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moonyswriting · 3 years

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Pride

Happy Pride Month everyone! Whether you queer or questioning, closeted or out, I am so proud of you, you are valid and perfect! Remember that you never have to come out if you don’t want to. You’re not lying to anyone if you don’t. You don’t owe them to come out. Only do it if you want to. Also remember that labels can stay forever or can change and both is perfectly normal. You're fantastic the way you are. <3

So, I managed to write a pride fic for the first day of pride month! yay me. I hope you like it :)

Thank you for the idea @moonofthenight

Characters by @lumosinlove

When Pascal came into their living room it had never looked more colourful, but it had also not looked this messy in a long time. There was tape on all four sides of the table, paper and little paper cut outs all over the floor and in the middle of everything, all his four children, looking like deer in the headlights.

“What happened?”, he asked slowly. There would be a reasonable explanation for all of this, he was sure. Celeste had probably helped and they would clean everything back up in no time, leaving no trace of a mess before the team came over for dinner tonight.

Adele shuffled over looking at the floor. “Um,” she stared before glazing back at her siblings, who nodded at her encouragingly. “So, we decided to make some things for the others. You know, since you’re having that Pride Party tonight? We thought we’d make little gifts for the team.”

Oh, Pascal’s heart was already a puddle. “You-”, he stared, but couldn’t continue. He had questioned a lot if he should have raised his children differently, more open to the rainbow or attractions and genders (or lack thereof) that was out there, but this made him feel like he and Celeste had at least done some things right.

Pascal only realised he hadn’t properly said anything yet when Katie rushed towards him, hugging his hip. “Please don’t be mad. I promise, we’ll clean it all up. Mama said she’d help us!”, the big eyes of his youngest daughter stared up at him, guilty, but hopeful.

“I’m not mad, mon chou.”, picking her up, he turned towards the other three, still standing in front of him. “Not at any of you. This is an incredible idea! The team will love them. Thank you so much, it’s really thoughtful.” Leaning down, he placed a kiss on each of his childrens’ foreheads, including Katie’s before setting her down to get back to the others. Celeste walked through the door the next moment, flowers of all colours in her hand.

“You found our little pride squad then?”she asked, walking past him and into the kitchen, probably to cut off the ends of the stems. “Don’t worry, I’ll help them clean up and we’ll be done before any of your teammates even leave their houses.”

His wife knew him too well. He hated when other people visited them and their house was messy. Of course there had been times where he couldn’t really keep it clean with four toddlers running around, but he still always tried and his family knew that and helped him. It wasn’t really that it bothered him that visitors could see that they were possibly not clean people, it was just the principle. He thought it should that they were prepared and anticipated someone’s visit. He never wanted them to think it was a bad time to visit because he would eventually excuse the mess. He always wanted everyone to feel welcome.

And that’s what tonight would be about. Making his team feel always welcomed and loved and accepted.

Celeste returned back to their dining room without the flowers, kissing Pacal’s cheek and then turning towards their children. “Did you show him what you made already?” they shook their heads but quickly climbed up onto chairs and sorted through the things they had made. “They’re all really cute, I already saw some of them.” Celeste whispered giddily into his ear, as excitement bloomed in his chest and they walked over to look at the crafts.

“Here!” Katie waved a piece of paper in the air and Pascal walked around the table to look at what she had made. SHe beamed up at him as she explained, “This is for Tremzy! And Harzy and Knutty! It’s a card and I drew Lo, Leo and Finn on the front, see!” The man took the card in his hands. There were three stick figures on it, the smallest with brown hair, the next one with bright red hair and the last, taller than the other with yellow hair. In the back there were blue, red and black dots. “Why did you use those colours, ma petite?” He did have an idea, but with the many coloured pens on the table it could have just been a coincidence.

He could see Katie look over to Adele and Marc, before her eyes met his again. “Del and Marc said that those are the colours when you have more than one love and Logan has Finn and Leo, so they said I should use those. They look good together right?” Pascal could see that he wasn’t the only one close to tears after glazing over at Celeste smiling brightly. “Yes, Katie, it looks beautiful. Lo, Leo and Finn will love it! Adele, Marc, thank you for helping your sister. I know that this will mean a lot to Logan.” then as if he couldn’t help but to add, “I’m also very proud of you for looking up pride flag colours. I’m really happy you're informing yourself about these topics. They’re important.”

They all smiled at him. Pascal went over to Louis next. “I made two! This one is a card for Olli and Del and Marc also helped me with colours, so it's black, grey, white and this really nice purple that Katie gave me. It didn’t really match the photo, but I liked it better than the really dark one. Do you think he’ll mind?” The fact that his youngest son actually looked concerned staring down at his work had a tear spilling over. He let out a wet chuckle. “Non, je pense qu’il va l'adorer, c’est parfait. For who is the green one?” Louis pulled it out from under his other one and now Pascal could see it was not just green. There were black, grey, white and purple stripes on it too. “It’s for Reg! See, it’s got these stripes and then I drew this heart above it, cause even though he doesn’t want a boyfriend like Siri, he still gets all the love he needs from me and Siri and you and Re and the rest of the team!” Celeste came over and placed a kiss on his cheek, “He loves you too, mon lapinou. They look amazing.”

He walked over to his older son, he didn’t know if he could be any prouder of them. “ I made one for Kasey, Nat and Alex.” Marc stated as he handed his father one of the cards he had made. There were three heads on it, one with long blond hair and hoop earrings, one with light brown hair to the shoulders and one with dark red hair, freckles filling up more of his face than the light pink his son had used for all their skin tones. Pascal was about to compliment it, when Marc gave him another one. “This one is for Nado and Kuny. I made it full of hearts in pan and bi colours, because you mentioned that once and I really hope it’s right.” before Pascal could even think his next thought a stack of cards was placed in his hands. “And then for some of then we didn’t know, but we didn’t want them to feel left out or asume, so I made some rainbow ones for Pots, Talker, Sergei, Timmers, Cookie, Bluey, Ringer, Volley, Wrangler, Sunny and Foxy.”

Pascal was a bit shaken, not only that his son even remembered everyone of his teammates, without missing a single one, but at him having crafted every single one of them a rainbow card. “They will all love them, I’m sure. They look incredible.”

He saw Adele look down at her cards and moving them slightly out of view. Frowning, he walked over to her, “Did you also make something, ma colombe?” She nodded, pulling out one of her cards and holding it up for him to see. It was beautiful. She had glued blue magazine cut outs on the top of the cards, which got lighter til they reached a white in the middle and to green ones at the bottom. Over it there was a heart which read “Some hockey players marry their PT, get over it” He didn’t know how she had thought of that, but it was true and funny and so Adele, Pascal had no choice but to love it.

“These are all perfect. Thank you so, so much for making them, they’ll all love them I’m sure. We can tell them to all sit down in the living room so you can give them their cards later, sounds good?” They all nodded, seemingly happy with the idea. “Now let’s clean up before they come here and don’t recognize the place, eh?” All of them nodded as they got up, Celeste telling them where to start and how to clean it.

Pascal moved to the kitchen with the tray of now empty glasses Celeste had no doubt gotten them earlier, when he heard something behind him. Once he had carefully placed down everything he turned around to see Adele standing in the kitchen, arms behind her back. He waited for her to speak for only a moment until she did. “So, you saw that we made cards for everyone, because they’re all great and we should let them know we love and support them, right?” Pascal nodded, letting her continue, “But there’s one more card I made,” Pascal had counted before, his children hadn’t forgotten a single one of his teammates, he had no clue what that last card could be for. “because it’s important that they know they’re loved right?” she continued, “that’s a really important part of all of this. So,” she slowly pulled out a card from behind her back, “this one is for exactly that. Just because someone’s not queer or questioning, doesn’t mean they’re not important this month. It’s not the main focus of it, of course, but having allies is a big part of being able to be proud of who they are for some people. I wanted to thank you for that. I could have gotten some homophobic dad like some of my classmates, but I’m really, really glad I got you.”

She handed him the card she had made, similar to the collage of magazines but in black and white stripes with a rainbow A covering it. He couldn’t help the wetness that gathered in his eyes again. And here he had thought the emotional stuff wouldn’t be until the team arrived. He walked forward and hugged his oldest daughter. “Thank you so, so much,” he whispered, since he didn’t trust himself with anything else to come out anywhere close to evenly, “Thank you, ma petite. I am so proud to have you as my daughter. You’re the best children I could have ever asked for.”

