your back lovingly, “I’m sorry. I knew the risks in sending you away, I’m sorry for expecting so much of you... I’m sorry, sweetheart.” He held you for a while, just enjoying holding you, “I need to ask something of you, something big and I don’t want to rush you but-”

“I’ll tell you everything,” you murmured against his chest with a nod, “You deserve to hear it... Can the Hydra and scary part wait until tomorrow though? We’ll be going to see Fury and tell them everything... I’d rather only relive it the once.”

Steve nodded quickly, “Of course, sweetheart. I don’t want to put you through it more than you need to.” He pressed a gentle kiss to your head, “Just know that you’re safe here, nothing can get you now; I promise.”

A while later, Steve reheated the pasta and the two of you ate it in silence. As much as you wanted things to go back to normal, you knew deep down that things would never be the same again. Lines had been crossed, too much had happened there to ever return to the way things used to be. You began recalling the events of the last three weeks. You began with telling him that the first time you and Bucky had a conversation was on the airplane going to Estonia, “Did you know he’s terrified of flying?” Steve shook his head, “Yeah. He was really on edge. I started chatting to him, talking about the meals on the flight and then a stupid story about my dad and a t-shirt... Ended up buying us those t-shirts actually...” You trailed off, remembering it fondly with a smile. You remembered how Bucky had laughed with you as you looked at the ‘ugliest shirt in the world’. Steve noticed how you smiled as you thought of him.

“Anyway... we got to the cabin and I had tried to put up a picture of me and you. Bucky, honest to god, nearly took my head off. I’d set it near a window and thus ensued our first fight. He told me it couldn’t be in front of the window, yadda yadda… I’m stubborn, he’s stubborn. After storming off and not speaking for hours, I got up and went to get a drink. He’d set the photo up with a really sweet note.”

“What did it say?”

“Just a note to say sorry for freaking out and a compromise,” you shrugged, “It was really nice of him.” You thought for a moment before continuing, “We didn’t speak much for a couple days after that... just the general chat, you know? I passed the time with reading, missing you, crying, even sometimes bird watching... the TV in the living room didn’t get a good signal so it was no use watching that. I think it was the sixth day, seventh?, no sixth day I just snapped. I needed out of the cabin. I got up early and made him take me into town... We found a cute market stall and I got us both blankets and cushions, got a jumper too...”

You paused again as you remembered what happened next, “We went a walk through a park, sat down and we just began to talk. We spoke about you. I asked about what you were like back then, before you were Captain America... back when you were ‘stupid, skinny Steve’.”

Steve broke out into laughter at that, “Bucky said that, didn’t he?” You nodded.

“We spoke about what you were like back then. Bucky couldn’t talk more highly of you. You know that he thinks the absolute world of you, don’t you? Doesn’t matter to him whether you’re pre-serum Steve or Captain America Steve. To him, you’re his absolute everything.” Steve smiled slightly, a small almost kind of sad smile. You didn’t question him about it. Steve was thinking about what you said. When Bucky loved, he loved with his whole heart and Steve knew that the same would be said for you. You would swiftly become Bucky’s everything even if you weren’t with him.

Steve asked you to continue so you did. You told him about going into the bookstore and discovering that the two of you shared the same love for the Hobbit, “We spoke for ages talking about it... After that, Bucky opened up about his nightmares and how he felt... We began to open up to each other...” You trailed off, looking at your fidgeting hands.

“That’s when you opened the letter, isn’t it?” Steve asked you softly.

“Yeah...” You whispered as you nodded, “We’d been slowly opening up and it was after that conversation I realised that I actually cared about him. I read it over and over again, drinking in every single word.”

“What did you think about it?”

“It felt like a goodbye letter almost; like you were letting me go and saying goodbye. I’d almost wished you’d written it the way you said you wanted to, I think had you written it begging me to stay yours, it would’ve forced me not to get to know him as much as I do.”

“But that would’ve been severely unfair... I couldn’t do that to you, you know that.”

There was a detail about that night that you weren’t sure how Steve would take it, “That night, Steve... Bucky had a nightmare. I heard him so I ran in and I sat with him for ages. We spoke a lot about Wakanda and it was like a game of twenty questions almost... I didn’t want to be alone. I was so confused and sad and... I just couldn’t face another night alone.”

Steve sucked in a breath, almost preparing himself for the worst, “What happened?”

“I slept in his bed,” you told him quietly, “Now before you react, Bucky slept on the floor the entire time. He didn’t sleep in the bed once in those three weeks. He was there and I wanted to be close to someone, not sexual or anything like that but I was so sad, Steve... I was so sad and I needed to know that I wasn’t alone.”

“Did anything happen between the two of you that night?” You couldn’t read his expression. He was stony faced but inside, his mind was whirring. You’d slept in his bed, albeit Bucky was on the floor but... still. You knew that you shouldn’t have done it, you didn’t want to give excuses anymore; there wasn’t any reasonable excuse. You’d slept in another man’s bed, with or without him, it crossed a boundary.

You shook your head, “I fell asleep after he read to me.”

“He read to you?” Steve couldn’t understand why hearing that Bucky read to you to make you fall asleep was worse to hear than you sleeping in his bed. Sleeping in his bed while he was on the floor wasn’t too ground-breaking in Steve’s eyes but the intimacy of having Bucky read to you as you fell asleep seemed a lot worse from his perspective. Sure, he wasn’t happy that you slept in Bucky’s bed but it was something he could look past... the reading to you though took him by surprise. It was so intimate, almost too intimate. 

You nodded, “He read the Hobbit. I fell asleep really quickly, I don’t even remember him finishing the first paragraph.” You knew that Steve was upset at hearing that, “I’m sorry... I know that I shouldn’t have stayed but... you don’t know what it was like, Steve. I felt so alone and so sad all the time, he was the only thing that kept me distracted long enough to be able to fall asleep. No, I’m not going to sit and make excuses. I shouldn’t have done it and I’m sorry.”

Steve took a minute to let everything sink in, “Do you love him?” His question shocked you and truthfully, it caught you quite off-guard. You’d barely just accepted the fact that you had feelings for Bucky and now the word ‘love’ was being thrown around. You didn’t know if you loved Bucky, you wouldn’t allow yourself to think about it for more than two seconds, afraid of what would come.

You shook your head, “I- No. I don’t love him. I love you, Steve.”

“If you were in love with him or if your feelings for him grew stronger, you would tell me, wouldn’t you?” It wasn’t like Steve Rogers to be scared but he was posed with the very real issue of you potentially loving his best friend more than him and it scared him. Steve didn’t want to lose you but he also didn’t want to force you to be with him or love him more.

You nodded, “I doubt that would happen but yeah, you’d be the first to know.” He seemed to accept that answer, “How are you?”

“I won’t lie, it’s upsetting to hear this stuff but I needed to hear it... I just want to know, sweetheart... what do you want?”

“I want to make this work,” you said, reaching out for him, “Our relationship means so much to me and I know this isn’t the most ideal thing in the world but I want to make this work... if you’ll have me?” 

Steve pulled you to him, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, “Course I want you,” he murmured against your skin, “I’ll always want you, (y/n)... It might take me a while to see past the sleeping in his bed and him reading to you but we’ll be okay.” You were happy with Steve, of course you were, why wouldn’t you be? Steve was the best man you’d ever met, not many people would be this kind and trusting about a situation like this but he was and you were unbelievably grateful. There was a niggling feeling at the back of your mind and that niggling feeling was about a certain dark haired super soldier. No matter what you did, you couldn’t quite shake the hold that Bucky Barnes had on you.

Sleep didn’t come easy that night. As Steve slept beside you, the darkness reached out and wrapped you up in it, entangling your limbs in the heavy numbness. You tossed and turned, a sheen of cold sweat covering your body. Every time you closed your eyes, all you could see was the agent’s eyes seconds after you shot him. All you could hear was the sickly gurgle of blood that poured from his lips. Your heart had been racing for hours and you had tried and tried to slow it but no amount of breathing techniques would help you.

It was almost as though Bucky knew, it was almost as though he knew that you were struggling. All day, since leaving the hospital, he had thought of you and only you. He didn’t know if you were okay, he didn’t know how things between you and Steve were and he needed to; he had to reach out. So, as the clock flashed 02:17, he reached for his phone and typed out a message before hitting send.

Did you get home safe?

The light of the phone illuminated the whole room making the world seem a lot less scary. You rolled over, grabbing the phone and sitting up. You couldn’t contain your smile when you saw the familiar name pop up on your screen. Steve had given you your phone back a few hours ago and you’d pretty much responded to everyone who had reached out. Why were you so excited to hear from Bucky?

Yeah... The apartment building is set up like Fort Knox. Bit intimidating, actually, knowing how many SHIELD agents are around.

At least you’re safe... Why are you awake though?

Can’t sleep. Can’t stop thinking about what happened. It’s going to be a whole lot of fun in the morning telling it all to Fury.

Don’t worry, I’ll be there as well. You’ll be okay.

Yeah, hopefully.

You need me to read you to sleep?

You faltered. What the fuck am I doing? You thought as you glanced back at Steve who lay snoring slightly beside you. There was a line that you and Bucky were teetering over right now, a line that once crossed you could never come back from. Bucky Barnes was under your skin, you knew that, but why were so excited to hear from him? Why did you so badly want him to call and talk to you? Why were you so eager to hear from him? It wasn’t a matter of convenience, no; what you felt for Bucky was real and oh so genuine and it terrified you.

You asleep?

No, sorry. I don’t think you reading to me would be appropriate anymore, Bucky.

Bucky swallowed hard. He should’ve expected this; you were Steve’s girlfriend not his so there had to be stricter boundaries set and that’s what you were doing. Bucky knew that he was crossing a line by doing that so he text you back.

You’re right, I apologise. Me texting you late at night is probably wildly inappropriate too so I’ll stop after this text. I’ll see you in the morning. Oh, as for you not being able to sleep, someone pretty great told me that drinking cold water would cleanse the mind of bad dreams or bad thoughts. Try it, it really helped me. Sleep well, (y/n).

You laughed softly as he used your advice against you. With a stretch, you wandered into the kitchen and had a drink of water. You felt terrible, of course you did, but you and Bucky were friends and that was it. Sure, you had feelings for him now but they’d go away soon... wouldn’t they? People could fall out of love with their soulmate, couldn’t they? When you climbed back into bed beside Steve, you checked your phone one last time in case you’d missed a text from him and you were disappointed to see no notifications. You rolled over, trying to stomp down the guilt in your stomach, and closed your eyes.

When you got to the SHIELD office, Agent Hill escorted you and Steve to a small room where Nick Fury sat, “Good morning, Captain Rogers, Miss (Y/L/N),” Fury said with a nod, “Please take a seat. Steve, there’s a seat in the corner that you can sit in. (y/n) and Mr Barnes will tell us the events of the last few weeks and then we’ve got some information on the car to tell you all.” It was then that Bucky strode in, escorted by another agent, “Nice of you to join us, Mr Barnes.”

Bucky’s eyes met yours and you found yourself swallowing hard. You went and sat at the table and gestured for Bucky to sit beside you. He glanced at Steve, almost as though asking for permission, to which Steve nodded. Bucky pulled out the chair and sat down in it. You could smell his cologne, that citrus mixed with pine smell.

“I’d like you to start at the beginning,” Fury said as Agent Hill began to type everything up.

You and Bucky glanced at each other and Bucky gave you a curt nod as in ‘I’ll handle this one’. Bucky began from the beginning, explaining why he picked Estonia to picking you up to going to the airport to getting the car to going to the cabin. He explained that nothing happened the first week, the two of you just kept to yourself but you’d came into town with him one day.

“You took her into town?” Fury asked, “You took her into town? You knew that Hydra was after her and you willingly put her in danger?” Oh, he was mad.

Bucky sucked his teeth, “Yes, sir-”

You looked at Bucky then to Fury, “It wasn’t Bucky’s idea,” you told Fury, “It was mine. You try being in a cabin in the woods in a foreign country with no way to contact anyone and you’re living with a, sorry Bucky, kind of intimidating stranger!” Bucky gave a half smile.

“Still stupid,” Fury muttered with a roll of his eye, “Carry on.”

So Bucky continued, telling Fury about going into town, visiting the market stalls and then eventually about teaching you how to use a gun.

“Thank god I did,” Bucky said, sparing you a glance. You were staring at the plastic cup of water that was sitting on the table in front of you. Bucky looked to Fury, “I hadn’t been sleeping, I was awake. I heard a car which was unusual since it was the dead of night and a pretty isolated area. I had my weapon, I scouted and I could tell straight off the bat that they were Hydra agents. I went into (y/n)’s room, woke her up and told her to hide in the closet.

“The two men had separated so it gave me a chance to take them down one at a time. The first one came into the bedroom, I snapped his neck, put him on the bed,” the way he spoke about it so casually freaked you out, “Instead of going for the next guy, I went to check on (y/n)-”

“Why?” Fury asked, “Why do something that you knew would get her found out?”

“Because I needed to know that she was okay.” Bucky refused to look in Steve’s direction, here he was practically admitting his feelings for you and he could not look at Steve directly, “It was stupid but I needed to know that she was doing okay.”

“What happened next?”

“(y/n) screamed that there was someone behind me but it was too late. They shot like some sort of electric wire weapon-”

“This?” Fury said, pulling a photo out of a file and showing it to Bucky and yourself. Bucky nodded, “It can kill your average human in a few seconds flat, you’re only alive because of the Super Soldier serum.” 

“I was pretty much paralysed,” Bucky continued, “Could barely stay conscious. The agent knew that (y/n) was in the closet and he was going for her but she leapt out of the closet, jumping on the guy, using her weight to her advantage and for shock value... She knocked him down and ran away and then... I passed out.”

You took a deep breath as Fury looked at you pointedly, “Well?” He asked.

“Give her a damn minute, will you?” Bucky hissed, glaring at Fury. Bucky’s eyes travelled a few metres to the left to meet the eyes of his best friend’s. Steve looked at him with a look on his face that Bucky could only think was one of concern. Steve knew. Bucky’s face fell. Steve knew. Steve knew that there was more going on between you and Bucky than that of friends. You must’ve told Steve about what happened but that wasn’t how Steve knew. Steve could see that Bucky was protective over you, Bucky didn’t care about anyone except himself and Steve and now... you. Steve saw the way he protected you, glanced at you and asked if you were ready. He saw the way Bucky’s face softened when he looked at you... Steve knew that Bucky Barnes was in love with you.

You gave a small nod to Bucky before releasing a long breath, “I jumped out of the closet, using my weight to knock him over and I ran. Bucky had put the gun in the safe under a combination-”

“Which was?”

“0407...” You looked over at Steve, “Steve’s birthday.”

“Continue.”

“I punched it in wrong the first time. I was terrified. I managed to get the gun but my hands were shaking that much that I didn’t really know if I could shoot it. The agent was in front of me within about ten seconds,” you closed your eyes as you remembered, “He was taunting me. He didn’t expect me to shoot the gun. He disarmed himself thinking that I’d fold and he’d be able to take me away to be tortured. He kept taunting me, calling me weak, that I was Captain America’s weak girlfriend who couldn’t defend herself... He would have killed us, or at least kidnapped me to torture me...” Your heart was pounding as a wave of intense, almost crippling fear overcame you. When you closed your eyes, you could see him, as clear as day, taunting you as he stood in front of you, “I had to... Bucky was passed out and I-I-I had to-” Your breathing was rapid as you remembered it. You remembered how it felt to shoot the gun, you remembered the god-awful gurgle as blood filled his throat, the way his eyes filled with terror before he hit the floor with a heavy thud. You remembered the red seeping towards you and being too scared to move away.

Bucky could tell that you were spiralling and he couldn’t do much to help, all he could do was touch his knee against yours. When you were in shock, you had needed that physical contact as a constant reminder that you were safe. So, he gently tapped his knee against yours, a subtle action but it didn’t go unnoticed by Steve’s keen eye. Bucky tapped your knee twice and Steve watched as your whole body pretty much relaxed. You opened your eyes to look at Fury, “I shot him.” 

The admission took Steve by surprise. He had gathered that’s what had happened but when you said it, solidifying the past, it shocked him. He couldn’t believe that your safety had been jeopardised that much to the point that you would have to shoot someone. This was why he sent you away with Bucky so that Bucky would protect you but he didn’t even do that. Steve’s anger was misplaced. He wasn’t angry at Bucky but more so the fact you’d been in danger. He was angry at the situation, that he had forced, that caused you and Bucky to grow close and begin to feel for each other. He was angry at the whole situation.

“You killed him?” Fury asked.

You shook your head, “No- I didn’t.”

“But you shot him?”

You nodded, “Yeah, I shot him.”

Fury frowned, “We recovered the body, he had two gunshot wounds; one to the stomach and one to the head. Where did you shoot?”

“Stomach.”

“So who shot him in the head?”

“I did,” Bucky said gruffly, “I’d been unconscious but the sound of the first gunshot woke up up. I heard the first shot, I panicked thinking it was (y/n) and that she’d been hurt. I managed to get up and when I ran into the living room the agent was on the floor, bleeding out, and (y/n) was stood over with the gun.”

“How did it come about that you ended up shooting and instantly killing the agent?”

Bucky licked his lower lip and thought carefully about what he wanted to say, “I know the toll that taking a life, even in self-defence, I know what that does to a person and their mind. I didn’t want (y/n) to experience the things I experience daily.” 

Steve shook his head as anger bubbled under the surface. Usually, he wasn’t one to get angry but Bucky Barnes had practically just admitted that he cared about you. Steve had known Bucky for most of his life and he knew how much Bucky suffered after the Winter Soldier. He knew how terrified Bucky was because of the amount of lives he had taken and he knew that taking that agent’s life wasn’t an easy thing for him to do... and yet he did it. He did it so that you could sleep a little easier at night; so that you could continue without red on your ledger and without that constant guilt that sat like a pit deep in his stomach.

Your breath got caught in your throat at Bucky’s admission. You knew that he cared about you but he’d never really said anything that proved it and now he had. You could feel Bucky’s eyes on your temple but you didn’t dare turn to him. Instead, you focused on your hands in front of you.

