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buckyalpine · 8 months

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You need Bucky’s cuddles

Bucky x civilian reader

Some angst with all the fluff

You needed cuddles. It was one of those days. Nothing was particularly wrong, you just needed to be held. Specifically by a certain super soldier. Bucky had been away on missions for the past 2 months, only staying home for a few days in between to recover before he was sent off again, leaving you alone in the large compound. Tony had been more than welcoming, happy to let you live with Bucky where you'd be safest.

You'd waited all day for him to get home so you could jump into his arms and snuggle up against his chest, desperate for his warmth. The low rumble of the jet had you running off to the hangar, your feet moving faster than you could comprehend as soon as the doors opened.

"Hi sweetheart" Bucky's voice was muffled as he kissed the top of your head, catching you with ease, chuckling at the way you practically crawled up him, your legs wrapping around his waist. "My pretty girl"

"Missed you" You kept your face tucked against his neck, breathing in his scent, sighing in relief at the fact that he had no injures. You wanted nothing more than to drag Bucky up to your shared bedroom and slip under the covers for some desperate cuddle time, but instead you found yourself being set back down on your feet.

"Missed you too sweets butI gotta finish up some stuff with Steve and I'll see you soon okay?"

Your reunion was short lived as he jogged off behind the captain, both men disappearing around the corner seconds later, leaving you alone again. Your heart sunk as you made your way back inside, shaking off the uneasiness you felt.

Cuddles. You just wanted some cuddles.

But his job was to save lives, keep the world safe and you were just a civilian. Nothing you did compared the the danger he put himself through on a daily basis, you had no right to burden him by being clingy and annoying, no matter how much you missed him.

You decided to busy yourself by making a snack for the both of you, placing his share on a plate for when his was finished while you ate at the kitchen island. You didn't want to bother Bucky by being overly clingy, glancing at the clock every so often, hoping he'd come down soon. You made your way up to see if Bucky wanted to eat anything, stopping when the sound of booming laughter coming from the conference room caught you off guard.

"Bucky?" You stopped by the conference room where the Sharon, Sam, Steve and Bucky sat, papers scattered across the table though it didn't seem like they were particularly busy, all washed and changed into comfy clothes.

"Hey doll, be done in a bit" Bucky smiled while the others greeted you, going back to looking over their mission report.

"Just wondered if you were hungry" You placed a sandwich and some cookies in front of him, hoping he'd take a break and hang out with you for a bit but instead he thanked you with a kiss to your hand.

You left the group to their task, putting on a movie n your bedroom to pass the time, still glancing over at the clock as minutes had turned into an hour.

Then two.

You found yourself holding onto his pillow, your throat oddly tight as if you were fighting against your body's attempt to release all your pent up emotions.

You needed your boyfriend.

You weren't sure why. You missed him so much and the gnawing anxiety you had been feeling all day kept growing with each second he wasn't there to make you feel better.

You felt awful because you had no reason to feel this way yet it only seemed to get worse. Around dinner time, you didn't bother going down, dragging yourself out of bed to change into your pjs and trudging down the hall in hopes that the team would be wrapping up.

It wasn't uncommon for post mission meetings to take a full today but surely they could excuse Bucky from this one at least for a little while. The scent of take out carried down the hall making you stomach rumble sending your emotions tumbling down further. You hesitantly stepped into the room where they were still gathered.

"Will you come to bed soon?" You asked hopefully, shuffling on your feet while Bucky set down the papers he was skimming over. Steve and Sam looked over at you with apologetic smiles while Sharon walked over with a tray of coffee cups.

"I'm a little busy y/n, I'll come up soon, alright?" Bucky glanced over his shoulder to where you stood with your soft pjs and fluffy slippers, not catching the way your face fell as he grabbed a mug and hummed, "we still have to go over a bit more of today's footage, give me about an hour"

"You'll come in an hour?" Your bottom lip jutted out slightly, unable to control the tiny pout that made its way to your face.

"Promise love, an hour and not a minute longer, wait up for me okay?"

"Alright" You kissed his cheek before bidding the rest of them good night, ignoring the way your chest felt tight, not having the guts to tell your boyfriend that you needed him right then and there. You curled up under the sheets, tossing and turning, the bed feeling entirely too empty when you knew he was home, the faint light of the clock staring at you in the face.

You waited and waited, the lonely feeling settling deeper in the pit of your stomach as one hour turned into two. You could hear the sound of laugher from the conference room again as more time passed.

He wasn't coming.

****

Bucky hadn't noticed the time as he chuckled over a video of Sam falling out of the air, snorting each time Sharon replayed it. As soon as the mission was over, he wanted nothing more than to spend the day with you but he figured it would be best to get the mission reports out of the way first. Nothing made him happier than being home, especially when the first thing he saw was your happy face.

He munched on a fortuned cookie, scribbling down his signature on the last few sheets of paper, getting up and stretching before glancing over at the clock, his eyes growing wide when he saw the time.

Shit.

****

Hot tears started to trickles across the side of your face and onto the pillow, no longer contained by your rapid blinking. You froze at the sound of the door creaking open, the faint light from the hall pouring into the room making you bury yourself into the sheets further.

"Doll?" Bucky quietly shut the door behind him, his heart sinking at the sight of the little ball wrapped up under a heap of blankets, the sound of your muffled sniffles breaking his heart further.

"Oh angel" He strode over, slipping under the covers to wrap his arm around you, your tear stained face stayed pressed against the pillow, your arms wrapped around yourself with how badly you wanted to be held. "What's wrong love"

"M-missed you. Just wanted cuddles" Your voice came out a strained whimper, melting into a sob when he pulled you into his chest, stroking up and down your back. "Missed you so much"

"M'sorry love, I'm so so sorry" Bucky cooed, feeling more guilty and awful than ever for neglecting you and not paying attention to the time, squeezing you to his body as if you'd disappear if he let go. "M'here babygirl"

"I didn't want to bother you" You hiccupped while Bucky hushed you, shaking his head, blinking back is own tears as he kissed your dampened cheeks, before cradling your head to his chest again, the steady beat of his heart calming you down.

"Never, you'd never bother me angel, you're my priority, you always come first" Bucky's voice grew shaky, the realization of how much he missed you as well hitting him all at once, feeling the soft warmth of your body against his, the scent of your shampoo, the feeling of being home. "You deserve all the cuddles my sweet little bunny, all the cuddles in the world"

You whimpered while Bucky slipped his hoodie off, letting you rest against his bare skin, holding you securely. He frowned at the sound of your tummy rumbling, pulling away making you whine, his fingers tilting your chin to meet his eyes.

"Did you eat dinner baby?"

"I was waiting for you" You whispered while Bucky internally smacked himself, he had half a mind of letting Steve use him for training instead of their industrial punching bag. The blonde would certain be on board if he found out.

"Come here my love, let me make you dinner" Bucky scooped you up in his arms, carrying you down to the kitchen where he set you onto the counters before quickly putting together his ma's pasta recipe, one of the few meals you'd live off of. He plated a bowl and taking you right back upstairs where he fed you while keeping you tucked in his lap, kissing you between giving you bites.

"Promise you'll drag me out by the ear next time baby, I'd drop everything in a heart beat for you" Bucky cupped your face in his hands after you'd finished eating, still feeling immensely guilty, especially when you asked for so little. " Especially when you want cuddles?"

"You'll cuddle me any time?" you asked curiously while he chuckled, pulling the sheets to cover you both, once again hugging you close to his body, this time the both of you shirtless, bare skin pressed against each other.

"Any time love. Could be in the middle of a mission, I'll find us an secret place to snuggle"

"Any time?"

He turned off the alarm that was already set to wake him up for training, kissing your forehead before closing his eyes.

"Any time"

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sukisheadlights · 8 months

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hey there!!! could you make headcanons for all the Voltron guys for when they realize that (she/her) reader is like actually someone they could date/ end up with? like they get turned on by something she did or something like that? you don't have to but thanks for reading anyway </3

Voltron Paladins realizing Reader is someone they could end up with!

req: yes words: 873 pairing: voltron x reader content: fluff a/n: I was actually planning on writing something similar so thanks for the ask anon! <3

Keith

Keith isn’t interested in love (until he realizes he can date you) BUT FOR THE MOMENT HE’S NOT!

Both of you are still determining when you got close as well. You protected him once in battle, and since then, you’ve just stuck together.

And he of course protects you when he can because he's grateful you saved his life.

So you guys became friends,,, that was news to Lance btw.

Slowly you let each other into your lives, and now you train together often.

You were never ‘better’ than him at fighting (you actually just made yourself lose sometimes) and Keith sometimes ‘lost’ to make you just a little happy (little did he know hehe)

But today? Oh, you weren’t playing that’s for sure. He was super confused at first, then he was impressed, and then he was turned on. Which is fair because you looked straight out of a magazine, the ‘hot’ sweaty and perfectly messy hair.

When did you get so hot?

And boom. He felt he was on earth again because realization hit him like a TRAIN.

You were his age, and you were hot, and you could totally be a thing. And wtf is wrong with Keith? He's never thought of you like this.

Yeah, so that’s that.

And then he gets all awkward around you, and you guys haven't had a training session together since then. He always conveniently has something to do when you try to ask him.

Goddamnit.

Lance

You’ve been friends with him since the good old garrison days.

You grew to like the dork’s presence

You’ve always known he’s flirty, that’s just Lance.

Getting you flowers (sometimes), flirting with you in the hallways, and even when you’re fighting with the galra.

You always rolled your eyes, scoffed at him, or brushed him off but today?

Violence

You were so ready to mess with him too

You woke up with mischief on your mind

And mischief you created

BECAUSE BECAUSE BECAUSE

OK SO

Lance was flirting with you while fighting the galra

And he expected you to react normally but nooooo

You flirted back

AND THEN YOU WINK AT HIM

SHOOT A GALRA SOLDIER

AND LEAVE !???!!?!!!?!?!?!!?!?

Lance MALFUNCTIONS

Like lance.exe has STOPPED working

DECEASED

Keith’s snickering in the background! (And Shiro too but he won’t admit that, for Lance’s sake)

“Shut it.” is all Lance says for like 10 minutes

You’re hot, He’s hot, and you guys could end up together

You’re a woman now

And you could have him ENTIRELY at his knees.

Hunk

Hunk misses earth

So much

He stops talking as much and wanders around the castle

He didn't think anyone noticed

But you did

And you felt SO bad for him

So when you stop at the mall to get teleduv lenses you seek away

And get the closest possible ingredients to make his favorite treat

Ice cream sandwiches (real)

You’re testing weird white heavy cream adjacent substances and so much more all for him

You might get sick

Oh well

You sneak back and he gives you a weird “Where were you?” look,

But you just ignore

And then you slave away in the kitchen and finally end up with something that’s ice cream sandwich adjacent

“What’re you making?”

“Ice cream sandwiches”

“Oh for the team? You should have let me help”

“No”

Confused hunk

“It’s just for us” and you hold up an ice cream sandwich for him

His face LIGHTS up and he gladly accepts it

Then you guys sit on the floor and just talk about life and how both of you feel

All night.

It's freaking adorable

He realises how much he adores you, and how he absolutely loves you and all of your little quirks

It doesn’t even matter when the ice cream starts melting, he’d much rather focus on you and talk. Only occasionally taking bites when you do

Pidge

Pidge always knew you were datable

And an amazing person

But she started falling for you when the paladins were trying to tell her to not go find Matt

You stepped in a stood up for her, gaining Shiro’s support.

And then when she was ready to leave she saw you putting your stuff into your lion

“You don’t think I’ll leave you alone, do you?”

She knows it’s because someone will need to be there for her in case Matt is gone

But she doesn’t complain

It’s a silent brewing of love and appreciation

And she’s so grateful to have you in her life

Shiro

When Keith was confused and stuck without Shiro, you stepped up and found him

He was surprised at first

But you took care of him and helped him out as he got better

You were there for him to lean on. Always.

Literally and figuratively

His appreciation turned into adoration and then his adoration turned into pure, genuine love

Once he was fully healthy again

He’d try to pay it back to you

By protecting you when you went against any threats

ESPECIALLY when you were out of your lion

And then it just becomes a thing where you protect each other

It’s adorable

He loves you and he protects you

And vice versa

Adorable, I say.

#voltron legendary defender #voltron #takashi shirogane #shiro x reader #keith kogane x reader #keith kogane #hunk x reader #pidge x reader #pidge holt #voltron pidge #lance mcclain #lance x reader #voltron legendary defender x reader #voltron x reader #voltron x you #ice cream sandwiches are amazing

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crabonfire · 2 months

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sick mercs (1/3)

characters: offense class

warnings: none, fluff and crack (I think)

note: I hate making things into parts BUUTTT pyros ALONE ended up being super long, so I'm making them based off of class!! and...its 2 am so I should probably be asleep instead of writing anyway. Parts 2 and 3 will feature the other classes, and will be written tomorrow! Cause its late and I'm tired! okay love u

no but why did I make pyros so long 😭 it was a whole fic wtf

reposts and shares appreciated (u///u)<3

♡Scout♡

•When he's sick he's SUPPPERRR dramatic over it cause when he was a kid his ma was super doting and stuff, and since he was the youngest it made sense. But with you he tries to be all suave and tough, not wanting to admit the fever he has is absolutely killing him, oh the runny nose he has? That's just cause...he...ate something spicy. Not cause of a flu, no...

•He makes an effort to not talk or see the team at all today, and weirdly, he only ever gets sick on ceasefire days. It's like his body isn't used to not doing anything and that gives him a chance to do a bunch of stupid stuff, that, in the end, gets him sick.

•So he's stuck in his room. When you or anyone else knock on his door he pretends he's asleep, and sometimes, he really is. But, when you catch him in the kitchen stealing one of Heavy's sandwiches, he's sniffling, his face slightly red (redder than usual) his expression one like a kicked puppy.

•When you confront him about it, he just acts like he's not sick.

"I'm not sick, okay?"

But when you put your foot down, getting him back to bed and getting the right medicine from the medic, he has this certain look on his face. His cheeks are red, probably because of his fever, but, it might also be caused by you.

The moment your voice turns soft, or stern, depending on how kind you wanna be to his stubbornness, his lips curl into a grin, and immediately he whines and melts, acting like his sickness is the end of the world.

"Ah, my head...ohhhh my head. Hurts so bad. Maybe if ya kiss it...I'll feel better." He says, his voice weak as he closes his eyes, shifting in bed like some sort of damsel in distress.

• He'd be real obedient as you give him medicine and stuff, and stare up at you with bright eyes, as if the little fucker wasn't acting so brave about it before. The moment anyone walks in or sees him being doted, he'll push you away (maybe even physically, in panic) cause he's scared to ruin his reputation.

But when they're gone, he'll apologize and cling to you like a parasite. Muttering and mumbling incoherent things for your attention. He's an ass, but he loves you.

• He'd always tell you how much he appreciates you as you stay by his side, his very dizzy and sick brain making him slur his words, that cheeky grin still plastered on his face.

"You care about me...haha."

"You're so sweet, you love me, don't you?"

You know how some people get super weird and sorta high when they're super sick? Yeah that's scout with you.

♡Soldier♡

• Like Scout, absolutely DENIES that he's sick.

"SICKNESS AND DISEASE IS MERELY A HOAX! AN EXCUSE CREATED BY COMMUNISTS TO SPREAD THEIR LIES ABOUT AMERICAN- ACHOO-"

• Entire day there's a gigantic frown on his face, he cannot stop sneezing. He sneezed on Scout, and Scout was convinced that he was gonna die.

Engineer is the first to speak up after seeing the soldier violently sneeze without closing his nose. But, his stubbornness gets in the way and he merely brushes him off. Then, half the team begs you to talk to him. So you do.

"Hey Soldier, uh, you...you're looking a little pale."

"PALE? WELL, I GUESS MY SKIN HAS BEEN LOOKING GOOD TODAY!"

You chuckled, "No, pale in a bad way. And I notice you've been sneezing a bunch, are you feeling okay? Did you catch a cold?"

He frowns, and yet again, denies any accusation that he's sick. It doesn't take long, though, when you convince him to stay in his room (or yours, which he'd prefer) so you could "surprise" him. He takes that as an invitation for something else and was a little disappointed when he realized it was a trick to get him to rest.

"Wait...THIS IS A TRAP! YOU'VE TRAPPED ME! HELP-"

He starts to yell as you take his helmet off. You simply laugh, placing it nearby. "Yeah. I trapped you, and now, I order you to stay in bed while I go get some medicine. Am I clear?"

He scoffs at your command. "And what if I DON'T stay?" He remarked, you frowned. "Then you'll be disappointing all the...Americans that spent so much time curating and- crafting the very medication that keeps us healthy."

You made that shit up on the spot, but you knew whenever you spoke to him like a commander did, he'd always listen. He thought about it for a moment and grumbled in reply;

"Fine."

• He does as you ask, staying completely still in bed, staring up at the ceiling with a frown, occasionally muttering things to himself as if this very action is the worst thing in the world. When you come back, tray in hand with medicine and a glass of water, his expression softens slightly.

You sit down on the bed, he sits up, and as you hand him the medicine, something warm grows in his chest. He stays silent as he takes the medicine reluctantly, before he stares at you with an unreadable expression.

You smile ask what's wrong but he shakes his head. A big grin appears on his face as he realizes something and he chuckles, but he doesn't tell you what he's thinking about.

"Thanks, cupcake."

• You take care of him, keeping a watch on him for a while as you beg him to get some rest for his cold. He agrees but only if you stay with him, and you do. He holds you tightly as he braves through his cold, head nuzzled in your shoulder as your treated like a Teddy bear.

He felt happy. Someone cared for him, and he didn't know why, but that realization made his heart feel full. Not the type of full he'd usually feel after a hard victory, or the type of full he'd feel after messing around with demoman all day, but a type of full he could feel only with you. He really cared for you, and he was honored you cared for him just as much.

♡Pyro♡

• You could honestly never tell pyro was sick. Sometimes they'd spend days with you as normal, very much sick, but they'd never show it. That's also because they had a strong immune system, and only got sick every couple of years or so.

The one time they've ever gotten sick around you, was during the hottest day in Teufort. Everyone was sweating their asses off, so you could imagine how bad it was for them. Having to be around fire, wearing a heavy, thick, fire retardant suit all day? Oh, it was bad.

They sat at the locker room for longer after battle had ended, seemingly staring off into the distance. Everyone else had left, so did you. But when they didn't come out for an hour or so you checked in on them, visibly worried.

"Pi? You okay?"