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buckysforeverprincess · 5 years

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Speechless

Bucky Barnes x Reader, Steve Rogers

Words: 3464

Warnings: 1 bad language word, the rest is all fluff

A/N: Sorry it’s taken so long to write something. My brain has been fried but I’ve been trying and the only thing that has sparked me lately is songs. So this is a song fic. Speechless by Dan + Shay spiked something and I was able to crank out a one shot. Some of the things you’ll find in here come from real life, but sometimes that makes for the best stories. Please let me know what you think, and enjoy!

You say you'll be down in five

The smell of your perfume

Is floatin' down the stairs

You're fixin' up your hair like you do

Bucky stands in the living room waiting for her to come down the stairs. It’s date night, and he’s nervously biting at his bottom lip in anticipation of her joining him for an evening out and away from home.

“Relax, man.” Steve says from the couch watching his friend pace the carpet in front of the steps and holding a baby in his arms.

“Yeah, dad! Relax, it’s just mom!” The five-year-old sitting next to Steve says.

Bucky looks back to the couch and nods at his best friend, son, and six-month-old daughter, three of the most important people in his life. His number one is upstairs finishing up getting ready for their first night out since Bella was born, and even though the two of you have been married for seven years, he still gets nervous. No amount of time will ever change that.

I know that I'll be a mess

The second that I see you

You won't be surprised

It happens every time, It's nothin' new

“I’m coming!”

Bucky hears her voice yell from the bedroom and stops in place, looking up the stairs.

“How do I look?” She asks standing at the top and smiles down to Bucky, the soft pink dress hugging her chest and midsection perfectly and then flowing out and stopping just above her knees. She looks perfect, and all Bucky can do is gasp at just how beautiful she is. He’s rendered speechless, she does this to him every single time.

“You look amazing!” Steve says, noting his friend isn’t saying anything.

“Mom...you’re so pretty!” Five-year-old Grant exclaims and tries to get up from the couch but is stopped by Steve.

“Let daddy get mommy,” he whispers to his god son and ruffles the top of his head.

The child pouts but reluctantly agrees. “Fine! Go get her dad!”

She smiles down at Bucky and begins her descent to the main floor. His eyes never leave hers and he grins, his face saying everything his mouth can’t.

It's always on a night like tonight

I thank God you can read my mind

'Cause when you look at me with those eyes

I'm speechless

“Hey,” she says softly from the last step.

Bucky reaches out and grabs her hands and moves to her, standing face to face. “You look…,” he pauses and gazed down at her taking her in.

“It’s okay, right?” A worried frown appears, and she looks down at the dress covering her body.

“No!” Bucky finds his voice. “I mean-yes...you look absolutely amazing. Perfect.” He leans in and kisses her cheek and can smell the scent of her favorite perfume, a bit of nostalgia hits him, reminding him of their very first date.

“You guys should go.” Steve encourages from the couch watching his friends not making any progress out the door.

“Yes!” Bucky lets go of her hands and holds out his arm for her to take

“Have fun you two!”

“Bye, dad! Take good care of mom!” Grant yells after and then stuffs popcorn in his mouth.

“Be good for uncle Steve.” She looks back at the little boy.

“Go! I got this!” Steve chuckles, trying to shoo them out of the house.

“Night, Steve and thanks.” Bucky says at the door, opening it to let her through.

Starin' at you, standin' there, in that dress

What it's doin' to me, ain't a secret

'Cause watchin' you is all that I can do

And I'm speechless

“What?! Do I have something in my teeth?” She panics, Bucky staring at her from across the table.

He shakes his head with a smile, his eyes haven’t left her since they were seated. “No... nothing like that.”

“Then what?” She questions and leans in to the table.

Bucky bites at his bottom lip, a habit he does either when he’s nervous or when things are pretty steamy and heading in a different direction then they are right now. He can’t help it. Everything about her rattles him and all his senses go to shit. He wouldn’t change anything, though. Bucky loves the way she makes him feel like a teenage boy all over again. He’ll never get enough.

“You remember how we met?”

She smiles. “Yeah. It was Nat’s sixteenth birthday party and I had just moved into the neighborhood.”

Bucky grins at the memory. “You remember what I said?”

“I’ll never forget it! You said, ‘hello, want to see a picture of my cats?’” She begins to laugh at the recollection.

Bucky watches her laugh, entranced by the soft lines of her face. Her features all lit up making him feel warm inside, knowing even after all this time he’s the one that can bring this out of her.

“Not my finest pick up line.” He lowers his head with a smile.

She shrugs her shoulders. “We were teenagers. It could’ve been worse.”

You already know that you're my weakness

After all this time I'm just as nervous

Every time you walk into the room

I'm speechless

“What about our first date?” Bucky takes a bite of his steak and moans out loud.

“Sixteen-year-old me should’ve left you right then!”

Bucky takes a drink of his water and shrugs. “I didn’t know! I just wanted to take you to a movie. How was I supposed to know what it was about?”

“The Forbidden Kingdom?! It was quite possibly the worst movie I’ve ever seen!” She throws her cloth napkin at him playfully.

He catches it with a grin and sets it back on the table. “Cut me some slack, I was sixteen!”

“Baby…,” her face twists in a smirk, “any movie starring Jackie Chan and Jet Li is not first date material.”

“I was nervous! I just picked one!”

“As apparent by your choice of dress. Ripped jeans, a shirt that had holes in it and your worn-out track shoes. It screamed ‘lost cause’ and I have no idea why I still went with you.”

“Again nerves. Admit it, I got better after that.” He sits back in his chair, food long forgotten for the trip down memory lane.

“Oh, yeah! Second date...Speed Racer! There’s a reason why you don’t get to pick the movies anymore!”

They both laughed at his terrible choices in the beginning of their relationship.

“Okay, at least after eleven years my restaurant choices are still good. How’s your food?” He looks to her plate of chicken fried steak.

“You know it’s good. That’s why you brought me here.” She gleams up at him.

“It is the first restaurant I ever took you to.”

“And eleven years later, it’s still just as good.”

It started when you said hello

Just did something to me

And I've been in a daze

Ever since the day that we met

“What about high school graduation?”

The two of you are now walking around Central Park, basking in the post dinner glow.

“Hmmm…,” she hums with a smile, “you mean when you tripped and fell into me, ripping my gown?”

Bucky swallowed hard and nodded. “Yeah...you were just so beautiful, I lost all sense and sensibility. I’m surprised you didn’t break up with me then.”

“Eighteen-year-old me was in love with you. A little wardrobe mishap wasn’t going to change that.” She leans in and kisses his cheek.

After coming to his senses, he stood up, realizing he had just ruined the valedictorian’s graduation gown, blue eyes wide in fear. He had just ruined the single most important day of their high school lives, all because he wanted to give her a kiss before they walked on stage.

Even though she should’ve been angry and upset, she looked into his eyes with love and concern and asked ‘Are you okay? You’re not hurt, right?’ He turned to mush, words escaping him until he looked down at her gown.

“I-your gown!”

She looked down, taking in the ruined mess. “It’s just a shitty piece of fabric. I can’t believe our parents had to pay a small fortune for this!”

Bucky remembers her parents are out there in the crowd waiting for their valedictorian daughter to give a speech and she can’t do that in this gown. They’d never forgive him when they found out he was the cause and they’d never allow a klutz like him to every marry her when they’re older.

“Here!” He unzips his gown and takes off his cords. “Wear mine!”

She hesitates, but smiles, “You know it’ll be too big?”

“Yeah, but I’m not giving a speech. I can pull this off!” He points to her tattered gown

She stops and reaches out, touching his cheek. “I love you.”

Bucky hitches a breath and places his hand on top of hers. “I love you too. Always.”

“You looked amazing that day. Even after the gown fiasco.” He takes her hand in his as they continue to walk.

“James Buchanan Barnes has always been a nervous wreck. How do you even adult?” She jokes and squeezes his hand.

“With you by my side, I can do anything.”