“I killed him,” Bucky said a lot gentler than his previous statement, “After that, we grabbed our things and left. Phoned Steve a few hours later. That’s it.”

Agent Hill nodded, “I think now would be a good time to have a break. Then we’ll bring you back and tell you what we know, sound okay?” She looked at the two of you and you nodded.

Steve was the first one out and then you and Bucky followed suit, “I need some coffee,” Steve muttered.

“Yeah, make it two,” Bucky said as he rubbed his face.

Steve rolled his eyes, “Oh, another thing you’re trying to steal from me, huh?”

Woah, wait, what?! You peered round, looking at Steve with confusion but it was Bucky who spoke first, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Your boyfriend scoffed, turning around to face Bucky. Steve was angry. It wasn’t like him to ever be angry and yet, here he was almost squaring up to his best friend. Your heart sunk when you realised why Steve was angry; it was all about you, “Trying to steal my girlfriend and now my coffee?” It was childish, it was so freaking childish but after hearing what happened with you and Bucky and being able to see that the two of you cared about the other, he was hurt.

Bucky raised his hands, “No one’s trying to steal your girlfriend or your coffee,” he said, with a confused glance thrown your way, “What’s going on, Steve?”

“You should’ve been there!” Steve snapped, “You should have protected her!” He was mad that Bucky had been stupid and hadn’t been there to stop anything from happening. You’d shot a man to defend yourself because of Bucky’s mistake and Steve was mad about it. He had sent you away to be protected and yet, Bucky had failed.

“Steve,” you reached out, wrapping your hand around his bicep, “it’s not Bucky’s fault.”

“Yes!” Steve yelled, whirring to face you, “Yes, it is!” It was the first time Steve had ever really yelled in your presence, you’d never seen him like this and quite frankly, it scared you a little bit. You jumped, taking a step back as you stared at him with panicked eyes. 

“That’s enough, Steve,” Bucky said, stepping in the middle of you and Steve, “You’ve got an issue with me, don’t take it out on her.”

Steve shook his head as he took a breath, “You should’ve been there, Buck. You shouldn’t have been so stupid.”

You watched the two hash it out and you almost wanted to throw up. You’d caused this. Bucky and Steve had been great before you were there. They’d never fought like this, never been mad at each other like this... It was your fault. You were the wedge that was in between them and even though you could scream that you loved Steve until you were blue in the face, no one could deny the tension that hung so obvious and heavy in the air whenever you and Bucky were there. 

As you stared at the two men with teary eyes, Director Fury opened the door, “If you three have finished arguing, there’s more we’ve got to show you.” Awkward.

Bucky looked behind, looking to you as you wiped at your eyes furiously. Steve’s eyes also fell to you, “(y/n),” he said softly.

“Later,” was all you said as you brushed past the two of them and walked back into the room you’d all been in a few minutes before. You refused to meet anyone’s eyes as you stared down at the table. Steve walked in after you and then Bucky.

Fury glanced at all three of you, “Could cut the tension with a knife, guys,” he said as he rolled his eye. You’d never wanted the ground to open up and swallow you whole more than in that moment, “Well... Let’s continue.” 

As Fury and Agent Hill spoke, you could barely concentrate. Your mind was whirring. You didn’t know what to do; on one hand, you had told Steve that you wanted to make things work but on the other, could things work out if it was causing this much friction between him and Bucky? You truly didn’t know. All you wanted was life to return to normal, like how it was before you met Bucky; life without colour seemed much easier and much more manageable. It was a stressful situation for the three of you but you hadn’t realised how much and how quickly it would affect you all, especially Steve.

Oh, Steve. You looked over to him, seeing him watching Fury talking intently. He was everything you could ever have wanted yet... now after having met Bucky and spent time with him, was there something missing with Steve? And Bucky... he was under your skin and you knew that you’d never be able to shake him. You looked to your side, looking at Bucky as he listened to Fury and you couldn’t help but come to a very daunting realisation, a realisation that you’d been pushing down for weeks but now, you couldn’t deny it any longer. I love him. I’m in love with Bucky Barnes.

What were you supposed to do? You were in love with Steve and Bucky and that wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair to any of you. If you made your choice, say you stuck with Steve... would Bucky resent you or resent Steve? Would the friendship even be able to continue? And if you picked Bucky, Steve would put on a brave face but deep down you knew that it would absolutely kill him inside... Would their friendship be the same? You hoped it would be but truthfully, you knew that it wouldn’t be the same and you didn’t want to be the cause of that, you didn’t want to drive them apart from each other no matter how much you loved them and wanted to be with them.

“Miss (Y/L/N), did you hear what I said?” Director Fury asked, looking at you pointedly.

You snapped back to reality to see all eyes on you, “Uh...”

Fury rolled his eye again, “I said that we found out how Hydra tracked you and Mr Barnes down. Seemed that Hydra had been planning this for a long time, they knew that if they got to you, Steve would try and send you away. They’d appointed a spy in every airport in ten states. The spy-”

“The car dealer.” The wind had well and truly been taken from your sails. Despite your best efforts, you’d always been three steps behind Hydra. They had played you all like pawns. 

Fury nodded, “He gave you a car that had three separate tracking devices all cleverly hidden in seat cushions or in the exhaust pipe or engine so that when Mr Barnes checked, he couldn’t see any obvious ones.”

“They were on us from the beginning,” Bucky scoffed as he shook his head,  “Goddammit.” 

You shook your head, “That doesn’t make sense. If they knew where we were from the minute we left then... why leave it three weeks before they tried to kill us?”

It was Agent Hill that delivered the final blow, “We interrogated a Hydra agent that we’d found in the cabin the following day. He had a file in his car,” she tapped the file that had been lying on the desk before sliding out some pictures. It was photos of you and Bucky. One of you and Bucky driving, one of you and Bucky in the town centre, one of you looking at market stalls... one of you and Bucky sitting on the bench in the park as you got to know each other with your hand on his knee... Tens of photos, all different. You sucked in a deep breath. They’d been on you both the whole time, “We suspect that they left it so long because they could see a genuine connection being formed between (y/n) and Bucky and when we interrogated the Hydra agent he said that the best way to destroy something was to do from the inside out meaning that he wanted to ruin (y/n) and Steve’s relationship and Bucky and Steve’s friendship first before causing much greater harm to all parties.”

Your hand moved to your mouth and tears flooded your eyes. They’d succeeded. Hydra might not have killed or harmed you and Bucky (yet) but they had succeeded in messing up relationships. You stared down at the photos, looking at how you and Bucky smiled at each other and how obvious it was that there was something more than friendship brewing there.

Fury was still talking, telling you all that the same Hydra agent they’d caught had given some information on Rumlow’s whereabouts so they were following that lead and they’d keep you all up to date with any new developments in the case,  “Just... stay out of trouble, will you?” Fury ended as he rubbed at his face tiredly,  “Don’t make anymore stupid mistakes.”

As soon as he dismissed you, you were off like a shot, rushing out of the dimly lit room and rushing for a toilet. You could hear footsteps chasing after you but you had already thrown open the toilet door and locked it swiftly behind you before bending over the toilet and releasing the contents of your stomach.

Bucky caught up with Steve, “She okay?” He asked.

“Throwing up, I think,” Steve said with a frown as he paced outside of the toilet door, “Listen, man, I was outta line-”

Bucky shook his head, “No, no, you were right; I should have protected her better. I was the one that made a stupid mistake and now she’s paying the price. I’m sorry for not protecting her better.”

“Even still, I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that,” Steve said reaching out his hand, “I’m sorry.”

The pair shook hands and had a quick hug before Bucky spoke again, “Listen, Steve... I don’t know what (y/n)’s told you but listen, nothing happened. I won’t lie, I wanted it to but I wouldn’t do that to you.”

Steve nodded, “Yeah, I know, Buck. She told me everything... It was also part of my little outburst, I saw the way you were able to see that she was spiralling when talking about what happened, I saw you touch her knee with yours and you instantly calmed her down. I saw those photos of the two of you, laughing and smiling... I know that the two of you care about each other and it’s upsetting, absolutely, but it’s not fair to hold that against the two of you.”

Bucky was about to respond when the toilet door opened and you walked out with slightly puffy, pink eyes. After being sick, you’d had a bit of a cry to be honest. It was too much and all you wanted was to be wrapped in a blanket. It was Steve who asked if you were okay first. You shook your head, “I just want to go home.”

“You want me to take you?” Steve asked.

You nodded. You couldn’t look at Bucky, couldn’t even breathe in his general direction for fear of breathing in his cologne. He didn’t say anything as you breezed past him and followed Steve to the car. He and Steve shared a nod before you left. Bucky felt terrible but at least some of the guilt had vanished since he’d opened up to Steve about it. Steve knew that there were feelings between you and Bucky and to be honest, Bucky was glad he knew. He hated hiding things from Steve, hated keeping secrets from the one person he considered a friend so although it made things extremely awkward, he was glad that he knew.

The car ride home was silent. Steve had tried to talk to you and apologise for raising his voice and scaring you but you were barely listening. Your mind was on other, much more important things... You didn’t know what to do. How could do continue being in a relationship with Steve when you were in love with someone else simultaneously? How could you be in a relationship and be okay with destroying Steve and Bucky’s friendship? You didn’t know if you had that in you. You loved Steve and you wanted to be with him but was it fair? Was it fair to be in love with Bucky at the same time and potentially ruin their friendship? No, it wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair to Steve or Bucky, hell, it wasn’t fair to you.

When you got home, Steve led you to the couch and asked the question that he didn’t really want the answer to, “What’s going on?” 

You were silent for a long time. You didn’t know what you were going to respond with until the words left your mouth, “I don’t know if I can do this, Steve.”

“Do what?”

“This... Us.”

Steve’s heart sank. He knew that this would happen. He knew that this was coming, he just didn’t think it would be so soon. He rubbed his face, “You’re in love with him, aren’t you?”

“It’s not about whether I love him or you, Steve,” your voice was raising as the annoyance of the whole situation worsened, “It’s about me and I cannot be the reason why you and Bucky hate each other!”

Steve shook his head, “We don’t hate each other... What happened today-”

“What happened today will probably happen one million times over until the two of you cannot handle being in the same room as each other!” You snapped as your eyes filled with tears, “I can’t be the reason the two of you grow to hate each other. I hate that I’m his soulmate. I wish it was just you and me, Steve, but it’s not. You said that Bucky will always be part of our lives and I can live with that... but I don’t know if you can handle it if we’re still together.” Your hands were shaking as you sucked in a deep breath. You were really going to do this. 

Steve was right in front of you, hands cupping your cheeks, “If you do this, Hydra will be winning.”

“And if I don’t do this,” you sniffed, “they’ll win by ruining yours and Bucky’s friendship.”

Tears welled in Steve’s eyes. He didn’t want you to do this. He believed that you could all work this out and it would be fine in time but you didn’t want to risk it,  “(y/n)..."

You were practically sobbing as you stared at him. He was shaking his head, whispering ‘please don’t’ but you had to. For your peace of mind, for you to heal from all of this, you needed to take a step back and just have a break, “I just- I need some space, Steve.” Steve reached out and you gladly fell into his arms sobbing, “I-I don’t know if we can stay in a relationship. It’s- It’s so hard, I can’t- I can’t be the cause of you and Bucky hating each other.”

Steve pressed a kiss to your hair, “It’s okay,” he whispered, “I understand.”

“I think I just need a few days... just to clear my head and think and... a few days and I’ll be okay.”

He held you for ages, it seemed like hours, the two of you held each other unmoving and not speaking. You hadn’t explicitly said that you wanted to break up because you didn’t, you really honestly didn’t want to break up with Steve. You’d experienced more in the last year of being with Steve than you’d experienced in your whole life and you weren’t ready to let him go. You just needed some time, time to distance yourself and time to sort your head. So much had happened in a short space of time and you didn’t have the mental capacity to take on Steve and Bucky’s issues as well as your own. You wouldn’t do that to yourself.

Steve understood that, thankfully. He knew that this wasn’t the end but that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt. Of course, he wanted to be here with you and help you through all of this but he would respect your wishes. He felt like this was all his fault, had he only bit his tongue instead of getting mad at Bucky... He couldn’t take it back now, he just hoped that a few days would right the wrongs that you worried about. You’d been through so much and Steve wanted to be there to help you through it but he understood why you were asking for a break.

“I love you, Steve.”

“I love you too, sweetheart, but are you sure about this?”

You nodded as you pulled away from him, “We need to take a break, Steve.”

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the art of self care {sam wilson x reader}

summary: after a long week at work, sam wilson waits for you at home 

warnings: language 

ok i haven’t written for sam in a LONG time so i really hope i manage to do his character justice, but this is just some very short fluff. it’s entirely self indulgent because i am currently mid-depressive episode and want nothing more than for him to HUG me but we move. enjoy :) 

- jazz xx

p.s this is spoiler free!

Sometimes, you wished that the world had a pause button. 

Just so that you could sit down and breath. Or cry. Or better, yet both. Because being an adult could be a goddamn tiring experience and wrestling a thousand different things at once was absolutely exhausting. Even though you’d pulled your weight at work all day, you’d still made a half-hearted promise to your boss to come in early on Monday, and the pile of paperwork resting in your hands as you stumbled through the front was a sign of a late night ahead. Two things which entirely sucked within themselves but only got considerably worse when paired together. It was nights like these that made you want to thank whichever god there was that somebody had invented the espresso martini. And, at least of all things, it was Friday. Thank fuck. 

As you walked up to your apartment, you were hoping and praying that Sam was already home. He’d been pulling a lot of long days lately, dealing with his tasks in the Air Force and juggling all the work that Steve Rogers had made look so effortless. You’d always been proud of Sam, but not in the way you were right now. He hadn’t just taken on the mantle that his late friend had left behind, but he’d made it his own role. His selflessness and bravery was finally being recognised, even if it took Sam a little while to see it himself. There had been a late of late nights, and a lot of conversations between the sheets about whether or not he had what it took to be Captain America. That’s when you reminded him that he wasn’t - he was still Falcon, through and through, now just with a little more responsibility. Whether he had the shield or not, everything he stood for was completely admirable and entirely fucking worthy. 

But the righteous and honourable Sam Wilson wasn’t what you needed right then - you just wanted your boyfriend. The one who gave the best hugs and made the worst coffee. The one who could serve up a six-course meal like a professional chef but always managed to burn his toast. Your Sam, and the version of him that was saved specifically for you and the little world within the four walls of your apartment.

The sound of the Friends theme gently filled the air of the flat as you stepped inside; the kitchen light was off, but the glow from television and the buildings across the street lit up the living room on the other side. Sam was completely passed out and dead to the world, clutching his phone in one hand and a beer in the other. That’s why he hadn’t answered your text earlier. Not that you were - if anything, you were quite happy to see him getting some sleep. 

You cringed slightly at the bang of the door shutting behind you. Sam stirred slightly, brown eyes fluttering open. You half expected him to groan, or let out a whine that you’d woken him. Instead he grinned, slowly holding out his arms to you. That had always been your thing -  his little signal for you to get the fuck over here so I can give you a hug. Dropping your bags to the floor beside you, you kicked off your shoes and made a bee-line for the sofa, immediately dropping into his lap. 

It was like heaven. The material of his worn old plaid shirt was soft against your skin, and he smelt ever so slightly of the after-shave that you’d brought him for Christmas last year. You buried your head in neck and let out a tiny sigh of relief, gripping onto his shirt as his arms came to tightly wrap around you. He was good at reading people, but especially you. He could always tell when you’d had the best day or the worst, just from the demeanour you held. 

‘Long day?’ He softly asked. His hand trailed down your back, gently rubbing circles. 

‘Hmm.’ You murmured. ‘Got a lotta paperwork tonight and an early start tomorrow.’

Sam did grumble then. ‘I thought you said you were going to try and take on a bit less, baby.’

‘I did say that.’ You nodded. ‘I also said that I was going to start going to the gym, and that I would teach Bucky how to use Facebook. I say a lot of things.’

His chest shook slightly with a laugh, and he held you a little closer. ‘It’s Friday. Take a night off.’

‘My boss said she wants it done by tomorrow.’ You replied. 

‘Screw what your boss says.’ Sam shot back. ‘I’ll have a word with her.’ 

‘It’s okay.’ You pressed a kiss to his jaw. ‘I can hold my own.’

‘I know.’ He gently smiled. ‘Let’s compromise - if you go in early on Monday, you take tonight off?’

‘I like that.’ You nuzzled against him. ‘An early night sounds good too.’

‘I’ve got you.’

Sam slid one arm under your leg and the other behind your back, lifting you off the sofa with ease. 

Your bedroom was only a few steps away, and though the sudden lack of contact made you pout, it quickly disappeared when the soft sheets enveloped you. The bed rarely ever got made these days, so it was a constant tangle of sheets and pillows - the perfect place to nest after a long fucking day. Sam went to work on doing the rest, shrugging off his shirt and tossing it your way without so much as a word. You pulled off your own clothes and pulled it over your head, smiling at the feeling of the soft cotton. 

The mattress dipped beside you and he threw the covers over you both. He’d clearly been ready to go to sleep for hours - it made you feel a little guilty that he’d waited up for you for so long, but the thought that he’d done so at all quickly overrode that. It was tiny things like that which screamed Sam Wilson. He’d found a way to intertwine your lives so intricately that you both slotted perfectly into each other’s daily routines. Co-existed in the best way possible and did it so peacefully. Of course, there were times when you squabbled, and nights where your shared stubborn tendencies butted heads, but when it mattered, you were a team. He had your back and you had his. 

Sam reached out to you, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you back against his chest. He always liked to sleep holding onto you; whether it was to comfort him or to protect you, you didn’t know. Probably both. Either way, you wouldn’t have changed it for the world. 

He pressed a soft kiss to the back of your head, resting his chin on your shoulder.

‘I love you.’ He quietly murmured. 

‘I love you too.’ You replied. ‘Thank you for looking after me.’

‘Thank you for letting me.’

With that, you finally shut your eyes. Falling asleep wasn’t something that usually came either for you, but that night, it didn’t take long at all. It washed over you like a faint sense of relief, tugging you away from the stress of reality and into a little world where it was just you and Sam. The only world that mattered. 