You saw them, still sitting in the same bench, looking off into the ground. You walked over to them, placing a hand on their shoulder. They jolted, as if awoken from a deep sleep. They turned their head, their breathing was loud in the quiet room, but it was heavy and ragged. You frowned in worry.

"What's wrong?"

• They muffled something even you couldn't understand, their voice was quiet, before they shook their head and got up. They almost stumbled, but you kept their balance. They leaned their head on your shoulder, and you could feel the heavy breaths they exhaled through their mask. You turned to them, placing a hand on their shoulder.

"It's a hot day, huh? Can't be feeling too good especially in that suit of yours."

They mumbled in reply, and you took that as a sign that they must've been real affected by the heat today. "Lets get you to your room, I'll get you a nice cold glass of water, okay?"

• You headed back to their room, allowing them to sit for a bit as you went and got some ice cold water. You sat by, the door locked as they lifted off their mask to take a sip. You could feel the heat they radiated, even from a short distance.

"Pi, I think you might have a fever."

They chugged down the water, before turning to you, lifting their mask back down. They went quiet for a moment before they nodded. You frowned, "Why didn't you say anything?" They shrugged, shaking their head. "Mmh mmhf mmh mmh mmhf mmhf mm mmhf." (I didn't think I was sick at first.)

You sighed, before humming. "I'll go get some medicine, you should probably lie down- maybe take the suit off first. I won't look if it'll make you uncomfortable." You stared at them, waiting for their response. They paused hesitantly, before nodding.

• When you got back, they were in bed, gas mask still on, but now in their tank top and unicorn themed shorts. They didn't show their body often, as they felt insecure of the scars they had. When they saw you, they pulled the blanket up to their chest, which you didn't comment on.

You walked over with a large bottle of water and some medicine, placing it on a nearby table.

"Medic said you just need some rest and a lot of water, so...don't forget to drink."

You didn't quite know what to do with the pyro. They were quiet, which, to you wasn't that unusual. But you could feel the nervousness, and you felt worried, as they didn't seem too good. They murmured a "thank you," staring up at you as you sit by them.

"Do you want me to leave?"

In truth, you didn't want to, and they didn't want you to either. But you didn't want to make them uncomfortable, as the only other times they've showed their body to you were in intimate situations. You didn't want to overwhelm them, but you wanted to take care of them. They shook their head, before mumbling;

"Mm mmhn mmhf mm mmhh mmhf mm mmhn mmhnf mmh." (You don't have to stay if you don't want to.)

"I'll stay for a bit. You need your rest and.. I wanna make sure you're okay."

That sentence could make them melt if the heat wasn't already doing that to them. They let out a hoarse giggle. You always made them swoon, even if the things you said weren't overly romantic. It always meant a lot to them, as they never really had someone who cared.

That noise always made you smile, as you stared down at them. It was silent for a while as you two looked at each other. Even under the mask you could tell they had a smile. You've only ever seen that smile once, and the thought of it makes your heart race. You soon broke the silence, slowly getting up.

"Drink your meds and get some sleep, okay?

• As you left, they couldn't help but smile. They got up to lock the door, before taking off their mask and flopping into bed. Not forgetting to do as you said, they fall fast asleep with you on their mind.

Even in their dreams your their, and even with this small, common gesture of caring for them, they cant help but feel a bit weak in the knees when they think of you. They thought the engineer was sweet, but you? They should call you sugar.

It was the first time they had someone worry so much, the way you frowned at them made their chest tighten, and weirdly, in a reaffirming way. In a way that made them realize they weren't so bad, and they were capable of being cared for.

Maybe they were getting too into it, but they didn't care.

♡♡♡♡

I did not expect pyros to be long. Like I was writing and suddenly as I was looking back I realized how much I was yapping. Shit. Anyway, defense and support classes will be written by tomorrow, probably the one or both. Yay!

#tf2 #tf2 x reader #tf2 headcanons #tf2 scout #tf2 soldier #tf2 pyro #tf2 scout x reader #tf2 soldier x reader #tf2 pyro x reader #tf2 offense classes #tf2 offense #tf2 fanfiction #tf2 fanfic #love u pyro #was in a pyro kinda mood writing this so yeah theirs is the longest #crabonfire

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tf2-headcanon-quotes-confesions · 7 months

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How good is each merc at cooking?

Merc Cooking Scale

Soldier 0/10

Everything he makes is poison. Or radioactive. Or stone. Or some combination.

That is, if there’s even anything left of anything after he’s done

Many, many, many, wild explosions have happened. Stuff that’d make Demo amazed.

He is banned from the kitchen.

Sniper 2/10

This man lives off instant meals.

He’s just the kind of guy who learned how to make what he likes and has stuck to that.

Not only that, but he would absolutely suck if he tried anything else. He’s not interested in learning, either.

He will eat plain wild game to survive if need be. He's got such bland tastes you can't convince me otherwise.

He does not like trying new food.

Medic 3/10

I don't trust him.

Pyro 4/10

They’re actually a pretty okay cook when they can focus! They enjoy helping around the kitchen.

Usually, they enjoy finger food that doesn’t require a lot of prep. They make those faces/pictures out of platters.

They are an excellent sweets maker. But when working with complex savory stuff things get much harder for them.

And when the stove is involved... well...

Somehow, though, their damage has never been bad as Solly’s.

Engineer 5/10

Man can cook a solid meal. He doesn’t, usually, but he enjoys it when he does.

His cooking is always super greasy.

His meals are also pretty limited. Really only knows how to make meat-based stuff like bacon, BBQ, eggs, chili, and roasts.

He’ll try his best if you can't/won’t eat meat but it's not the best.

His breakfasts are so good though.

Heavy 6/10

He’s actually a very decent chef but is brought down by the limited resources he had growing up

He’s had to find pretty much every way to cook a bear there is. His family and him are tired of bear meat but to fresh mouths it’s delicious!

He’s slowly learning how to include more variety in his cooking. Sandwiches were an easy introduction and are now his favorite food.

Cooking has become a hobby of his but he’s limited by his own pallet.

His cold meals (meals that don’t involve stove/oven/crockpot/etc., not literally cold food) are very good!

Spy (7/10)

He knows how, of course. He can make plenty of gourmet meals if need be like any respectable gentleman.

The problem is he hates actual doing it.

He can make a bunch if specific fancy meals very very well. They are delicious. They are beautiful. They are perfect.

But he can only make those things. He’s got absolutely zero creativity in the kitchen and could not tell you the basics of cooking.

He can follow a recipe but won’t bother to learn why you take the steps you take in it.

Demo (9/10)

He’s actually got a very similar story to Heavy but without the lack of resources.

He’s a mixologist. He’s a chef. He’s Husband Material.

After he went to live with his parents again, cooking became favorite chore.

As they got older, it also became an obligation. One he fulfilled with love and service.

He loves cooking for other people. He won’t ever really do it for himself. He likes sharing his meals much more than eating/preparing them.

It’s the social aspect for him.

Scout 10/10

Scout? How’s Scout so high up? It feels like he shouldn’t know how to do more than make toast, right?

WRONG.

His oldest brother is the best god damn cook in all of Boston. You bet your ass he spent his childhood eagerly observing him and their Ma.

From the time he was old enough to grip a spoon was eager to help out and prove himself.

He’s an excellent chef—and a resourceful one. He can make a gourmet meal out of five bucks.

Everyone is absolutely SHOCKED the first time he cooked for them. Spy accused him of ordering it from a restaurant to fool them but he was too genuinely knowledgeable/passionate about it.

His chicken meals are exquisite.

#tf2 #all mercs #headcanon #tf2 headcanons #soldier tf2 #scout tf2 #sniper tf2 #medic tf2 #demo tf2 #spy tf2 #heavy tf2 #pyro tf2 #engineer tf2

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peachyjinx · 7 months

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On The Edge- Ch 2: Stormy Weather

Word count: 4.4k

Summary: You ask for advice on your situation. Loki insists on flirting with you, and you're no closer to finding your orgasm (this chapter is all plot).

Warnings: Just mentions of masturbation and sex

After a few more moments of sitting in silence with Loki, you decided you were going to go for it. Either tell him how you feel or just kiss him. What’s the worst that could happen- Loki would say no? He’s right here, his hand on your knee, and he just came on to you, so of course he wouldn’t say no!

Just as you worked up your courage, you and Loki’s phones went off with a notification. You groaned and pulled out your phone begrudgingly, knowing it’s probably a mission.

Meet at the Tower at 0900.

Great, today was just starting off so well. It’s as if your bosses are deliberately cockblocking you.

“Well, should we go then?,” Loki stood, holding out his hand for you to take it as you got up.

“I was really enjoying the peace, this is bullshit,” you muttered under your breath as you walked alongside Loki towards the tower.

“Ah, such is the life of a superhero, Darling,” Loki smirked, and you tried not to melt at the pet name he called you.

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Day 14

You audibly moaned as the hot water hit your back in your own shower, comforting you. The mission had taken you to Winnipeg of all places, where it was still mostly frozen over. It had been a tough infiltration of a Hydra compound to retrieve the Talisman of Power from them, but the team was successful. While you and Cap provided the brawn (both being super soldiers), Loki and Wanda provided the magic. Despite your strong team, this was still a tougher battle than any others you had been in. Of course Loki saved the day, his magic was stronger than any magic that the henchmen had used against your team.

You could feel the tension in your muscles softening, and you thought of Loki- who was now constantly on your mind. The day in the park was both pure bliss and pure torture. All you wanted was to crawl into his lap, grind on him and possibly fuck him on the very public park bench. Yet he didn’t make a move- he just sat there and tried to chat with you as though everything were completely platonic.

But you noticed in Winnipeg how he looked concerned when you were thrown against that wall. And that you were the only teammate he checked in on on the flight back in the Quinjet. Why did it seem like he wanted you but wasn’t making a move?

You felt your hand wander down in between your thighs, feeling yourself get moist thinking about him again.

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Unsuccessful again. This is ridiculous.

You thought you could ignore the issue of the missing orgasm, but that didn’t last long- you had to talk to someone. You’ve masturbated a dozen times and nothing. Your impatience with your body was wearing thin, and you needed to talk to someone.

You’d texted your friends back home for advice, but they were swamped with work, or kids, or just haven’t had a moment for a quick call. You decided it’s time to talk to a coworker about it. That’s totally normal, right?

You’d sat on your couch, feeling anxious as you texted Wanda. She had always been kind, and your bond over the last year had grown increasingly stronger, especially recently.

Hey, want to grab a bite to eat? I’ve got something going on that I could really use your advice on.

Sure, meet you downstairs at noon?

Relief flooded you that you could actually talk to someone about this. You smiled and headed to your bathroom to get ready.

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You tentatively looked at Wanda as her eyes widened watching the large BLTs being set down in front of the two of you. Your friendship was still new, but now was the time to take it to the next level.

“Ok this is super awkward, I have to talk to you about something,” you looked into her large green eyes, concern showing there now at your words.

“Of course, you can talk to me about anything,” she encouraged, setting down her sandwich and reaching her hand across the table to gently squeeze yours.

Your eyes focused on the diner window next to you, embarrassed to have to say this out loud to Wanda, sitting across the booth from you.

“Ok, here goes. So…I haven’t been able to orgasm in like two weeks. And, like, that’s not normal for me. At all. And I’m kinda freaked out and just needed to talk to someone about it,” your eyes flicked back to hers. Her face showed no judgment, only worry.

“I am so sorry, that sounds rough-,” her eyebrows tilted towards each other.

“It’s like I’m blocked up,” you interrupted her, the past couple week’s frustration boiling over.

“I’ve tried everything, and different things, and just nothing. And there’s this guy…,” you stop yourself before divulging your crush. But what does it matter at this point? You’ve already told her an incredibly intimate detail of your personal life.

You pick up your sandwich, taking a huge bite to stop yourself from going on about how much you want to fuck Loki.

Wanda cocked her head to the side, studying you for a moment, a small smile on her lips.

“Well, first of all, I would not be too concerned. Stranger things have happened to all of us, right?,” she joked, making you smile a little.

“...and who is this guy you mentioned, is he on the team?”, she inquired gently as she looked at you with thoughtful eyes.

You chewed slowly, wondering if you should tell her about your full blown obsession. This felt like high school again, when you whispered who you “like liked” to your girlfriends at the lunch table. You swallowed and took a deep breath.

Fuck it.

“Okay, but please do not tell ANYONE. I swear, if it gets out, I’m coming for you,” you faux threatened her, pointing at her with your fork.

“Don’t worry, I won’t even tell Vis. But I may be able to help you if you give me the full story!”, she cheerfully encouraged you.

“It’s Loki…,” you paused for a moment after saying his name. You rarely said it outside of missions or the Tower, and it carried a heavier weight now.

“Wanda…I’ve got it bad,” you looked at her hopelessly, trying to gauge her reaction.

A large smile spread across her face as she nodded knowingly as she started to eat her lunch. You read her body language, mortified. She knew.

“Oh NO could you tell?!,” you brought your hands to your face, trying to hide.

“Well I’m not around the two of you much. But I definitely sensed your nerves around him the last few days. I thought it may just be that he puts everyone on a slight edge,” she replied nonchalantly.

“No, my nerves are for different reasons,” you whined, feeling embarrassed that you were so readable.

“Because you want to fuck him,” she teased with a smirk. You felt blush all over your face, embarrassed hearing the truth spoken out loud by your teammate.

“Yes, desperately,” you sighed, looking back out the window at nothing in particular.

“I don’t blame you, he is quite attractive. Not my type, but I get it. Well, at least you know someone you could sleep with to test out if you have the same problem with a man!”, she joked as she ate her chips.

“Oh I want to, I almost tried to hit on him- but I shouldn’t. I work with him. And he would just be so SMUG about it. He might not even be interested and then he’ll reject me, and he’ll just taunt me in front of everyone. Besides, I’m sure he goes out and gets laid all the time, right?”, you asked, hoping the answer was no, but knowing he did.

“Oh yes, there are definitely rumors, he’s been out all night and comes back the next day. We’ve all assumed that was what was going on, and he doesn’t try to deny it. I’m sure if we asked, he’d tell us all about what he’s been up to. And the way he shamelessly flirts when we’re out…”.

You felt your smile fade as you thought about all the men and women he’s been with. Wanda quickly picked up on your disappointment and tried to lift your spirits.

“....BUT I will say he’s never brought anyone to the tower. And I think you two would be a good match. If that’s what you’re interested in. Are you interested in him romantically?,” she gently prodded more.

You sighed, nodding.There was no denying it, you weren’t just in lust with him- there was affection, too. Damn him.

You reached your arm out to the server walking by, “Excuse me, I’m going to need a milkshake over here!”.

Wanda chuckled and gave you another all-knowing smile, “It will be okay, I promise.”

Even if she couldn’t guarantee that, it still made you feel better.

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Day 15

Thunder clapped loudly outside, making you jump awake. Your eyes flew open and you quickly assessed your surroundings. You felt your heart racing as the sound of rain came crashing against your windows. This was something you didn’t like about living in the tower- harsh thunderstorms were much louder. It was the kind of thunderstorm that only came at the changing of the season- loud and violent, as if Thor was battling outside your window.

You laid in bed, trying to get back to sleep, but the loud claps and flashing behind your eyelids made it impossible.

You groaned and rolled out of bed, deciding to venture downstairs for a snack- there was no way you were going to sleep until it was over.

As you sleepily yawned, you walked to the kitchen and your eyes scanned the living area next to it.

Loki sat in the corner on a large couch, quietly thumbing through a book. This was the first time you had seen him since Winnipeg. It’s so strange how much he keeps to himself, often lingering quietly in the background. You wondered if he really wanted to be here- sometimes he acted like he was a prisoner.

“Can’t sleep either, huh?”, you quietly kid with him as you opened the fridge door.

“No, Gods don’t require as much sleep as a human. Thor and I are often up while you and the others sleep,” Loki remarked as he closed his book with a soft thud, getting off the couch to saunter towards you.

“Huh, I didn’t know that,” you set the bread and jelly on the counter, looking for the peanut butter in the cabinet.

You could hear him approaching from behind you, but focused on your sandwich plans. You were not going to let him get to you right now.

“And why are you up at this hour? Something bothering you?,” his dulcet tone made you quiver as you tried to ignore your body’s reaction.

Loki stopped directly behind you, only a few inches of space between the two of you.

“Is there something else I can help you with? Are you quite parched, Darling?”, his deep voice tempting you as he stood close to you.

You felt your body charged with heat, the sexual tension palpable because of his body’s closeness to yours. What did he mean by you being parched? Thirsty? What is he up to?

“No…I just…,” you stuttered and turned your head to look into his eyes- his gaze was intense and a smirk played at the corner of his lip. You need him. Like, yesterday.

You felt your body acting on its own as you turned to face him, your instincts to close the gap and kiss him raging in your body. He looked down at you, smirking as if he knew exactly what you needed.

“Hey, what’s going on?,” Thor grinned as he walked into the kitchen, hair wet from his post workout shower. He looked between the two of you, confused about you standing so close in the kitchen and staring into each other’s eyes.

Loki quietly chuckled, slowly wetting his lips with his tongue. Your eyes darted to Thor, suddenly feeling embarrassed as cleared your throat.

“Nothing of interest,” Loki replied as he stepped away from you with a nod to his brother.

What was that? You realized now your heart was racing, your body yearning for you and Loki to finish what you started. You eyed Loki suspiciously as he walked back towards his couch. He must’ve heard Thor coming- what was he doing? Teasing you on purpose? He always flirted, but this was next level.

You quickly spoke to Thor to fill the air that felt so tense from your moment with Loki.

“Well I couldn’t sleep, this thunderstorm is loud. So, yea- I couldn’t sleep, was hungry, so I came down to make a snack,” you gestured at the half made PB&J. You returned to your task, messily putting it together.

“Oh yea? I hadn’t noticed. Would you like me to stop it?,” Thor asked as he casually lifted his gallon jug of water like it weighed nothing, drinking out of it.

“Wait, can you just stop this storm?,” you looked at him, puzzled as you walked toward him with your sandwich in hand.

“Oh sure!,” he grinned widely. Out of the side of your eye, you saw Loki sit back down and return to his book.

Thor pointed towards the ceiling, squinting for a moment. You listened and then walked over to the windows, gazing over the city. The rain had stopped. The sky was now clear, and you could faintly see the stars now.

“Wow… you guys really are Gods, huh?,” you muttered in awe as you looked back at him.

“Yup! One of the many bonuses,” Thor smiled and winked at you while he pointed finger guns in your direction, and you felt a blush on your cheek. Those Odinsons were very full of themselves.