You take the breath out of my lungs

Can't even fight it

And all of the words out of my mouth without even tryin'

And I'm speechless

There’s a street performer playing a saxophone and the two of you stop to listen. Bucky recognizes the song and smiles in her direction. “Dance with me.”

“I like this song.” She moves in close and he wraps his arm around her waist.

The saxophonist plays ‘Dream a Little Dream of Me’ by Louis Armstrong and the two of you get lost in the song, bodies swaying together in a circle.

“We haven’t done this in forever.”

“For as nervous as you’ve always been, I don’t understand how you can move steadily on the dance floor.”

Bucky spins you away from him and back in, your back now pressed to his front. “Because dancing doesn’t take words.”

“You’ve always been more confident with your dancing. Homecoming our junior year...that’s when I knew.”

He turns her around to face him. “Knew what?”

She grins up at him, her eyes shining in the evening sun. “That I’d always love you.”

Starin' at you, standin' there, in that dress

What it's doin' to me, ain't a secret

'Cause watchin' you is all that I can do

And I'm speechless

“Yummy!” She exclaims, taking a bite of her ice cream and licking her lips clean of the brownie turtle sundae.

Bucky decided he wanted to stop at an ice cream shop and cure his itching sweet tooth.

“That good, huh?” He softly laughs and digs into his own treat.

“I’m not going to find anything in my dessert, am I?”

“You know that was an accident, right? I have no idea how it got there, I actually thought I lost it!”

“Well, I’m happy it did. You might not have ever gained the courage to ask me to marry you otherwise.” She licks the caramel off her spoon.

“I was a dumb, nervous nineteen-year-old. I really had no idea how to propose.” He shakes his head. “Whenever I see you, I just lose all conscious thoughts.” Bucky admits, shoving more ice cream in his mouth.

“I will say, the ring in my apple cobbler was not I expected when I took that bite, but it was delicious and I loved that you added vanilla ice cream on top. It just sweetened the deal.”

Bucky laughs at the pun and licks his lips free of his sundae. “Sweet with an added kick. Just a small dose of vitamin d.” He jokes.

“Are diamonds vitamins?” You cock your head and ask.

“It might have been if you ingested it!”

“I seriously thought that was your plan, the ring in the food!”

Bucky shakes his head, “No! I thought I lost it. I had no idea it ended up in the cobbler, but I have a sneaking suspicion how it got there.”

“Steve,” she says simply.

“Steve,” he replies with a grin.

You already know that you're my weakness

After all this time I'm just as nervous

Every time you walk into the room

I'm speechless

Yeah, baby

The walk after the ice cream shop takes you past a group of women, one of them with a tiara on her head and a sash across her body, proclaiming she was the bride.

“Must be her bachelorette party.” Bucky looks back at the excited women yelling into the night air.

“Hmmm…,” she hums with a nod. “Tell me something. Since we happen to be taking a trip down memory lane, when you saw me in my wedding dress as I started to walk down the aisle...what were you thinking?”

Bucky stops in the middle of the sidewalk and gazed into her eyes. “That you were the most beautiful woman in the world and I’d do anything to make you happy.”

She smiles and grabs his hand, moving him out of the direct line of foot traffic and to a vacant bench just off the path. Sitting down, she reaches out and places his hand on his cheek and began to stroke it with her thumb.

“When I saw you in that tux, with that beautiful smile plastered on your face, I thought… ‘God! He’s the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen, how the hell is he in love with me?!’ And when my father stood next to you and hugged you and placed my hand in yours, the way he looked at you with respect and adoration… I knew, just like he did, that you’d never let me down. We’d spend the rest of our lives together, picking each other up, and loving one another until our last breath.”

A tear escapes Bucky’s eye and runs down his cheek. “You were so breathtaking, I fumbled our vows!”

She laughs and covers her mouth trying to hide her face.

“Oh, that’s funny, huh?” He grabs her hand and kisses it.

“It was,” she grins widely and brushes a loose strand of hair behind his ear. “You were so nervous, I could feel you shaking through your hands.”

“Marrying the love of your life tends to make one that way, especially when their bride to be is as stunningly beautiful as you.” Bucky leans in and kisses her lips softly.

“See, that’s the pickup line you should’ve went with. I would’ve been putty in your hands!”

“I recall me showing you a picture of my fat cats worked.” He smirks and then laughs.

“Those weren’t cats...they were aliens or giant rats, even! They were ginormous!”

“It got you to talk to me, though.”

“I always thought James Barnes was smoother than that.” She kids and gently pushes his shoulder.

“When it comes to you, my game has always been off.”

It's always on a night like tonight

I thank God you can read my mind

'Cause when you look at me with those eyes

I'm speechless

“Why did you decide on the vasectomy?”

Bucky takes his eyes off the road and glances at her sitting in the passenger seat. “Because if we had another child, we could possibly lose you.” He reaches out and puts his hand on top of yours. “That’s not a risk I’m willing to take.”

She nods and looks out the window watching the scenery change as he drives. “We got lucky...having one of each.”

Bucky smiles and stops at the red light, turning to face her. “We did, and I wouldn’t change them for anything. I never thought I’d be a good dad, ya know?”

“Yeah? Why’s that?” She looks back in his direction.

“I remember you telling me when you were pregnant for Grant. I stared at you, my mouth wide open, gasping for air like a fish without water.”

“I thought for sure you going to bolt!”

Bucky chuckles. “Proof, you constantly render me speechless. But seriously, I was terrified! I wondered how in the hell I was going to help raise a child when I was barely holding it together myself.”

“I think you’ve done a pretty awesome job, so far.” She squeezes his hand with a smile.

“Because of you.”

She rolls her eyes and shakes her head. “Agree to disagree.”

Bucky sighs heavily and starts to drive off towards home. “When Grant came and they placed him in my arms, I almost dropped him.” He winces at the memory. “He was so small and perfect, I felt like I’d never live up to be a good enough father, but you looked at me with your tired eyes and I could see just how much you loved both of us. It was at that moment I knew I could do it and I wouldn’t let either of you down.”

“And now we have Bella.”

Bucky nods. “We do. Our family is complete.”

“Guess it kind of has to be.”

He scrunched his face and swallows hard. “It was hard to watch everything that came along with her birth. The preeclampsia, the emergency c-section, your heart rate getting dangerously low, then finding out about what labor and delivery did to your heart. I made a decision, so you didn’t have too, and I don’t regret making it.”

She sighs, “I know, and I appreciate it. Don’t ever think I don’t. My only concern was what if something did happen to me? I’d want you to move on, have a second chance at a family. I wish you wouldn’t have made that sacrifice.”

“You and the kids are the only family I’ll ever want. And worst case scenario and I lose you, I’m not going to put myself out there and if I do find someone, she will have to accept that I don’t want any more children.”

A tear falls from her eye and she reaches out and strokes his cheek, “Any woman would be happy to have you.”

“You’re the only one I’ll ever want.”

You're standin' there in that dress

Girl, it ain't a secret

'Cause watchin' you is all that I can do

Ooh ooh, I'm speechless

“I want to thank you for tonight.” She says on the doorstep of their home. “It was nice to get out of the house and actually have a night away from the kids.”

“The stroll down memory lane wasn’t bad either.”

They stand there looking at each other, both smiling like teenagers saying goodnight after a first date.

“I know-“

“I don’t-“

The laughing starts, both trying to speak at the same time cutting each other off.

“You first.” Bucky stops laughing long enough to say.

She nods and inhales and breath, letting it out and relaxing herself. “I know we don’t get to do this very often, but I feel like we need to. It’s time to make more memories. Just in case.”

Bucky swallows hard. “I don’t want this night to end, and you’re right. We need to make a habit of this. More time for us.”

“Maybe we should hire Steve to be our live-in babysitter?” She suggests.

“Only if you pay me well enough!” The voice comes through the other side of the door.

“Clearly he’s been listening the entire time.” Bucky shakes his head.

“Probably been there since we pulled in the driveway, waiting for us.”

“Sounds like a Steve thing.”

“He’s your best friend.” She reminds him.

“Worst decision ever!” Bucky jokes, leaning into the door so his best friend can hear him.

“Thank god, it’s that’s the only worst one you’ve ever made.”

He steps in closer and wraps his arms around her waist. “Thanks for loving me these past eleven years.”