You were just about to completely dive off the edge and into a beautiful REM cycle, when Sam suddenly sat up.

‘We forgot to brush our teeth.’

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Author: Nat / @idontgiveaflyinggrayson69​

Tagging: @matbaerzal​ @thirteenisles​

Relationship: Established; Anders Lee x Reader

Summary: Don’t break the rules.

Word Count: 5.6k

Warnings: Smut. Unprotected sex (wrap it up kids). Masturbation. Choking. Dom/sub dynamics. Daddy kink.

Comments: Happy birthday, KO!!!! xx

Disclaimer: Reading/creating content for married players isn’t for everyone and I totally respect that! Don’t read if you don’t vibe with it, but please don’t send me hate!!!

(c) nat g. 2020 // do not repost, do not claim as your own

Anders had a list of rules to follow. Always ask for permission to cum. Don’t talk back. And most importantly, don’t touch yourself when he’s on the road unless he tells you to.

That one was always the hardest rule to follow.

Sometimes he would be nice and he’d call you, instructing you to take the vibrator out of his bedside table and press it to your clit. He’d tell you exactly how to touch yourself and you’d whine and moan into the phone and, God, he loved those noises. They were his favourite.

But sometimes he’d be mean. Mostly it was when the team had a short road trip that he wouldn’t give you permission to touch yourself. But sometimes he would be on the road for over a week without giving you permission, leaving extremely sexually frustrated and no way of getting yourself off. You hated those the most.

The Islanders were on a short three game road trip. They weren’t even leaving the division. So of course before he left, Anders made it very clear that you were not to touch yourself. He wanted you horny and desperate for him when he came home.

The first two days had been fine. Sure, you tossed and turned in the bed that was much too big and too cold for just you. But you were fine and didn’t once think about breaking his rule.

The third night…

The Islanders were playing the Capitals. The Islanders were beating the Capitals. So, of course, the Caps weren’t happy. It was halfway through the third period when Tom Wilson laid a high hit on Barzy. You brought your hand to your mouth as your heart picked up, hoping that he was okay. But you couldn’t worry about Barzy long when your boyfriend shoved Wilson back and it was only a second before the gloves came off.

You held your breath as Anders and Wilson exchanged punches. You could see blood on Wilson’s face but you didn’t know if it was his or Anders or a mix of both.

The fight only lasted 30 seconds before the linesmen stepped in and separated the two of them. Anders’ hair was a mess and he ran a hand through it as he skated to the box, blood coating his knuckles and murder in his eyes.

You knew it was wrong to find it attractive but you couldn’t stop the heat from pooling between your thighs.

The rest of the game went by in a blur. The Islanders won. Barzy looked okay. Everything was fine.

Everything except for the fact you couldn’t shake the throbbing need between your legs.

You tried. You really tried. You stayed on the couch watching boring reruns on the TV and played on your phone to busy your fingers and mind. You sent a few texts to Anders telling him he played good, you were glad they won, and you hoped he was okay.

But it wasn’t enough.

You knew you shouldn’t, but you couldn’t stop thinking about the fight and the smirk and half feral look in his eyes as he landed punch after punch on Wilson. You couldn’t stop thinking about his bloodied knuckles and the way he ran his hand through his hair. You couldn’t stop thinking about all the things he would do to you when he got home if it had been a home game and not an away game.

You knew you shouldn’t, you knew it was breaking a rule, but you couldn’t help yourself. You knew you were soaked and pressing your thighs together only made it worse.

Your fingers shook as you made your way into the bedroom, to his side of the bed, pulling open the second drawer and pulling the bullet vibrator out of the back and laying down on the bed. Your heart picked up as you debated whether you should really do it. You knew if Anders found out, he would punish you for it, but… But if he didn’t find out… And that cold look in his eyes as he skated to the penalty box…

You put the vibrator and your phone down beside you before pulling your shirt, Anders’ shirt, off and tossing it aside and shimmying out of your panties. You ran a finger over your slit with a soft sigh. You were soaked.

You gathered your wetness and started to rub soft circles on your clit. You let your eyes close as you thought about that look in Anders’ eyes and imagined that your fingers were his. His name fell from your lips as you moved your fingers over your clit. You sighed a few moments later and grabbed the vibrator, turning it on to your favourite setting before pressing it to your clit.

You moaned loudly. It had been a while since Anders gave you permission to use it and you missed how good it felt. You let your legs widen further, gently circling it on your clit as your eyes closed, soaking it all up. Your moans melting into a gasp as you pressed it directly on your clit and you clenched down on nothing.

You didn’t bothering holding back your moans as you imagined it was Anders holding the vibrator to your clit, that he was smirking at the way you were helplessly moaning and fisting the blanket.

Your orgasm built slowly, pleasure filling your body. You clenched down on nothing as the knot began to tighten. You tightened your grip on the blankets, arching your back as you came with a moan of his name. You held the vibrator to your clit, drawing your high out as your toes curled.

When you finally pulled the vibrator away, it was only to run it down your slit as you caught your breath. A few moments later, you pressed the vibrator back to your clit with a gasp, rubbing soft circles. Still in the aftershocks of the first one, your second orgasm didn’t take long to build and it wasn’t long before it washed over you.

You kept going like that, never satisfied no matter how many times you came since Anders wasn’t there to fill you with his thick cock and fuck you into next week like you knew he would.

You didn’t know how many orgasms you had. You were never really counting. You felt warm from the constant high you were riding. Your limbs felt like jello and cum coated the inside of your thighs. You gave up on keeping your eyes open as your chest heaved, your body covered in a gleam of sweat.

The vibrator was too much on your used clit so you switched it out for your fingers, circling your clit as you moaned softly.

When the bed started to vibrate, you reached for the vibrator, thinking you accidentally left it on. But when you found it, you realized it was off. You pulled your fingers away you’re your core and pushed yourself up onto your elbows and glanced around, trying to find what was vibrating.

And then you realized it was your phone.

Your profile picture of Anders, a cute pic you snapped at a lunch date on a patio in the city, filled the screen. You cursed and reached for the phone, barely registering that it was just past midnight as you answered the phone.

“H-Hey,” you said into the phone, your voice breaking before you cleared your throat. “Hi.”

“I’m sorry, I know it’s late,” he replied, his voice low on the other side of the line. You leaned back against the pillows, still trying to catch your breath.

“No, I was up,” you told him. “Are you okay? I saw the game. Is Mat alright?”

Anders sighed into the phone and you could tell that he was running his fingers through his hair. He was quiet for another moment. “I need to see you.”

“Yeah,” you whispered and pulled the phone from your ear. A moment later you answered his FaceTime call. A bruise was beginning to form on his cheek and his hair was a mess from all the times he ran his hand through it and just like you, he didn’t wear a shirt. “Anders…”

He gave you a soft smile and you leaned over to turn one of the bedside lamps on. Anders cursed softly and you blushed as you sat up against the headboard. “You’re naked, aren’t you?”

There wasn’t hesitation on your answer, you knew better than that. “Yeah.” You paused before continuing, “seriously though, are you and Mat okay?”

Anders nodded, “we’re both okay. A little sore, but we’ll live.”

“Thank God,” you told him, resting your head back against the headboard in relief. The sweat that still clung to your skin caught the light of the bedside lamp and Anders furrowed his brows. When you looked back at him, he realized your eyes were still glossed over and his shoulders fell as he clenched his jaw. “Y/N,” he said sternly.

Your heart dropped to your stomach as you swallowed. He didn’t have to say anything else for you to know you had been caught. “Have you broken a rule?” He asked.

‘No,’ died on your tongue. You knew better than to lie to him. You gave him your best innocent eyes, “you were just so hot tonight, Daddy.”

Anders took a deep breath through your nose. “I was going to let you cum tonight,” he told you. “But you really had to go break the rule huh?”

“I’m sorry,” you told him honestly, even if your used pussy throbbed at the tone he took with you.

“Yeah, I’m sure you are,” he said, but he still shook his head.

“Daddy,” you whined. “I needed it, and you weren’t here so I...” you looked down, “I took care of it myself.”

“You broke the rules,” he told you. “I’m disappointed. I was looking forwards to you being so good for me like I know you can be.” When you didn’t say anything, he spoke again. “Tell me how it felt.”

You whined softly and when you failed to look up at the screen, he instructed you to do so. “So good,” you told him. “But not as good as you. Your fingers are better. Mouth is better. Cock is better.��

Anders hummed, “yeah, no one makes you feel as good as Daddy.”

You pressed your thighs together and nodded. It was true, Anders made you feel better than you thought you could. You didn’t know satisfying sex until you met Anders.

You didn’t know just how much you could submit before you met Anders.

He made it clear to you that you were in for it when he got home and the anticipation of the next few days was enough to drive you mad.

Your heart picked up the moment you heard the front door open and close. Anders left his bag by the front door and toed his shoes off before shrugging his jacket off. He took his time walking to the bedroom which only made your heart beat faster than it already was.

You pressed your thighs together in anticipation. You knew to be ready for him, so you wore his favourite black lace set and one of his Islanders shirts as you sat on the edge of the bed.

Your breath caught in your throat when Anders appeared in the doorway. He was dressed in dress pants and a button-down with the sleeves rolled up and the top buttons undone.

“Dadd—" you tried, but he cut you off.

“Save it.” His tone was hash and you nodded, closing your mouth.

When he didn’t move from his place against the doorframe or give you any instruction, still deciding exactly what he was going to do with you, you stood up and walked over to him before sinking to your knees, your fingers moving to his belt buckle.

“Nuh uh,” he said, stepping around you to sit on the edge of the bed. You looked over at him with wide, regretful eyes, but he just shook his head and ran his hands over his thighs. “Did you really think it would be that easy?”

You shook your head and he gave you a pointed look that sent heat straight to your core. “No,” you whispered.

“What was that?” He asked, tilting his ear towards you.

“No,” you repeated, louder, before crawling across the bedroom floor to sit between his legs, resting your head on the inside of his thigh. “I’m sorry, Daddy.”

Anders sighed and ran a hand through your hair. You leaned into the touch but he gathered your hair and pulled, forcing you to look up at him. “Get undressed,” he instructed, letting go of your hair.

You hurried to your feet, fingers quickly going to the hem of your shirt when you thought better. You met his eyes and softly swung your hips, slowly pulling your shirt up your body. It didn’t work. Anders rolled his eyes, “get on with it.”

You swallowed, realizing that he was much more upset than you thought. You nodded and pulled the shirt over your head and tossed it aside before reaching behind you to unclasp your bra. Anders ran his hungry eyes down your body making more heat pool between your legs as you pushed your panties down and stepped out of them.

Anders patted his thigh. You didn’t need to be told twice and you laid yourself over his lap, his hand quickly moving to smooth over your ass. “How many?” He asked.

Your voice was weak, “I don’t know.”

His hand came down on your ass making you yelp and rock forwards, away from his hand. He smoothed your ass over as he repeated himself. “How. Many.” His voice was firm, warning you.

“Ten? Twelve? I wasn’t counting,” you told him. His hand came down on your ass again, this time harder. You rocked forwards again, but before you could say anything else, he spanked you again.

He gently rubbed over your ass. “Well, then we’ll round up. To fifteen.” You whimpered, but you knew better than to talk back, especially after you already broke one of his rules. So, you nodded.

“Yes, Daddy.”

He murmured a ‘good girl’ before bringing his hand down again. “One,” you counted. He didn’t bother soothing over your skin before spanking you again. And again. “Two, three,” you counted, not being able to stop yourself from rocking forwards.

Anders focused the next couple spanks on one cheek, loving the way an imprint of his hand appeared on your skin. He soothed over your ass and spanked you again, loving the way you whimpered before moving his hand to your core, running his fingers through your folds to rub your clit before sinking two thick fingers into you.

You moaned and Anders curled his fingers to brush over your sweet spot making you rock back against him with a moan of his name.

Just like that, he pulled his fingers from you and brought his hand down. On your core. You yelped, forgetting to count as you tried to get away from him, but Anders pressed down on your lower back, keeping you still. “That’s not what you’re supposed to call me,” he said.

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” you corrected, gripping the sheets tightly in your hands.

Anders hummed and rubbed over your core. “Good girl. Now. Keep. Counting.”

You struggled to remember what number you were at. “Nine,” you said after a moment.

He praised you again before bringing his hand back down. He completed the remaining six spanks, which you continued to count, your skin burning from his assault. “There we go,” he told you. “All done.”

You did your best to let your muscles relax as he continued to rub over your ass, his fingers teasing your entrance before pulling back to gently tap your thigh, “okay.”

You glanced over your shoulder and he gave you an expectant look so you pushed yourself off his lap. You were going to sink down to your knees, but he stood before you could and pointed to the bed. You nodded and laid back against the pillows with a grimace, your ass raw from his spanking.

Anders took a deep breath as he looked down at you. He started undoing the buttons of his shirt as you pressed your thighs together, your eyes drifting down to the outline of his hard cock. He shrugged his shirt off, not caring where it landed before he knelt on the bed, showing no signs of losing his pants anytime soon.

“Daddy…” You whispered, keeping your legs together. He didn’t say anything as he gripped your calves and pulled your legs open before settling between them, your chest rising and falling with quick breaths of anticipation.

He dragged his lips over your inner thigh before looking up at you. “I was going to edge you as part of your punishment, but I’m not gonna do that.” His breath fanned over your core and you fisted the blanket, but before you could even think ‘thank God,’ Anders continued, “since you were so desperate to cum, I’ve decided that I’m going to make you cum until you can’t. Until you’re begging me to stop. Until you regret breaking the rules.”

“Daddy, I—" you tried, but Anders dug his fingers into your thighs, pulling them open more before pressing his tongue to your core, licking a broad stripe up before latching onto your clit, cutting you off. Your gasp melted into a moan and his hands kept your legs open despite your attempts to close them.

He sucked harshly on your clit, running his tongue over the bud. He ate up the moans falling from your lips, not letting up or pulling away. Anders knew your body well, maybe better than you did. He knew exactly how to make you cum. He didn’t even have to sink any of his thick fingers into you to make you cum. It was only a few minutes before the knot started to tighten and you dug your heel into the bed. “Imma… I’m gonna cum,” you moaned.

Anders didn’t slow down. He harshly worked your clit until your back arched. You moaned his name as you came, but it melted into a high pitched whine.

He didn’t slow his tongue like he usually did, looking to draw your high out. Instead, he kept going. You gasped and whined as he continued to work your clit. Your legs tensed under his grip as you tried to close them, to pull away, but he tightened his hold on you and kept you where you were, his eyes watching you the whole time.

You cursed and looked down at him to see those blue eyes looking back at you. Your hips jumped as a wave of heat went through your body. Anders grazed his teeth over your clit before soothing it over with his tongue and you were done. Another orgasm rolled through your body, his hands coming to grip your hips as you rolled them against him.

He slowed his pace, gently rolling his tongue against you before pulling back to run his tongue through your folds and press it to your entrance. You gasped and forced yourself not to reach for him no matter how much you wanted to.

He glanced back up at you, loving the quick rise and falls go your chest as you death gripped the blankets. He shifted to lying his forearm on your hips to keep them still before pressing his free thumb to your clit.

“Fuck,” you whined, overwhelmed by the pleasure, by the assault.

Anders smirked against you, fucking his tongue into you in rhythm with his thumb. Your moans were more whines as the knot tightened again. Your body stuttered as you came, Anders rubbing you through it as he pulled back to watch you. You sobbed as he kept rubbing circles on your clit, forcing another, smaller orgasm out of you.

“That’s my girl,” he praised, loving how wrecked you looked, your eyes squeezed shut in pleasure, your back arching softly as you rolled your hips against his thumb. You forced your eyes open, looking at him with blissed blown eyes. Your wetness coated his lips and chin and you moaned at the sight.

The knot tightened and tightened, but it was too much. Your moan turned into a whimper as your legs jumped. They only closed a bit, but he forced them back open before quickening his pace on your clit, another orgasm rocking through you a few seconds later.

You whimpered ‘Daddy,’ trying to pull back but he didn’t let you. It was too much at once. He slowly his thumb, reading your body like an open book and your orgasm rolled into another one with a broken sob.

“So pretty like this,” he groaned, finally pulling his hands from your core. You moaned softly, letting yourself relax against the bed and opening your eyes to look at him. “So fucking pretty,” he repeated.

You should have known better than to think he was done with you, that he was going to let you come down and catch your breath.

Anders moved one of your legs over his shoulder and you took a shaky breath, trying to prepare yourself for more even though you didn’t know how much you had left in you. He shifted his weight so he could sink two thick fingers into you. You both moaned, you loving the stretch and Anders loving now warm and wet you were.

He fucked his fingers into you, curling them up to constantly brush your sweet spot before reattaching his lips to your clit.

The combination of his lips and fingers had you seeing stars. You moaned loudly, clenching down on his fingers as he fucked them into you roughly, targeting your sweet spot. You dug your heel into his back, pressing him closer as the knot tightened, the pressure in your lower stomach building.

You couldn’t keep your eyes open, too lost in the pleasure. Your whole body was hot and you let go of your grip on the blankets only to grab them a moment later needing to hold on to something as your orgasm got closer and closer.

You arched your back softly, pressing yourself against him, your high right there.

You didn’t need much more before you came, your back arching off the bed, your pussy gushing. Anders groaned, the familiar wetness coating his chin and fingers. Making you squirt was one of his favourite things.

Anders slowed his tongue to work you through it, his cock straining against his pants. You sobbed more than moaned and before you could even ask him to stop, you could feel another orgasm building. You didn’t even feel the tears running down your cheeks as you came again, Anders groaning against your core.

You struggled to find your voice, reaching down to pull at his hair. Anders snapped his gaze to you, tears running down your cheeks. “I can’t,” you sobbed. “Too much.”

Anders slowly his tongue but he didn’t pull back, testing your limits. “Daddy please,” you begged. He knew if you needed to stop you wouldn’t have called him that, so he kept going, softly running his tongue over your clit as he kept his fingers stuffed in you. You sobbed, your body boneless as you stayed on the edge, the pleasure too much to send you over the edge again.