Thor plopped down next to his brother, “Loki, what do you think of going out for a bit? I’ve heard there’s this new club-”

“Not interested,” Loki cut his brother off, licked his finger and turned a page, clearly annoyed at Thor’s boisterous presence.

You stood there another moment, replaying the last few minutes as you looked out the window. You and Loki had just been about to…something. And then nothing. Again. Loki definitely made his intention clear. But there’s nothing that can be done now that Thor’s here.

You felt relief that there was definitely something between you, and you had to suppress the overjoyed smile creeping across your lips.

“Well, thanks Thor. I really appreciate it!,” you nodded and gave him a friendly wave as you decided to go back to your room.

“Sweet dreams, Darling,” Loki cooed to you without looking up from his book. You felt a pang of need, briefly thinking of inviting him back to your room. Nope, bad idea- not in front of Thor, he was a total gossip.

“You too, Loki,” you shot back with flirty confidence, turning to hide the beaming smile you couldn’t contain any longer.

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Day 17

You and Wanda meandered through the crowd, taking in the sights and sounds of the street fair. The storms had passed (thanks to Thor), and the weather was clear and bright. You felt great except for one thing…

“Any news? How is it going with your elusive orgasm?”, Wanda casually asked before taking a sip of her smoothie.

“Ugh, still absent. I dunno, maybe it’s forever,” you dryly joked, hoping that wasn’t the case.

“Hm…I think it’s time you had sex, instead of just masturbation. When are you going to ask for Loki’s help?,” she teased you, giving you a gentle nudge with her shoulder.

“I don’t know what the hell he’s doing. He came up behind me the other night, like inches behind me, and was asking if there was ‘anything else he could help me with’,” you mocked Loki’s tone.

“What do you think he meant by that? Was he offering to fuck you?,” Wanda seemed as perplexed as you.

“It sure felt like it, I was about to jump his bones but then Thor walked in. But it’s like he’s deliberately torturing me- he immediately dropped it. It’s starting to piss me off. I haven’t seen him since that night, it’s almost as if he’s avoiding me. I’ve been intentionally in the common rooms more than normal, but Loki’s nowhere to be found!,” you shook your head, annoyed.

“Why don’t you go to him, then? Just go to his room, make a move!,” Wanda encouraged as she smiled at a group of teens giggling as they walked by the two of you.

“I don’t know, we keep getting interrupted. I really think it’s the universe telling me to back off. Plus, he's not exactly shy- if he wanted me, he'd just go for it,” you replied, feeling a bit dejected.

The two of you headed towards a jewelry stand, smiling politely at the woman who stood behind the table while the two of you perused her wares.

“Hmm, perhaps you’re right. It is strange that he hits on you, but then doesn’t follow through. Maybe Loki isn’t the answer. What about Bruce? I bet he can keep a secret”, she asked thoughtfully, while looking at a necklace.

“No way! I mean, he’s nice and all but not the kinda thing I’m into,” you replied with a shrug.

“Steve?”

You couldn’t hold back your look of distaste as you scrunched up your nose, making Wanda chuckle.

“Don’t get me wrong, Steve is hot. And he’s a really nice, kind man…,” you walked back your immediate reaction, pondering the suggestion.

“...But you prefer an asshole,” Wanda finished your thought.

You laughed, maybe she was onto something.

“I hear Logan is joining the team next week,” she suggested as the two of you left the tent back into the street.

“Too hairy, not really my type.” You shook your head adamantly.

“I think the problem is that you’re too picky. And you’re fixated on a certain man. You should just show up at his door, and ask him to fuck you already. And if you’re not going to do that, move on,” a bit of frustration filled Wanda’s voice.

“Yea, maybe you’re right. I’m going to have to make a decision one way or another, because I think this pent up horniness is messing with my mind- I’m going crazy!,” you said with an exasperated tone.

As the two of you continued to explore, you glanced around the fair, looking for Loki. You knew he was here somewhere, Thor had talked about the two of them joining the rest of your team after their sparring time.

Your eyes found Loki across the street as you scanned the crowd. His outfit was impeccable as always- a tight emerald green sweater and black slacks that hugged his sculpted body perfectly. He always looked effortlessly cool and put together, and it drove you crazy. You felt an intense need to mess him up, ripping his clothes off of his body as the two of you devoured each other like animals.

Loki stood smiling his perfect smile as he took selfies with people- a group of women and men were slowly gathering around him. Others on the street started to gather around Thor and Steve, as well. The team didn’t normally all go out together, and now people were picking up on who you were.

“Excuse me, you’re on the Avengers, right?”, a deep voice questioned from behind the two of you, breaking your concentration on Loki. You and Wanda turned around, realizing that crowds were not just forming around your teammates, but you two as well.

“Uh, yes,” you smiled hesitantly at the handsome man. He was tall, broad shouldered, and you could see his large chest muscles under his tight black t-shirt. His tanned skin complimented his chestnut wavy hair with blonde highlights. You had to stop yourself from undressing him with your eyes, your wanton desperation seeming to take over as you felt your heart race.

Wanda noticed your immediate reaction, and gently pushed you on your back, moving you closer to him. You shot her a look.

“Wow, I just want to thank you, you know, for everything. Could I get a selfie?”, he smiled with attentive eyes.

You suddenly felt flustered- nobody typically noticed you amongst the others, but it felt great.

“Yea, of course,” you beamed, feeling your cheeks get hot as you posed. You noticed Wanda was also posing for a selfie, and a line had begun to form by her. You scanned the crowd again, realizing what was going on- crowds were forming around the Avengers, wanting autographs and selfies.

“Thanks again for, you know, saving the world and all that…I live in the Village and once saw you and the others beating up some guys…,” the man shyly smiled at you, and you found yourself taken aback by how sweet he was despite his very buff exterior.

“Oh, you know, just part of the job…,” you acted nonchalant, playing it cool as you flirtatiously pulled a strand of hair behind your ear and flashed him a smirk.

Suddenly, a shove from behind pushed your elbow, knocking your coffee out of your hand as you gasped.

“Sorry!,” a teen yelled as he ran towards Tony for an autograph. You rolled your eyes at Tony, who could’ve stayed behind in the tower, but couldn’t help himself as he showed off his new suit to the forming crowds.

“Oh no! Are you okay? Can I buy you another coffee?,” the handsome man next to you offered. He seemed very gentle and kind. You were wary, but in the back of your mind you thought that maybe this was exactly what you needed.

“Yea I’m fine…but sure, I’ll take another coffee,” you smiled at him, as he took your hand and led you away from the crowd, towards a vendor stall.

“My name’s Eric, by the way,” he nodded to you and gestured for you to order your replacement brew. You ordered and briefly wondered how you should play this. Was he being friendly or flirty? He’s cute, and you desperately needed to be fucked. You decided to go for it.

“Nice to meet you, Eric. Thanks for getting me another coffee, you didn’t have to. Are you sure your girlfriend wouldn’t mind?,” you smiled coyly.

You forgot how nice it was to flirt outside the tower. There was a whole city of available men and you’d been pining over a snobby prince with an attitude.

A snobby prince who was headed towards you. You caught a glimpse of Loki walking to the vendor where you and Eric stood. His face was placid, no strong emotions as he slowly strolled forward.

Eric laughed at your brazen flirtation, “No girlfriend. So would it be too forward of me to ask for your number?.” You looked into his hazel eyes, not seeing any malice, only warmth. Just what you needed- someone who was nice and direct, no more head games.

“No, not too forward at all, I’d love to give you my number!”, you couldn’t help but blush and grin as you tried to continue your breezy facade.

“Are you alright? I saw that man run into you,” Loki asked as he arrived next to the two of you, showing more concern for your well being than was necessary. Not even Steve rushed to your aid- because it wasn’t needed, it was just a spilled coffee and you’re a super soldier.

You decided to dismiss whatever Loki was up to.

“Oh yea, I’m fine, it wasn’t a big deal!,” you hand waved him away, hoping he’d take the hint. He’s done nothing but toy with you for the last couple of weeks, you’re not about to let him stop you from this.

“Hi, I’m Eric, nice to meet you!,” Eric extended a hand to Loki, who immediately took it firmly.

“Loki, God of Mischief, Prince of Asgard,” he said in a tone that could be easily considered condescending. You had to stop yourself from rolling your eyes.

“Oh yea! Nice to meet you man, you’re Thor’s brother, right?,” Eric asked genuinely, not having a clue how incendiary that question was. Loki hated to only be known as "Thor's brother". You internally screamed and looked at him, praying he wouldn't make a scene. He gave a big smile, stepping away from Eric and closer to you.

“Yes.”

Loki didn’t elaborate, he just stood next to the two of you, lingering while you looked at Eric. A brief moment passed as the three of you stood silently, and you and Eric exchanged confused looks. Loki had managed to make this encounter incredibly awkward. Bastard.

Eric finally cleared his throat , “so…your number?”, he handed his phone to you.

“Yes! Of course!,” you took his phone and put your number in, as Loki continued to stand there, watching quietly, his hands in his pockets and standing confidently reserved.

“Maybe we could grab dinner? I’m out of town for work the next few days, but we could go out when I get back?,” Eric asked hopefully, ignoring Loki like you were.

“Sounds perfect,” you replied happily as you heard the notification of his test text coming through your phone.

“Cool, it was great to meet you, text me!,” he smiled, waving to you as he walked back towards his friends in the crowd.

You watched him walk away for a moment, then remembered who was standing right next to you. You suddenly felt very angry.

“What the hell was that, Loki?!,” you asked, smacking him on the arm. He just smirked down at you. Again, no sign of any affection towards you, Loki simply stood next to you.

“Just a concerned teammate,” he casually replied, now turning his attention back to the crowds thinning out.

“Why are you so concerned that I’m talking to another man?! What’s the matter- jealous??,” you remarked in a mocking tone, as you headed back towards Wanda.

Loki laughed and turned to walk in the opposite direction of you, uninterested in continuing the conversation. You watched as he sauntered away, his regal, confident stride irritating you more.

You threw your arms up, frustrated at his intrusion on your moment with Eric. This was deliberate now. He’s just trying to prevent you from being with someone else, but he doesn’t want you either. What a dick.

Wanda flagged you down as she and Vision made their way towards you, the crowds thinning.

“Well that guy was super cute! Do you think he has what it takes to cure you?,” Wanda cheerfully teased as she hooked arms with yours.

“Are you sick?,” Vision asked, sounding as concerned as an android could.

“Something like that,” you chuckled. The three of you continued to walk through the crowd, and you noticed Loki get swarmed again by a group of men and women.

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babyjakes · 8 months

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safe smiles. [blurb.]

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event | august '23 general requests blurb night

summary | your daddy helps you face your fear of dentists.

pairing | soft!dentist!daddy!steve rogers x little!reader

warnings | sfw regression. reader is afraid of dentists. soooo much comfort from daddy!steve (who is a dentist hehe <3). depictions of dental/medical setting and procedures.

word count | 453

requested by @super-soldier-sandwich | This is my formal request for a dentist!daddy blurb!

an | this has been a looooong time coming sweet friend, thankyou for sending in your request and hope you enjoy the sweetest softest safest daddy!stevie!!! (i think i might make a longer dentist comfort fic at some point, maybe with a reader who has a more severe phobia, but for right now i thought this would be a good little introduction to the idea hehe <333

"Deep breaths, sweetheart. You're doing so well for me. Daddy's just getting everything set up, okay?" You try to blink back your tears as you watch your daddy preparing the little tray of tools next to his stool. "Look baby, nothing scary," Steve tries to reassure you, letting you get a good look at each of the instruments.

"Pokey, Daddy," you whimper, pointing to one of the sharper-looking tools.

Steve nods sympathetically as he picks it up, explaining to you, "I know it looks a little sharp, doll, but I promise it won't hurt. Daddy will just use it to scrape gently against one of your teeth to make sure it's nice and healthy. Remember how Daddy told you that teeth are kind of like bones? Your teeth are super strong, so you won't even feel the pokey part."

Steve pulls on a pair of gloves before pausing, giving you a comforting smile. "Are you ready, sweetheart?" he asks softly. "Can I tilt the chair back so we can get started?"

You try not to whimper as the strange mechanical chair moves beneath you. Your daddy helps you fit your head into its place, bringing the adjustable light down a bit to shine over your face. "Keep taking big breaths for me, princess. Daddy's so proud of you; you're being so brave," Steve praises as he sees your nerves heightening again.

"The first part is easy; we're just gonna brush your teeth, okay little one?" he explains as he prepares the small electric polisher with some toothpaste. "The brush is gonna make a funny noise, but that's just because it's working hard to clean better. Can you open wide for me, baby?" Steve prompts gently.

You look at the brush with big eyes, feeling more tears well up as you try not to shrink away from the dentist sitting beside you. "Oh sweetie," he frowns, setting down the instrument as he senses you're not quite ready. "It's okay, we can take our time. Daddy's right here," he promises, reaching over to hold your hand soothingly as he lets you calm down. "Daddy's not gonna make you do anything until you're ready, okay honey? Just breathe, you're okay. You're safe."

Though the thought of your daddy performing a dental check-up on you is frightening, you know he's being truthful. He would never force you to do anything before you were ready and willing, which is comforting to know as you do your best to face your fears. "Good, there you go, doll. See?" Steve smiles as he sees your fears settling again. "You're doing so good, y/n. Are you ready to start? Just stop Daddy at any time if you need to, okay?"

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ghouljams · 5 months

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My dear, so sorry but allow me to brain root this idea here. Feel free to delete it or just kill me for bothering you.

Street race!au

All of the boys work on cars after deployment as a hobby. Maybe Alex or Gaz open a mechanic shop just to have something to do in medical leaves. Their first contact with street race was in a small car gathering, one guy got too cocky about his Bugatti and shit talking the other till Soap got enough. After winning with his Dragster project, people keep inviting them for other races.

Price and Laswell are against it in the beginning. If police ever get one of them it's game over, Martial court and prison. Definitely something they don't want to have to report on, but after some persuasion (it's good to keep the reflexes going, Gaz said, and Ghost can finally learn how to drive better. Much to Ghost protests, it actually helps him understand that scratching the car only means he will be the one paying and fixing it, so he started to avoid getting too close from guard rail or other cars, curbs and signals.) They finally give in, with only a promise to not get near civis! Only empty streets, roads or particular sites or Price himself will skin them.

None of them really buy brand new, no they got to auditions selling broke down cars, going in places with abandoned car bodies. You know seeing something broken and thrown away coming back to life by their hands always brings a smile to their faces.

Price with a Rolls Royce, liking to run on long and straight roads. Gearbox is as stiff as his neck. Break lights blinking as if passing a Morse code. He is better at calibrating things, tried once to work on the electric part and now his radio always turns one whenever he goes left.

Ghost with a GT- R Godzilla, hating curves and dirt roads. Has a skeleton keychain on his rear window gifted from Soap. Likes to work on motors and such. Once have fallen asleep under a project and Gaz and Soap thought it was going to be a great idea to wake him up by smashing an empty cane on his feet. One bruise later, the two of them will work on his car for free to pay the headache.

Soap with a Dodge Challenger dragster, Loves to pop his exhaust to challenge people. More than once his tires explode when burning tires, has to take a lift with Gaz. Do bodywork in the office but prefer to paint and custom.

Gaz with a supra, confident in curves and sew. His car has a generic green plastic soldier hanging on the rear window, Soap gift. The only one with actual patience to do electric work and welding. Once was convinced by Soap to try and use the solder to heat up hotdogs, Ghost swears that the smell of it hunts the place.

(wanted to write more but I think it's alright a small bible.)

Thanks for letting me bored you. Hope you have a wonderful month. 💕🌹💕🌹

Ok, I'm not a car guy (except the dodge challenger, fuck I love a hellcat) but I have watched a lot of Initial D so... I'm basically a drag racing expert.

First thing's first I firmly believe Ghost does not have a license, this man is driving so fucking illegally it is unreal.

Second, headcanons:

I love Soap in a muscle car, it fits him like a glove. He's pulling up with a worn out leather jacket and a sandwich from tesco, late for the race because he knows he'll win. Loves corners. The thrill of seeing how close he can get to the rail is almost as good as watching a bomb go off. He's got those good precision fingers too, I bet he does a lot of filigree and line work on the cars he paints. Probably has a signature style to it that people pay through the nose for. Price has told him multiple times to stop upcharging, he is not going to. Also feels a lot like a trick driver. Driving backwards, lots of donuts and super quick drifts to whip his car around. I think electrical would also be his thing, again it's those precision fingers. He already does wiring for demo work why not cars?

Gaz on call for pickups every time Ghost or Soap fucks up their car. Ghost is in the passenger seat all the fucking time because he stalled his car and it won't start again. Gaz has literally never seen a car stall as much as Ghost's car stalls. Gaz is point man for setting up races, he knows everyone who has a fast car, knows what streets will be empty, knows where the cops will be, he's calling flag girls just to keep this shit classy. You will not catch him slipping. He's an all around-er. He's got the curves, the straight aways, he can do it all and he does it with a smile. He's having the best time. If you ride with him you will be holding on for dear life because he is not slowing down for that turn. Ghost nearly pisses himself the first time he catches a ride home from Gaz, Soap throws up. Price will not get in the car with him.

Price strikes me as a coach type, he's attempting to manage the team Gaz has put together, but he's really just there to watch. I agree I think he's best in the straight away. He's definitely suped up his rolls, and can blast through any competition, as long as he doesn't have to do too much drifting. Gaz attempted to drive his car once and learned the hard way that the gear box cannot handle curves well. Price doesn't care, he likes to go fast so he doesn't need to do much else. He's in the shop every other month staring at the engine while Soap and Gaz hover. He will not take suggestions, eyes on your own work soldiers.

Ghost doesn't like to drive as much as he likes working pit, hard agree. He's a real black thumb, engines are his bread and butter. I want to see that man in coveralls, wiping his oil covered hands on a rag as he inspects his work. Lowkey hates driving. Gaz and Soap are insistent that he knows how to race, because there's nothing more terrifying that having Ghost pull up to a race in his blacked out Godzilla. Definitely gets pulled over all the time for having his windows tinted too dark. I think his engine is loud once it gets up above 140 kph, by design not because there's anything wrong with it. Stalls his car all the fucking time because the man cannot drive if he's not racing. Certified passenger princess. Soap makes him a shitty pink glitter t-shirt that barely fits and Ghost wears it all the time around base. Pisses Price off to no end, have some goddamn self respect.