“Thanks for being the best boyfriend, fiancé, husband, and father a woman could ever ask for. You’ve done good, James Barnes. I think I’ll keep you.”

Bucky leans in and softly kisses her lips. “I’m all yours. No one else would be able to handle me.”

“That’s for damn sure!” Steve says once again.

“Okay, let’s get inside and get him out of here!”

“By the way…,” Bucky says as he opens the door, “he’s coming back next Saturday. We’re going out again.”

“Maybe he’ll slip another piece of jewelry in my dessert.”

“Guess I should go buy you something new and shiny!”

“Ooh, one of those bracelets with the charms, I’d like one of those!” Her face lights up, shinning in the moonlight.

“…anything for you.”

“I love you, James Barnes.”

“I love you, too.”

You already know that you're my weakness

After all this time I'm just as nervous

Every time you walk into the room

I'm speechless

Oh, you know it baby

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idontgiveaflyinggrayson69 · 5 years

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Stanley Cup Champion

Author: Nat / @idontgiveaflyinggrayson69

Requested: Nope, I just have feelings

Tagging: @aw-hawkeye @caswinchester2000 @butcanijustnot @glitterquadricon @hotnhlplayers

Fandom: NHL

Relationship: Established; Colton Parayko x Reader

Summary: “They were thirty seconds away from having their names on the Stanley Cup and you couldn’t breathe. The time was running out and the Bruins were just throwing everything at the net. Ten seconds on the clock and the puck was cleared. Five seconds and they started to clear the bench.” Or the one where the Blues win the Cup and Colton and the Reader celebrate.

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: Smut. Unprotected sex (wrap it up kids)

It was game seven of the Stanley Cup finals in Boston. To say you were nervous was an understatement. You wanted the Blues to win, you wanted Coltonto win. They had fought so hard for this in the last couple months.

You, like all of St Louis, wanted them to win game six, to win their first Cup on home ice, but that didn’t happen. Instead it was a total blow out and to say the team was devastated would be an understatement. Colton was heart broken, and you had to reassured him that it wasn’t over, that they could do it in Boston.

Colton shook his head as he walked out of the locker room and straight to you, pulling you into a hug. He didn’t say anything, just held you tightly and leaned down to press his face into your neck.

“Colt…” You whispered.

“Don’t,” he shook his head. “We could have… I… I should have been better.”

It was your turn to shake your head and you pulled back from the hug to look at him and brought your hand up to cup his cheek, his beard rough against your skin. “Don’t say that. You don’t get to say that. You did great and you’re going to get them in Boston, okay?”

Colton shrugged. “Yeah, we’ll get them in Boston.”

He didn’t sound convinced and you frowned and took his hand into your own. “Let’s go home, cuddle. I’ll let you be the big spoon.”

That got Colton to laugh and he pulled his hand pulling away from yours so he could wrap it around your waist and pull you to his side. “I’m always the big spoon.”

You smiled and leaned into him. “That’s because you’re a big teddy bear.”

He smiled and leaned down to press a kiss to your temple. “Don’t tell Boston that.”

The Blues were in last place in the beginning of January and then they turned it around. People didn’t think they could beat Winnipeg, they nearly lost to Dallas and San Jose was a hard fought battle, but none of those compared to Boston.

Boston. One of the hardest teams in the league, one of the most painfulteams in the league. But the Blues fought hard and, sure, they would have loved to win game six, it wasn’t over. They beat Dallas in game seven double overtime and if it took another double overtime to win, then so be it.

Now, you went to pretty much all of Colton’s home games and every single home playoff game and you were there in Boston for game seven, and you could say without a shadow of a doubt that you had never felt as much stress or excitement as you did during that game. Not once did the arena quiet or settle down. Not once.

And you were sitting with the other wives and girlfriends, all of you holding your breath, scared to breathe, to move.

Boston, much like St Louis, was playing like their lives depended on it, because they did. It was do or die, sink or swim, and the Bruins weren’t going to go out easy. Not even after the two goals in the first.

When O’Reilly scored the first goal, you screamed. When Pietrangelo scored you screamed harder. Going into the second leading 2-0 felt good, but you knew without a shadow of a doubt that the game was far from over.

And you were right, because even though the score stayed the same going into the third, the game was an all out war and your heart was in your throat. The Blues, Colton, were just twenty minutes of play away from the Stanley Cup.

And then Schenn scored. And then Sanford. And 2-0 became 4-0 with less than five minutes left and you the arena got quiet real fast. Your heart only beat harder.

Boston pulled their goalie with four minutes left in the game and all of St Louis was holding their breath. They were just minutes away from the Stanley Cup going to St Louis for the first time in history.

And then Gzrelcyk scored with just over two minutes left and ruined Binnington’s shutout, but three goals in two minutes was next to impossible, so it didn’t faze you.

The seconds ticked down and players did everything they could to preserve their lead, throwing themselves to block shots and throwing the puck down ice any chance they could.

Thirty seconds.

They were thirty seconds away from having their names on the Stanley Cup and you couldn’t breathe. The time was running out and Boston was just throwing everything at the net. Ten seconds on the clock and the puck was cleared.

Five seconds left and the Blues players started jumping onto the ice, throwing their gloves, sticks and helmets everywhere, swarming the net, swarming Binnington.

You knew you were crying, but you also couldn’t stop smiling and all the wives and girlfriends started hugging each other.

They had done it. Coltondid it. The Blues had won the Stanley Cup.

Everything after that became a bit of a blur. Everyone was high on adrenaline (and drunk on a lot of champagne).

The Conn Smythe was presented to O’Rielly and you weren’t shocked in the slightest. But, you, like everyone around you, just wanted the other trophy to be presented. And then the Cup waspresented and Pietrangelo accepted it, raising it above his head proudly and you felt your eyes water once again.

You stayed standing in the suite as you watched as the Cup was passed around to all the players and finally to Colton. You watched, your eyes watering again, as he raised the Stanley Cup. He deserved it. He was one of the best defenceman in the league and now he had the elusive silver chalice of his dreams.

Once all the players got to raise the Cup and it was passed to the coaching and training staff, you and the over wives and girlfriends and kids made your way to the ice to be with them.

You didn’t think it was possible, but Colton’s smile widened when he saw you step onto the ice and you made your way over to him as quickly as you could and he skated towards you. As soon as he reached you, he wrapped his arms around you and picked you up, spinning you around before setting you back down and bending down to kiss you.

The kiss was a bit awkward because he was already so tall and he was on skates, but it was perfect. He pulled back after a minute, his hands staying on your hips. You gripped his jersey and just shook your head in disbelief.

“You did it.” You said and brought your hands up to cup his cheek.

“It hasn’t sunk in yet.” He whispered as he leaned into your touch.

You chuckled. “It will. I’m so proud of you, you have no idea.”

Colton shook his head. “I don’t even have words right now.”

Your smile softened and you went onto your tippy toes to reach him on his skates and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “I know, and you don’t have to. Just enjoy this moment, you’ve earned it.”

He nodded and leaned down to press a soft kiss to your lips. “I love you so much.” He whispered when he pulled back.

“I love you more.” You replied, cupping his cheeks again.

“I love you most.” He said without missing a beat.

You laughed and brought your hand up to tug gently at his hat. “Go party with your teammates, Stanley Cup Champion.”

Colton nodded and pressed another kiss to your lips before skating back into the mess of the celebration.

When you got back to St Louis, both of you were pretty tipsy, but also still high on the win. Colton wasted no time. He won the cup, he partied with the Cup and the team and now he wanted you. He walked you slowly back into the house, stalking you like you were his prey and you loved every minute of it. You felt your back hit the kitchen counter and you bit your lip.

He stepped forwards so that his chest was against yours and pressed his lips to yours before pressing himself against you fully. You sighed into the kiss and wrapped your arms around his neck. Colton ran his tongue against your lip as he gripped your hips tightly. You opened your mouth to give him access and hooked your leg around his waist, pulling him closer. Colton slipped his tongue into your mouth and ran his hand down your leg, holding your thigh while rocking against you.

You moaned against his lips and pulled away to look at him. “Colton, please.”

Colton nodded and grabbed your ass and lifting you onto the counter and spreading your legs to stand between them. “I know, Princess.”