Anders flashed his eyes back up to you and started to move his fingers, fucking them gently into you and brushing over your g-spot. It barely felt like an orgasm when you came, more of your cum running down his fingers. He worked you through it for a moment before pulling back and wiping his mouth on the back of his hand, not that it did much, before he hovered over you.

“Have you learnt your lesson?” He asked.

You nodded, sobbing, “yes, Daddy.”

“What won’t you do when I’m on the road?” He asked, pressing one of his thick thighs to your oversensitive core.

“Touch myself,” you told him, more tears spilling down your cheeks.

“That’s what I thought,” he said before brushing your hair away from your eyes. He paused, searching your eyes before he leaned down and kissed you for the first time that night. He controlled the kiss, pressing his tongue into your mouth where you could taste yourself. You moaned against him and he ate it up.

He pulled back after a few moments and pushed himself off the bed. You watched him as he unbuckled his belt and pulled it off, dropping it on the ground before unbuttoning his pants and taking them off. He took his socks off before pushing his underwear down, making you whine when his cock slapped up against his stomach.

“Been waiting for this all fucking trip,” he told you, kneeling on the bed.

You whimpered at his words, “need you, Daddy.”

He groaned and nodded. “And how does Daddy like it?” You nodded, knowing exactly what he wanted, and forced yourself up. Your body was weak, shaking from all the orgasms he gave you, so he helped you turn over onto your knees before he pressed your shoulders down so your face was pressed into the pillows.

“Love you like this,” he groaned, looking down at your soaking core, cum coating your inner thighs, as he lined himself up with your entrance before pushing into you, making you both moan.

He didn’t wait for you to adjust to him, gripping your hips to keep you in place as he snapped his hips into yours, starting a rough pace that left you moaning.

You clenched around him and he groaned, blanketing your body so he could wrap a hand around your throat, pulling you back against his chest. Your moan was cut off by his hand and he groaned at the vibrations. Your eyes rolled back, the change of angle making him hit your sweet spot every time. Your orgasm built with every trust as his hand tightened on your throat. You fluttered around him and he groaned your name in your ear, sending you over the edge again.

Anders’ hips stuttered, loving the way you felt around him when you came, but he fucked you through it. The pleasure was overwhelming, the feeling of him dragging against your walls, hitting all the right places.

You were too oversensitive, but Anders continued his pace, tightening his hand around your throat as he rubbed your clit. A broken sob left your lips. Building, it felt like everything was building but it was on the wrong side of too much and you didn’t think you be able to cum again, didn’t know if you wanted to cum again.

Anders’ voice was breathy in your ear, “one more, Babygirl. You can give Daddy one more.”

You didn’t have the strength to fight him. All you could do was focus on the overwhelming pleasure he was giving you. Your moans were half sobs as he continued to fuck you with a firm pace, his fingers quickening on your clit.

Your orgasms hit you unexpectedly. If it wasn’t for Anders holding you up, you would have collapsed forward on the bed. Blackness filled your conscious as pleasure filled your body. Anders groaned as the wetness running down his cock and the way you clenched down on him. He stilled his hips, waiting for you to come back, his hand moving from your throat to your chest to hold you up.

When you came back to yourself, Anders pulled out, gently moving you onto your back and hovering over you. “Are you okay?” He asked, brushing your hand out of your eyes, his thumb running over your bottom lip.

You nodded, but he needed to hear you say it. “Yeah,” you whispered, your voice rough from his grip on your throat. You cleared your throat and tried again, your voice clearer. “Yes.”

“Are you okay to continue?” He asked.

Again you nodded, “yes.”

Anders nodded and slipped back into you. His pace was softer than it was before. His thrusts were deep and sure, but he was gentle. Your moans broke into whines, your abused pussy oversensitive from everything he gave you, but you took it anyways. Anders ate your sounds up.

Your hair was a mess, your eyes glossed over with pleasure, your mouth hanging open. You were completed blissed out and he loved it.

It didn’t take much more for him to cum, especially when you continued to flutter and clench down on him.

His last thrust was harder, hitting deep inside you and making your back arch into him with a gasp as he stilled, filling you up with his cum. He pressed his face into your shoulder and groaned your name into your skin, lightly biting down on your shoulder.

He stayed like that, buried inside you, while you both came down from your highs. Usually Anders pulled back, got up to get you a warm cloth and some water. But not this time. Anders stayed deep inside you, only pushing himself up enough to look at you. “You did so good for me,” he told you, pressing his hips harder against you and making you whimper. “Now you’re going to be good and give me a baby, yeah?”

You moaned at Anders’ words, finding the strength to wrap your leg around his waist, digging your heel into his lower back to bring him closer. “Please knock me up, Daddy.”

He hummed against your skin and started to press soft kisses to your neck. You don’t know how long you stayed like that, Anders softening inside you but refusing to pull out, wanting to keep his cum in you for as long as possible.

Your eyes fluttered closed and if Anders didn’t murmur your name, forcing you to open your eyes, you were sure you would have fallen asleep. Your body was too used and exhaustion was quickly taking over your system. “Come on,” he whispered, gently pulling out of you, making you whimper. “Let’s get cleaned up.”

You nodded, but you didn’t have any strength left in your body. Anders smiled down at you and stepped off the bed before gently snaking his hands under your knees and shoulders, carrying you to the bathroom. You rested your head against his shoulder, scrunching your nose up at the feeling of your cum coated thighs pressing together.

He gently put you on your feet in the bathroom, keeping his arm under yours to hold you up as you stumbled, your legs too weak to support your weight. “Are you okay?” He asked, bringing his other hand to your lower abdomen to steady you.

“Yeah,” you smiled. Anders kissed the side of your head and once he was sure you were okay to stand on your own, he stepped back, letting you go pee while he turned his attention to the bathtub to run you bath.

As the tub was filling, he grabbed your body wash from the shower and a washcloth from the cabinet. When the tub was half full, he helped you into it before sliding in behind you, your back to his chest. He let the water run for another minute before he reached over to turn the water off.

It was nice. The hot water soothed your aching body and helped your muscles relax. Just like in bed, your eyes started to close, but you weren’t worried because you knew Anders would take care of you.

You were half asleep when he grabbed the washcloth. He wet it and wrung it out before he added some of your body wash to it and started to wipe down your body. He started with your chest, running the cloth over your skin while he placed soft kisses on your neck. You hummed at the action and he moved to wipe down your arms before dipping the cloth under the water to clean your thighs. You whimpered when the cloth brushed your core and he shushed you softly as he cleaned you up. When he was done, he cleaned the cloth of soap and used it to clean the soap from your skin.

The two of you sat in the water for another couple minutes before he slipped out from behind you. You made a noise of disagreement as you fell back against the edge of the tub, opening your eyes to look up at him. “I know,” he whispered, pulling the plug on the tub.

He helped you from the tub, drying you off with a towel before hanging it back up on the hook and scooping you up in his arms and brining you to bed. He laid you gently on the bed and with some of your help, he pulled the covers over you. You gave him a soft smile and he leaned down to kiss your forehead. “I love you,” he told you.

“I love you, too,” you whispered back.

He came around to the other side of the bed and slipped under the covers. You waited for him to get comfortable before curling into his arms, resting your head on his chest. You didn’t fight the exhaustion this time and it was only moment before you fell asleep. 


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[empyreanwritings]

Secrets

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Wilson!Reader

Word Count: 1k (short and sweet!)

Warnings: minor mentions of blood, the boys are h i m b o s and we love em

Summary: Something happened in your usually quiet apartment, and you are going to get to the bottom of it. Even if you have to take drastic measures to make it happen. 

A/N: This is for @kayteewritessteve​ 1k writing challenge! I’m sorry this is a little late - I wrote several fics for my prompt and none of em really felt right, but I’m very happy with this little piece here. It’s all silly and something positive for those of us who are going through it xx

Feedback is always welcome and appreciated (: 

You cross your arms over your chest, silently glaring at the three men sitting on your couch. They are trying too hard to play it cool, and you could see if from a mile away. Sam is the easiest to read - growing up, you realized your brother's tells were much more noticeable than he believed them to be. The way his left eyebrow twitches gives it away. And Steve is just as easy as Sam. You have been married to him long enough to know that the second he puts on those puppy-dog eyes, he's hiding something.

Bucky, on the other hand, is the hardest nut to crack. He's been trained not to give under pressure, and he puts on his 'Winter Soldier' face better than anybody else could. You know he's not the one you can squeeze information out of unless you bribe him with food - or alcohol. But you don't have time to get him either, so you set your sights on the other two.

You glance down at the blood specks sprinkled on your perfectly clean white carpet, giving them a disappointed shake of your head.

"I'm only going to ask once," you sigh. You keep a frown on your face because the second you stopped, you'd burst into a fit of giggles over how scared Sam and Steve look. "Whose blood is that?"

The three of them remain quiet, finding strength in the others' silence. You know both of them are relying on Bucky not to crack because it keeps them strong, but they underestimate you. Just because you aren't a trained agent or assassin doesn't mean you don't know how to get answers out of someone.

You just need the right leverage.

"Okay, if that is how we are going to play it." You clear your throat and step to the side, so you are directly in front of your brother. His face remains neutral, but you watch to see the slight twitch that gives him away instantly. "If you don't tell me what happened, I will go to Stark and tell him how you and Bucky once skipped team training to hook up in one of the conference rooms."

Sam's eyes go wide, and he looks over to Bucky, who simply shakes his head. Bucky knows very well that you are bluffing; you would never dream about outing your brother and your best friend. It's far too malicious for you. Even though everyone already knew the two of them swung both ways, they kept their relationship a secret since it could be considered a "work conflict." Bucky smirks, and it makes your blood boil. He's calling you out on your own bluff.

You huff and shift over to stand in front of Steve. Yes, Bucky is right. You wouldn't do that to your own family, but there is something you would be willing to spill if it meant getting your way. And the coy smile you give Steve makes him shift nervously in his seat.

"Tell me what happened, or I will tell Sam what we did in that confessional booth before our parent's vow renewal."

Bucky sucks in his cheeks to keep himself from laughing. Sam sits up, his eyes officially bugging out of his head and jaw dropped. You can tell he wants to reach over and smack Steve for doing anything with you that would require hiding in a confessional booth, but Bucky is holding his arm out to keep the two of them separated.

You almost feel bad for Steve. Almost. His neck turns red before the rest of his face does. He fidgets in his seat, trying his best to keep himself from running away from the situation. Steve Rogers never ran away from anything, but the idea that your brother could potentially find out your biggest secret made him want to jump through your apartment window and never look back. He genuinely considers it too. He figures your building isn't much higher than the elevator he jumped out of so….

He shakes his head. He'd have to pay for the damage later, and it isn't worth it.

"Fine," he sighs in defeat.

"Steve…" Bucky tries to put on a warning tone, but it doesn't work. Steve knows better than to challenge you on this one.

"Bucky tripped over Princess Pea and hit his face on the corner of the coffee table!" He blurts out before anyone can stop him. "His nose started bleeding, and he tried to clean it all up before you got home - because he didn't want to admit that a three-pound ball of fur took him down - but we didn't know you were coming home early."

You look over to Bucky, who won't even look you in the eye. The embarrassment is written all over his face, and you can't help but snort.

Princess Pea took out the former Winter Soldier? Now that isn't what you expected to hear, but you certainly aren't going to let it go any time soon.

You walk over to where she sleeps and scoop her up. You coo and kiss her nose, loudly reminding her - and everyone else in the room - that she is officially the most fearsome person in the room. She yaps and licks at your face as you try to set her down. You have to bite your tongue to keep yourself from saying something when she runs straight for Bucky. And even though he wants to tell her to go away, he still picks her up and sets her in his lap.

For a grumpy man, he could never say no to loving on animals.

"Clean up the blood," you laugh. "I'm going to make dinner. Sam, you and Bucky are welcome to stay."

The room is silent as you make your way towards the kitchen. As you are pulling the frozen lasagna out of the freezer, you hear Sam screech,

"What the hell did you do in that confessional booth?!"

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[ketamineharry]

Rose - Joshua Bradley 

Requested: No, I’m trying out my Doctor Who au and I’m seeing where this goes. This is the first part to the first episode. Please let me know if you’d like the second part. Lots of love xx

Your shift at Henricks was coming to a close. The tannoy informed customers that it was five minutes before closing time. Perfect! You could go home and relax, spend some more time with your boyfriend, Mickey and have chips for tea. As you approached the exit, the security guard, Liam, waved a clear plastic bag in front of your face.

Reluctantly, you snatched it out of his hand and ran for the closest lift. The journey to the basement, a short one. As you stepped out of the lift, the aura felt different, like you weren’t supposed to be there. Still, the sooner you found Wilson and dropped off his lottery money, the quicker you could go home and jump start your evening.

You stopped outside of Wilson’s office, knocked once and then patiently waited. You were unsure of his working pattern, as he was the chief electrician.

“Wilson? Wilson I’ve got the lottery money. Wilson are you there?” You called.

“I can’t hang about because they’re closing the shop. Wilson, oh come on!”

A clattering sound came from further down the corridor, assuming that was Wilson, you headed straight for it. Not really wanting to spend more time down in the basement than necessary, especially when the shop was closing soon.

“Hello? Hello, Wilson, it’s Y/N. Hello? Wilson?”

Hesitantly, you opened the door to the store room, and turned on the lights. They slowly flickered before they turned on completely. Boxes of clothes and mannequins filled the room, almost making it seem claustrophobic. There was however, still no sign of Wilson, despite the definite sound of movement coming from this room.

“Wilson? Wilson!”

Against better judgement, you walked further into the room. On the hunt for Wilson, so that you could give him his lottery money and be on your merry way. The further you got into the room however, the darker it seemed to get. Once you reached a certain point, however, the door slammed shut behind you.

Without hesitation, you ran back. It had to just be some sort of wind, or air vent that had caused the door to slam shut like that. After all, it just seemed to be you, these mannequins and the boxes of clothes in here. Potentially Wilson too, but you couldn’t be sure of that, and even if he was, he had to be further down into the room. You would have seen him run past, if he had been the one to slam the door. You tried with all of your might to get it open, but it just wouldn’t budge.

“You’re kidding me.” You mumbled, the inconvenience of the whole situation presenting itself more as annoyance and anger the longer that you had to deal with it. All that you had been tasked to do was give Wilson his lottery money, you hadn’t been expecting to go on a wild goose chase to look for him too.

More sounds, you were unable to distinctly say what they were coming from behind you. Whatever was causing this, you were trapped inside a storage cupboard with it. The fear made your heart beat faster. You were unsure how to tackle this situation, being someone who was just customer facing, this was beyond your capabilities.

“Is that someone mucking about? Who is it?” You asked, as you turned around. Trying not to let the fear show on your face too much. If this was a practical joke, or something of the like, you were certainly not going to let them see that this had affected you.

Slowly, a male mannequin wearing a blue smart shirt and black trousers, started making its way towards you. It’s movement was very slow and static, almost as if whatever was controlling it, or whoever was inside it was still trying to figure out how it all worked.

“Yeah, you got me… Very funny.” You said, your voice uncertain. The whole situation was beginning to creep you out and you definitely didn’t know how to handle it or make it better for yourself.

As you focussed your attention onto this mannequin, you could see that there were others beginning to follow suit. A second and third one. This had to be some sort of student prank. You just had to locate the cameras and have a little laugh and you’d be home soon enough.

“Right, I’ve got the joke. Who’s idea was this? Is it Derek’s is it? Derek is this you?” You ask, to none of the mannequins in particular, as they continued to move forward, the more they did the more that you were cornered into the left corner of the storage room, with seemingly no chance of escape. More of the dummies, continued to head towards you, like an army following it’s corporal.

The first mannequin that had begun the chase for you, raised its arm. You squeezed your eyes shut, and turned your head away. Ready for the students to jump out and start laughing at your uncomfort. Instead, you felt someone grab your hand. You gave him a quick glance, he wore a black leather jacket, a maroon jumper and black trousers.

“Run.” He instructed.

You did as you were told, still clinging onto his hand. As the mannequins followed you, the squeaking plastic was a telltale sign that they weren’t ready to give up just yet. The stranger led you into a service lift. The lead mannequin managed to squeeze its arm into the lift, grabbing at the air, trying to grab onto something or someone, as the lift doors closed. The strange man tugged at the arm and eventually managed to pull it off.

“You pulled his arm off!” You exclaimed, in disbelief more than anything.

“Yep. Plastic.” He informed you.

“Very clever. Nice trick! Who were they then, students?” You asked, attempting to get some sort of explanation out of this man. He seemed to know exactly what was going on.

“Why would they be students?”

“I don’t know.” You admitted, along with a shrug.

“Well, you said it. Why students?” He asked again.

“‘Cos to get that many people dressed up and being silly, they’ve gotta be students.” You explained.

“That makes sense. Well done.” He said, his praise authentic. Although, you could tell that he thought he was above you.

“Thanks.”

“They’re not students.”

“Whoever they are, when Wilson finds them, he’s going to call the police.” You stated.

“Who’s Wilson?”

“Chief electrician.”

“Wilson’s dead.” He said, so matter-of-factly that insensitive couldn’t have described it.

You exited the lift, and continued to walk towards the fire exit up ahead. The stranger, storming ahead. You struggled to keep up with him. It seemed like he was ready for action, some sort of hero. Yet here you were tagging along, just desperate to find out what was going on.

“That’s not funny, that’s sick.” You reprimanded him, barely believing what was happening. If someone had informed you this is how their workday had gone, you simply wouldn’t have believed them. You weren’t even sure if you believed your own eyes, and you were the one experiencing this.

“Hold on, mind your eyes.” He told you, as he pulled out a small metallic device before pointing it at the door. A bright blue light emitted from it, along with a weird sound.

“Who are you, then? Who’s that lot down there? I said who are they?” You demanded, this evening had been weird enough. All you wanted was answers. Perhaps some sort of therapy too.

“They’re made of plastic. Living plastic creatures. They’re being controlled by a relay device in the roof, which would be a great big problem, if I didn’t have this,” he began, as he presented you with what looked like a small bomb. “So, I’m going to go up there and blow them up, and I might well die in the process, but don’t worry about me. No, you go home. Go on. Go and have your lovely beans on toast. Don’t tell anyone about this, because if you do, you’ll get them killed.” He explained, as you walked out of the fire exit. The escape route for you was clear. He gave you a smile, before shutting the door again.