#ghoul speaks #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #captain john price #kyle gaz garrick #street racing au #yeah anyway I don't need more aus on the pile #this doesn't feel like a darling au #more like a platonic boys being stupid au

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sinner-as-saint · 2 years

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middle of the night

Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader AU (one-shot)

Run-through: Going on missions with Sam and Bucky meant always having to share sleeping quarters. And while Sam was a heavy sleeper, Bucky was not. Being a light sleeper was bad enough, but when paired with his enhanced hearing, every little sound woke him up. Including the constant buzzing of your vibrator at night. Bucky needs his sleep to be able to kick ass the next day so he has to find an alternative to all that buzzing. So he makes you an offer you can’t say no to.

Themes: smut, slight degrading kink, grumpy!bucky, use of sex toys, explicit language, dirty talk, spit, fluff

a/n: quick lil fic because I miss bucky

Bucky had his head sandwiched between two pillows and he could still hear it.

The buzzing sound coming from the room next to his which you currently occupied. The two compact bedrooms were divided only by thin drywall which meant that Bucky could hear everything.

Every. Single. Thing.

A regular person might have only heard a faint buzzing of the toy. But with his super soldier abilities, Bucky heard more than that. The buzzing of the vibrator was the loudest, he could even hear when you changed the settings going from low vibrations to higher ones. He could also hear the bed creaking when you shifted around. He could hear your annoyed groans when you simply could not get yourself off. This has been going on for two nights straight now.

Each time the buzzing stopped, Bucky would think that maybe you gave up and fell asleep. But then a few minutes later the buzzing would start again. He wondered how the hell the battery hadn’t died yet. This was the third night and frankly speaking, it was getting annoying now. Not to mention that you were all currently in a warm, humid area so the buzzing sounded like a stubborn mosquito flying in circles right over his head.

He had had enough of this. Before he could properly think it through, or fabricate a makeshift plan, Bucky found himself getting out of bed and grumpily making his way out of his small bedroom to bang on your door right next to his.

Apparently you froze when you heard the door knock because you were a bit too quiet. But Bucky was too annoyed to wait so he flung open the door and stood there with clenched fists at the doorway.

In the dark, you could make out the muscular silhouette of his. And you could tell he was wearing nothing but his tight boxers. You were checking him out for a few seconds before you realised what was happening.

“Bucky Barnes!” You squealed, bringing your thin covers up to your chin. “Don’t you know you shouldn’t just barge into a lady’s bedroom?” You glared at him even though you were pretty sure he couldn’t see your bare body behind the covers.

Bucky let out a groan which sounded almost like a growl. “I think I can barge into a lady’s bedroom when said lady’s sex toy won’t let me fucking sleep with all that buzzing.” He sounded just as grumpy as he probably was.

Your face got really hot at the sound of his words. Yeah, you were somewhat aware that with his enhanced hearing he would probably be able to hear the toy but you were too horny to care. It had been a while since you had a proper release and it was starting to frustrate you.

“You…” You found yourself at a loss of words when it came to telling him off now that he’d outed you like that. “Don’t be so crass.” You said a bit sheepishly.

You and Bucky were cool with each other just not too close, so the sex toy talk was a little embarrassing. Not to mention the fact that he was standing mere feet away wearing nothing but tight boxers was making your horny brain go crazy. And that metal arm… good god.

Bucky let out a tired sigh, “Fine. Just… can’t you get off in a quiet way? I don’t know, use your hand or something. Anything other than that annoying fucking toy.”

You let out a gasp. You and Bucky never really talked about much else other than mission stuff or combat techniques. So this was a huge change of topic. But oh well, no turning back now. “I… I tried. I can’t. And I can’t sleep when I’m, you know, horny.” You sounded a little shy as you said it.

Bucky was still as a stone statue at your doorway. He was thinking. Then out of nowhere he said in a much deeper voice, “If you need to get fucked, say it. I can do it.”

He made it sound like a chore and that should’ve turned you off but fuck it didn’t. Him standing there almost naked save for the underwear looking like a wet dream. His muscular arm and that strong metal arm…

You began breathing heavily just thinking about being in bed with him. You’d seen Bucky in combat countless times. You’d seen him working out and training with Sam and just thinking about all that energy directed at you made you squirm in the little bed that you were in.

When you didn’t say anything, Bucky said, “Oh don’t go all shy on me now. I could hear you trying to masturbate just a minute ago.” Then he added, “So, we’re doing this or no?”

Again, he made it sound like he was doing you a favour. Fuck, why was that so hot?

“I mean, only if you want to.” You mumbled, knowing he heard you perfectly.

But just to be a little shit he asked, “What was that?”

You groaned, wanting to hide as you said, “Yes Bucky, I need to get fucked.”

He was pleased, walking into the room he carefully shut the door behind him saying, “We can’t disturb Sam’s sleep like you disturbed mine.” Purposely reminding you of why he was here in the first place. Then he asked, “You want me to turn the light on?”

“No.” You answered. Somehow the moonlight was enough.

“Alright.”He said, walking over to where you were sat on the edge of the bed. “Give me that damn toy.”

Your eyes widened but he couldn’t see it. “Wha… what?” You asked, puzzled.

Bucky crouched until he was eye to eye with you. The pale moonlight allowed you to see his face from up close. His pretty blue eyes twinkled even in the dark. “You heard me, princess. Give me the toy.”

With a hesitant, shaky hand you picked up the toy from the bed and placed it in his outstretched palm. Bucky let out a monotonous hum, examining it. The fact that he was looking at it was enough to make your face feel hotter than ever before.

“Bucky-,”

He cut you off immediately, “Shh, not a single word.” He stood up to his full height again, “Now come on, lie down and spread your legs for me.” When he didn’t hear the shuffling of sheets he knew you were being hesitant, so he said, “Oh come on, you and your little toy here won’t let me sleep so let me help both of us out.” He sounded almost… playful? “Come on, spread your legs for me.”

There was no room for shame, you decided. You wanted this, you wanted him so you said fuck it and did as he asked. Though the immorality of the whole thing made your whole body burn. Especially as you leaned back down and spread your legs a little.

Bucky scoffed, “Don’t be coy now.” Then he nudged your legs further apart as he knelt in between them, looking down as your naked, spread eagle body on the bed. He noticed how your breathing quickened and he held back a smirk.

With a window right behind Bucky, you could see his silhouette as he knelt there in between your parted legs. Strong shoulders, the defined muscles on his neck, down to his equally muscular torso and his slightly leaner waist. It’s a shame you couldn’t see his muscular thighs because damn, those were-

Your thoughts were cut short when you felt something wet right on your-

And then he did it again. He spat right in between your legs and used the tip of the vibrator to spread the wetness around. Fuck… why was that so hot?

You squirmed a little and the toy wasn’t even turned on yet. He was just teasing you with it. You groaned, “Bucky, just-,”

But he cut you off again. “Shh, you’d been at it for about twenty minutes earlier without coming even once. Let me handle this.”

Well that shut you up. Or rather, the embarrassment did.

Bucky seemed like he was having fun, finally turning the vibrator on at its lowest setting and trailing it up and down your body, circling your erected nipples with the tip of it and then back down to press it gently against your throbbing clit.

That made you whine but you bit your lower lip to keep from making louder sounds.

“Good girl,” Bucky commented, “We can’t wake Sam up. So let’s keep it quiet, okay?”

You nodded quickly but of course, he intended on making this hard for you so he chuckled menacingly as he turned the vibrator all the way up and placed it right on top of your entrance, wiggling it around until you couldn’t hold back the moan which escaped your lips.

“Bucky!” You cried out.

“Shh,” He quickly shut you up by pushing his fingers past your lips. “What did I say about being loud, huh? Keep your mouth shut, you hear me?”

You whined again, squirming under his touch and under the toy. You could see his arm moving as he wiggled the toy, purposely making you whine louder. Though your moans and whines now sounded muffled given his fingers were in your mouth, moving in and out of your lips gently.

“Shh,” He whispered. “Quiet.” He murmured as he changed the setting on the toy, making the vibrations more intense. You didn’t stop your squirming, neither did he stop his teasing. Not even when your thighs trembled, clenching together tightly until he slapped them apart again.

Finally removing his fingers from your mouth, he placed two of his wet fingers right on your clit, circling it at the same pace as he slid the toy up and down your parted folds. You bit down hard on your lip as you held a moan back, feeling the pressure forming in between your legs.

“Bucky please, please…” You whined, noticing the way he’d always take the toy away whenever you started getting slightly louder.

“No,” He cooed, mercilessly. “I’ve been suffering from sleepless nights because of you and this damn toy. You don’t get to come that easily.” He said, noticing the way you involuntarily ground your hips against the vibrator, trying desperately to chase the orgasm he wouldn’t give you.

Just to mess with you, he took the vibrator away again, watching you squirm and whine as quietly as you could as you were denied your release once again.

Bucky was feeling particularly petty tonight so he kept teasing your throbbing, swollen clit with his fingers as he placed the vibrator back against your hole, pressing it just enough to mess with you but not pushing it inside just yet.

“That is frustrating, isn’t it?” He taunted. “Now imagine how I feel, having to hear you play with this annoying little toy each night, hmm?”

You moaned, back arching off the bed as he brought you a little too close to the edge before he took it away again. “Please,” You begged. “Please, just make me come. Please.”

“Oh?” He sounded amused. “I have to make you come? Why? Is this toy not doing it for you, you little slut, hmm?” He cooed, mocking you. “Is this toy not enough? What do you need, tell me. Do you need a nice, big cock to fuck you?”

“Yes!” You cried out, feeling all sorts of tingles all over your body. A familiar heat building up in between your hips. “Please, Bucky.”

He pretended to think about it. “I don’t know, princess. Should I?” He wiggled the wand around and made you scream louder, while his fingers rubbed your clit furiously. “Do you deserve it?” Seeing you weren’t answering, he lifted the vibrator off you again. “I asked you something, do you deserve it?” he asked again, more sternly.

You whined and whimpered again. “Please… ” You begged. “I won’t disturb you ever again. I promise,” You played along. “Please Buck, please…” You were begging shamelessly.

“Hmm,” He removed his fingers then placed the wand right on your clit, not moving it as he pressed his knee in between your legs, applying just the right amount of pressure to make you lose your mind.

You cried out, grinding on his thigh without any shame.

Bucky chuckled, “Look at you. So desperate, so fucking horny that you can’t help but grind on my thigh. Hmm? You’ll do anything as long as you get to come, won’t you?”

You whined, murmuring something incoherent.

“Filthy, horny little princess,” He whispered, watching how your arousal leaked out of you, coating the tip of the toy and his thigh. He liked it. He liked how the wetness looked shiny in the moonlight.

Just when you felt your orgasm starting to build up as you ground harder against his thigh, Bucky moved his leg away slightly and then chuckled when you whined in despair under him.

“Aww, what is it?” He asked, keeping the toy in place knowing full well that the sensation must be a little overwhelming by now. “Do you need to get fucked by a hard cock, princess? Is that it?”

You nodded a little too quickly. “Yes… yes, please.”

“Well, since you asked so nicely…” Bucky kept the toy pressed against your throbbing clit as he lowered his underwear just enough to free his cock and slide it inside of you.

Given the teasing, you were embarrassingly wet and the wet sounds as he slid it in made your face burn in shame… but it also felt so, so good. He was all nice and big and snug inside you.

He pulled out, groaning as he pushed his cock back into you. “Fuck, you feel so good.” He muttered, slowly fucking you while keeping the toy right where it was. Fuck… he could feel the vibrations too when he was all the way deep inside you.

Gradually, he sped up and along with his thrusts, Bucky moved the toy around as well. He loved the way you clenched around him each time he hit that spot.

“That feels good, huh?” He mumbled with a faint slur, clearly just as lust drunk as you were - fucking into you relentlessly while pressing the toy to your clit - adding to the sweet torture. “I feel good inside you, don’t I? Tell me this cock feels good, princess. Come on, tell me.”

Fuck… his filthy mouth. “You… oh, it feels so good, Bucky. Fuck! I don’t think I can go back to the toy anymore.” You mumbled, mindlessly. “Might need your cock to fuck me to sleep every night.”

Bucky froze for a fraction of a second. Not believing his ears at first. But then he smirked as his ego inflated. “Yeah? This cock ruined you, huh princess?”

“It did.” You gasped, breathlessly. You tried matching his thrusts but were unable to, so you simply let go and let him fuck into you like you were nothing but all for him to use.

You could only imagine what he looked like, his strong arms holding you by the hips as he fucked into you over and over again. His strong body above you, his piercing blue eyes looking down at you, looking down at how your body swallowed his cock each time he pushed inside.

And Bucky finally took the toy away, and replaced it with two of his cold metal fingers. Honestly, it didn’t feel any different. His metal fingers made you whine and moan just the same.

“Are you gonna be a good little slut and come for me, princess?”

You nodded quickly, “Yes,” You whined, “Please, please, please let me have it. Let me come, please.”

Bucky groaned, finally fucking you without any restraints. “Come on, baby. Come for me.” He spoke, pounding into you mercilessly until you came with a muffled cry as you turned to the side and buried your face into your pillow; whining and squirming as you came all over his cock. “That’s it,” Bucky whispered, leaning down to press his lips to your neck, “Good girl.” He said, then came right after you.

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For the next few minutes, everything was quiet.

Bucky was in no rush to leave your bed. And he knew he was a bit warm but you refused to move away from his bare, muscular body.

“Think you can get some sleep now, princess?” Bucky asked. He waited for a few seconds but he got no replies. He looked down and saw that you were asleep already, with a faint smile on your face - all snuggled up at his side like a sleepy kitten.

That night, Bucky fell asleep with a faint smile on his face too.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes #avenger!reader

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lunerna21 · 6 months

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***I'm going to apologize now this is probably a long post but I just need to vent about this masterpiece of an event!***

I can full heartedly say Glorious Masquerade is giving me life again 😌

JUST EVERYONE BEING SUPER FUNNY AND NICE TO THE MC BUT I CANNOT STOP GUSHING ABOUT EVERYTHING INVOLVING THIS EVENT!!

FIRST OF ALL, I LOVE HOW MUCH OF A SWEETHEART DEUCE IS TO US!

DEUCE SPADE IS SOMEONE EVERYONE NEEDS IN THEIR LIFE HE IS JUST ABSOLUTELY ADORABLE AND I LOVE LOVE LOVEEE HIM

*cough* *cough* Unlike ANOTHER person who is a cheeky asshole who should learn from Deuce (I’m kidding I love you too Ace you stupid bastard)

The Grim and Malleus banter back and forth is fucking hysterical from us freaking out about not knowing who Malleus was previously to messing around ITS SO GODDAMN PERFECT

AND MALLEUS BEING SO INTERESTED IN SPENDING TIME WITH US LIKE ALCHENFIENDJ I LOVE YOU MALLEUS!!

(And Grim being protective of us 🥹❤️)

And Idia trying to convince Grim to sit in his lap 😂👏🏻

SEBEK ASKING AZUL TO SIT IN HIS LAP SO HE CAN BE CLOSE TO WAKA SAMA!? CRYING AT HOW SERIOUS SEBEK WAS!

I’d like to imagine we were sandwiched between Rollo and Malleus MY GOD THE TENSION BETWEEN THEM WOULD IGNITE THE WHOLE TOWN

Also, was anyone else crying and cringing deep DEEP inside when they keep saying so many good things about “The Righteous Judge”!?!

LIKE I WAS SEETHING AT THE FACT THAT EVERYONE COMPLIMENTED HIM AND KEPT GIVING HIM PRAISE

LIKE NO GRIM YOU ARE MORE GALLANT THAN THAT CREEPY OLD MAN PLEASE DON'T SAY THAT

IF ONLY THEY KNOW WHAT THAT MAN HAD DONE I HATE HOW OFTEN THEY COMPLIMENT HIM I JUST WANNA LAUNCH MYSELF THROUGH THE GAME AND DESTROY THAT DAMN STATUE

......But at least they're giving tons of lore, easter eggs and praise for both Esmeralda and Quasimodo (BECAUSE YOU KNOW THEY ACTUALLY DESERVE IT)

But Rollo just trying to convince us that there shouldn't be magic or mages....

…..Rollo honey noooooo that’s not how I see it

I mean yes, we’ve been through so much goddamn shit with the overblotters (CROWLEY AND ALSO ADEUCE ALONG WITH GRIM, I LOVE YOU GUYS BUT LIKE WTF) but to the point of subjugating people to potentially lose their magic permanently?!

Something they’ve probably worked hard for? Nah, that’s not okay

I would love to learn more about magic anything beats the curriculum in schools here in the US

THEN SEEING HOW MALLEUS ALMOST PASSED OUT FROM THE FIRELOTUSES!? THAT HAD ME REELING LIKE MALLEUS DRACONIA HIMSELF!? LEAVE THAT MAN ALONE!!

YASSSSS SILVER AND SEBEK! YOU GUYS ARE AMAZING!! MALLEUS HAS THE BEST GUARDS

BUT ONE FUCKING PART HAD ME ON MY KNEES READY TO FIGHT ROLLO!!

CARD SOLDIER!? CARD SOLDIERRRRR!?!

MY BOI IS BECOMING A MAN

MY BOI IS BECOMING A MAN AND I CAN'T STOP BEING HAPPY FOR HIM EVEN THOUGH HE'S IN THE MIDST OF DANGER

…But anyway I’m getting psyched to see the last two parts cause this event is FULFILLING MY HAPPINESS ITS TOO MUCH

And Malleus Draconia….My sweetheart…❤️❤️❤️

AHHHHHHHHHHHHH HE IS JUST TOO MUCH I LOVE THIS MAN!!! ❤️❤️❤️

I cannot wait for the next part of the event, IM DYING TO SEE JAMIL AND RUGGIE BOND OVER USING OTHERS TO KEEP THEMSELVES SAFE!!

Now let me go daydream scenarios with all these lovable people while I wait for the next part, AND FINALLY WATCH THE FIRST PART OF STAGE IN PLAYFUL LAND! (ACE TRAPPOLA I NEED TO SEE YOUR SPOTLIGHT)

Enjoy the rest of your day, everyone~~~!!!❤️

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buckyalpine · 2 years

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Smores and Smooches

Bucky x f reader

This request was SO cute, I loved it so much thank you for this!! Warnings: Fluff!! Kissing, touching (non sexual)

Word count: 1.6k

“Smores time!”

Everyone gathered around the fire, sitting on some logs Steve and Bucky and chopped down; the whole day had gone by setting up camp. You were wrapped up in an oversized sweater plucking a marshmallow from the bag that was being passed around. Tony grabbed a box of chocolate, unwrapping and breaking them into pieces, placing them beside the gram crackers.

“Someone keep an eye on the chocolate, Sam ate it all last time before we even got started”

“It was one time!” Sam scoffed, rolling his eyes, quietly stuffing the wrapper into his pocket before anyone could see.