He hovered his lips over yours with a smirk causing you to grab the back of his head, closing the distance between the two of you with a rough kiss. You pulled back after a moment.

“Take me to bed.” You whispered against his lips, before lightly biting his bottom lip and running your fingers down his back through his shirt before moving to begin undoing the small number of his shirt buttons that were still buttoned up. Leaving the arena, a lot of players, like Colton, were only partly dressed.

Colton’s eyes darkened at your action and he let you undo all of his buttons before shrugging off the shirt and tossing it aside somewhere on the floor. He usually wasn’t like that, he cared about his suits, hell, he was the guy that folded towels while on the bench during the game, but right then they didn’t matter. All that mattered was you.

Colton pressed himself closer to you, slowly running his hands up your thighs, going in for another kiss. You kissed him roughly, pulling back to lightly take his bottom lip between your teeth. Colton groaned and pulled back enough to pull your shirt over your head and toss it aside. His eyes ran across your chest and he bit his lip before his fingers found their place at the waistband of your pants.

Colton didn’t waste any time pushing them down and you pushed yourself up as best you could so that he could pull your them off you. Your pants joined the growing pile of clothes on the kitchen floor, leaving you sitting on the kitchen counter in your bra and panties.

Colton smirked and stepped back in between your legs, his chest pressed back up against yours as his fingers played with the waistband of the lace panties you were wearing. “I’m not gonna lie, I don’t know if I can wait to get you into bed.”

You bit your lip and moved your hands up his back to his neck. “I was planning on riding you tonight, but...if you would rather fuck me right here on the table, I certainly not going to complain.” You whispered, tilting your head back slightly.

Colton groaned. “Fuck, Baby, you can't say shit like that.” Colton whispered and pressed his lips to yours roughly, his hands running up your back to the clasp of your bra.

You whined into the kiss and Colton easily undid your bra, tossing it aside before bringing his hands around to cup your breasts, causing him to groan into your lips. Colton pinched your nipples, making you gasp and arch into him. Colton smirked into the kiss and used your gasp to slip his tongue into your mouth. You moaned and slid your fingers into his hair, pulling him closer.

Colton rolled your nipples a few times, enjoying the sound it invoked from you. Then Colton slid his hands back down to your thighs, picking you up. You broke the kiss in surprise, gripping his shoulders and wrapping your legs around his waist.

“Colton—“

“I think I want to take you to bed after all.” Colton cut you off, leaning forwards to press more open mouth kisses down your throat as he began to head to your room.

You laughed and tightened yourself around him. “Sounds good to me, you deserve to be properly taken care of, Stanley Cup Champion.” You mumbled as Colton began to suck a mark onto your neck.

“Yeah?” Colton replied after he finished with the mark. Colton kissed the mark before pressing his lips back to yours.

You moved your hands from his shoulders to his hair, pulling back from the kiss to whisper in his ear, “most definitely.”

Colton crossed the threshold of his room and smirked mischievously before dropping you down on the bed. Colton stopped to admire you for a second before crawling onto the bed and hovering above you. “You're so fucking beautiful.” Colton whispered before kissing down your neck to your chest.

“You're the one that's supposed to be getting pampered.” You replied, arching into Colton’s lips.

“Trust me, I am very much enjoying myself right now.” Colton whispered against your skin. He grabbed one of your hands and brought it down to cup the front of his pants where you could feel how hard he was. Once you got a feel, he gripped the waist band of your panties, pulling them off and throwing them aside.

You smirked before flipping the two of you over. “Still, you played hard tonight, you should just sit back and let me take care of you.”

Colton sat up quickly, hovering his lips over yours. “Maybe I will.”

You pushed him back down roughly. “Oh, you definitely will.”

You began to grind down on him causing Colton to groan loudly, tightening his grip on your waist enough to leave slight bruises.

“Fuck, Baby.” Colton sat back up and crashed his lips to yours, flipping the two of you over once again. Colton pulled back from the kiss and stepped off the bed before pulling you down to the foot of the bed by your calves, spreading your legs open. Colton got down on his knees so that he was closer to your core and started to kiss down your inner thighs.

“Colton...” You started to breathe heavier with anticipation.

“What baby? Tell me what you need.” Colton softly blew air against your core, looking up your body to your face, searching for a reaction.

You bucked your hips up with a gasp. “Colton!” You put your hands in his hair and tried to push him down. You thought he would be way to drunk for anything like this, but it wasColton. He was big and he wasn’t as much of a partier as some of the guys, so maybe he didn’t drink as much, and it wasjust bubbly and beer. Either way, it was torture.

With one last smirk, Colton went for your clit, circling his tongue around the sensitive bud and teasing your entrance with one of his fingers.

Your legs tightened around his head in pleasure. Colton used his hands to spread your legs back apart and continued to circle his tongue around your clit, this time inserting a finger into your entrance. “You're so tight, Princess. Fuck.”

“Fuck, Colton. More. I need more.” You whined, grinding down on his finger in search for more.

Colton listened to you and inserted another finger, curling them upwards while giving kitten licks to your clit. You moaned loudly, your back arching. Colton smirked against your core. You wereglad he was sober enough for foreplay because taking Colton without any would hurt.

“Yes,” you moaned loudly. “Fuck, Colton, yes.”

“You're so wet for me, Baby. God, you taste so good.” Colton groaned into you, sending a vibration up your core.

You shivered, tightening your legs around him with a moan. “Don’t stop.”

Colton felt you beginning to clench around his fingers, causing him to increase his pace further. “C'mon, Baby.”

You felt your stomach start to tighten and your legs started to tremble. “So close. Colton, I’m so close.” You moaned, throwing your head back against the pillow.

“Cum for me, show me how good I make you feel.” Colton murmured into you.

You nodded your head and bit your lip. “Fuck, I’m gon—“ You couldn’t finish your sentence as your orgasm hit you causing your back arch with a loud moan.

Colton lapped up all your juices, working you through your orgasm before hovering over you and giving you a hard kiss. “That's the hottest thing I've ever seen.”

You kissed him back messily. “You’re the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

Colton smirked down at you, “I guess we’re a good match, huh?”

You leaned up to kiss him again, and then kissed along his jaw before you flipped the two of you over again. You ran your finger down his chest to rest at the belt of his pants. You looked up at him and saw him biting his lip. You undid the belt before undoing his pants as quick as you could.

It was a bit awkward to get his pants and underwear off his legs, but you managed and tossed them onto the floor before moving back up to straddle his hips, smirking down at him. You reached down between your bodies and stroked him lightly, causing Colton to groan softly and bite his lip, his hand moving to touch your calf.

Feeling Colton’s hand on you, you bit your lip and Colton moved his hands up to grip your hips. You couldn’t help the shiver that ran through your body. You lifted yourself up slightly before lining him up with your entrance. “Ready, baby?”

Colton didn’t reply, but instead he pulled you down onto him, biting his lip to control himself. You, on the other hand, couldn’t help but cry out, closing your eyes and digging your nails into his chest, both out of surprise and pleasure.

Colton let out a shaky breath and tightened his grip on your hips, keeping both of you still while you took a second to adjust. Then you lifted your hips slightly and moaned at the feeling, your nails once again digging into Colton’s chest.

Colton groaned at your action and brought one of his hands up to your chest. You leaned into his touch before starting a sturdy rhythm. Colton groaned into the kiss and pinched your nipples. You continued with a few more slow bounces before picking up your pace. “Fuck, Colton.”

Colton moved his hands to your hips, helping you keep your rhythm. “You look so beautiful right now, (Y/N), fuck.”

You moaned in response. “You feel so good, too, baby, I—Fuck.”

Colton sat up, keeping his hands on your lower back. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and continued your rhythm as Colton crashed his lips onto yours. You moaned into the kiss and tangled your fingers into his hair. Colton pulled back from the kiss after a few moments.

“You’re taking me so good.” Colton said, his voice low.

You whimpered in response but nodded and dug your nails further into his shoulder, causing Colton to groan and lean forwards to bite your neck gently. You moaned at Colton’s actions and moved your head to the side to give him more room. Colton smirked and began sucking another mark on your neck before moving one of his hands down between the two of you to gently rub your clit.

“OH!” You shouted, scratching roughly down Colton's shoulders at the contact. “I can't, Colton!”