You stood there for a moment, however, trying to process what on Earth had just happened. This mysterious stranger had in essence, just saved your life and had disappeared again, potentially risking his own life to save others. He was certainly the heroic type.

The stranger, then opened the door again. This time the bomb was in his hand, you assumed ready for detonation. A massive smile plastered across his features.

“I’m the Doctor, by the way. What’s your name?” He asked you, his smile not wavering once.

“Y/N.” You told him, simply.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N. Run for your life!” He exclaimed excitedly, waving the bomb quickly at you, as a form of goodbye.

You quickly made your way to the main road, you just wanted to escape the scene as quickly as possible. You could feel your heart pounding as your feet hit the pavement, and then the road. A taxi beeped at you, as you almost became an ornament for its hood. The shop dummies, still present in the shop window, made you unmeasurably nervous.

Before you knew it, there was a loud bang and the building had been engulfed in bright orange and yellow flames. Your job, to put it simply, no longer existed and you were going to have some trauma to work through. This wasn’t exactly how you had planned your day was going to go. You just longed for things to go straight back to normal.

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[visionsofus]

i just binge read ur scarlet vision mixtape collection n i am in lov w it. is it possible to request me and my husband by mitski? thank u xx

anon thank you SO much for requesting this song - I’d never listened to it before! It fit perfectly and I hope you like the direction I took <3

Track #14: Me and My Husband by Mitski 

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Synopsis: Vision is reminded that it is Valentine's Day and decides to show up at Wanda's safehouse to surprise her. Fluff ensues and Wanda's fugitive teammates realise exactly how close the pair have become.

“So, when are you leaving?” Tony asked around a mouthful of egg and bacon. They were sat at the dining table, Tony eating his hastily prepared breakfast while Vision perused the news on the tablet in front of him. Many a morning was spent this way, just the two of them. Occasionally they were joined by Happy and other times it was just Vision on his own.  

“Leaving? To go where?” Vision asked looking up in surprise.

Tony raised his eyebrows but finished chewing before he spoke again. “To rendezvous with your lover?”

“Oh,” Vision said setting the tablet down, they usually didn’t speak about the weeks he disappeared from the compound to see Wanda. It had become something of a taboo, out of sight out of mind, which he supposed helped Tony cope with the risk Vision put himself in every few weeks. “We don’t have plans to meet up until the end of February.”

“You’re missing Valentine’s day?” Tony asked, surprised.

“Oh yes, that is today isn’t it?” Vision murmured folding his hands before him in contemplation. “Well, we didn’t speak about needing to spend the day together, it never really came up…”

Tony looked aghast.  

“I mean I don’t think it’s important,” Vision continued hesitantly but Tony had begun to shake his head.

“No, no, no that’s not gonna cut it,” he said wiping his mouth on a napkin and standing up. “C’mon you’re going to Canada.”

“Canada? Why?”

“Because I am not going to let you stand her up on the most romantic night of the year.”

That was how Vision ended up taking the quinjet up to Canada, arriving in the late afternoon. Tony had given him obscure coordinates taking him somewhere north of Calgary.  With the jet safely cloaked and hidden off the main road he began to short walk towards the nearby converted barn that the rest of the team were reportedly residing in. In the afternoon light the fields turned a golden green and seemed to stretch on for miles.

The barn was fairly unassuming from the outside, the only evidence it was lived in being the wide windows on the second floor and what appeared to be a recent coat of paint. He hoped that they wouldn’t have to move on for a while, that this would be isolated enough they could spend some time not running for their lives.

A thin path had been carved out through what would usually be a wild assortment of plants in the front garden, though it was now scarce thanks to winter’s frosts. Set in the middle of the front of the barn was a Dutch door and Vision stepped up to it, rapping the door knocker sharply. The house was silent inside and the only sign that anyone was home was the car sat dormant in the driveway. A distorted head shape edged into view through the frosted glass, and it floated there for a moment before the door swung open to reveal Sam Wilson.

“What the hell are you doing here?” He asked in disbelief.

“Very nice to see you as well, Sam,” Vision said smiling, “is Wanda in?”

“Is Wanda in?” Sam shook his head and looked over his shoulder. “Can’t think of anywhere else she would be, we are fugitives you know.”

“I am well aware.”

Sam sighed when the sarcasm didn’t hit. “Yeah sure, c’mon in. You weren’t followed here?”

“I cloaked the quinjet through the Air Defence Identification Zone and used a secure flight path,” Vision assured him as he stepped inside, immediately noting how warm it was.

“The others are through in the living room and I think Nat is out shopping,” Sam said shutting and locking the door behind him. “Why are you here though? Anything we need to be aware of?”

“Of course not,” Vision said trying to be assuring, suddenly realising how his presence could be misleading, “I’m just here for—”

He was cut off by the welcome sound of Wanda’s voice. “Vis!” she cried in excitement running around the corner, her sock clad feet slipping on the floor and sending her careening into his arms.

Vision laughed and dipped to catch her in a tight hug. She was wrapped up in a woollen sweater that he was quite sure had once been his, but that she must have commandeered on one of their trips in the last year. She had to stand on the tip of her toes to reach but pressed several kisses on his cheeks.

“What are you doing here?” Wanda demanded, leaning back to take him in, her eyes glowing happily.

“I thought I might surprise you,” Vision said quite conscious that Sam was staring open mouthed at them.

At that precise moment Steve walked in to join the group coalescing in front of the door. He was about to bite into an apple but paused when he saw who had joined them, disbelief colouring his newly bearded face.

“Captain,” Vision nodded, “sorry for dropping in unannounced.”

“Vision,” said a dumbstruck Steve, “you’re here… not in America…”

“Yes,” he said holding his arms out to demonstrate he was indeed, physically present.

“I thought we agreed to end of the month in Venice?” Wanda asked turning to him suspiciously.

“Well, you can’t expect me to not show up on Valentine’s day,” Vision said as though it were obvious, though it had not too been obvious to him mere hours ago. The other three stared at him blankly.

“Huh, 14thof February already?” Steve said to himself.

Wanda looked surprise and laughed in disbelief. “You’re right I had no idea you’d show up for Valentine’s day.”

Vision suddenly felt a little out of place. He always met Wanda alone, never with company. They hadn’t been around the other Avengers as anything more than friends, and by now they were much more than that. It had made so much sense to come for Valentine’s day when Tony had been explaining its significance, but perhaps he had overstated the day’s importance. Feeling like a bit of a fool Vision fished around in his pockets for an apt distraction his hand landing on a bar of chocolate. “I suppose you wouldn’t be wanting any of this chocolate then?”

“Not that I need bribery to have you near me,” she said more quietly taking his hand even as Vision withdrew the Sokovian chocolate she was so fond of. It was challenging to get a hold of thanks to limited imports since the Sokovia incident. Vision made sure to buy it at any opportunity and had since amassed a small collection back at the compound for times like this. She grinned as she accepted the chocolate bar and gave him a quick peck on the lips.

“Well chocolate and Valentine’s day wishes delivered, I suppose I should leave,” Vision said looking around to see that Sam and Steve were having a silent conversation that was mostly raised eyebrows and shrugged shoulders.

“What are you talking about?” Wanda asked. “You’ve come all the way here you’re at least spending the night. Come on, I’ll show you the house.”

Secretly glad, he let her lead him around. She started at the floor they were currently on, showing him the quaint kitchen at the back of the house and the interconnected living room complete with cosy armchairs and a crackling fireplace. Upstairs were several bedrooms, not particularly large but it meant that they could each have their own spaces. Her bedroom was cast in a warm orange glow as she led him in around a small bed and pointed out the view that she had come to love over the last few weeks. It comforted him to know that she was able to have a space in this way, where she could keep things on a bedside table and put her clothes in a closet instead of the living out of a bag she did when they travelled together.

Back downstairs Natasha had returned, and Sam and Steve were unpacking the shopping in the kitchen as she unwound a scarf and removed her beanie, which had apparently been in the interest of protecting her identity.

“Good to see you Vision,” Nat said grinning at him, and he found comfort in her reaction. It wasn’t that Sam and Steve hadn’t been friendly, but it was as though they didn’t know why he was here and that made him nervous, it made him doubt.

But Wanda was his grounding force and she continued to act as though nothing were different. And so, Vision chose to follow her lead, focusing on his most important person instead of his worries.

They didn’t leave each other’s side for the remainder of the afternoon and he helped Wanda prepare the dinner when she explained it was her turn to cook for her fugitive housemates. She’d decided on a stir fry and he diligently set about slicing up the vegetables for her.

“You travelled here ok?” She said leaning her head against his shoulder as she cooked the noodles and Vision slid a responding arm around her waist.

“Of course,” he said kissing the top of her forehead.

“There was no trouble with Stark even though this wasn’t in the calendar?”

“It wouldn’t matter even if there was,” he replied and knew it was true. He was glad that Tony was so supportive of his relationship with Wanda but equally understood that nothing would have stopped him continuing to see her.  

Steve and Sam came bustling through the kitchen collecting plates and cutlery for the dining table. Vision made to draw back but Wanda grabbed his hand and kept it pressed to her side, giving him a reassuring smile that said all he needed to hear, he ducked his head to kiss her once more. On the way out Vision heard Steve loudly whisper “I think they’re really cute”. Sam’s exasperated response was, “Of course you do”.

“Who would have thought Captain America was such a sap when he wasn’t working,” Wanda said quietly to Vision as he drowned out the bickering now taking place in the other room. “He watches more rom-coms movies than all of us put together.”

It was nice to share a meal with the teammates he had grown so close to but hadn’t seen in so long, even if Vision wasn’t actually eating. They told him stories of their travels in the last eighteen months, mostly sticking to the good times though he was aware there were difficult sides to every anecdote they shared. Vision had heard stories from Wanda of the early days on the run where they took turns sleeping and keeping watch, no matter where they were or how strong the locks might be. It was a time of constant strife from what he understood. It was a relief, then, to see them in a place like this and though he knew it would be hard to stay here for ever, he was glad to hear they had plans to stay until Wanda returned from the Venice trip in April.

Afterwards he hung behind with Steve in the kitchen and helped wash up.

“It’s good you’re here,” Steve said handing him a clean plate to dry up, “it’s nice to see her so happy.”

Vision smiled at the acknowledgment, wiping the plate dry with a tea towel and setting it on the counter. “She is the strongest person I know.” Then, softer, “but I wish I could be there more often to help shoulder her burden.”

Steve hummed in agreement. “It sort of came as a surprise to all of us when she told us she’d started seeingyou. Sure, we assumed things, but I don’t think it was really clear until tonight. I’m happy for you both.”

Vision was aware that Wanda had never really sat the rest of her teammates down to hash out the specifics of what she was doing with Vision when they were away. She was content in knowing that they supported her in pursuing the relationship they now had and had never seen reason to share more than she needed to. She’d confided that there were times when she wanted to boast about their relationship, taking pride in the bond they shared which made him happy. But they both shared the feeling that the intimacy they had couldn’t be explained simply, it was uniquely theirs and he was content to not share it with anyone else if Wanda was as well.  

“It’s a relief for me, knowing that she has you,” Steve went on, “the loneliness is hard on all of us, all this moving around. Wanda had only just begun calling the compound home when we had to leave, so I’m glad she has you to come back to.”

It warmed Vision’s heart to hear how highly Wanda was appreciated in Steve’s mind, and it reassured him that she had a strong friendship with her team that could keep her afloat when they couldn’t be together.

The evening was growing late by the time they reconvened in the living room with the rest of the house’s inhabitants. Sam had stretched himself out on the couch and was starting to nod off. Nat sat in raptures over the program on television, which, by the sound of the narration, was a David Attenborough wildlife documentary.

Wanda rose from where she had been curled up in a comfy armchair and took Vision’s hand, pulling him over. Her eyes glowed with such open happiness that he couldn’t help the feeling that he was falling more and more every time they were near. It had been happening for months now, or years more likely, but at times like this it hit him just how in love he was.  

He sat down in the chair, sinking into its comfy embrace and held his arms out for Wanda who didn’t hesitate in climbing into his lap, settling against his chest and dangling her feet over the arms of the chair. He closed his eyes sighing in content, if only every night could be this way. They didn’t need a fancy dinner out, and the chocolates he gave her had been more than those little heart shaped ones he saw on tv, they’d shared a dinner with her closest friends and now settled down in a space she felt comfortable and safe in. It was his perfect evening, and he did his best to capture it in his mind, saving it to pour over and relive in the moments when they were separated, and he missed her most.

As he opened his eyes, he found her gazing at him and she scrunched her nose up happily when their eyes met. She kissed him once quickly, but he managed to tease one more longer kiss out of her before she settled into his arms fully and closed her eyes.

Vision had expected some sort of sarcastic comment regarding their affection, but the living room was comfortably quiet aside from the calming voice over of David Attenborough on the tv. A quick look over his shoulder showed that Natasha was the only one paying them real attention, she smiled at Vision and gave him a slight nod. He smiled back, a moment of gratitude for each other for being such constants in Wanda’s life.

One by one Steve, Sam and Nat trickled off upstairs, Steve pausing to whisper that he’d checked all the locks and the security system and to just turn the lights off when they went to bed. Wanda was asleep against Vision’s chest and had been for a while now, but she was so peaceful that he couldn’t bear to move her.

So, she slept on and Vision peered outside the windows into the desolate fields that spanned out from the property. He could just see the rising moon peeking out from behind the clouds, casting a strong milky glow on the fields. The fire popped and crackled more quietly now, nearly out, its last embers of warmth keeping the room nice and toasty against the February chill outside.

It was sat there in the old leather armchair with his lover gathered in his arms, miles away from any of the problems they faced in the real world that Vision stole a few breaths to let his thoughts wonder. Thinking of all the time they had been together, all that they had been through and with more challenges no doubt in their future. How he had, against all odds, fallen in love with the remarkable woman asleep in his lap, and that she had returned his affection so fervently. He often thought about the different kinds of love, wondering what he had with Wanda. Initially, when they’d lived at the compound together, he had been sure it was just curiosity, that he was only responding to how she treated him. As someone normal, a friend, a companion. Then, as time went on, he thought it might be infatuation, the desire he’d felt to be near her, to be the reason she smiled but ultimately, a short term attachment. That had all changed in the polarising events of the Accords which he had been sure would tear them apart, but here they were, over a year later and he was still very much in love. Perhaps it was as the Greeks said, six different kinds of love for different relationships. Of all the renditions, Vision supposed Pragma was closest to how he felt, the love that was not only about falling but learning to stand up and keep walking. Beyond this, Vision felt a strange certainty that they’d always be together, in some shape or form and that, when separated, they’d always find their way back to each other.

The fire finally seemed to have given all it could, and so Vision shifted slightly, rubbing Wanda’s arm to rouse her. “I’m going to take you upstairs, Wanda,” he said quietly.

“Alright,” she smiled raising her arms up sleepily which he laughed at, winding them around his neck before he lifted her up.

Upstairs he pulled the covers aside and lay her down, brushing her hair out of her face and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

“Get in bed,” she hissed covering her eyes against the overhead light which he quickly switched out.

“So demanding,” he chuckled but relented, going around the other side and changing into lighter clothes for sleeping in.

“Is there anything else you need?” Wanda said absentmindedly, still playing the host. “Another pillow? Blankets?”

Vision sighed and instead pulled her closer so that he might press his chest to her back and wrap his arms around her waist. He kissed her cheek and felt her smile into the cosy room. “I have you, my love, what else could I possible need?”

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[simsadventures]

Better Like This: Chapter 2: I Need Answers

Chapter Summary: You can’t wrap your head around the actions of what you think is your mate, so you try to distract yourself by diving into your first case with the SVU. You are, however, not willing to let go and you need your answers. Will Bucky talk to you, or is he going to try to stay clear from you as long as possible? And why is he acting like such a jerk?

Warnings: mentions of rape, a/b/o dynamics,, Alpha!Bucky, Omega!reader swearing, rejected mate, angst (I guess), fluffy Scott, sad reader

Word Count: 2474

A/N: I just wanted to thank you guys for the kind words after publishing the first part. You are the best. I can always take suggestions, so if you want something to happen, let me know and I’ll see what I can do with that :) xx

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You stood there, staring at the closed doors, your brain void of any thoughts. You wanted to think something, really, but your brain just stopped working the second the Alpha ran out of the door. 

You also didn’t hear the way the team shut up, trying to figure out what the hell just happened, and why did one of their own just bolt seeing you, as if the electricity went through his body. 

The first one to speak up was Tony. “Well, that was weird and awkward. That was Sargent Barnes, and the guy not running away from here is detective Sam Wilson.” Sam nodded your way and shrugged his shoulders apologetically, not really knowing how to explain his partner’s behaviour. 

You shook your head, trying to get rid of all the negative thoughts creeping into your mind once again and looked at the Captain, silently begging him to talk about something, anything really. 

He obviously took the hint as he spoke as soon as he looked your way. “Ok, that is almost our whole team, you’ll meet Clint, our tech guy later. So, to get to the work, before detective Y/L/N came in, I got a call from 76th precinct. They believe they have one of our cases. An Omega was raped and almost strangled to death in her home by what they believe was some young Alpha, but that is as far as they got. They would like us to take it from there, so, Y/L/N, Lang, you go to the hospital and talk to our victim, make sure they are treating her right. Wilson, go find Barnes, and you guys go the crime scene. And make sure Bucky calls me, he’s got things to explain. Stark, to the 76th precinct, get all the files they made for this case and debrief the detectives working on the case, the more information, the better. You know the drill guys, let’s get to work. Dismissed.” 

With that, he turned around and strode to his office. Scott jabbed you lightly to your ribs and pretty much dragged you out fo the place, for you were still very much frozen by Bucky’s (or whatever) actions. 

“C’mon dude, let’s go help some people. And you can tell me what that was all about in the car.” He smirked at you. 

“I wish I fucking knew, Scott. I-I-“you stuttered. You didn’t really feel the need to tell him how you thought Bucky was your true mate. You did know him for about 15 minutes. “I’ve never met this guy before, you know? No idea what’s his problem.” You shrugged, deciding that not telling the whole truth was just safer. For now. At least you thought so.