You shivered, feeling the cool air nip at your back while everyone sat together roasting marshmallows, mindlessly chatting. You wrapped your arms around your body, tucking your knees in but it wasn’t really helping; the fire warmed you perfectly from the front but your back was freezing. Bucky sat beside you, his thighs brushing against yours, taking up most of the space on the log. You could practically feel the heat radiating off his body, the serum made him a human furnace.

“You okay y/n?” Bucky noticed your squirming, eyeing you curiously as you shivered. You nearly warmed up again looking at the handsome super soldier. He looked like a giant warm teddy bear; he had grown beard back and his hair was longer. His jeans were holding onto dear life around his muscular thighs and you just knew his huge arms would be perfect to snuggle in.

You shifted around trying to warm up for a few minutes before getting up and plopping into Bucky’s lap. Bucky chuckled, wrapping his thick arms around you as you wiggled between his thighs, making yourself comfy. You sighed contently, feeling his body heat warm you up immediately.

“Hi doll” Bucky smiled softly, but inside, his heart was beating erratically. He hoped to God you wouldn’t notice the way his cheeks were blushing the moment you sat down; you fit so perfectly nuzzled against him, he thought he was going to pass out.

“Hi Buck” You felt your face heat up; snuggling into him while continuing to roast your marshmallow, hoping Bucky wouldn’t notice the way your heart was racing. “Sorry, my back was cold are you’re extra warm”

“No problem, I’m here any time doll” He chuckled, wrapping his arms around you tighter, his head resting on your shoulder. He loved the way your small frame felt against his body; he practically engulfed you with his size. He adored having you wrapped in his arms, curled up against him comfortably between his legs.

“Did you have smores when you were a kid?”

Bucky thought for a moment, his brain short circuiting trying to calm his nerves with you in his lap.

“I think so, but I don’t think they were as good as these”

“Tell me more about what you remember” Bucky held you closer to his chest as he continued to tell you stories from the 1940’s, loving the way you looked up at him with doe eyes.

You blew on your toasty marshmallow before sandwiching it between some gram crackers and chocolate. Bucky grinned watching you moan, taking a giant bite of your smore, licking the sticky melted marshmallow that stuck onto your lips. You looked over at Bucky as he chuckled watching you scarf down the rest. You were the cutest fucking thing in the world and you were right there tucked into his lap.

“You got some on your lips y/n” Bucky chuckled watching you miss a bit of marshmallow, his hand cupping your face, inches away from his. “Here, let me” Your breath hitched as his thumb swiped across your bottom lip, brushing off a few crumbs. His eyes flicked to your lips for a moment before looking at you again.

You always thought Bucky was hot; the man was sex on legs. You loved how much bigger he was compared to you; tall, thick arms and legs, the hard planes of his body left nothing to the imagination, he was all muscle and nothing else. His dark chestnut hair contrasted beautifully with his tan skin; he’d recently started growing it out again and it made you weak in the knees.

But right now, sitting mere centimetres again from him, your noses almost touching, he was beautiful. You could see the reflection of the fire dancing in his blue eyes, his perfect nose, dark lashes, and his lips. They were so pink, pouty, there was no hiding the way your heart was racing now, you could feel your pulse in your fingers.

“Everything okay doll?” Bucky’s voice broke you out of your trance; you didn’t realize you were staring at him the whole time.

“I get nervous around you” Bucky looked at you quizzically, feeling worried that he’d done something to make you uncomfortable.

“Sorry, did I-

“You’re gorgeous” You cut him off before he could finish, clapping your hand over your mouth, your eyes wide when you realized you’d said that out loud. “I- I’m sorry, I can’t believe I said that out loud” You covered your face, scolding yourself for letting that slip out.

Bucky felt his heart jump, blinking a few times, unsure if he heard you correctly. He took your hands away from your face, his heart only melting at the way you looked away, refusing to meet his eyes. He kept his arm around you, the other one moving to cup your face, making you look at him.

“I think you’re gorgeous too y/n” He smiled bashfully at the way you bit your lip nervously, fiddling with the sleeve of your sweater. “Why do I make you nervous” He couldn’t help but love the way you tucked yourself further into him every time you got shy.

“Um, I like you a lot” You whispered and if it wasn’t for his enhanced hearing he would have missed it. “That’s why I get nervous to talk to you” Steve smiled, hearing your little confession, watching the both of you from across the fire. Now if only his best friend would admit he had a raging crush on you as well…

“I like you too, doll” Bucky whispered, his heart nearly beating out of his chest as his thumb caressed your lips. “I love how soft your lips are” You leaned in, your lips brushing with his, shivering when he pulled you closer to him.

“I-I really like when you grow your beard” You blushed, stroking his scruffy cheek; Bucky practically purred, leaning into your touch, your faces so close to each other, his nose nuzzling yours. “And I like when you grow your hair” Your gently carded your fingers through his soft locks, grazing his scalp making him groan. “I’ve had dreams about how soft it feels”

Bucky chuckled, bumping his nose to yours as you leaned your forehead against his. “How often do you dream about my hair”

“I’ve lost count” You giggled, your hand caressing his beard again.

“Tell me what else you like” Bucky whispered, he could feel his heart beating out of his chest as he softly pressed his lips against yours. The kiss was soft, sweet, and perfect, just like you. Your hands slid down to his neck, pulling yourself closer to him. “I like how your arms feel wrapped around me. You feel so warm” You pressed another soft kiss to his lips, lost in the feeling of how body pressed against you.

“I love how you feel in my arms. I love hugging you and holding you close to me” Bucky peppered kisses on your cheeks, he couldn’t get enough of your soft skin.

“I think you have the most beautiful blue eyes” Bucky closed his eyes as you softy kissed his forehead, your hands cupping his face to kiss his lips again.

You were both completely lost in each other, as Bucky held you close to him, your lips brushing each other, whispering sweet nothings.

“Do they even realize we’re still here” Sam smirked, watching Bucky kiss your nose, only for you to kiss his back. “Can y’all get a tent- Nat slapped a hand over Sam’s mouth, shushing him.

“Will you let them be” She hissed, giggling at the way she could hardly see you tucked away in the super soldiers arms.

“They’re so cute!” Wanda gushed, her nose scrunching watching Bucky hold your face for another sweet kiss, his lips moving softly with yours.

“Yup, they’re so sweet it’s sickening” Clint snorted; Bucky had you cradled against him while you started to fall asleep, your face hidden in the crook of his neck.

“Its late anyway, why don’t we let them have some privacy” Tony got up, the rest of the group following, making their way to their tents. A wicked smile flashed across his face before he started taking one of the tents down.

“What are you doing” Steve cocked an eyebrow, watching Tony dismantle the tent he was supposed to share with Bucky.

“Now they have to share a tent” Tony grinned, proud of himself, he was about to play cupid for two super soldiers. “Go bunk with Nat capsicle”

“B-But- Steve looked at the red head, now it was his turn to become a blushing mess. Nat rolled her eyes, dragging a blushing Steve into her tent.

“C’mon, I don’t bite” she smirked “Sometimes”

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“You want to go to sleep now baby?” Bucky whispered, noticing it was just you and him left. You nodded; squealing as he carried you over, stopping for a moment when he realized only 1 tent was left.

“We definitely put up enough when we set up this morning” Bucky snorted, shifting nervously by your side.

“You can stay with me if you like” You smiled up at him, unzipping the front, pulling his hand to crawl in with you. You both snuggled into your sleeping bag as Bucky pulled you against him to lay on his chest, wrapping his arms around you. You sighed contently, feeling his lips kiss your forehead before you drifted off to sleep.

“Good night my babydoll”

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space-mermaid-writing · 4 months

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Wednesday [IronStrange]

Summary:Tony fights Strange and his weird wizards on a regular basis. So when he is woken up by Jarvis and being told Strange is sitting in his kitchen, waiting to talk to him, Tony just knows that something is not right. What he does not know yet is that it will be a string of very long days.

Relationship: Tony Stark/Stephen Strange

Tags:enemies to lovers, time loop, time shenanigans, hero/villain, hero Tony Stark, villain Stephen Strange, morally gray Stephen Strange, being a villain is a point of view, protecting the timeline, suicide but it has no consequences whatsoever, open ending, hopeful ending, Stephen needs a hug, Stephen and the never ending day, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, eventual smut, all the stuff you love

Chapter 3: What wizards do

Starting from scratch every day sucked.

But then again, with each new Wednesday that began, they could discard another theory and hypothesis. So in that sense, failure was a success, as it narrowed down their remaining options. Eventually they would find the right path. Hopefully.

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“What do you even do? I mean your wizard circle. Most of the bad guys we fight are pretty forward with their agenda. But you… there’s no pattern, no ultimate goal we know. You rob seemingly randomly, meddle with political and military business alike, and we traced several ‘accidents’ back to you. But then, sometimes, you save people? Don’t think we don’t know about that.”

Stephen wasn’t sure how much he should reveal. He wasn’t exactly sworn to secrecy, but he also never talked to outsiders about the purpose of the order.

Christine knew a bit of it. Fragments she collected during medical emergencies. Just enough to not ask questions she didn’t want answers to.

When he didn’t say anything, Tony continued. “I take your silence to that question means it’s something I won’t like and that I should ask myself if I really should help you with this.”

He might not be wrong about not liking the answer, Stephen thought. But at that moment he decided to tell him anyway. He wasn’t sure why. Why should he be concerned about what Stark thinks about his motives?

“We are protecting the timeline.”

“The what?”

Stephen put his Starkpad down. “Are you familiar with Brand’s theory of decision branches?”

“You mean that every decision everyone ever faces is like a parting of ways? Depending on the decision made there’s a different version of the future.”

The sorcerer nodded. “We – the order of the Mystic Arts – make sure that the future is steered in a certain direction.”

Tony gaped at him. “If you influence decisions, you’re stripping people of their free will!” This was bigger than he had thought, and he tried to wrap his mind around it.

“No,” Stephen clarified. “We don’t care if you can’t decide between ham or beef on your sandwich. But if it happens that a lost super soldier will be needed in an upcoming battle, we will make sure that we stay in the ninety-five percent of the futures in which he will be found.”

“Bullshit! You didn’t know where Cap was.”

“You’re right, we didn’t. But we knew what needed to happen for him to be rediscovered. On this we just observed; but in other cases we need to intervene.”

He didn’t mention that the Ancient One probably also knew about the kidnapping of Tony Stark and his whereabouts in Afghanistan. And that she let it happen anyway because Iron Man was a key element for what was to come.

That had been long before Stephen ever heard about a place named Kamar-Taj.

Sometimes he wondered where his own car accident fit in all this. But he didn’t think too hard about it. He had made his peace with it and had adapted to his new life.

Tony still wasn’t convinced. “How can you know about the different futures?” He glanced at the golden necklace and hit the mark once again. “Time magic?”

“Yes. It allows me to watch all possibilities of the future.”

Tony clenched his fists, ignoring the screwdriver he was still holding, and narrowed his eyes. “You’re basically telling me, you’re playing god and get to decide which future you like most. Sounds like an awfully lot of power for one single man to me!”

Stephen glared right back at him, raising his voice. “Do you think I asked for this? I just wanted to find a cure for my hands. But then my mentor died and I happened to have a solution to get rid of a world consuming entity, and coincidentally I was able to use the Eye without accidentally destroying the whole time continuum! And after that I filled in for the ones we lost during the fight. This,” he pointed at his chest where the Eye of Agamotto rested, “is bigger than me. It’s not about personal favoritism; about who is the next president or whoever. A threat is coming, whether we like it or not. Whether we’re prepared or not. It’s about no less than half of the life of the whole universe. Every planet out there will be concerned. So, yes, if I have to send a mugger into a side street to make sure the mantle of Batman will be picked up in the future, I will do that.”

Stephen had gotten carried away with his words and revealed more than he had actually intended. He was angry and tired. With a burden on his shoulders he hadn't asked for, but tried his best to hold anyway. At the end of his rant he wasn't sure if his words were solely meant for Stark, or if he did need to convince himself to some degree that he was doing the right thing.

The hurt that had bled through from between the words had taken Tony by surprise, and he realized that the expression that always lingered in those blue eyes was the mark of a man who had seen too much. Of a man who cared deeply, even if he tried to convince himself he didn’t.

Tony recognized it, because he found the same expression whenever he looked into a mirror.

“Half of the universe, hm? Can’t argue against that – if you tell the truth.”

“I do.” Stephen slouched in his chair. He yearned for rest. Not just sleep but being stripped from all responsibilities. But he knew that that day was far away.

“I also can’t believe you brought a Batman reference into this.”

It was an attempt at a joke and to make amends. Stephen acknowledged it with a hint of a smile.

Silence spread and they turned back to their individual tasks. Stephen had already said more than he wanted to and Tony thought about the words he had heard.

“Can’t your necklace tell you a future in which we get out of this loop?” he asked after a while.

“Unfortunately, I can’t seem to access it during the loop, which is highly irritating.”

The more Tony learned about it, the more he got the feeling this was a magic problem after all. Then something occurred to him: something was coming. Could it be…?

“That threat you mentioned… does it come from space?”

“Yes. As I said: the whole universe will be affected.”

“Hm.” The engineer pondered. It could be what he had seen when the Scarlet Witch had meddled with his mind.

But if he were to finally know for sure it was true and to not be able to do anything about it currently… whatever he did, it would be gone tomorrow. And he was already working on one problem that wouldn’t let him sleep. He didn’t need to add more nightmares and panic attacks to it. He would talk to the wizard after this groundhog day was over. It might even be important enough to use the IOU he was being promised. Even if only to know if the vision he’d seen had been true or false. For his own peace of mind.

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Twelve days in they had collected a lot of data but were still short of a solution.

Tony learned that even if his body was rested in the morning, having his mind working nonstop was not healthy. He was used to pulling all-nighters, but it felt like his tiredness had reached a new level.

Frustrated, Tony buried his face in his hands. He wasn't used to being stuck in a project, and the fact that he couldn't talk to anyone else about it except the wizard didn't make it any better.

Someone put a blanket around his shoulders and when he looked up, he realized it was the cloak that was hugging him sympathetically.

At first the engineer tensed up at that realization, but then he patted the red fabric. “Thanks, buddy.” It wasn’t really helping but he figured it was the thought that counted.

Strange looked at him in sympathy. They had just performed the spell to create the bond between their souls earlier; the warm tingle still echoed in his chest. It was a familiar feeling by now.

“You should take a break tomorrow, Tony. Why don’t you sleep in and meet with some friends?”

“What about-…?”

“It can wait for another day. I’ll do some meditating and meet you before midnight.”

A break sounded really fucking good. Tony already felt guilty because he had canceled his meeting with Peter so often. Even if he knew that it didn’t matter because the boy didn’t remember it.

The look on Stephen’s face when talking to him was gentle and Tony realized that the sorcerer cared. It warmed his heart and made his stomach flip. Uh – oh. The magic man shouldn’t care. And Tony shouldn’t like the thought of Strange looking out for him.

Tony definitely needed that day away from him!

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It was weird not being woken up by Jarvis' voice stating the words he had probably memorized for life by now.

Between midnight and waking up it felt as if he at least got some sleep and when he looked at the clock it was three hours later than when Strange usually showed up.

“Good morning, Sir,” Jarvis greeted him as soon as Tony moved out of the bed. “I’ll prepare a coffee for you.”

“Thanks. What day is it?” The engineer asked, just to make sure.

“Wednesday the fifth. You have a missed call from Pearson and Specter regarding the launch of the Stark hearing pro aid. You also have a meeting with Miss Potts scheduled at eleven and you told Peter to drop by after school.”

“Move everything that doesn’t need my immediate attention to tomorrow. And invite Rhodey for lunch.” Today he wanted to have his family around him.

“Of course, Sir.”

The meeting with Pepper was very boring. Tony loved it. He was signing papers and they were discussing some new branches of SI and when to launch the next Starkphone update.

It was a constant problem that Tony developed the technology he was offering to the market far too quickly and every now and then he needed to be reminded that people needed to adjust to and accept change. Those things weren’t to rush.

Tony couldn’t relate to that but he trusted Pepper as CEO to make the right decisions.

Rhodey dropped by for lunch in his armor and brought tacos. It was faster than being stuck in New York’s traffic, plus he hadn’t exactly been in town.

They sat on the roof and listened to the sirens and the honking in the streets below.

“Remember that project I told you about?” Tony asked his friend after taking a sip of his soda. “The one with the guy I don’t really like?”

Rhodey looked at him, knitting his brows together. “No. What project? And what guy?”

“We talked about it, Rhodey bear. I called you from the pla-…” Then it hit him. When he had been on the plane on his way to Malibu, he had wanted to say. On another Wednesday.

Of course Rhodey didn’t remember.

“I meant to call you,” Tony steered back. “Probably fell asleep before I had the chance.”

“You? Asleep willingly in the middle of the day?” Rhodey shook his head. “How exhausted have you been? I thought Jarvis kept an eye on you to keep you from pulling all nighters.”

Tony shrugged, an easy smile on his face he didn’t really feel. “He tries his best. You know how I am.” He took another taco and offered Rhodey the last one.

“Tell me about the project,” his friend said. “And since when are you working with partners…wait, we’re not talking about Doom, are we? That guy’s mad and you shouldn’t work with him on anything.”

It was like having a déjà-vu. Tony answered evasively and changed the topic soon after. Rhodey noticed that he was hiding something but he didn’t push it yet.

Fortunately – he would forget it again tomorrow.

Peter arrived in the afternoon long after Rhodey had left. It was great to have the bundle of energy around.

He talked a lot, about school, his friends, and last night’s patrol.

Tony just listened to his rambles while they plugged the Spider-Man suit into Jarvis and ran a check-up – everything was fine besides a small bug which was quickly fixed.

Then Peter told him about May and their trip to the planetarium last weekend. That had been only a few days ago, but to Tony it seemed like weeks had passed. Because for him it had.

He sent Peter home early in the evening, because he knew May would wait with dinner and also because he didn’t know when Strange would come over.

Afterwards, when he was alone in his lab he had nothing left to do for the day. He just took a look at his workspace, where he had spent so much time with the wizard.

A terrible thought occurred to him: what if Strange didn’t come? If he deemed it best to continue searching alone for a solution.

Tony would forget everything.

Some would call it a blessing not to know but Tony had never been one of those. He had always been pro knowing.

Oddly enough, thinking about not remembering Strange tightened his chest.

They were enemies. At least they used to be. But now he’d gotten to know the wizard. And what he had seen intrigued him.