Colton groaned into your neck. “Then cum for me, Princess.”

You nuzzled into his neck, closing your eyes and letting go with a loud moan of his name. Colton gently rubbed you through your orgasm, his other hand roughly gripping your hips, stopping your movements. Colton groaned once again at your clenching. “Fuck, Princess, you’re doing so good for me.”

You hugged him tightly as you tried to control your breathing. Colton ran his hands down your back as he tried to sooth you. “You’re okay, I got you.”

“I want you to fill me up so good...” You whispered against his shoulder before pressing a kiss to his skin.

Colton gave you a lopsided smile, even though you couldn’t see it. “Can you handle it?”

You nodded and wrapped your arms around his neck with a smirk. “You know I can.”

Colton smirked and nodded and rolled the two of you over so he was on top before slowly thrusting into you, wrapping one of your legs around his waist. “You feel so good, (Y/N).”

You moaned and kissed him forcefully. Colton kissed you back and braced himself on his arms by your head before picking up his pace, thrusting into you quickly and roughly.

“COLTON!” You shouted, gripping the sheets tightly.

Colton groaned slowly. “I’m getting close, Princess.”

You whimpered in acknowledgment and gripped the sheets tighter. Colton thrusted a few more times before he started to get sloppy and lose his rhythm. “You feel so goddamn good around me, Princess.”

You lifted your hips up to meet his thrusts. “Cum, Colton, fill me up.”

Colton groaned loudly and dropped some of his weight onto you before nodding, thrusting a few more times before cumming deep inside you with a groan of your name. “Fuck, (Y/N).”

You released the sheets before kissing Colton’s forehead and encouraging him to rest more of his weight onto you. The two of you stayed like that for a few moments before you spoke. “Congratulations, baby.”

Colton pushed himself up enough to kiss you, but the kiss didn’t last long since he couldn’t stop smiling. “I still can’t believe we did it.”

You smiled softly and brought your hands up to brush his hair back. “I’m so proud of you, you have no idea.”

Colton laughed and moved to pull out, but you moved a hand down to his shoulders, holding him tightly so he couldn’t move. “Go easywhen you pull out, okay?”

Colton chuckled softly but nodded. “I will pull out as gently as I can.”

You gave him a playful smile. “Don't laugh! I'm sensitive...”

“I know...” Colton whispered and kissed along your jaw. “I’m going to pull out now, alright?”

You bit your lip and nodded. Colton slowly pulled out before lying beside you and pulling you to his chest. You winced softly but relaxed into him, resting your head on his chest. Colton wrapped his arm around you and gently rubbed your back.

“Get some sleep, you certainly deserve it, and the more sleep you get, the more tomorrow you will be thankful.” You whispered against his chest.

Colton nodded and pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “I love you so much.” Colton whispered.

“I love you more.” You whispered back.

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writemarvelousthings · 5 years

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Motivate

PAIRING - Bucky Barnes x Reader

WORD COUNT- 2.7K

WARNINGS- Swearing, Smut, (do not read if you are under 18) mentions of human trafficking.

AN - Ya girl is back with another fic inspired by a Little Mix song, at this rate I’m going to be writing fics based on songs from the whole album. This pure sin fic was inspired by Motivate which I highly recommend you listen to HERE! Enjoy everyone! Also a big big thank you to @bucky-plums-barnes for legitimately keeping me motivated to write this fic. The irony is not lost on me haha!

GIF not mine

“Sweet baby Jesus, can he not?” You grumbled under your breath as you came up from what felt like your one hundredth sit up. Wanda let out a snort of amusement as she followed your eye line. James Buchanan Barnes was making it his mission to ruin and torture your life. That you were sure of. Strutting into the gym in an obviously too tight black shirt and low hanging grey shorts he looked like sin personified. And you were ready to throw all your morals out of the window.

“He’s just walking” Wanda reasoned as she held your feet, your muscles burned as you reluctantly did another rep.

“Yeah, well can he not be so distracting when he does” Wanda rolled her eyes, signalling that your push-ups were over.

“Looking good Ladies” Bucky flashed you that one thousand watt smile as he picked up the heaviest dumbbells like it weighed nothing, your mind raced of what it would feel being held in his arms.

“You’re staring again” Wanda pointed out as you slowly stood, stretching your arms above your head as you went. You pointedly ignore her as you crossed the gym, grasping for your water bottle your movements were stopped by the sound of your name followed by Buckys. Turning you saw Steve at the doorway, his eyebrows pinched slightly.

“Debriefing room five minutes, something just came through about Mendoza” Your eyes flicked to Bucky, he looked thunderous. Sergio Mendoza was a known human trafficker and a case Bucky had been trailing ever since he had arrived from Wakanda. This should be fun.

“There’s been a lead, apparently Mendoza is going to be hosting a very grand and expensive gathering, at the Met” Steve pulled up the relevant files, you felt your skin prickle at the thought of this bastard out there flaunting how he got his wealth and position in the world.

“How do you want us to play this?” Bucky’s voice was low, his black and gold arm reflecting the light almost distracting you from the mission ahead of you. Almost.

“We want you two to pose as a new money couple from Europe. Tony’s got all the equipment ready for you to use. We just need evidence that Mendoza is the leader of the trafficking ring and then we can pull him in. He likes to collect buyers as well” Steve’s face was grim as you made a noise of disgust.

“Anyone who attends this fucking shit show deserves to rot in hell” You threw the file down on the table in disgust, Bucky’s eyes flick to you in murderous agreement.

“Both of you suit up, the town car leaves at eighteen hundred sharp”

“Now you remember the basics?” Natasha handed you your earpiece, smoothing a flyaway hair from the perfect curls she had created on your head.

“Act with cool indifference, make small talk. Press for information when appropriate, I know Nat. This ain't my first rodeo” You smirk as Nat rolls her eyes.

“Alright smart ass, now turn. Let me get one last look at you” rolling your eyes you spin as elegantly as you can in the red-soled Louis Vuitton’s. The maroon silk skirt of the dress flared out around your legs. The high slit up your right leg paired with the black bodice of the dress left little to the imagination.

“You look stunning” The deep baritone voice definitely didn't belong to Natasha, turning around you gulp at the sight of Bucky, the fucker was in an all black suit. A red pocket square the only source of colour on his body. His long hair was half pulled back, leaving the ends grazing against the top of his shoulders. Swallowing was suddenly a very difficult bodily function to do.

“You’re not breathing” Natasha smoky voice was in your ear and you let our a rush of air you hadn't realised you were holding.

“You scrub up well Barnes” Nat grinned at Bucky who rolled his eyes pointedly ignoring the redhead’s knowing look between the two of you.

“Let’s go doll” the innocent nickname had your stomach doing backflips, taking his flesh arm that was offered to you, you let him lead you to the sleek black town car.

The smell of rich leather and the deep woodsy scent of Bucky’s cologne made your head spinning, you knee bounces on the spot out of habit as you watched the scenery fly by you. The sound of your voice causes your head to turn and suddenly you found yourself drowning in blue-grey eyes.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, just hope we can get this fucker” Bucky nods, his eyes flicking down your body. There was a dark look that passed over his face as his lips up turned into a small smirk.

“You really do look stunning sugar, it’s going to be hard to concentrate” feeling a sudden rush of confidence you lean in slightly. You and Bucky had always played this game, toying and flirting shamelessly. But never acting on it, always skirting around the thick sexual tension that followed the two of you around.

“You look very handsome, I think I’ll have my hands full keeping any bored rich housewife away from you” you purred, batting your eyelashes. You felt a shiver of pride as a low rumble emitted from the man in front of you.

“I’d like to see any of them try and get past you, I’m glad to see I motivate you this much doll. Makes a man’s mind race” You feel the momentum of the car slow slightly, flitting your fingers across his thigh you pull you red painted lips across your teeth in a sly grin.

“You motivate me in a lot of way James, maybe I’ll show you later” pulling away from him you swear you hear a soft wine mixed with a groan as Bucky shakes his head looking at you with predatory amusement.

“Oh doll, you’ve got no idea what you’ve got yourself in for” Throwing open the door, Bucky slides out with enviable grace. You sit back for a moment, chest heaving as your mind races at the possibilities before an extended hand appears before you and you slip on the mask you had trained most of your life to perfect. First, you had a job to do.