“I do believe you, dude, it was the little whine that’s making me question shit.” Fuck! “No idea what you’re talking about,” you shrugged, trying to sound as convincing as you possibly could. “I’m that kind of person who just wants to get along with everyone, so you just probably heard my disappointment when I saw someone obviously not liking me from the very first second,” you concluded. 

It wasn’t a lie entirely, you did want to get along with everyone, but you would never whine just like that, had you not had your reasons. Scott just hummed in response and the rest of the drive to the hospital was in comfortable silence. 

Meanwhile, in front of Sam’s car, the situation looked a bit different. He yelled at Bucky for bolting like this, wanting to know the reason. “What’s gotten into you, man? Do you like know her or something? Have you knotted her during your rut and never called her again, or what? Talk to me, man.” 

“I don’t know her, and I don’t want to know her, there’s that. Not that it would be any of your business, or anything.” Bucky almost growled. Sam just raised his eyebrow and sarcastically rolled his eyes. Bucky’s been his partner for the last 5 years, and one of his best friends for about the same amount of time. He knew when his friend was full of shit, but also knew when he should actually shut up if he didn’t want to experience the wrath of the Metal Arm. Bucky didn’t get this one of his nicknames coincidentally, and Sam was unfortunate enough to have been on the receiving end of the wrath far too many times. Bucky was a good guy, it was just that his temper got the best of him sometimes. 

“Yeah, before I forget, Steve wanted you to call him and explain yourself to him.” 

“I don’t need to explain anything, I went out, end of the story, now get in the car so we can actually start working, you ass.” 

“I’m the ass here, huh? Have you looked in the mirror today, Barnes? ‘Cause you’re the only one looking like a pile of shit.” Sam almost didn’t get to finish his sentence as Bucky punched his shoulder, but Sam was too used to it now. He just laughed and made a mental note to keep a good eye on his friend.

The talk with the victim was very short because her throat was so damaged, the only thing she was able to do (and even that she did barely) was nodding or shaking her answering your and Scott’s questions. All you got from her, was that she woke up in the middle of the night, feeling a certain uneasiness in her bones. This sixth sense of hers was true for right in front of her bed stood a tall man, an Alpha, with a mask on his face. You didn’t want to go in too much detail, and you really couldn’t because of her injury. 

You were actually lucky to have any kind of conversation with her because about 10 minutes into your “dialogue” she started to lose consciousness and they had to rush into the OR. 

But what you did get from the visit to the hospital, was the conversation you had with one of the victim’s doctors. She told you that the victim had what looked like bruises made by fingers, even showing you and Scott some photos they took so you could have a closer look. 

“Can we have those?” you asked, full-on detective by now. “Of course, we have one copy here for later examination and to contrast the healing, but these were made specifically for you.” You smiled thankfully at her and bid your goodbyes before heading towards Scott’s car (you guess as he was your partner that it would be ok to call the car yours too). 

“So what do you think we’re dealing with here?” Scott asked you once you were seated and on your way towards the headquarters. “I have no idea yet, but probably some sick bastard who can’t even show his face while attacking an innocent and helpless Omega.” Scott just hummed in agreement, and the rest of the ride was spent by talking about his Omega, Hope, who was a scientist and a hell of a one, from what Scott was saying. He was so in love, you couldn’t help but let your mind drift back to your mate, the one abandoning you in front of the whole team without as much as an acknowledgement. 

Once you came to the headquarters, you immediately smelt the most delicious thing, once again, your Alpha. Or rather, the Alpha you felt like should be yours but was far from it. 

He looked up too, only to shake his head as if in disapproval and continued his talk with Sam and Natasha. You wanted to do something, your mind was picking between breaking into a sobbing mess and smacking the Alpha across his face with the closest object you could find.

Before you could do any of the two (and you were suddenly more inclined to hurt the asshole), your Captain came in the view. “So, what’s the status? What did we find, team?” The room fell silent and everyone grouped into a half-circle so that everyone could see everyone. Yay, just what you needed!

“The detectives from the 76th didn’t really know anything, they spoke to some people who thought they heard some noises, but most of them were seniors who couldn’t really remember what day it was so there’s that. One guy, though, said that he saw a tall Alpha running by him, around 2.30 AM, which seems like the time the guy left our victim. But it was dark, and the guy couldn’t see much, so I’m not sure if we can get anything out of it. He’s in one of the conference rooms, and I’ll go talk to him and try and get more information, but I don’t think there will be much, Cap.” Tony concluded his findings. 

“The crime scene was a mess, Steve,” your Alpha (you had to remind yourself that he wasn’t your freaking Alpha) Bucky said. “We were able to get a picture of what happened and how it happened, but the techs were already there, so if he left something there, they would’ve found it. What we could tell, was that he got there from the window, motherfucker must have climbed the fire-stairs, unhooked the window and was it and the poor Omega didn’t stand a chance.” He shrugged and you could have sworn it was the sexiest thing you’ve ever seen. God, you were pathetic!

It was now your turn to speak up, and you could feel all the eyes on you. All of them except the ones you actually wanted to feel. You shook off the disappointment and told the team about your findings. Captain nodded after you concluded your little speech and dismissed all of you, letting you work on your own. 

You saw Bucky turning around and starting to leave the circle, and you decided to follow him. You needed your answers, and you needed them now!

“Hey, Barnes, can I have a word?” you whisper-yelled at him. He looked taken aback by your approach but shook off any emotion from his face before speaking up. 

“I don’t really wanna talk to you, so if I can choose, then no, you can’t have a word with me.” And with that he turned around and started to walk away once again. He had the nerve to walk away from you just like that! Naah, you weren’t having it, not this time!

“I would appreciate it if we could have a conversation, and somewhere private, preferably.” 

You didn’t even realise it, but he was not standing right in front of you, towering over you and silently growling. “We aren’t going anywhere together. Look, I don’t know what you think you feel but don’t. I’m not looking for an Omega, never wanted one, never will want one, so deal with it. You are all the same, and I want no part in that,” he growled the whole time and finally turned around and walked towards Sam, who was watching the interaction and silently waiting for Bucky to join him. 

Didn’t want an Omega? All the same? What? WHAT? You had no clue what was happening, and if it were up to you, you would’ve crawled under some table and just cry and pity yourself, because your true mate just basically rejected you. 

But, and for the first time today, you had Scott behind your ass the whole time, and you were really thankful for it, who now grabbed your elbow and dragged you out of the place. You looked towards the table which was shared by Sam and Bucky. Scott didn’t miss your tilted head, nor did he miss the very silent, but very present whine that escaped your throat. He looked towards that table too and put a protective arm around your shoulders to lead you out of there. 

“You don’t need to speak about it, but let me tell you one thing. Bucky- he is a strange guy. He is one hell of a detective, hell, he’s solved more cases than me, Natasha and Tony combined. But he is also very closed off, I mean, the first three months with the unit, he wouldn’t even acknowledge my presence, he would always look through me, or something. Only after I “proved” to him that I was worth his time would he start talking to me.

Look, I don’t know what his problem is, the Cap just told me he had it rough. All I know is that he was in a war and that it probably scarred him for life. I don’t know if he’s your true mate or what, but just… Give it time, let him see what I see the first second after meeting you and what I hope I’ll get to know more from now on. You are a fantastic detective, we all know that, and believe me, when I say it, you are an amazing person too. I can just smell that, call it a sixth sense, or something. So, just give him time, and if he doesn’t pull his head out of his ass, I’ll be the first one to beat the shit out of him.” 

You were now sitting in a local pub, each of you nursing a bear. You couldn’t help but wonder what did you do to deserve a partner like Scott, who after spending just one day with you, an Omega, for God’s sake, was willing to beat someone up because they were hurting you.

You smiled at him. “Thank you, Scott, you can’t even imagine how much this means to me. But trust me, if he doesn’t give up that attitude of his, I’ll be the first one breaking a chair on his back. You can beat him up after that.” 

Scott laughed at your little outburst and shook his head. “You’re something else, Y/N. But deal!” 

But while you were leaving with Scott, too busy with your own thoughts, Bucky was having some thoughts on his own. He had to stifle a growl threatening to escape his chest when he saw Scott protectively putting an arm around you, his Omega. NO! He had to stop himself from thinking about you like that. 

Of course, he knew you were supposed to be his from the very second he stepped into the office. He buzzed all morning, knew something was up, but never expected to meet his true mate. But he couldn’t let you in. Just couldn’t. His heart wouldn’t take another heartbreak, and that’s why he tried so hard to stay away from you, even though his Alpha side was screaming for you. Luckily, he had enough self-control to never let this side win.

At least he hoped so. 

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Hey! I’ve been looking all night (lmao) for a whump oneshot where Peter suffers from a serious head injury? Thanks :)))

Head injury oneshot rec list.

There’s a lot a fics that fit what you are looking for Nonny, so we put together a large rec list of oneshots where Peter gets a head injury. Hopefully one of these is your lost fic. Enjoy!

The Short List by LogLady (OodLaLa)

“Kid, you know that I have a very short list of people who I would move heaven and Earth for.”With his flesh hand, he began to tick off names.“Pepper. Morgan. Rhodey. Happy…and you. You made the cut, Pete. And honestly? I don’t know what else I have to do to prove to you that you made the list.“Iron Man is retired but Tony Stark will never stop playing superhero for his kids.OrPeter Parker has a high school diploma and not a lick of common sense.Set three years post- Endgame. Featuring retired Tony and walking disaster Peter Parker.

Lost and Confused by Capstar98

Peter doesn’t know where his is, but he knows he’s safe when Tony’s around.(aka Peter has a concussion)

almost home by parkrstark @parkrstark

Peter doesn’t want to die. He just wants to go home.

Star Spangled Knockout by whumphoarder @whumphoarder

Prompt: “One of the Avengers accidentally hurts Peter and Tony is furious, so not only is Peter badly hurt but another member of the team is stricken with serious guilt.”

head trauma by peter_parkerson @peter-parkerson​

His head hurts. That’s hard to ignore.He’s bleeding. His eyesight is not exactly at its peak. He’s more than a little woozy.Are those signs of a concussion? If he was a little more lucid, he could say for sure, but as it is, he can’t quite remember. There’s ways to test for a concussion, aren’t there? But do they all involve another person?Fuck. He needs to do…something. Put the mask back on and call for help? Probably, but that sounds so incredibly unappealing. Wait here for someone to find him? Maybe, but then he has to sit here with this damn headache for who knows how long. Get up and try to go find someone himself? Hm.Yeah. That sounds good.

Away from the Sun by xxx_cat_xxx @xxx-cat-xxx

Tony makes it to his knees and bends over Peter, feeling his heart thud against his ribcage at an ever-rising speed. There’s blood flowing from a gash on the kid’s temple, and he looks still, awfully still.-or-Peter gets injured, Tony gets injured, and neither of them is quite over Titan yet.

xx. concussion by tempestaurora @tempestaurora

It had happened in gym, when Peter lost focus for a moment and stacked it during the obstacle course, his head slamming into the ground. The entire gym had gone silent when Peter didn’t immediately move, before Coach Wilson raced across the room to Peter’s side, who then groaned quietly into the floor.Ned had volunteered to take him to the nurse’s station when he counted Wilson’s two held up fingers as six.

Thud by Webtrinsic @webtrinsic1122

Peter had been slammed into the wall hard, and Tony was sure his heart stopped.

When the day’s over, will you remember me? by Webtrinsic @webtrinsic1122

June 20, 2016 had been the day his son had been taken. Tortured. Hit over the head one to many times, and everyday now. It was June 20th. It’d always be that day to him, and Tony knew it’d always be his fault.

The Price of Disobeying Orders by Groot_Is_God @groot-is-god

“What’s up kid?” Tony asked, his voice patching through Peter’s suit immediately.“My senses led me to a loading dock not far from where you left me.” Peter reported. “I’m going to go investigate while you come over.”“No! Peter wait for- “Tony’s voice says before Peter ends the call.Ignoring Mr. Stark’s warning, Peter sneaks over to the loading dock. A truck had driven up during his call, but he didn’t see any people around.“Sir, you really should wait for backup.” Karen pleaded.Peter ignores the AI and carefully walks over to the truck.orPeter doesn’t listen to Tony and ends up getting hurt.

I Have a Teenager by Withstarryeyes

Peter gets injured but plays off his injuries, going home and ignoring them. Tony comes to check on him and freaks the heck out because Peter is not okay.

Head Trauma by hailingstars @hailing-stars

Peter crashes through Tony’s window during a Thunderstorm with his head gushing blood and with a Father’s Day card in hand.

#found fic #blood/injury #whump #hurt!peter #fic rec list #head injury

[crocgirl420]

naddpod anon here, happy almost new year (it’s 9pm rn)!!! listened to the finale, it was grea. the amount of damage hardwon dealt rocked me to my core!!! jaw dropped at how big those numbers were. i thought thiala’s ideology was very interesting and i appreciated how she was a complex villain. i am also with you that they need to #releasetheletter. the last time i heard a true DND show finale was TAZ, so i expected to know more about how the characters lives resolved, but i appreciate the (1/3)

ambiguity because it allows us to revisit them later potentially! idk if they ever would but it’s nice to be able to create your own ending too. it makes me v happy to know that you hate amir actually bc a shitty ex of mine showed me jake and amir vids and i did Not Get It but now that i like jake i was like “do i have to admit that i was wrong” but i trust that no i was not! it was just amir throwing off the vibes. i am watching unsleeping city s2 but i’ve only seen the first 2 eps cause (2/3)

i’m still living at home (i’m going back to my college city on jan 3rd so i will have time to consume lots more content like the rest of eldermourne past ep. 1). i love that murph is a paladin again because as emily says, he just is one at heart and it’s nice to see him enjoy himself like that. i think it’s gonna take a bit of time for me to become attached to cody like the rest of the gang but i dig that he’s almost an antagonist in a way! (3/3)

Happy New year!!!!!!! I love this update, thank you so much for sharing. like truly a really nice note to end the year on. 

First, RELEASE THE LETTER. Jake said on a recent livestream that he sees it all the time because he typed it in his notes app and he doesn’t have a lot of notes or whatever so it’s just there whenever he opens the app. Idk if you have patron access/listen to the short rest, but for what it’s worth, after ep 99 Emily and Jake talked about their characters ~feelings for each other~ and it basically came down to Moonshine wasn’t interested in “settling down” or monogamy or whatever, and Hardwon just wanted to keep being her biggest fan. but they made it clear that there were def romantic feelings on both ends. 

Second, I agree that Thiala was a really good villain! Like was she wrong and evil? yes. But murph really captured the grayness of it all where she would frequently make good points but like.......okay the answer to that problem still isn’t fascism? But I remain steadfast in this: Thiala is SEXY

After the finale I did go insane a little bit over the Thiala/Alanis dynamic and made a Thialanis playlist which is my most listened-to playlist of 2020. The Light by Stars is on it and Angels by the xx and Poison and Wine by The Civil Wars and a few other songs and it TRULY taps into something absolutely feral in me. Yes I've drank half a bottle of champagne already tonight. But like imagine you’re a genius stoner wizard bitch and you just saved the world with your hot nun girlfriend and your jock best friend and then all of a sudden your nun girlfriend becomes a fucking genocidal fascist dictator and you have to dedicate your next FIVE LIFETIMES to finding a way to stop her that doesn’t allow another fascist dictator to rise to power in her stead? 

Third, I LOVE Cody. It might take you a second to warm up to him, but he builds a REALLY good dynamic with both Pete and Ricky. He really brings out the best in Pete and the worst in Ricky and it’s soooooo good. I just finished watching this week’s episode and I simply can’t get enough Ricky/Cody dynamic. 

POTENTIAL ELDERMOURNE SPOILERS BUT JUST STRUCTURALLY NOT PLOT-WISE: caldwell is on paternity leave (!!!!!!!!!!!) so they’re leaving the current characters behind for a second and cutting, game of thrones style, over to another part of the world with new characters, and they just announced today that LOU WILSON is going to guest for the entire arc! I'm soooo excited! I love Lou, I think he’s SO funny and he’s a fantastic role-player. I think he’ll bring some really intense role-play out of Jake and I'm excited to see it!

love you! happy new year!!!!!!!!!! please continue to keep me posted, it truly is such a delight

[bare-a-pop-operaa]

PART 1, Ackley Bridge Fanfiction set in 2x09 after Kevin is taken to hospital where we see our Wilson boys get the support they deserve. Hope you enjoy!!

‘Don’t worry about it, I’ll sort everything out at home and be waiting with a cuppa for when you get back, alright?’

Cory nodded and tightened his jaw, fighting back tears, as the ambulance door closed. Growing up on the Birchwood Estate hadn’t been a walk in the park for either of them, but it still hit Anna really hard to see the telltale signs of her lifelong neighbour trying not to cry; balled-up fists, looking up, closing eyes. Just the thought of it made her own eyes water as she turned to face the surly, stooped figure of Cory’s younger brother, Jordan.

Anna’s heart broke at that moment as their eyes met. She was resoundly anti-romance-novel-tropes and in any other circumstance would say eyes holding emotions was total bollocks, but at that moment Jord’s eyes gave away all the emotion he wouldn’t allow the rest of him to show. She scrambled for words that would make the events of the year better or even more tolerable. What felt like hours of eye contact and said scrambling happened before she finally plumped for ‘would you like a cuppa?’

‘Ta’

Anna started to make her way towards the Wilson house.

‘Wait, can we....go to your house?’

She could’ve kicked herself. Of COURSE he didn’t want to go back to his old house, last time he saw the peeling paint of that hallway was when social services came to take him into custody.

‘Sure. Think i might have biscuits too and Danny’s still at home’

Jordan couldn’t suppress a smile at that. Anna’s older brother Danny was autistic, and she reckoned they got on so well becuase their relationship mainly consisted of building ridiculously complicated Lego castles and watching the same documentaries about the history of stately homes across the country (Danny’s knowledge on the subject never ceased to amaze) and almost entirely non-verbal communication. Danny could talk perfectly when he felt the situation demanded it but preferred to sign when he could, and Jordan? Well, he was the particular mix of surly and shy that made talking in full sentences in anything other than an emergency made his lip curl, so the arrangement suited him very well indeed.