He wasn't sure that he approved of what Strange told him about the timeline and his work and Tony would most definitely not stop fighting him if necessary. But the things that had used to infuriate him, he now found charming. The way the stoic sorcerer expressed his opinion with a single raised eyebrow; his sharp wit and of course his intelligence with a hint of arrogance that was absolutely legitimate.

Strange was hard working, dedicated and had an exceptional mind. It was a dangerous combination.

Tony should know better by now than to get distracted by a handsome face and sharp cheekbones.

There were still two hours left until midnight. Tony had never been good at being patient.

If Strange didn’t come there was no way for Tony to contact him. He didn’t know about his whereabouts, just that he was located somewhere in central New York.

“Sir,” Jarvis spoke up. “Doctor Strange has just appeared in the kitchen.”

There was disapproval in his voice. Tony had instructed the A.I. and told him of their expected visitor. But that didn’t mean Jarvis had to like it.

“Tell him to come to the lab.”

There was a surprised pause from Jarvis. Then, “Are you sure?”. Not many people were allowed into Tony’s private lab.

“Absolutely. I told you: time loop. You can scold me all about it tomorrow.” If Thursday ever arrived.

Shortly after the door opened and Strange stepped in. Ever since their trip to Malibu he had traded his robes for casual clothes, which still seemed out of place to Tony – even though he had suggested them himself. But still, today there was something different about his outfit.

“Where’s Levi?” At some point Tony had gotten on a first name basis with the piece of fabric.

“They stayed home. I just came by for the spell.”

Although he had long since stopped questioning Tony's willingness to stay in the time loop, his voice sounded uncertain today. As if Tony had changed his mind after a day off.It was probably a justified fear.

“Sure, let’s do it.”

By now Tony knew the movements the spell required by heart. The yellowish glowing thread that connected them. The warm tingle that resonated with something deep inside of him.

Relief flooded through him. He knew he would remember.

Strange had a similar expression on his face, but for a different reason. Then he turned to leave. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Do you have somewhere to be in the next…”, Tony glanced at his watch, “hour and a half?”

The sorcerer stopped and shook his head.

“Do you wanna grab a beer and watch a show? I bet we can find something you haven’t binged yet in all of the free time the loop gave you.” It was a lighthearted joke because it wasn’t hard to guess that entertainment hadn’t been on Strange’s priority list.

“I don’t own a TV, so you’re probably right.”

“You don’t… don’t tell me you were serious about not having a phone. I thought you were just reluctant to give your number.” Tony shook his head in disbelief. “Do you write your letters with ink on parchment in the light of oil lamps? Or is that too advanced already?”

Strange made an amused noise. “We do have electricity and I’m happy to inform you that we own a laptop.”

“A laptop? Like in one? For how many people?”

“Wong and I share.”

“Unbelievable,” Tony muttered.

He took the sorcerer upstairs into his living room where they got comfortable on the couch. Almost the entire opposite wall served as a screen. Tony barely used it himself. Mostly for movie nights with family and friends.

They agreed on Doctor House and watched until midnight.

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“Sir, Doctor Strange has appeared in your kitchen.”

“Clear the day, J.”

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Somewhere in between, Strange became Stephen and Stark became Tony. They still argued almost every single day.

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“We could order pizza,” Tony suggested, going through the take out delivery services in central New York.

“We had that yesterday.”

“Sushi?”

“How about soup?” Stephen offered instead. They hadn’t had that yet.

“Who eats soup when they’re not sick?”

“Soup is a perfectly normal meal.”

“Mhm…”

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“I think we’re friends now.”

“God, don’t say that.”

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Pepper arrived with the elevator. Jarvis didn’t announce her because, for one, she was family, and secondly, he was very suspicious of what was going on in the lab.

Pepper stopped dead in her tracks as soon as she saw who else was present.

“Can you pass me the tongs?” Tony asked the sorcerer who didn’t even look up from his own work and just made a gesture whereupon the tool floated to the engineer. Tony picked it out of the air. “Thanks.”

“You should consider wearing gloves,” Stephen suggested. “You have a fully equipped lab and still manage to ignore any safety rules.

“Since when do you guys tolerate each other?” Pepper’s voice made them both freeze and they looked at her, as if they had both been caught doing something sensitive.

Tony had forgotten to clear the day. At least he thought so. He should be used to it by now, since he had to repeat it every single day. It was somewhere between day 45 and 52. Tony had lost track of time. One day bled into another and it was always Wednesday. He wasn’t used to repeating any request to Jarvis though. Normally, Jarvis knew more than him.

“‘Tolerate’ is a strong word. We’re working together on a problem,” Tony said while Stephen opted for the smarter option: staying silent.

Pepper put her hands on her hips. “Are you solving that problem or are you two creating it?”

“Haha, funny. We’re-…” Tony suddenly had an idea and he turned to the sorcerer. “What if you’re the problem?”

“Pardon me?” Stephen sounded confused as well as insulted.

“You’re the only one remembering the time loop. It starts with you waking up and ending with you at midnight.” Tony explained. “So whether this is caused by magic or by science: it is linked to you.”

Pepper watched their interaction with a healthy amount of wariness. “Jarvis, what is happening?” she asked the A.I.

“Sir said they are stuck in a time loop and the day is repeating over and over for them.”

“Have you any proof for that?”

“Negative, besides that they seem pretty friendly with each other.”

Pepper's face hardened. She had been there the last time Tony had been working together with magic, and had seen how bad it had ended.

“Tony,” she said louder to get his attention.

He stopped his bickering with the doctor and turned his head to her. “Yes, dear?”

“You know he,” she nodded to the sorcerer, “attacked you at the fundraiser gala just a few days ago?”

Stephen had indeed. But that seemed a lifetime ago.

“I know what it looks like, Pep. But I assure you: it’s alright. Everything is fine, really,” Tony reassured her but his words only raised her distrust.

“How can you be sure he is not messing with your head?”

“I am not,” Stephen protested immediately.

“Pepper, please.” Tony made a step towards her, raising his hands in a soothing gesture.

Pepper retreated a step backwards, not trusting anything that was going on here. “Jarvis, call the Avengers,” she told the Jarvis. “There’s been a breach in security.”

“Pepper no! Jarvis, don’t!”

But it was too late. Jarvis had basically just been waiting for an excuse to intervene.

The Avengers assembled promptly. No need to mention that the day didn’t end well.

#ironstrange #stephen strange #doctor strange #tony stark #stephen strange x tony stark #marvel #mcu #strangeiron #spacemermaid #Wednesday #time loop #spacemermaidwriting

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amirsirwrites · 2 years

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Ello! Good morning, afternoon or evening to you :]] Hope you're doing well, if its alright, may I request some headcanons for the mercs, when they're friends with someone who just goes worryingly silent when upset-? What would they do to try and get their pal to say something?

Good morning, afternoon and evening to you too, anon! Sure, ya can. Whipped this up for you as quickly as I could. Enjoy!

Mercs with their friend who's silent when upset ❤️

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Mercs and GN!reader

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Scout :

It actually takes him quite a decent amount of time before he realises that you've gone really silent. He talks most of the time in your conversations so it's understandable. He immediately gets super worried and asks, "H-Hey, Y/n? You alright, pally?" He'll make several jokes to try and make you laugh and even hug you if you let him. He's very relieved when you start talking again.

Soldier :

He often asks for your response after his long monologues so when you're quiet after he asks, "Do you understand me, private!?", he gets very protective of you. He'll stay by your side and give anyone who walks by you the 'stink-eye'. In a very gentle tone, he'll ask you, "Who hurt you, Y/n? I'll beat the crap out of 'em." That's actually how he gets you to talk because he'll literally go around the place and attack everyone he thinks hurt you, even if it wasn't a person and you were just feeling sad.

Pyro :

They love talking to you so they'd notice straight away that you've stopped talking. They'll try to cheer you up by making you flower crowns and smores. They might get a bit overboard with the smores though because of the fire so you'll need to stop them. In the end, they get you to talk when they come up to you with their favourite bedtime story and ask you to read it with their adorable face (Yes, you can tell they're pulling a cute face through their mask.)

Demoman :

If he's drunk when you're upset, he'll start sobbing into your arms, "Y/n.. Wh- Why won't you talk to me, laddie..! I miss yer voice.." It gets so unbearable that you speak just to get him to stop crying.

If he finds you upset when he's sober, he'll be very gentle with you. Wrapping an arm around your back and stroking it comfortingly while he asks you, "Heya, laddie. What's got you so upset? You can tell me. I won't judge ya." You'll eventually speak to him about what's on your mind and he'll listen.

Heavy :

He knows all about the 'upset silence'. He also gets quiet when he's sad. He’ll prepare two plates of his favourite sandwich and give one to you. You’ll be sitting down together on the roof of the base, enjoying your meal in calm silence. He won't try to get you to talk but if you decide to, he'll gladly lend a listening ear and give some comforting words if you want.

Engineer :

He'll recognise right away that you're upset and immediately go in to give you a big hug. You can bet he’ll whip out his guitar and play you a few songs to help you calm down. It might seem out of character for Engie to do this but he’ll also try to get you to laugh by thickening his accent and telling you a few jokes. Overall, he’s very gentle with you. You eventually feel comfortable enough to talk to him.

Medic :

He actually gets really worried and upset himself when you go quiet. He wants to get you to talk again quickly so he says to you, “I’ve recently got some new animal organs and I’m looking to get some patients to test them out on…You know, mein Freund, silence is consent.” That definitely gets you to speak, no one except Heavy would want to be Medic’s patient. He’ll smile and pat your head, “It’s good to hear you talk.” You like his doves a lot so he’ll bring them out so you can give them pats and food. He’s got a weird way of making you talk but it does work.

Sniper :

When he notices you’ve gone quiet and there are no important missions that day, he’ll bring you along with him to a nearby nature park/forest. It’s quiet and calm there so your mood gets better quite quickly. He’ll lead you to the highest point of the place, set up some chairs and bring out some drinks from his van. You two will sit there, enjoying your drinks together. You’ll start speaking to him once you’ve become really relaxed. The two of you end up chatting until night when you then watch the stars together.

Spy :

He’s not very experienced with cheering people up but he’ll try his best. He’ll bring you to his smoking room, probably the most silent place in base. If you’re up for it, he’ll play some music and dance with you. You’ll end up having a lot of fun and feel better, leading to you speaking to him. He’ll listen to you as he sips on a glass of wine. He’s not one for physical affection so he’ll offer you some words of advice after you tell him why you were upset.

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#tf2 scout x reader #gender neutral reader #headcanon #tf2 #tf2 scout #tf2 soldier #tf2 pyro #tf2 demoman #tf2 heavy #tf2 engineer #tf2 medic #tf2 sniper #tf2 spy #gender neutral pyro

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Plans, Chapter 12 - Eyes of the Father

Summary: Steve and Sam visit the farm. Bucky moves to a village in Wakanda.

Length: 3.9 K

Characters: Steve, Lacey, Sam, Clint, Bucky.

<<Chapter 11

🏃🏻‍♂️ 🛖

Iowa, the farm

The sound of a quinjet landing in the yard drew the attention of Lacey, Clint and Laura while they were having lunch. Clint led the way outside and he smiled as the aircraft came to a rest. The ramp came down and two men appeared.

"Well, I was wondering when you were going to show up," said Clint to Steve and Sam as they stepped off the ramp. "You're just in time for lunch."

Laura stepped back inside and made up some extra sandwiches for the men, setting a place for them at the table.

"Just a brief stop," said Steve. "Your FBI minder won't be around today will he?"

"He was here yesterday," replied Clint. "I don't think he would have said anything. He's surprisingly cool with a lot of things despite being FBI."

The two men stepped inside the house and took in the sight of all the kids, with Steve noticing Tommy.

"He's grown," he said to Lacey. "What have you been feeding him?"

"Lots of food," said Lacey. "Good thing my book is doing well and I can afford to feed him. Tommy, this is your Uncle Steve and his friend Sam. Uncle Steve is Daddy's best friend."

Steve kneeled beside Tommy. "How are you doing, buddy?" he asked. "I haven't seen you since you were really little."

"You're Daddy's friend?" asked the little boy.

"Uh huh, since we were kids, not much older than you," replied Steve, then he looked at Lacey. "He knows who Bucky is?"

"We've had several video calls with him," she said. "Sit down and I'll fill you in."

As they sat and ate Lacey filled him in on Bucky's treatment. Then she told him about her mother's death and the incidents at the funeral. He was concerned about that and promised to do his own detective work to find out who was looking for Lacey and Tommy. The biggest surprise to Steve was when Lacey asked Tommy to show him what he could do on the play set. Both Tommy and Nathaniel ran outside to the set where Tommy climbed to the top and jumped off, making Steve lunge to catch him.

"No, I can jump all the way!" protested Tommy, when Steve caught him.

"He's started eyeing the smaller barn," noted Lacey, "so you might as well let him jump off this."

They both watched the boys and Steve shook his head when Tommy did it again, landing easily on his feet. "He inherited Bucky's super soldier abilities," he stated. "Is he a fast runner as well?"

Lacey shrugged and Steve challenged the boy to a race. Although it wasn't as fast as Steve could go it was faster than a normal adult. When Steve scooped him up after a mile Tommy laughed in his arms.

"You're fast, too!" he shouted. "Is my Daddy fast?"

"Very fast, just like you," replied Steve as he ran back to the farm with the boy on his shoulders. He stopped before they got back to the adults and lifted the boy off then kneeled down in front of him. "Tommy, it's very important that you only do the fast running and high jumping on the farm. There are people who would take you away from your Mom if they knew you could do this. Can you promise me that you'll only do it here?"

The boy's face turned serious as he looked Steve in the eyes. "Mom already told me," he said. "Bad people who hurt Daddy would hurt me too if they find out. I liked running with you. Will you come again and teach me more super soldier stuff?"

"Yeah, buddy, I will," replied Steve. "You know if your Dad could be here he would show you everything?"

"I know," answered the boy. "He's getting better."

Suddenly Tommy hugged Steve and received a big hug in return. Steve felt somewhat guilty for not checking in on Lacey and the boy for so long but vowed to be more visible from now on. The boy knew his abilities were not normal and needed guidance on managing them. He stepped back and looked closely at the boy seeing more of Bucky in him since infancy.

"I'll come to visit you when I can," said Steve. "I'll tell you stories about your Dad and me when we were growing up." He stood up and Tommy took his hand as they walked back to where Clint and Lacey were waiting. "I'm going to try and visit more often. Tommy is interested in testing his limits and really, we need to know. He's the first super soldier born naturally."

"That was something seeing you two run off," said Clint. "You won't do that to your Uncle Clint, will you Tommy?"

The boy gave a sly smile and Clint rolled his eyes, realizing he had just given Tommy an idea.

"He won't," interjected Lacey. "Will you, Tommy?"

Her request was followed by a look that only a mother could give and Tommy promised not to run away from Clint. That being settled there wasn't much more to be said so Steve and Sam made preparations to leave. Steve gave both of them a cell phone number where he could be reached. Lacey walked Steve and Sam to the quinjet.

"Have you heard anything from Tony Stark?" she asked. "I know he feels guilty about the whole thing. That play set was part of him making amends to me and Tommy."

"No, nothing yet," said Steve. "It will probably take something really big for him to reach out. That's okay. I'm not going anywhere, other than hiding out."

Sam prepared to enter the quinjet without saying anything and Lacey called him back. "Thank you for helping Bucky. I know that it's cost you."

He sighed. "They would have summarily executed him when he wasn't responsible for his actions," he replied. "I think the decryption of the HYDRA files have proven he was a victim as well. Certainly they could have rescued him a lot sooner. You take care of yourself and that boy. Things will work out. They often do."

Lacey did hug him and he smiled kindly at her. Then she looked up at Steve. Her eyes watered up as she tried to formulate the words but he just hugged her.

"Sam's right," he whispered. "It will work out. I promise I'll come more often. It's been too long since my last visit and that's on me."

She smiled stoically at him and stepped away towards the house as Steve powered the aircraft up and lifted it up into the air. She could see Tommy watching then he started waving and she saw Steve waving back at him from the cockpit. Her son ran up to her and she lifted him into her arms. Together they waved and the aircraft pulled away into the sky.

"I like Uncle Steve," declared Tommy.

"Good," replied Lacey. "He's a good man."

Over the next month Lacey and Tommy continued living with Clint and Laura at the farm. Steve came back once. Bucky made weekly calls and documented his sparring sessions with the Dora Milaje warriors in preparation for the test on the effectiveness of his treatment. She could see he was nervous when the day arrived in which a warrior named Ayo would say the activation words.

"What if she activates me and I become him again?" he said anxiously. "All that work for nothing."

"They wouldn't do it unless they were sure," replied Lacey. "It's not like you'll go on a rampage if the words do work, right? She actually has to command you."

"True, but I couldn't live with myself if I hurt anyone while I was him," he admitted. He breathed heavily for a time then looked up at her. "Here I am worrying about myself and I haven't even asked how you are yet."

"We're good," she replied. "Steve came back again and ran with Tommy. He's so fast Bucky, and he feels so free when he can let go. Steve wants to teach Tommy to box."

Bucky chuckled. "That I would like to see," he smiled. "You know I won the YMCA welterweight championship three years in a row. God, I loved to box. I could have turned pro if it weren't for the war."

"Steve told us that," she replied. "He told Tommy a lot about you, about growing up together, and you looking out for him."

"When I'm done my rehab in the village I plan to come home and turn myself in," said Bucky seriously. "I've been away from you two for too long. It should be me telling him the stories, not Steve. I'm not complaining but he is my son and really, it's my responsibility."

"They'll still put you on trial if you do," said Lacey. "Even with all that the lawyer has uncovered there are still a lot of people who want to make an example of you. If they find you guilty ...."

"Then they find me guilty," repeated Bucky. "At some point I have to stand on my own two feet and face the music. As long as you're in my corner I have the strength to do that." He looked to the side. "They're ready for me. Time for the test. No matter what happens know I love you and Tommy. Someday, we'll be a family, I promise."

"I love you, too," she replied. "You call me as soon as you can. Goodbye, Bucky."

"Goodbye, Lacey," he answered and the connection was broken.

Shuri had already updated Lacey on what would happen to Bucky. He would be transported to a remote location where Ayo would repeat the activation words to him. If he was triggered they would begin again. If he stayed Bucky then he was deemed safe enough to complete his rehab in a small village. For several months at least he would be resident there and learn to live without his arm. Then it would be his choice to receive the artificial arm they designed and built for him.

"His choice?" asked Lacey when Shuri informed her. "Why wouldn't he choose to take it?"