The loud crash of the room practically swinging off its hinges barely registers in your mind, all you can focus on are the large warm and cool hands roaming every inch of your body they can find. Every touch and kiss you matched with equal enthusiasm, James Barnes defiantly had you hooked. All he had to do was look at you once you had stepped out of the car and you caved.

“Do you know how difficult you made tonight for me?” The low growl almost made your knees buckle, combined with Bucky pressing his body against your effectively pinning you to the wall you were sure you’d have melted into the floor. The motion brought back something from your subconscious that made your heart pound.

“Entering the building now” you murmured knowing Steve and Natasha could hear you observation, gripping Bucky’s arm as he leads you up the steps to the Met. The room was grand and slightly overdone for your tastes but you had bigger issues to worry about.

“Any sign of him?” you direct your question to the brunette who shakes his head.

“Not yet, but I’m sure he’ll appear soon enough” nodding you allow Bucky to lead you around the crowd. You were too busy scanning the area as Bucky suddenly pulled you off to the side, his body pressing up against yours as his head dipped down to your neck.

“What the hell are you doing?” You hiss into his ear, your hands gripping the lapels of his jacket ready to fling him off you.

“Target at three o’clock” turning your head you find yourself looking directly into the eyes of the target who looks you up and down and smiles.

“Didn’t realise I had that effect on you James” leaving hot open mouth kisses to his neck you were rewarded with the roll of his hips against your thigh. Bucky’s hands found yours holding them up above your head as he pressed his lips against yours. The slight scratch of his stubble only added to the delicious danger of the whole situation.

“Making that scum rat of a human drool all over you, putting his hands on what's mine”

“What’s yours?” you choked on your own words as Bucky kicked your legs out with his foot, his body impossibly close to you it felt like you were one person. His hot breath fanned over your face, it smelt like whiskey and something that could only be described as Bucky only made you ache for more.

“That’s right darlin, mine. You’re mine” If you had known how hot it was to see Bucky so riled up you would have asked Steve to pair you on more undercover missions sooner.

You let out a fake bark of laughter as you sat at the bar, the target hanging off your every word. It was almost too easy to lure him in, desperate and rich. It almost made you gag thinking about what this man was doing behind closed doors. Before you could think too much about punching the man’s teeth in a large hand on the small of your waist made you refocus.

“Who’s your new friend Darlin?” the nickname made your stomach flip for the second time tonight, leaning back into his touch you smile at him. Watching as Bucky ordered a scotch you leaned up to kiss his jaw. You didn't miss the dark look that passed over his eyes as he smirked down at you.

“This is our lovely host for the evening baby, this is my fiance” you the two men who shook hands smiling politely at each other. It was way too easy.

“Bucky” you didn’t realise how desperate you were for him until you heard the needy pitch in your voice.

“Yeah sugar?”

“Fuck me… please” the dark wicked grin that bloomed across Bucky’s features sent shivers of pleasure down to your spine to your aching core. You didn’t wait for his answer before you lunged for him, you knew he could overpower you in a second but he let your momentum move you from the wall stumbling into the middle of the room. Your legs wrapped around his waist as his hands palmed your ass causing you to moan hot and heavily into his mouth, fingers ripped at fabric in desperate need to feel his skin against yours. To somehow feel closer than humanly possible. Cool air flowed suddenly around you as your world titled as Bucky lay you out on the bed, clad only in your bra and panties the look on Bucky's face as his eyes roamed your body was animalistic.

“So fuckin beautiful” in one fluid moment that you barely had time to register he threw your panties far across the room leaving you open. Your whole body felt like an exposed nerve, the anticipation building in your chest as you gazed up at Bucky. He inched closer and closer to your core, blowing hot air across your skin you jerked upwards. A giggle pearling from your lips as you whined out his name. He hushed you gently as he settled down between your legs.

“Let me see what other pretty noises I can motivate from those lips” the sharp witty comment that sprung to your mind as a comeback died on your tongue as Bucky flicked his across your clit. You moaned and writhed under his ministrations, large hands held your hips keeping you in place as your right hand held his locks in a vice grip. Not that Bucky was planning on leaving his current position, sucking your clit into his mouth he moaned around the sensitive bud. The motion caused you to cry out, arching your back as you felt the pleasure shoot right to the base of your spine.

“Holy shit... Buck... James..” you tried to warn him of what was about to happen but like he has a sixth sense to the female orgasm he only increased his movements. Moaning and licking like a man starved, diving right into the ocean with no regrets. Colour burst behind your eyelids as you felt your soul explode into a million fragments before being pieced back together by the sound of Bucky’s moan as he lapped up all you had to offer him.

“Mmm, now that..might be my favourite sight in the world” Bucky growled as he crawled back up your blushing body, pulling down one of your bra straps to kiss the soft skin of your shoulder.

“How about we see what else you can do sugar?” you laughed, glancing at the clock.

“It’s already two am, Steve will want us at the debriefing early tomorrow”

“Baby, we’ve just begun” You bite your lip as Bucky lines himself up at your entrance, the coolness of his metal hand on your sternum grounds you as you feel the air leave your lungs. The feel of Bucky pushing inside you was something you were never going to forget in a hurry, he was thick and pushed you to your limits. The slight burning made you whine gasping for breath as Bucky kissed you sweetly swallowing your moans.

“I got ya darlin, I got ya” the thick Brooklyn accent was in full swing causing your pleasure-fogged brain to beg for more.

“Move… please... James. I need more” your fingers clawed at his back, desperate to get any purchase, your pleas were met as Bucky finally moved. Long slow thrusts had you mewling, your fingers roamed up to his chestnut locks. Holding firmly you tug his head back exposing his neck as you latch your lips to his salty skin, your ministrations we’re rewarded with a low growl and a snap of his hips punching the air out of you.

“So. Fucking. Tight” Bucky grunts with every thrust, the force causes you to move up the bed taking one had out of his hair to grip the headboard steadying yourself. Your skin feels like it’s on fire, the feeling of Bucky thrusting hitting your g-spot repeatedly makes your toes curl up in anticipation.

“Bucky… ‘m close” was all you could manage as a warning, closing your eyes you feel Bucky's hand cup your cheek tilting your head down slightly.

“Look at me” his voice was low and left no room for disobedience, your eyes snapped open. You could feel your body hanging just on the edge, desperate for one last push.

“Cum” and there it was, with a loud wail you cum, back arching up into Bucky’s chest you momentarily forget to breathe. Your second orgasm of the night sets off Buckys, with a roar and three final thrusts he spills into you, his hips roll against yours lazily as he drops his head to your shoulder kissing any inch of skin he can reach. You weren’t sure how long you lay like that, your fingers gently caressing every inch of Bucky’s back. Committing every dip and curve to memory, eventually, Bucky slipped out of you causing both of you groaning at the loss of each other. Rolling onto his back Bucky grinned up at the ceiling reaching out to pull you flush against his side. You rest your head on his shoulder, looking up at him. You never did notice the specks of grey in his beard.

“You’re really pretty” your word vomit causes Bucky to laugh richly, kissing your temple as he rubs your lower back with his vibranium hand.

“Nah I’m not doll, you’re the pretty one” smiling into his shoulder you press a kiss to the scar tissue around the metal appendage. Your eyes rake over his features, faint scars litter his face but to you, it was like he was carved from Greek marble. Perfect in every way. You were definitely catching feelings for James Buchanan Barnes and it made your heart sing.

“Hey Buck?” the faint sound of Bucky humming in response made you smile as your hand splayed over his lower stomach.

“Do you think we could do that again?” Bucky cracks an eye open looking down at you.

“Babydoll, if you think I’m letting you do that with anyone else your mistaken”

“I guess I’ll just have to keep you motivated then”

The way that he touch me, no, I can't get enough He keeping me up all night long He motivate me, yeah, that's my baby He really hit me with my body talk

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lemonsandstrawberries · 5 years

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Chocolate Fondue

fandom: Stony (Steve x Tony), side of Bruclintasha (Bruce x Natasha x Clint) and WinterFalcon (Bucky x Sam), MCU

summary: Some things are stronger than super soldiers. Whenever Steve hears the word 'fondue', Tony has to find a seemingly secluded place for some private time.

length: 1 549 words

a/n: inspired by this prompt! hope you like it ;D reblogs, comments and likes are needed and welcomed!