Anna thought about this as she boiled the kettle. Jordan did seem to display a less intense version of a lot of Danny’s traits, such as communication, resistance to being hugged or touched, trailing his fingers across the corduroy of the Carr family sofa almost the whole time he was round their house, which was often. She wouldn’t have been suprised if at least some of all that (admittedly well-founded) anger was disguised anxiety, which Danny also felt very strongly. However, he had Kevin Wilson for a father, and Anna had no doubt he wanted a neurodivergent son as much as the plague.

‘Would you like bourbons or ginger nuts?’

‘First one. Danny too.’

They only had one turret to go of a replica castle so came to drink, Jordan wearing Danny’s spare ear defenders as he often did when Dan offered them to him. Their rickety table creaked as three sets of elbows set on it and for a good few minutes all that could be heard was three separate slurps. For the first time in a long while, Jordan was the one to break the silence as he took the defenders off and began fiddling with the stickers on the side.

‘Why’d you think he did it?’

‘Kevin?’

‘Yeah’

A silence.

‘I reckon.....your dad hasn’t been well for a proper long time. The shopping and stuff I bought earlier was for Cory, becuase I think Kevin hasn’t been on top of his shit for a long time.’

‘The food bank skank thing. I heard’

‘Don’t worry, I told that privileged bitch where to stick it. Even Riz was disgusted with her.’

‘Good.’

Another long silence.

‘They feeding you alright? At that foster place? You have your GCSE’s coming up, they can’t not give you proper nutrition, like’

‘They ain’t done owt wrong. Proper do gooders’

‘Will they come to pick you up? Or would you like to stay here overnight? It’s really no issue, I’ll make up the sofa for yous just like when we were kids, and maybe we could have pancakes in the morning if there’s enough time, like’

As Anna continued to ramble, Danny padded up to Jordan, looked at his sister and rolled his eyes. Jordan smiled. He was right in saying his foster parents were total do-gooders but they didn’t really know him, and he expected they didn’t really want to, not really. Not on a personal level. But here.... Jordan looked around at the drawings on the fridge from a decade ago, the familiar crayoned faces smiling back at him. The exact two and a half sugars he liked in his tea. The crumpets Anna was now making for his tea, one with marmite and the other with crunchy peanut butter, just how he liked them. Yeah, he thought. This is home.

‘Nah, they’ll come get me at six.’

‘You sure you don’t want to stay? It’s really no bother’

‘No, you’re alright. Dad’ll be....’

He did not want to be anywhere near Birchwood once his dad was home. He had come over to the house that afternoon to see Cory and Kevin in a controlled home visit, to see if any kind of repair to their relationship could be made. But the damage Jordan had suffered went far beyond the physical bruises, and just the visual picture of his fathers icy gaze brought bile to his throat. It was insane, Jordan thought, that his own dad was on a roof ready to jump and the only person he could think about was Cory. Cory. The lad-about-town, charismatic rugby player reduced to tears in front of everyone in the street. Cory, who had been sleeping with women and taking their food so he wouldn’t starve. Cory who thinks this was all his fault.

Jordan turned about with a start and punched the wall. Immediately Anna and Danny were there.

‘It’s alright lad, it’s gonna be alright’ Anna said as she rubbed his shoulder. He leaned into her, the weight of all the pain he had been carrying around since his mam left them all those years ago suddenly causing him to buckle.

‘Is it alright if I give you a hug?’

‘A quick one’

Anna shifted her weight onto both legs and pulled him in, rubbing his back comfortingly in a quick squeeze before pulling away so to not overstep Jordan’s boundaries. He looked down at her, the tiniest (and saddest, Anna later thought) smile forming on his lips.

‘Thank you. For alla this.’

‘Don’t be stupid, you’re practically my brother. It’s nearly six, go help Danny with that last turret before your fosters get here.’

‘Will do’

Danny and Jordan sat in amicable silence for another half hour, occasionally signing to each other, until his foster parents arrived. They began to get out of the car as Jordan stepped out onto the front path, but he waved them back in.

He turned to face Danny and Anna. The former had a slightly squished mars bar in his outstretched hand, which Jordan smiled and took. He used to nick these from the corner shop for them to eat in secret behind the garden wall before going to the Carr house for tea. Danny signed ‘I’ll see you soon’ and squeezed Jordan’s hand quickly, before going to sit at the living room window to watch him leave. Anna was welling up.

‘Don’t be soft man, I’ll be okay’

‘You sure? It isn’t too late to just come stay with me’

‘You’re alright, but thanks’

A pause. Suddenly , Jordan lurched into Anna’s arms, latching onto her for a second and squeezing before letting go.

‘Look after our Cory when he gets home. Please.’

‘That I can do. And I’ll ring you later, okay? Or you ring me, anytime. I will pick up.’

‘Ta. I’ll see you at school.’

Anna took his hand and held it for a moment. ‘Look after yourself, Wilson.’

‘Will do.’ He walked straight to the car, got in and waved to Danny through the window.

‘Love you, Jordan!’

‘You too’

And with that he was gone.

Anna stayed still for a minute outside, until she saw her mother amble down the road on the way home from work. She stopped at the door.’

‘What’s been going on? It’s dead quiet here’

Suddenly Anna just didn’t have the energy to discuss it. ‘Danny’ll explain. I’ve got to go to the Wilsons. Don’t wait up’

It took her almost three hours to get the place back into some semblance of order. Glasses and old cereal bowls were strewn everywhere, gathering dust and mould. The only thing in the fridge was half a NutriGrain bar. Cranberry and chocolate too, Cory’s least favourite.

She got the long awaited text from Cory at just gone 10 that night.

‘On way home.’

‘I’ll put the kettle on xx’

She got out two mugs after boiling the kettle, the ones she had bought with her pocket money as an eight-year-old for Corys birthday that had different dinosaur patterns on them, hers stegosaurus, his diplodocus. Suddenly she aches for the easier times, of chocolate bars and literacy homework and hopscotch with all the kids on the street while the adults sat and smoked. Neil Connor, Jake and Stacy Earnshaw, Candice and Sam Murgatroyd, Jamie New when he still saw his dad regularly, the Wilsons, Danny and her. She had forgotten just how good those times were, how simple the world seemed to be.

She was pulled out of these thoughts by the sound of a key scraping in the lock, and she rushed to the front door to greet the owner of said key as early as she could. Something told her that with the state Cory was likely to be in, this night had only just begun.

#ackley bridge #cory wilson #jordan wilson #ackley bride fanfiction #nory

[sweeetmonstrosity]

Lightning Bug

Summary: In which your king finds out you’ve been keeping something from him.

Pairing: Thor Odinson x Enhanced!reader

Warnings: Slight cursing and fluff.

Square filled: Caught red handed

Word count: 1529

Link: AO3

A/N: This one is written for my @marvelfluffbingo card. please, judge kindly! As always, any feedback is appreciated! xx 

Storms. They were probably the only thing that completely terrified you. There wasn’t really a significant reason for it, they were just something you despised with your entire being.

Whenever a storm was said to be coming in, you tried to get all your errands done in the days before, so you didn’t take a chance of getting caught in the storm. Usually, it worked without any problems. You never had to venture out. But, of course, the worst storm your small town had ever seen came as a complete surprise to everyone and you ended up stuck right in the middle of it.

The man, Thor, who was the reason for the storm, was made to be your nemesis. Being that he is the god of your biggest fear and all. But, when he found you stranded in his storm, he took you to a hunting cabin a friend told him about.

You were possibly insane for going with him, a complete stranger, minutes after meeting him. But your choices were stay in the storm and panic or get to safety. So, he was your obvious choice.

When you arrived at the cabin, you guys talked for hours. After that day, Thor would come back to visit you any chance he got. For six months the more he came back, the closer you two got. So, you aren’t sure when exactly it happened, but at some point, the giant thunderous idiot had captured your heart.

Now, three years since meeting him, you live together in Asgard where he is reigning King. But, even after all this time knowing him and dating, you held onto a secret. The one thing that you always felt guilty about because you never told him.

Your fear of storms.

You always had a good excuse on why you couldn’t go out with him when he needed to take a walk during his little storms. Always found different ways to ignore them when he was fighting with the Avengers. But you could never tell him. You thought he would lose all trust in you.

For three years, that guilt ate away at your heart until you finally decided to do something about it. Telling him wasn’t an option, so instead while he was sleeping you would borrow some of his powers and create small storms. Going near the water on Asgard, you would sit and focus on keeping the storms small and centered around you. It took months to build up to more then just a sprinkle of rain. Hell, it took an entire month to be okay with having the harsh winds or the sound of thunder surrounding you.

This wasn’t something you could give up on though. This was a big part of the man you were in love with, and you needed to prove to yourself you could face your fear. To overcome the very thing holding you back from experiencing life with him, fully.

For over a year, you worked on getting used to the pieces that ultimately created storms. Working hard on controlling your fear so you could get through this.

It was going to be terrifying, but you had to start combining everything into the perfect storm. You had to take it slow and work up the intensity of it a little at a time. Settling on your plan, you sit next to the water and begin to prepare yourself. “C’mon Y/N. It’s like a brownie recipe. First some clouds, then a wave of wind and three pinches of rain, then you mix. Easy-peasy.”

Taking a couple breaths, you began creating the beginnings of a small storm. Letting it surround your body for a few minutes and raising the intensity to your limit, but you don’t quit. You refuse to.

Another deep breath and you look up while whispering, “okay, see? Easy as pie. Now, about a dash of thunder and small splashes of lightning, Y/N. You’re used to this by now, it’s okay.” You let the thunder and lightning roll in slowly. Where it’s barely noticeable at first, then match its intensity to the rain and wind.

As the storm rages on, it makes you freeze in place. This is a lot different than experiencing the elements separately. So much more terrifying and before the urge to quit comes back up, you can feel him behind you.

“Y/N, what are you doing?” You don’t turn around, choosing to concentrate on slowly stopping the storm.

A sigh, then, “bug, why are you out here this late creating storms?” You could still hear the sleep in his voice, feel it clinging to his skin when he touched your arm.

The same moment he touched your arm, you could feel the storm increase to Thor’s normality. Which was about 100 times what you had it as. He felt you jump, and you hated the fact you were still scared. There is no reason to fear the fucking storms. So, stop being a goddamned cry baby and get over them, Y/N!

“Y/N, look at me.” Feeling his hands turn you around, you keep your head down. “Bug, you are scared of storms?” A silent nod from you is his reply. He cups your cheek and murmurs, “why did you never tell me? This is the reason you never liked to go on walks with me, yes?” Another nod and you wait for the lecture, but it never comes.

Looking up, you see a small understanding smile on his face and it makes you frown.

“Y/N? If you don’t like storms, then why are you in the middle of one?” He questions softly, rubbing small designs into the small of your back.

Clinging to his arms, you mumble under your breath, “trying to stop being scared of them.” As you are talking Thor notices your body is completely relaxed. “I don’t like that I can’t go on walks with you or that I have to silence your storms in our room when you are out there fighting to save everyone. Storms, thunder, they are literally a part of you, my love. Being terrified makes it feel like I don’t love all of you, even though I do!”

Giving your waist a reassuring squeeze, Thor hums as he places a kiss in your wet hair. “Bug, I would not ever think you loved me any less for being afraid of storms. I would also hope you wouldn’t think I loved you any less because of it either.”

He pulls away from you and turns you to face the water. Completely calm and swaying together in the middle of the storm, Thor directs multiple bolts of lightning to strike across the sky. You see them but you don’t move. There is no flinching or jumping, you stay unmoving even as everything intensifies a bit more. He smiles proudly and his voice is awestruck as he whispers in your ear, “if you haven’t noticed, you are completely fine in a size storm that even Loki is sometimes scared of.”

Letting the storm settle into a light drizzle you and Thor begin the walk back home when he asks, “how long have you been sneaking out to do this?” Looking down at your feet you mumble your answer. Feeling a pinch to your side you let out a small squeal and say it louder for him to hear.

Stopping right outside the gates he pulls you in and kisses you breathless. “You my little bug, are one of the bravest people I know for facing this on your own.” Thor grabs your hand again and leads you inside to the kitchen after grabbing you a towel, “you are going to sit while I make you some hot chocolate and then we will go back to bed. Sound good, bug?”

Beginning to dry off your skin and hair you nod and drink the hot chocolate he hands you. There is a silence settling around the kitchen. A comfortable silence. The type of silences that you love because words aren’t needed to prove your feelings.

Once you finish your drinks you hug your boyfriend from behind and mumble into his back, “y’know, it’s because of you, Thor. I wasn’t scared out there because I always feel safe with you.”

Your boyfriend turns to you smiling lovingly at you and kisses your temple. “You were calm long before I got there, bug.” He revealed, proudly. “My little bug conquered her biggest fear on her own. If Rogers and Wilson weren’t jealous before, they will be now.”

Letting out a small laugh you let Thor lead you to the room to finally rid yourselves of your wet clothes. As he’s grabbing clothes for you both, you can’t help but be in awe of this man. Since that first day you met him, he has changed your life in ways you could never imagine. You were thankful that he was there that day to save you. There weren’t enough words to describe how grateful you were.

So, instead of using words, you decided to show him know just how thankful you truly were, all night long, in every way possible.

#marvelfluffbingo #thor #thor odison x reader #thor odinson #thor x you #thor odison imagine #thor odinson fluff #thor fluff #thor odinson x you #thor fanfiction #king of asgard #thor x reader #thunderstorm #god of thunder #marvel fics #rae writes

[psychstudiesblr]

it was rainy today and i loved it. this weather is my favourite (not sure if you’ve guessed that already) although getting caught in 20 minute long hard showers with no umbrella on my way home was not my idea of fun. i had a research skills seminar today and it was stressful - i’m terrible at staying on task so finding journal articles on childhood trauma and cognitive development proved hard.

i remembered i have my first criminology seminar tomorrow and i am in no way prepared. it’s on last weeks lecture and i wasn’t there (i was very present in my bed with a high fever, wishing i was anywhere but feeling like death). i rushed through the lecture presentations we have access to (saved my life, honestly) and made quick notes using my trusted criminology textbook seen in these pics. one of our lecturers (Professor David Wilson - somewhat of a famous man may i add 💁🏼‍♀️) likes to pick on about 7 or 8 poor souls and gets them to tell everyone (200 people in our lectures - mental) what they’ve heard/read in the news in that week about crime and punishmeny. so every week all of us (i’m certain) rush around on the internet, scrolling through news sites after news sites digging up what’s been happening in the dark world of crime. it’s one heck of a dark path. i’m praying he doesn’t pick on me tomorrow but nothing seems to go in my favour when it comes to university so...

i hope you had a good wednesday and i hope it wasn’t as panicky and rushed as mine. if it was - take a breath and relax; it’ll all be fine. you’ve got this.

- bee xx

#criminology #psychology #unistudent #psychstudiesblr #university #studyblr

[hillywooddestiel]

Miss One Night Only

Characters: Steve Rogers x reader (sort of), Sam Wilson

Warnings: talk of smut, an awkward situation I guess

Word count: 1.4k

Description: Y/N is her own person and does whatever the hell she wants, no matter what people say. Steve thinks he’s the one that can change all of that…

A/N: Hi! This is for @emilyevanston Marvel Trope Flip Challenge and also to celebrate the birthday of everyone’s favourite star spangled hero. The trope I chose to flip was the one where a person has a lot of one night stands and another person comes along to try and change that. So happy birthday to Steve and enjoy! P.s. this is set around the time just after Age of Ultron xx Marvel Masterlist

Story:

Slut. That’s one of the words people like to use when describing Y/N Y/L/N. Wild child. That’s another one that people use when trying to be a little more friendly about it. Home wrecker. That was just one time. But it doesn’t phase her, not in the slightest. Y/N loves her life. Avenger by day, major club-goer at night. Dancing with a hot guy, showing him some moves on the strobe-lit dance floor, going back to his place for a night of fun. That’s just a standard night.

It’s not meaningless sex. Meaningless would imply that there is no reason for it ergo Y/N might as well have stayed back at the compound. No, there is meaning behind it. For one, it provides much needed stress release- many failed missions have been taken out on handsome strangers. Punching bags can work too, as well as vibrators, but boxing can get a little tedious and batteries always run out eventually. For two, sometimes it’s necessary. Being an Avenger, having a partner and being happy together isn’t really an option. Clint managed it but he’s retired now because of it and he can never be truly sure that no one will come after his family. Sleeping with other people in the compound isn’t ideal either for, at some point, feelings always get involved. Strangers are easy and come with no strings attached (provided that you use protection obviously). And for three, it’s fun. Fact.

Saturday morning. The usual routine. Y/N wakes up in an unfamiliar apartment, stretches, gets dressed into her clothes from the night before and leaves before the other occupant of the bed can wake up. Sometimes she’ll grab a coffee and something for breakfast on her way to the subway. Not today. It’s just after five so it’s a little too early for food plus, if she’s lucky, Sam will have made his secret recipe pancakes for breakfast back at the compound and she’ll be able to nab a few for herself. The train is quiet- the few people that are onboard are either too tired to shoot their disapproving glares or they’re in the same boat. Her car is in the same parking lot where she left it, unscathed thanks to Stark’s defence systems put in place- Y/N’s body processes alcohol much faster than most people so she’s okay to drive each morning after. By the time she’s pulling into her designated parking space, it’s nearly seven. She can see Steve running what is probably his tenth lap of the compound (and he’s not even sweating) and Rhody lagging extremely far behind, out of breath with his sodden t-shirt clinging to his back. Time for a hot shower, she thinks, noting her wrinkled dress and suspecting her makeup will be a hot mess.

A towel wrapped around her head, Y/N follows her nose to the kitchen, mentally planning which toppings to put on her pancakes.

“Mornin’ Bubbles. Pancakes?” Sam offers, a tea towel slung over one shoulder.

“You bet, Tweety Bird.” She hops up onto a barstool as a short stack slides her way. Suddenly ravenous, she loads her plate with bacon and smothers it all with syrup. “Fanks!” she thanks him with a mouthful, some of the sauce dribbling down her chin.