"The arm that was built for Sergeant Barnes when he was HYDRA's captive was meant to be an instrument of death and destruction," replied Shuri. "Despite all the treatment we have given him we have found that he fears any prosthetic arm may be used for the same purpose. Ours will be more naturally shaped, weighted like a natural arm, and with enough sensors in it that he will be able to touch anything gently. It will always be distinctive looking as it is black with gold markings. We will not force him to accept it but it will always be here for him when he is ready to do so."

The day after the test Bucky called her with the news that the treatment had worked and the activation words influence on him was broken. His elation was tempered by the knowledge that he still had more rehabilitation to go but at least now he knew he could be safely around others and reintegrate into society.

Wakanda, the village

The flight to the village took a little longer than Bucky was expecting. Seated in the back of the Royal Talon fighter with Ayo piloting and Shuri in the copilot seat he watched the two women as they flew towards the small village where he would stay for up to six months. He was nervous, having been only in the company of Shuri, Ayo and several other Dora Milaje warriors for the past month. Shuri observed him from time to time as she looked behind her on occasion, as did Ayo.

"You have nothing to worry about, Sergeant Barnes," Shuri reassured him. "The chief knows what you have been through and it was his choice to invite you to live in peace in their community, learning to be whole again. Even though you will be short a limb."

He smiled grimly. "I'm sure I'll be a big help to them," he said, somewhat sarcastically. "I was born and raised in one of the biggest cities in the United States. What do I know about farming?"

"You will learn, White Wolf," stated Ayo. "Just as you learned our fighting style so quickly. You are a quick learner and I'm sure you will master being a farmer. It will be good for your soul."

Bucky thought back to the previous evening when he sat on the floor and tore out the sleeves of the work shirts they provided to him. All three of them were long sleeved with button cuffs and he realized very quickly that would be something he couldn't manage. So, using his feet and teeth to anchor the shirts he cut just below the shoulder seam with a knife and tore the sleeves off. He remembered seeing a patterned shawl left behind in the garden and took it to wrap around his new shoulder insert. Still sensitive about the artificial look of his shoulder he wanted it covered. Again, using his free hand, mouth and feet he was able to knot the ends so he could slip it over his shoulder and cover the unit. Queen Ramonda had seen him with the shawl covering his shoulder and raised her eyebrows at him but said nothing. It was only on the way to the village that he realized the shawl was probably hers. He also received three pairs of work pants and tried them on, managing the zipper and top button alright with one hand. Then he looked at himself in the mirror and shook his head.

"What is it with this generation and tight pants?" he said out loud. "It leaves nothing to the imagination."

Packing everything in a bag with a long strap he had lain awake for some time waiting for a sleep that took forever to come until his bracelet woke him for breakfast. Now, in the back of the Royal Talon fighter he found the motion of the aircraft was slowly lulling him to sleep and he fought to keep his eyes open. Fortunately it was only a few more minutes before they dropped into the village drawing a crowd of people around the aircraft when it finally hovered and landed. A man, who Bucky assumed was the chief, waded through the crowd of people and asked everyone to step back for the Princess. Smiling broadly she got out of the copilot seat, then down the ramp, and greeted the chief then turned to Bucky and introduced him in Wakandan.

"Do not worry, Sergeant Barnes, Chief Thembeka speaks English," she said. "The formal introduction was done in Wakandan as is our custom."

The chief crossed his closed fists in front of his chest so Bucky did the same with his one arm, garnering a nod of respect from those nearby.

"Sergeant Barnes, also called White Wolf," began Thembeka. "Welcome to our village. We hope that you find peace during your stay with us. For now we will host a small feast in your honour. After you may retire to your hut and make yourself comfortable. Your home is small but it is yours and yours alone. Wi-Fi is available in the huts for any internet searching or personal video calls you may wish to make. Tomorrow you will begin your work."

"May I ask what you have planned for me?" asked Bucky.

The chief smiled mysteriously. "You may ask but the answer will not be evident until tomorrow," he said with finality.

He attended the feast and when it was over bade goodbye to Shuri and Ayo. Picking his bag up he was shown to his hut and he pulled aside the curtain which covered the only entrance into it. It was small; a bed, desk, small kitchen, and a bathroom with a shower he could barely fit into. A small closet with a set of drawers beside it was soon filled by his clothes. He laid back on the bed and looked up into the thatched roof of the round structure. Gazing around the walls he saw various animal skins and assorted gourds mounted on the wall. The sound of giggling got his attention and he looked up to see three painted faces peering at him from just outside the doorway. Raising himself from the bed he walked towards the door but the three children ran away and he smiled gently at them. Picking up the tablet he sat outside on a bench just beside the door. Opening the video call app he touched the last call he made to Lacey and her face soon appeared.

"Hi!" she said, then she looked at the wall behind him. "You look like you're in front of a hut. Does that mean you're in your village?"

"Yes, just arrived today," he said. "Let me show you my hut."

He picked up the tablet and turned it around aiming it at the various parts of his home for the next while. Then he returned to the bench and sat looking at her. She called to Tommy who joined her.

"Hi Daddy," he said breezily. "Guess what? I jumped off the small barn today. How high was that Mom?"

"About 20 feet," said Lacey. "He landed on some hay bales that Clint was going to haul up to the loft. He helped Clint get them up there."

"How did it feel?" asked Bucky, trying not to be concerned. "Did it hurt at all when you landed?"

"No, it was fun," said Tommy. "How high can you jump?"

"Pretty far," admitted Bucky. "But I'm also a grown up and I have bigger legs and muscles than you. Promise you won't go higher than the barn for a while?"

"Okay," agreed Tommy then he looked directly at Bucky. "Daddy, when are you coming home?"

He took in a quick breath as the question had taken him by surprise. "I have to stay here for a few more months then I'll be free to leave here, I hope," he answered. "I want to come home and if the people in charge let me that's what I'll do."

"Can you come for my next birthday?" asked Tommy. "Please?"

"I'll try, I really will," said Bucky, trying to keep the emotion down in his throat. "But I probably won't make it until after. Can I talk to your Mom, now, please? I'm sure you want to play."

"Okay, I love you Daddy," said Tommy, unprompted.

"I love you, too, son," said Bucky, who waited for Tommy to leave before he put the tablet down and wiped his eyes with the back of his hand.

"You okay?" asked Lacey when he reappeared on the screen. "I didn't know he was going to ask that. He's been asking questions about how we met and how we made him. He sees how Clint is with Nate and that has him wondering why you're not here."

"You know I would be there if I could," stated Bucky. "There's nothing I want more. I'm serious about turning myself in as soon as I'm done here. I've been away too long. Can you let that lawyer know that's my plan?"

"I'll tell him," replied Lacey. "This might be the hardest months for both of us. When you do get here how do you want to handle ... us?"

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"Should we take some time together and get to know each other first?" she queried. "Go on some dates or do we jump into a relationship right away? I do love you but I really don't know you, do I?"

"No, we don't," admitted Bucky. "These on screen conversations aren't really the same as being together are they? One night together really isn't enough to base a serious relationship on."

He looked down at the ground and took a deep breath, obviously disappointed. "Bucky, until we actually see each other we just don't know for sure," stated Lacey. "We can go away together, rent a cabin or something, separate bedrooms and see what happens. That's the grown up way of doing it."

"You're right," he replied. "Let's do that and see where it leads. I don't want to pressure you into something that may or may not exist. But you'll still wait for me until then, right? You're not seeing anyone?”

"No, I'm not seeing anyone," she told him then she smiled. "I'm still on the farm and I get into town about once a month to pick up my mail with Clint. The book is still selling, approaching the end of the second printing so I'm still getting fan mail."

He was relieved to hear it as for a brief moment he thought she was letting him down easy. "In a best case scenario I want a relationship with you," he declared. "I want it all – marriage, a house or a farm, kids. If that isn't meant to be then I want a friendship and to be part of Tommy's life."

"That's my best case scenario also," she agreed. "I have faith in both of us Bucky, even if I do have doubts once in a while. I just wanted it to be out there so that we're not blindsided if it doesn't work."

"Fair enough," he said, then looked at her and smiled. "So you won't mind if I tell you I still think you're beautiful and that I think of that night often."

"I don't mind at all," she answered. "I think of it as well. You're still the most handsome man I've ever met." She looked at him steadily before taking her own deep breath. "This seems like a good time to end our call. Call me as often as you can. I do love you."

"I will and I love you too," he said, then he ended the call.

He sat back against the outside wall of the hut and put the tablet on the bench. Closing his eyes he breathed deeply.

"Are you alright, White Wolf?" said a child's voice.

He opened his eyes to see the three boys with painted faces standing in front of him, all of them with a look of concern on their face. "Just feeling a little sad," he explained. "My son is in another country and I've only ever seen him on this." He lifted up the tablet. "I want to be with him but I have to stay here in your village for a while to prove I can live like a civilized man."

"Is his mother with him?" asked one of the boys. "Do you miss her too?"

"Yes, I miss her," replied Bucky. "I want to be with her as well. What are your names?"

They laughed and ran away, leaving him shaking his head. He would have to ask if it was taboo to know children's names. What was with calling him White Wolf? No one had explained what that was about. So many questions and he wasn't sure who he could ask for answers. This was going to be a long six months.

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Feeling Sneaky Peeky...

I'm in a bit of a writing slump this week (due to a book hangover). So I felt I'd share a peek into one of my WIP's from one of my ongoing series. Today I felt like sharing from Sandalwood, Leather, Mead & Honey. My Thor/Bucky/Steve Rogers x POC!Singer!Reader "Honey" series.

Under the cut you'll find a sneak peek for installment 5: (divider by @firefly-graphics)

I'm a sucker for a shot of dopamine straight to the bloodstream

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Thor: Video attachment (Honey with a drunken Val dancing and singing to Bohemian Rhapsody on the bar. Getting the whole Asgardian filled tavern to sing along at the top of their lungs. Seems you've got the whole place to harmonize and are directing them like a chorus. It's a magnificent watch.)

Steve: Is she on the bar?

Bucky: More importantly is V dancing AND singing with her on it?

Thor: She has the entire Tavern under her spell.

Bucky: As they should be. Enticing little thing. Wish we were there instead of stuck doing all this press crap.

Steve: I'm usually happy doing press but I think I may be coming down with some FOMO.

Thor: What is FOMO??

Bucky: Fear Of Missing Out.

Thor: Understood.

Steve: Enjoy your time at home with her Thor.

Bucky: Because once you make it back home she’s not leaving our side for days. Gonna make her the filling in a super soldier sandwich.

Thor: You’ll find no objections here. I’ll more than make sure to get my fill while I have her to myself.

Steve: Don’t go too overboard. We need her to be able to at least walk.

Bucky: Actually I’m fine if she needs to be carried around.

Steve: Smh. It’s time for us to get back to doing interviews. Give our girl extra love from us.

Bucky: And an extra swat on the ass from me specifically.

“May we sing for your fallen? It would be our honor to offer a tribute.” You kindly ask the grieving widow sat idly at a table surrounded by loved ones.

The maiden looks to Thor sitting at the head of the table before answering. “It would be an honor to receive such an offering, milady.”

You whisper into Sy’s ear the song you wish to sing as you make your way over to the small altar set up for the fallen warrior. You take a deep breath, squeeze his hand and begin to sing.

Carry me home when the light in my eyes does fade Carry me home when the shadow comes to take me away Lay down my bones knowing I'll be in a better place Release my soul, carry me home Carry me home there's no sorrow down in the ground Carry me home don't you weep for I am freedom bound Lay down my bones there is peace within the light I've found Release my soul, carry me home

By now the tavern has filled with the rhythmic tapping of Stein’s on wood, keeping beat with Sy’s fist drumming against his chair. Your eyes are closed and you let the music take over. It sounds very close to something Thor would have grown up hearing when honoring their fallen warriors.

He can’t take his eyes off of you, once again a siren in her element. Offering the gift of her voice to escort the fallen on their journey to the afterlife. It was the final piece he needed to see before he formally asks for your hand in marriage.

It is not long now, until your hand is fasted with mine. I will need to discuss this with Rogers and Barnes first, but fear not, you will become not only be my Queen but New Asgards as well.

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'til the end of the line and back

Chapter 10: About damn time

Pairing : Stucky x Reader

Word count: 5.8k

Warnings: canon level violence, mentions of injuries, character death, mentions/implied non-con, SA, blood, human trafficking physical abuse, mentions of bones breaking. If I forgot anything let me know

A/N: look who finally got finished!!! This chapter is very interesting, to me at least.

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Ch. 9

Sunlight peeks through the curtains hanging in your room. It’s at least noon and at any other time it would have surprised you to still be in bed at this time but considering what happened the last few days you needed the rest. It’s not that you were a morning person, you were just used to getting up early. The warmth surrounding you is what made you stir. You like to keep your room cold since the serum always has you running at a higher temperature. In the still sleepy haze you begin to stretch until you feel an arm around your waist pull you to the side.

“Five more minutes.” The voice is low and gravelly and Bucky’s.

You turn from laying on your back to laying on your side with your back pressed against his chest. The fact that Bucky was with you was comforting until you actually opened your eyes and realized that Steve is directly in front of you. A smile tugs at the corner of your lips. It was always fascinating to catch glimpses of him asleep, he looked so relaxed and young, as if he didn’t have a care in the world and you liked it.

“It’s rude to stare, sweetheart.” He says with amusement, then his eyes snap open and he smiles at you. You lean into him, resting your forehead against his chest. “You ok?”

“As ok as I can be. I mean considering everything that happened.” you answer. “Are you two ok?” you ask as you look up at him.

“As long as you’re safe we’ll be ok.” Steve kisses your forehead while you feel Bucky place chaste kiss your shoulder.

“Have you gotten any sleep?”

“Of course, the best sleep I’ve had in a while, Pinky.”

“Absolutely.” Steve agrees.

It was sweet and you had missed them and you wish this could happen all the time. But you knew this was a one time thing now that you knew they were in a relationship. You wrap your arm around Steve and pull him so that he shuffles closer. Now you’re sandwiched in between the super soldiers. A content sigh leaves your lips as you close your eyes again, you want to commit this moment to memory because you know you won’t have it again.

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It wasn’t surprising that you had fallen asleep again, that was the safety you felt from being with Steve and Bucky. It was the former that was calling your name softly. His hand softly caresses your arm in order to get you to open your eyes, which you do with a small whine. Steve chuckles when you turn away from him before he pulls the covers off of you.

“What is it?”

“Adam is awake and asking for you.”

That was enough to get you to sit up fully awake now. You move off the bed, grab a change of clothes, head to the bathroom and you do what would normally be your morning routine. After a quick shower and change of clothes you walk back out to find Steve still sitting on your bed.

“How long was I asleep for?”

“About an hour and a half. Adam woke up about 20 minutes ago.”

“Oh.”

“If you’re ready I’ll walk down with you.”

“Yeah I am.”

You walk towards the door as Steve stands up and follows you towards the elevators. That’s when you notice the missing plants that usually decorated the hallway.

“Last night when you were having the nightmare you were using your abilities. The plants were floating until Bucky woke you up.” Steve answered your unasked question. “It’s ok they’re getting repotted.”

You hummed in response. The rest of the way towards the medbay is quiet and just as you’re about to head into Adam’s room Steve calls your name.

“Yeah?”

“After you’re done here could we talk?”

“Of course, is something wrong?”

“No, it’s just I noticed something about your abilities last night while you were still waking up from your nightmare and I want to see if what I’m thinking is correct.”

“Ok?” you look at him confused.

“Sparring room, Wanda and Bucky will be there too.”

“Yeah sure.”

“Ok.” He moves in closer and kisses your forehead, making those pesky little butterflies take flight in your stomach.

You hear a faint ‘come in’ after knocking on the door lightly. The lights are low in the room as you scan it to find Nat helping Adam take a sip of water. Adam rested his head against the pillow once he was done, his eye even more swollen than the night before. Other cuts and bruises had made their home on his face and neck from what you could see from where you stood. Intense guilt settled in your chest, if it weren’t for you Adam would be safe and healthy. At this point it felt like you weren’t meant to have any kind of love, whether it were romantic or platonic.

“Get out of your head.” His pained voice reached you before you were truly able to spiral. Adam knew you better than anyone so of course he knew when you were blaming yourself for things out of your control.

“How are you feeling?” You manage to ask as you step closer to the bed. The arm closest to you was in a cast so you weren’t able to take his hand as it seemed that Nat held his other hand. There were other injuries from what you had heard Lucy say the night before including some broken ribs and sprained ankle. You run your fingers through his hair as you give him a small smile.

“Could be worse.”

“How could you possibly be worse? Have you seen yourself?”

“Yeah, but I mean I could be dead. Also Nat has kept me company which is really nice.” His eyes move from you to Nat who is smiling like a love struck teenager.

“You guys are gross.” you fake disgust.

“You’re one to talk, I heard you had a sleepover with your two giant teddy bears.” If he could wiggle his eyebrows he would.

“I had a nightmare, I fell asleep. I wasn’t aware they had stayed until I woke up this morning.”

“Whatever you still slept with them.”

“But not in the way you’re implying Adam.”

“Ok children, that's enough bickering for the day. Play nice or I’ll have to separate you.”

“Yes mom.” Both you and Adam say in unison causing all of you to laugh until Adam winces because of the pain.

“How are you really feeling?”

“Like I almost died. But I’ll be just fine, I mean you saved my life that was so badass. Then Sam flew me all the way here. It was kind of awesome. But don’t get me wrong, I never want to experience that again.”

“Duly noted. No more kidnappings for you.”

Nat excuses herself so that she can go back to her room while you and Adam catch up. Which you do for the next hour or so. But you can tell that Adam is tired and most likely the pain medication makes him drowsy. He asks about what is going on in the compound since he had noticed something was wrong when Sam brought him back. You told him about your nightmare and what happened with Steve and Bucky. By the end of the hour you could tell he was exhausted and he was fighting to keep his eyes open but you assured him that he should in fact sleep and that you would come by later to check in on him again. You give him a kiss on his forehead and apologize for what he went through because of you. Adam reassured you that he would be ok and that this incident wouldn’t end a life long friendship. As his eyes begin to close you slip out of his room and head to find Steve, Wanda and Bucky.

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You heard the muffled conversation amongst the three Avengers before you saw them. Still not sure about what was going to happen, you enter with caution. It’s not like any of them would hurt you but the tension in the room was palpable. Bucky sees you first, his expression softening when his eyes meet yours. He had been mid sentence and stopped which prompted Wanda and Steve to turn and look at you. They offered you a smile as you walked towards them in the middle of the room.

“Ok what’s going on?”

“Last night when you woke up from your nightmare you thought that I was going to hurt you or Bucky so you used your abilities to push me away.” Steve tells you.