“Pancakes Steve?”

“No thanks.” Steve wanders into the kitchen, grabbing some oatmeal from the cupboard and milk from the fridge.

“So, I guess you met someone nice last night.” Sam changes the topic from food, sitting down to enjoy his own breakfast.

“He was okay. A little full of himself but he could dance. You should join me next time, I’ve seen two or three different girls with Falcon tattoos.”

“Really? Any of them not look desperate?” He jokes, shoveling food into his mouth like somebody might take it away from him.

“Not as desperate as this one girl last night with a Captain America bra on. She was swinging around the dance pole with two mini sequin shields covering her chest.”

“One for each-”

“Uh huh. Very patriotic.”

“I think I’m gonna eat this in my room” Steve pipes up, walking out of the kitchen very quickly. It’s strange behaviour for Steve but it doesn’t faze Sam or Y/N, who continue chatting contently.

EDM blasting through the speakers, Y/N powers through her run on the running machine, watching the raindrops drip down the window. Feeling the burn in her lungs, she grabs her bottle and gulps down water, still running as she does so. Sweat rolls down her back and her cheeks are burning hot from the exercise. When somebody turns off her music, she pauses the machine and slows to a stop, grumbling internally at whoever entered the gym to disturb her.

“What!? Oh hey Steve!” She starts full of hostility but changes when she turns around- had it been an agent who turned her music off, she would have been making them run for the hills. It’s strange; he’s not dressed for a workout or a mission in jeans and a Henley.

“Hey. Can I talk to you?” He approaches as Y/N dries her sweat with a fluffy towel.

“Sure, what’s up? If it’s about the music, I can wear earphones.”

“No, it’s not that.”

“Oh. Well then shoot.” She downs the last of her water and takes a seat on one of the benches. Steve takes a seat too, albeit on the opposite end of the bench.

“It’s about you actually.” He begins, taking his damn time getting to the point. “You like to go out clubbing. And that’s fine. I’m used to that. You also like to go home with different people-”

“Where are you going with this Steve? I know you’re a bit traditional sometimes and times have changed and whatever. I’m not doing anything wrong if you’ve come to lecture me.” Y/N sighs with frustration. She hears it all the time. She should settle down. She shouldn’t sleep around: men can but she can’t. She should calm down the partying if she wants a husband. Strangers are some of the most judgmental people around; thinking they know all about your life and what you should do with it. But, she never really thought she would get this trouble from Steve.

“No! No, I’m not… no. I- I'm… you know what? I’ll just go, I shouldn’t have brought it up.” Steve stands up quickly and hurries out of the room, not quite fast enough though.

“Hey, no! What is it that you wanted to talk about? You know I hate people keeping secrets from me.” Y/N jumps up after him, moving to grab his arm and turn him back around. She stops him in front of the doors by speeding ahead and blocking the doorway. “Spill it!”

Steve stands for a while, his mouth moving like a drunk goldfish with no words coming out of it.

“Oh my god Steve! Just tell me!” Y/N almost whines, getting very impatient and on the point of walking away. At her outburst, he snaps out of it. Hands on her forearms, he pulls her in and lays his lips on hers. It’s nothing romantic: she’s kind of sweaty and has her eyes open both in shock and confusion. Pulling back, Y/N presses her lips together in thought.

“Sorry… I didn’t know how else to say it. I like you Y/N and, yes, it does sometimes bother me when you go around with strangers all the time.” he explains, letting her go again.

“Um… not what I was expecting, I’ve gotta say.” She laughs nervously. How do you let someone down easy? He’s Mr Commitment and she’s Miss One Night Only. There’s never going to be anything between them. Nothing serious, anyway. “Look, Steve, you’re really sweet and I’m sure you could make a girl very happy. But… I’m not that girl. I don’t plan on settling down anytime soon. I’m sorry.”

“Oh! Well um… that’s okay. I’ll just uh…” he hangs his head down, stepping to the side to leave. Y/N hates to hurt his feelings but at the end of the day, she feels nothing for him in that way. She feels nothing for anyone in that way.

“Hey, Steve!”

“Yeah?” He turns to face Y/N again, a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

“I may not be that kind of person but… if you’re ever just looking for one night of fun, I’m your girl.”

#marvel trope flip challenge #steve x reader #steve rogers x reader #avengers x reader #avenger!reader #steve rogers #captain america x reader #captain america #sam wilson #avengers #marvel fic #marvel fanfiction #marvel #mcu #age of ultron #avengers age of ultron #angst #smut

[ketamineharry]

Rose Pt 2 - Joshua Bradley

Requested: No, this is the second part of the Doctor Who au. This part is slightly longer than the first at an almost 3,000 word count. I really do hope you enjoy this as it has taken me forever to write it. Lots of love, as always xx

You sat in your front room, the familiar domestic style of your ordinary life being a vast difference from the experience that you were dragged into mere hours ago. Your mum, Jackie, as much as you loved her… was always a bit over the top, always had something to say or brag about. Always wanted the Earth to centre around her.

“The whole of Central London has been closed off as police investigate the fire. Early reports indicate.” The news reporter stated. The anxiety and severity of the situation, hadn’t yet sunk in. You were barely able to keep a track of your own thoughts.

You slumped down into the sofa, hoping that if you slipped down far enough, that it would swallow you whole and that you wouldn’t have to continue processing what had gone on. It was crazy to even think about, and you couldn’t talk to anyone about it, because as the Doctor had stated, it would get them killed. You were stuck between a rock and a hard place, as the saying goes.

“I know. It’s on the telly. It’s everywhere. She’s lucky to be alive. Honestly, it’s aged her. Skin like an old bible. Walking in now, you’d think I was her daughter. Oh, and here’s himself.”

Your boyfriend, Mickey flopped down on the sofa with you. His face is the picture of concern, as he takes your hand in his.  

“I’ve been phoning your mobile. You could’ve been dead. It was on the news and everything. I can’t believe that the shop went up!” He exclaimed, his voice frantic. Laced with worry. His eyes searched your face for some sort of answer, some sort of explanation.

“I’m alright, honestly, I’m fine! Don’t make a fuss.”

“Well, what happened?”

“I don’t know!” You exclaimed, frustrated with the fact that you couldn’t tell your boyfriend. The one person you were supposed to confide in, with everything.

“What was it though? What caused it?”

“I don’t know. I wasn’t in the shop.”

“It’s Debbie on the end. She knows a man from the Mirror. Five hundred quid for an interview.” Jackie said, her excitement clear.

“Oh, that’s brilliant! Give it here.” You said, as you snatched the phone out of her hand and disconnected the call. The measures that you were having to undertake to protect people were beginning to mount up.

“Well you’ve got to find some way of making money. Your job’s kaput and I’m not bailing you out.” She told you, quite matter-of-factly.

The phone rang again, your eventful night being the gossip of the tower block so it seemed. You just wanted to be able to go to bed and try to forget about it. But, you couldn’t do that, until everyone that knew you, or knew of you was reassured that you were safe.

“Bev! She’s alive. I told her sue for compensation. She was within seconds of death.” Jackie said, as she made her way through the flat, presumably so that she could work herself up and get excited and not have you bring her down about it.

“What’re you drinking, tea? Nah, nah, that’s no good, that’s no good. You’re in shock. You need something stronger.” Mickey said, trying to convince you to come out, for an alcoholic beverage. As much as you would usually be down for it, the thought of having to face even more people with even more questions, was exhausting.

“I’m alright.”

“Now come on, you deserve a proper drink. We’re going down the pub, you and me. My treat. How about it?” He asked, as he playfully pleaded with you.

“Is there a match on?”

“No, I’m just thinking about you babe.” He stated, simply.

“There’s a match on ain’t there.” You said playfully, a broad smile spreading across your face. The small normality of your boyfriend trying to persuade you to go to the pub with him, so he could get drunk and watch the football, was a comfort that you didn’t know that you needed.

“That’s not the point, but we could catch the last five minutes.”

“Go on, then. I’m fine, really. Go. Get rid of that.” You instructed him, as you threw him the plastic arm that the Doctor had pulled off of the mannequin a few hours beforehand. You just needed it out of your house, so that you could continue to try and live in some sort of normality and repress the memories of what the afternoon and the evening had presented you with.

Mickey quickly gives you a soft kiss, before taking the arm and getting ready to leave.

“Bye, bye.”

“Bye.” You respond, as you gave him a small wave.

As Mickey was leaving, he pretended to strangle himself with the arm. He would never know just how chilling that imagery would be for you, and you could never explain. Or else get him killed. For the safety of everyone you knew, you had to pretend that you were fine and you had to pretend that you knew nothing. Quite the burden to carry on your emotionally exhausted shoulders.

--

You woke up to the sound of your alarm clock, blaring beside you. Begrudgingly, you stopped the sound and went to get out of your bed.

“There’s no point in getting up, sweetheart. You’ve got no job to go to.” Jackie’s voice called. Sending you into a vivid reminder of what had happened the night before. Perhaps, it would be best to go back to sleep for a little while.

--

You were sitting at the dinner table with Jackie, discussing your future or what was left of it. You had to find another job, but everything that was available or was suggested to you, just didn’t seem like the right fit. You couldn’t force yourself to work somewhere, when it just wouldn’t work. You just weren't that type of person.

“There’s Finch’s. You could try them. They’ve always got jobs.” She suggested. You knew that she was just trying to be helpful, but there was no way that you could work in a butchers.

“Oh, great. The butchers.” You groaned. You were fed up of trying to sound grateful for each suggestion, because they weren’t helpful and these weren’t jobs you could see yourself enjoying. After all, she was your mum and you had hoped she would’ve known you better than this by now.

“Well, it might do you good. That shop was giving you airs and graces. And I’m not joking about compensation. You’ve had genuine shock and trauma. Arianna got two thousand quid off the council just because the old man behind the desk said she looked Greek! I know she is Greek, but that’s not the point. It was a valid claim.” She said, as she danced her way back into her bedroom.

Once Jackie was in her bedroom, the cat flap at the bottom of the front door began to rattle. A telltale sign that although you had instructed her to pin the cat flap down, because you didn’t want to have strays coming into the tiny flat, that she had in fact not listened to you. As it seemed like the cat flap was able to move freely, for it to be making all of that noise.

“Mum, you’re such a liar. I told you to nail that cat flap down. We’re going to get strays.” You complained.

“I did it weeks back!” She protested.

“No, you thought about it.”

As you bent down to try and see what was going on, you noticed four silver nails sitting comfortably on the floor. Something had managed to unscrew all of them to be able to try and get through the cat flap. Without warning, it moved. Cautiously, you pushed the cat flap back, in an attempt to see what was going on, on the other side of your door. It wasn’t a total surprise to see the Doctor, the stranger that had saved your life the night before on the other side. Quickly, you rose to your feet and opened the door for him.

“What’re you doing here?” He asked, confused.

“I live here.”

“Well, what do you do that for?”

“Because I do. I’m only at home because someone blew up my job.” You explained, a slight hint of anger to your tone.

“I must have got the wrong signal. You’re not plastic, are you?” He asked, as he made a fist with his hand and gently tapped it against your head a couple of times. “No, bone head. Bye then.”

“You. Inside. Right now.” You instructed him, as you took his arm and successfully pulled him into the flat.

“Who is it?” Jackie asked, from her bedroom.

“It’s about last night. He’s part of the inquiry. Give us ten minutes.” You explained as you walked past her room.

The Doctor stood in the doorway, you couldn’t make out much of their conversation, but it seemed like Jackie had attempted to try and make a flirtatious advance onto him, which he had rejected.

As he joined you in the living room area, you felt a sense of shame. The clutter of your everyday life was on show. From magazines, to a deck of cards, the television set sat proudly in the corner of the room. The domesticity seemed alien to him. Like, he didn’t have any of these things himself and it concerned you. Perhaps, he was just some loner who in playing the hero had gotten himself attached to you and now you had let him into your house.

“Don’t mind the mess. Do you want a coffee?” You asked, breaking the silence that had filled the room.

“Might as well, thanks. Just milk.”

“We should go to the police. Seriously. Both of us.” You suggested, as you tried to think of a way to end the nightmare that you had found yourself residing in.

“That won’t last. He’s gay and she’s an alien.” You heard him mumble.

“I’m not blaming you, even if it was some sort of sick joke that went wrong.” You said, in an attempt at comforting him.

“Hmm. Sad ending.”

“They said on the news that they found a body.” You told him.

“Y/N Tyler.”

“Ah. Could’ve been worse, look at the ears.”

“All the same, he was nice. Nice bloke.” You said, as you continued trying to explain Wilson to him, but it seemed like he either wasn’t all that interested or couldn’t hear you.

You could hear that he was trying, and had failed to shuffle a deck of playing cards.

“Luck be a lady.”

“Anyway, if we are going to the police, I want to know what I’m saying.” You began, only stopping as you heard the deck of cards he was attempting to shuffle, fall to the floor. “I want you to explain everything.” You continued.

“Maybe not.”

He stops for a moment, as if he was trying to observe something. A silence from him, he failed to even explain his actions any longer.

“What’s that then? Have you got a cat?” He asked you, as he attempted to try and figure out what was going on.

“No.” You answered simply, as you finished up making the coffees. “We did have, but now they’re just strays. They come in off the estate.” You continued, as you picked up the two mugs of coffee and bought them into the living room with you. You placed them down on the coffee table in front of you, finally taking in the mess that was your living room.

“I told Mickey to chuck that out. You’re all the same. Give a man a plastic hand. Anyway, I don’t even know your name. Doctor what was it?” You asked, no sooner than you had. The plastic arm had attached itself to your face. You were barely, still able to breathe.

The Doctor, quick on his feet, pulled at it. Which only made matters worse, as he did, you both fell onto and crashed through the glass coffee table. Pieces of glass, and other matter flew everywhere as your bodies collided with it. He decides to use the metallic device that he had used the previous night to open the fire exit door, which finally pulls the arm off of your face. He then jabs the device into the palm of the hand, which stops the fingers from moving. The life from the object, seemed to have been drained.

“It’s alright, I’ve stopped it. There you go, you see. Armless.” He explained.

“Do you think?” You asked him, as you hit him with it.

“Ow.”

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As soon as the Doctor had come, he was off again. But, you couldn’t let him leave until you had some sort of answers. A clear story in your head if you will. So, you decided to follow him down the stairwell.

“Hold on a minute. You can’t just go swanning off.” You protested.

“Yes I can. Here I am. This is me, swanning off. See ya.”

“But that arm was moving, it tried to kill me.” You said, voice raised slightly from a mixture of fear and annoyance.

“Ten out of ten for observation.”

“You can’t just walk away. That’s not fair. You’ve got to tell me what’s going on.” You all but begged. Once you had the answers, you could easily drop it and go on with your normal everyday life, treating the cause of these events as some sort of anomaly.

“No I don’t.” He stated simply.

You had found yourself outside, still chasing after him.

“All right, then. I’ll go to the police. I’ll tell everyone. You said, if I did that I’d get people killed. So, your choice. Tell me, or I’ll start talking.” You threatened. Which caused him to stop and turn around, allowing you to catch up to him a little bit.

“Is that supposed to sound tough?” He asked, flippantly.

“Sort of.”

“Doesn’t work.”

“Who are you?” You asked.

“Told you, the Doctor.”

“Yeah, but Doctor what?” You questioned.

“Just the Doctor.”

“The Doctor.” You repeated.

“Hello.”

“Is that supposed to sound impressive?” You asked.

“Sort of.”

“Come on, then. You can tell me. I’ve seen enough. Are you the police?” You enquired.

“No, I was just passing through. I’m a long way from home.”

“But what have I done wrong? How comes those plastic things are after me?” You couldn’t quite understand it all. It all just seemed a bit much. From your understanding, you hadn’t done anything wrong. Yet, these things still seemed to want to haunt you.

“Oh, suddenly the entire world revolves around you. You were just an accident. You got in the way, that’s all.” He explained.

“It tried to kill me.”

“It was after me, not you. Last night, in the shop, I was there, you blundered in, almost ruined the whole thing. This morning I was tracking it down, it was tracking me down. The only reason it fixated on you, is ‘cos you’ve met me.”

“So what you’re saying is, the entire world revolves around you.” You stated sarcastically.

“Sort of, yeah.”

“You’re full of it.” You teased.

“Sort of, yeah.”

“But all this plastic stuff, who else knows about it?” You asked, your inquisitive nature getting the better of you.

“No one.”

“What, you’re on your own?”

“Well, who else is there? I mean, you lot, all you do is eat chips, go to bed and watch telly, while all the while underneath you there’s a war going on.” He explained.

“Ok. Start from the beginning. I mean, if we are going to go with the living plastic, and I don’t even believe that, but if we do, how’d you kill it?”

“The thing controlling it projects life into the arm. I killed the signal dead.”

“So, that’s radio control?” You asked.

“Thought control. Are you alright?”

“Yeah. So who’s controlling it then?”

“Long story.”

“But what’s it all for? I mean shop window dummies, what’s that all about? Is someone trying to take over Britain’s shops?” You questioned, with a slight giggle.

“No.”

“No.”

“It’s not a price war. They want to overthrow the human race and destroy you. Do you believe me?” He queried.

“No.” You responded simply.

“But you’re still listening.”

“Really though Doctor, tell me. Who are you?” You asked. He took your hand in his before answering

“Do you know like we were saying about the Earth revolving? It’s like when you’re a kid. The first time they tell you that the world’s turning and you can’t quite believe it because everything looks like it’s standing still. I can feel it. The turn of the Earth. The ground beneath our feet is spinning at a thousand miles an hour, and the entire planet is hurtling around the sun at sixty seven thousand miles an hour, and I can feel it. We’re falling through space, you and me, clinging to the skin of this tiny little world and if we let go.” He began, as he let go of your hand.

“That’s who I am, now forget me Y/N Tyler. Go home.” He instructed, as he headed towards a blue police box with the arm in tow.

You turn around, deciding to go to Mickey’s as luckily he had a computer. Before you could go much further though, you heard a strange noise. You looked back over your shoulder to see that the police box was gone, something was definitely going on and you needed to find out what.

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