“I kind of remember that.”

“Well I don’t know if you remember everything because as you raised your hand there was an orange glow, and I’ve never seen you do that before. It’s similar to the way Wanda’s abilities glow red.”

“That’s not something I can do.”

“I think it is, Pinky. Hydra could have done something to block the strength of your abilities.”

You look between Bucky and Steve before looking at Wanda who just nods in agreement. Taking a deep breath you think about the possibility that your power has been suppressed by Hydra. But even if it had, how would you know?

“How can we find out if my abilities are suppressed?”

“That’s what I’m here for. If it’s ok with you I can access your mind to see if there are any blocks. We know it’s nothing physical because you’ve had all types of tests done and there were no signs of anything. The only thing that I can think of is a mental block, one put in by someone like me. The only way to know is if we can look into your memories.”

“Ok then, what do we have to do?”

“You’re going to want to resist but you have to relax. Now I put up some runes so that you can’t use your powers and hurt one of us accidentally.”

“Is that why you wanted to meet here, so that I wouldn’t potentially hurt anyone.?” You look back at Steve.

“Yes, just to be safe.”

“I appreciate it.” You smile at Steve and then Bucky who seems more worried about it than you are, but he always worries about you.

“Ok Y/N, let’s get started.”

“Where are we?” Wanda asks as she stands next to you.

“This used to be my apartment. Where I lived with my boyfriend.”

Just then you relive everything that happened when your ex-boyfriend, Jackson, sold you. Except this time you’re a spectator. You’re standing in the doorway that connects the living room to the hallway that leads to the bedroom. Wanda stands behind you, watching the old version of you moving around when Jackson walks in. You look away knowing what happens next, something else gets your attention. A little flash of blue rushed past you.

“Do you see that?” You ask Wanda.

“See what?”

“A flash of blue.”

“No. Which way did it go?”

You point to your right and Wanda grabs your hand before heading in that direction.

Darkness surrounds both of you as you hear crying, a door opens and the space is flooded by light and you realize you’re in a shipping container. It’s full of women and children, your eyes scan the area as the men that opened the door walk in and start grabbing people and pulling them out. You’re in the back with a little girl holding on to you for dear life. One of the men came towards you and tried to pull her off of you. In your drugged state you try to fight him off. He didn’t like that because you see his fist connect to the side of your face. The hit was strong enough to knock you out again and as he moves the light hits your body on the floor and you see all of the bruises and cuts all over the parts that aren’t covered with your clothing. Another flash of blue. Wanda places a hand on your shoulder as you watch everything unfold.

“I don’t remember this.”

“It was most likely blocked by whoever did this. Do you still want to do this? I can stop at any time.”

“Yes I need to know.” You point in the direction you saw the blue flash deciding it may be important.

You stand in a hallway looking into a cell big enough for one person, it smells of mold and blood. The paint is chipped and the metal underneath is rusted.

Screaming echoes down the hall but you’re looking at yourself on the floor curled into a ball. At this point you’re just one big bruise, your breathing is shallow and ragged. Boots hitting the floor beg for your attention as they get closer. When you finally look up you recognize the guard, the one you killed the night you escaped. He opens the door to your cell and steps in, grabbing you by your hair and dragging you as you beg for him to let you go. He stops and turns with some type of baton in his hand and next thing you hear is your ribs cracking before your high pitched scream escapes your lips. A hand slips out of one of the windows of the cell door, an electric blue spark at its fingertips, Wanda gasps at the cruel behavior behind you, you had forgotten she was there.

“This way.” You tell Wanda.

The next place you're in is a training room, you’re one on one with the guard that beat you and every time you see him the less guilt you feel about having killed him. At this moment he’s supposed to be teaching you how to fight but you can see the twisted pleasure he gets from breaking your body. The room stays the same but the memory changes, there are more people, less people, other guards or prisoners. You go from fighting guards to fighting other prisoners. Some of this you remember, if you refused to fight to the death you’d be punished. It was survival of the fittest. The outline of a figure stands in the corner, you can’t make any features out but you feel them staring at you.

“I don’t remember everything that happened but I remember this.” you whisper as if they could hear you.

“They never did this with us.”

“It’s different Wanda, we didn’t volunteer for this. They had to break us in order to get us to cooperate.”

“It’s almost over. I feel the block getting stronger. We must be close to the memory of when it happened.”

You grab her hand “Ok, let's find it then.”

You’re strapped to a table, the restraints digging into your skin as you pull against them trying to set yourself free.

“I remember this.” you tell Wanda. “He was with Miller when the building collapsed the other day.”

Someone across the room speaks. “Alright everyone, we will be conducting the next experiment on subject 358. This serum was made with DNA components from Maximoff, Wanda who has multiple abilities after being exposed to the stone. If successful we should have a super soldier with enhanced abilities. Is the test subject ready?”

“They used my DNA to create the serum they gave you? How is that possible?”

You turned to look at Wanda as the scene played out, you remember this vividly so you didn’t have to see it again. Wanda, however, couldn’t take her eyes off of the you that was screaming and writhing in pain. A tear makes its way down her cheek.

“It’s my fault?”

“Of course it isn’t. You didn’t strap me down to the table and inject me with anything. Maybe your DNA is what saved me.”

“Congratulations everyone we have our second successful enhanced soldier. Make sure you take DNA samples from her. Take her to the other room for the second portion.”

“Second?” you and Wanda say in unison.

These events that you don’t remember get overwhelming. It feels like there’s no end in sight, with every passing memory the violence towards you seems to get worse. Still you wonder where you went wrong in life to have you end up where you are now. There’s a flash of yellow before you. It’s when you see your former self standing in the middle of an empty room and a stone floating in the middle.

“That’s the mind stone.” Wanda informs you. “This is exactly how I got my abilities.”

You watch yourself walk closer to it as instructed. The stone glows brighter. It's almost blinding but you reach out to it. For a moment a look of peace flashes over your battered and bruised face before you faint.

Another shift in your memories and now you’re naked in a room with guards, two of them holding you up. You tense beside Wanda as you watch that same guard you had killed walk towards you. There is a sinister expression etched on his face.

“You know, I am sick and tired of you fighting us at every single turn. I’m done trying to deal with you the way they want me too. I’m gonna break you in my own way and when I’m done with you the boys are all going to take a turn.” He laughs at your horrified expression as he begins to unbuckle his belt, stepping closer as he does.

The panic begins to rise both in the memory version of yourself and now as you watch this. You can feel Wanda trying to pull you out of the memory but you fight her, you need to know what he did. His hands are around your throat in a flash and he has you pinned against the wall. He pulls down his pants with one hand while the other keeps you in place. Just as fast there is a glowing orange ball at your fingertips and you push against his chest to move him away from you. You create another ball of energy and send it flying towards the other guards, they fall dead on the floor before the door opens. You have fire and rage in your eyes and you stare up at the man that’s trying to hurt you. Whoever comes in behind him pulls him away from you leaving you exposed to the room. All eyes are on you but one set of eyes is different from the others. Eyes full of curiosity and concern stare back at you before the figure starts to run away. Wanda calls out your name as you begin to chase whoever it was, then it all fades into black.

Now you’re alone Wanda is nowhere to be found, it’s like you’re standing in darkness. Suspended in nothingness. You’re convinced this is the block that had kept those memories at bay, but you wonder who put it there. The echo of your name is faint. Too far away to make out who is calling to you and just as quickly there is pressure on your head. It feels like someone has their hands on either side and is trying to crush your skull. It makes you fall to your knees, you call out to Wanda then Bucky and Steve as panic sets in. The pain is blinding and searing hot as it spreads down your spine.

“Fight it.” It whispered in your ear. “Stand up, push through the pain.”

Against what you want to do, which is lay on the floor and wait until it’s over, you stand. Slow and steady you put one foot in front of the other. Not sure where you’re going, you continue to move forward until you see a closed door. It’s a struggle to open it but once you do there is light flooding this dark part of your mind. Crossing the doorway you find yourself in a hallway, with no other place to go you begin to walk down the barely lit and rundown corridor. The walls are filled with pictures, important moments in your life. Like meeting Adam or your first kiss. The first time you picked up a paint brush. Graduating high school and so many other things that were blurred before this whole experience. It feels like it’s almost over, you’re so close to finding out why your memories are blocked.

A cold chill runs down your spine, the last piece of the puzzle. But it’s more than a sensation; it's like someone ran through you. Transparent and small but the power behind it gives you goosebumps and the echoes of footsteps start leading away from you. You run after them, the hallway getting longer the more you run and then you slam into an invisible force. There is nothing or no one in front of you. Wanda has disappeared, this last part has to be done by you alone. There is a hand on your cheek now, words that you can’t make out are being said, when you blink you’re in another room.

Barely lit, and decaying but it’s large enough to fit at least a dozen people. Your eyes adjust to the lighting as you scan the room. They land on a figure in a corner, trembling with both cold and fear. Scars are visible on every part of their skin and it’s when you realize they’re naked, blood stained their thighs and the tiles below them. There is nothing more than a dirty mattress on the floor but they refuse to lay on it. That’s when you notice the fresh blood. It’s the only color in the room, it’s vibrant against the dull appearance of the cell. You stand and wait for the memory version of yourself to be brought in but nothing happens.

“You’ve finally made it.” A raspy voice breaks the silence. When you look back in the direction of the voice you notice the person in the corner is now looking at you.

“You know me?”

“Of course I do. This is where we met.”

“Who are you?”

“Now? I’m nothing more than a part of your mind, more than a memory, a safeguard. It’s what you wanted.”

You walk closer to the corner, taking in the features of the only other person in the room.

“My name is Isa.” She says. To hear it begins to awaken something in you. Something you shouldn’t have forgotten.

“Why are you here?”

“You wanted to forget. But I messed up. I was only supposed to block the bad memories but it seems like I blocked your powers too, but I can fix it. Tell me something.” Isa shifts and sits up straighter to face you. “Are you still here? Are they using you for their benefit?”

“No, I escaped. I’m with good people now, people I love, who take care of me.”

“Are they forcing you to use your powers?”

“No, they would never do that. I stay because I want to.”

“Do you want to remove the block? There will be no coming back from this. It will unlock the full extent of your power.”

“Yes.”

Isa moves closer and places a hand on your cheek. There is a flow of energy, it’s familiar to you but it makes your eyelids heavy and when you blink away the drowsiness Isa is lying against you.

It’s a memory.

Isa is crying in pain, she holds on to her midsection. Now you can see how young she truly is. Her dark brown eyes search yours as she begs for the pain to stop. You take in her naked form, the evidence of the horrible things that went on on her pale skin. The guards had gotten to her and beaten her and taken turns to use her because she tried to escape again.

“I don’t want to do this anymore, please make it stop.”

“I don’t know how.”

“Use your abilities. I don’t want this anymore.”

“No, I can’t.” You cry, they’ve put you through so much and now the only friend you know is asking for you to end her life. “We can escape together, we’re stronger than they are.”

She shakes her head. “I’ve been here longer. They’ll just sedate you. It will never happen. But you can help me please! I can make you forget and then you do this for me.” She was determined and her eyes were pleading.

“You’ll never leave me right?”

“No, never. You’ll be the one to escape, to find your family and to find love. You’ll do it for both of us. Then when you’re ready you’ll come find me here.” She points to your head.

You nod as she sits up with your help. She places both her hands on either side of your head. Little sparks of blue dance on her fingertips and the pressure begins to build, if you weren’t already on the floor the pain would have certainly brought you to your knees. The next moments move in slow motion. Guards rush in trying to separate you both, Isa begs for you to end it before they can hurt her again. The guards are pulling you towards the door but you manage to flick your wrist. When you look over again Isa is laying on the ground, lifeless but she looks peaceful. It’s over for her but it was just the beginning for you.

You’re screaming at the top of your lungs as you drop to the floor of the sparring room. Swirls of orange snap and pop around you. The rush of energy pushes out of your body and even with the runes Wanda put up, some damage is done to the room and the three avengers had been pushed back because of it. It feels like your body is on fire again almost as if you were on that table again. It’s too hot in the room as you try to catch your breath and you’re shaking as the full strength of your abilities hits you like a freight train. There are voices above you but you can’t be bothered to listen.

Your eyes are closed and you lay on your side unmoving on the floor. A hand touches your wrist but it’s too much, it feels like your nerves are exposed.

“Don’t.”

“What do you need?”

”I don’t know.”

The fire in your veins has stopped burning and your breath has finally slowed to what it should be. You turn to lay on your back. Still the feeling of your clothes against your skin hurts and you wish nothing was touching you. You blink a few times trying to adjust to the real world again. In doing so you spy three very worried faces looking down at you.

“How do you feel?” Bucky speaks first.

“Overwhelmed.” Your voice is small. “Why did you leave me?” Your question is now directed at Wanda.

“I was pushed out, I couldn’t follow you into the next memory.”

Blue.

Safeguard.

Isa.

Dead.

“It was the other enhanced person, Isa. She put a block in. That was the last memory.”

“What else happened?”

“I-” you take a deep breath. “I don’t want to talk about it right now.” You sit up too fast and it feels like the world is upside down.

“Hey take it easy. Can we help you up? We’ll take you to your room.” Steve offers.

“No, I need some time alone. I need to not be here.” You stood up slowly, your legs almost giving out on you. Bucky asked you to find him once you were ready and you nodded in response. Instead of heading to your room you went outside. The further away from the room you were just in the more you relaxed. You ended up by the lake and you sat at the shore just watching the water for hours.

It was dark outside by the time you decided to go back to your room. As mentally exhausted as you felt after the whole ordeal, physically speaking you felt even stronger. New found power flowed through you easily and though you felt invincible the memories you got back also left you feeling vulnerable and exposed. Those were feelings you hated and one that two super soldiers could chase away with ease. But the truth of the matter was that you couldn’t depend on them for the rest of your life. Not if they were together, you couldn’t expect them to rescue you from your own thoughts and feelings every single time. The morning with them had been nice, comforting too but you couldn’t just expect them to allow you in their bed all the time.

So you thought it would be best if you started to put space in between you and them again. But that would be for a later day. Asking F.R.I.D.A.Y if either Bucky or Steve were in their rooms. When the A.I. said they weren’t you went to yours with the intentions of taking a shower and changing into clean clothes. You had every intention of finding Bucky and Steve to let them know you were ok but you laid down for a few minutes and drifted off to sleep. It’s around 3:00 am when you slowly wake up. At least some things didn’t change, you got up and headed to the kitchen. There was no Bucky this time and part of you was disappointed.

You had just reached for the kettle when you heard hushed voices coming from the living room. After Miller’s escape the compound had been crawling with twice the amount of agents and recruits, you thought it was some of them taking a few minutes to rest.

“She’s going to pull away from us again.” You heard Steve say once you were closer.

“We can’t let her, we need to tell Y/N. She needs to know. Hell everyone else does.” Bucky replied.

They had no idea you were there and part of you wanted to keep listening. But you knew it was wrong, as you watched from the entrance as Bucky played with Steve’s hair. They were cuddling on the couch. This was somehow more intimate than watching them kiss so you slowly took a step back but your elbow hit the corner of the wall and you hissed.

“Are you ok Pinky?” Bucky had turned around to look at you better.

“Yeah, I was in the kitchen and voices so I came to check who it was.”

“We checked in on you, did you have a nightmare?”

“No, I just woke up and decided to get tea. I’ll leave you to it though I didn’t mean to interrupt.” You say as you start to turn back.

“Wait,” Steve calls out. “Can we talk?”

This was it, you were sure of it. The moment they would tell you they were together and they couldn’t keep saving you.

“Is it ok if we do this tomorrow?”

“No, don’t do this again. Don’t shut us out.”

“I’m not.” You mumbled. The pointed look Bucky gave you was enough to let you know you’ve been caught.

“You asked for some space between us but you’ve been avoiding us, sweetheart. All we want is for you to be ok, Bucky and I just want to take care of you.” He sighed. “Please come sit down so that we can talk.”

Bucky and Steve moved leaving the middle seat open so that you could take it. Reluctantly you walked further into the living room but you sat in the love seat across from them. You brought your knees up and wrapped your arms around them.

“Y/N there’s something Steve and I want to tell you.” Bucky started. “But there is something we need to know too.”

“So what do you want to start with?”

“What did you want to start with?” You ask.

“We want to know if we did something to upset you. Ever since that day you went to find your ex you pushed us away and we just want you back.”

You shake your head. “You didn’t do anything.”

“Then what happened? Did he hurt you?”

“No.”

“So what is it? Because I can’t think of anything that would make you pull away from us.”

“Buck-”

“No Steve, I want to know what happened and I want to make it right.” he says in a low voice looking from the blond back to you, noticing the dejected look on your face. “Please, if something happened tell us. If you just don’t want us around anymore we’ll leave you alone.”

You swallow thickly at the thought of not having them around anymore. It was a rash decision to ask for space, a way to keep your heart safe.

“I uh- the night of the warehouse after the meeting, I came back to the conference room.” You noticed how they both tensed up. “I wanted to apologize for what I did. I didn't want you to be mad at me. When I turned the corner I saw you.” You whisper the last part but you don't dare look at them. If you did, maybe they would see the internal battle you’ve had since you saw the scene unfold. Although you’d known Bucky longer, your feelings for them were the same.

The color drained from their faces. Both of them looked at you and then at each other at a loss for just a moment on how to explain the situation. Before either of them could say anything you spoke up again.

“I pulled away because I didn’t know you were together and I felt like I was in the way. You couldn’t just enjoy spending time together because of me. I thought it would be better that way.”

“In the way?”

“What?”

They had both said at the same time. Steve sighed and got up to sit next to you. Bucky was close behind but he pulled you up and took your seat before pulling you down to sit on his lap.

“Y/N, there’s more to it than just Bucky and I being together. This is new to us and we are still trying to figure out how to go forward but there is one thing that is stopping us.”

“Is it me?”

“Yes, but not in the way you think.” Bucky added before placing a chaste kiss on your shoulder. “It’s not just that Steve and I want to be together, we both want to be with you too.”

You looked at Bucky and then at Steve trying to figure out if they were lying but you couldn’t find anything but sincerity in their eyes.

“So the three of us together, in a relationship?”

“What do you say?” Steve asked.

“We would date, the three of us?”

“Among other things.” Bucky gives you a smirk. He cups your cheek and turns your face so that you’re looking at him. His thumb brushes your lower lip and his eyes flicker from your lips to your eyes. “God, you have no idea how much I want you, how much we want you. What do you say Pinky, will you be our girl?”

“Yes.” you say breathlessly.

Ch. 11

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