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Chocolate Fondue

"- And then I found him away from the battlefield, holding in his massive hands a little bird nest with eggs inside, mother bird circling above them! He ran off to protect the birds!"

There was a lot of friendly laughter, and a brightly blushing Bruce, as half of the Avengers team gathered around the table in Nat's apartment. All team members had their home in the Avengers Tower, but sometimes everyone needed some privacy, and most of the team had their second home somewhere else like Clint had his farmhouse, Steve his Brooklyn apartment and flat in Washington, while Tony had his Malibu house and numerous other houses. Turned out that Natasha was renting a flat in Manhattan, something she kept hidden quite well, only letting her two lovers on the secret.

"Didn't know you were such a bird lover, Bruce," Tony teased, popping in his mouth a cherry tomato from the salad. Earlier today, he and Steve bumped into Bruce, Clint, and Natasha during shopping and the trio, invited them over for dinner. It was a nice gesture and they happily agreed.

"What can I say, the big guy looks out for the little guys," Bruce replied with a friendly smile, and Natasha affectionately stroked his cheek, something she avoided in public or even in the Tower, but did freely in the comforts of her own house.

"Looks who is talking, remember when you stopped in the middle of the mission to move that grand piano away from the falling rubble?" Steve asked, pointing his question at Tony.

"It was a Louis XV Baroque Style Grand piano! It was an antique" Tony justified himself and the laughter filled the room anew.

"Okay, guys, chocolate cake got burnt, so we are going with an easier option," Clint showed in the doorstep, balancing plates on his head and a platter of freshly cut fruits in one hand, while in the other he was holding some metal cylinder with metal wires and colorful handles sticking out from the inside. Growing up in a circus proved to be useful in housework.

"So, what is the easier option?" Tony asked while Natasha and Bruce started to make room on the table. He didn't notice how stiff and blushing Steve became, already smelling it.

Clint put all the utensils on the empty table and arranged them neatly around the cylinder.

"Chocolate fondue."

The change was sudden and almost hilarious if it wasn't so darn confusing. Steve turned as red as a tomato and looked away and at the ceiling. Tony gargled, and tugged on his collar nervously, showing a bright blush making its way up his neck, and swallowed loud and heavy.

"Ummm…" Tony started, noticing the confused looks from their friends. "We- we, sorry, I remembered I have a meeting now, we gotta run, sorry again, everything was delicious, bye!" Tony rambled in one breath, taking Steve's hand and basically sprinting out of the apartment, door slamming behind them.

"Okay, that was weird," Natasha raised one eyebrow up, not understanding.

"Mhhmmm," Clint muttered, already chewing a marshmallow dipped in chocolate, "they always were weird," he summed up, feeding Bruce a piece of chocolate covered banana. Well, more chocolate for them.

Tony and Steve sprinted down the staircase, Steve still blushing and with zipped lips, almost as if angered, while Tony was running behind him, giggling madly. He only protested when Steve used too much force and almost ripped out the car door.

"Hey!" Tony went to yell at such brutal treatment of his beloved orange Audi, but giggled again when he was pushed into the back seat, door closing, this time gentler, as soon as Steve got inside.

There was no time for talking, and frankly speaking, no need and Steve was already having his hands all over Tony, groping and kissing and biting and pulling down on his jacket.

"Gahd," Tony laughed, feeling too many kisses and too fast, but somehow delighted by such turn of events. "We really need to break you from this," he giggled. Somehow Steve was conditioned to associate the word 'fondue' with 'make out time' and he couldn't help wanting to get into Tony's pants each time he saw or heard it. The smell of melted chocolate wasn't helping either.

Steve breathed heavily and drew away from Tony's neck, that had splashes of red, irritated skin from the hard, dizzying kisses. Those would leave a mark Tony would proudly display in the upcoming days. Next came the shirt, Steve didn't take the time to unbutton and basically ripped the material off of his own chest, something that made Tony's eyes wide and his breath stop when he was face to face with those impressive pectoral muscles. With Tony, it was easier, and Steve yanked his shirt up and pulled above his head, Tony eagerly helping and raising arms up.

"Keep them like this," Steve ordered in a hot whisper, and it was the shock that he said first words since they both left the apartment, that made Tony stay still. Straight and with hands above his head, the shirt crumpled around his elbows. Steve slid his gaze lower and looked at Tony's chest, embellished with a round scar in the middle, the reminder of where once the arc reactor was, and lower, and the wide rib cage that seemed more pronounced with Tony's arms stretched, and the stomach Steve adored so much, soft and warm and inviting, but with a subtle outline of abdominal muscles. Too appetizing.

"Hmp!" Tony twisted his fingers when Steve pressed his warm palm to his chest and slid all the way down to his pant line, initiating a warm up. His breath quickened and he panted softly at the caress. "You know… If you could control yourself better we could go back home first and then you could cover me in chocolate and have a proper dessert..."

Steve's eyes darkened at the image appearing in his head. At the chest covered in chocolate, and Tony's stiff nipples, dark and sweet, like two cherries, ready to nibble and suck. The chocolate dripping and spreading between the ribs, and his tongue licking off the sweetness. Dark, glossy pool in the middle of the stomach, some chocolate staying around Tony's outie belly button and Steve's mouth pressing on top, sucking and licking, and Tony twisting and writhing under him, overwhelmed and whimpering and giggling. And that would be just the start. He could wait and have all this, or be satisfied with what he was offered here and now.

Licking his lips, Steve sunk down, gently nibbling and licking, enjoying every hot breath and whimpered out a giggle, claiming every inch of Tony for himself. After all, there was always seconds. Tony was only grateful, that the car had tinted glasses, yet the steady rocking would give them away later on.

Back in the apartment, Bruce and Nat were cleaning after dinner and washing the dishes together, while Clint was on the phone, way too pleased with his discovery.

"- I am telling you, man, it was hilarious! They started running like Coulson that one time I accidentally shot an arrow into his left butt cheek!"

"Mmmm. You sure it was because of that? Because I know Steve and it doesn't sound like to not be able to not control himself."

"No, no, no, I am positive! Besides, guess what? They didn't even go back to the Tower! The car is still standing here! And even from here I can see it is rocking---"

"OKAY, I don't need to know that!"

"Chocolate fondue, man! Invite them for dinner, serve them that, and enjoy the show! You will thank me later!"

Clint hung up and Bucky was left with a phone in his hand, looking at it with a thoughtful expression. Fondue, huh?

"Hey, Sam!" he called into the apartment, "you know who we didn't see in a while? Steve and Tony. How about a double date?"

"Double date?" Sam walked out of the adjoined kitchen and draped himself over his boyfriend's back. "I thought you don't like double dates, especially with them," he pointed out with a smirk. In contrary to them, Steve and Tony were always obnoxiously over themselves in public places, just like horny teenagers, nothing like the mature and sophisticated relationship Sam and Bucky had.

"I know, but I was thinking we can invite them over here. Have some nice dinner, chat, show them what a great cook you are," Bucky coaxed, putting his head under Sam's chin in an affectionate manner.

"If that's what you want," Sam agreed, "I will plan the menu and you can call them. And will think of the dessert, maybe some meringue -"

"Actually," Bucky interrupted, "I was thinking about chocolate fondue."

"You eat too much chocolate, James," Sam smiled, not surprised at all that Bucky chose this dessert.

"I know, but I want to see it," Bucky said, sounding a little mischievous.

"See what?"

"See - what a great job you will do!"

"Uh-uh. Okay then," Sam half believed his boyfriend and moved away to compare if what they had in the fridge matched with his dinner plan.

Bucky just rubbed his hands together. If what Clint said was true, they would be up for a nice show.

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docjanefoster · 4 years

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where were you when the world ended? [ part ii. ]

A month, 31 days, 730 hours, was how long Jane sat alone in her apartment sulking in wrinkled clothing, covering everything in tear stains, and hanging on by a thread. Near a thousand times Jane glanced behind her, expecting her obnoxiously dramatic roommate to announce his adventures of the day. Thoughts such as that always led her to glance at an intricate dagger lodged in the painting above her television, which always sparked more fits of sobbing. The memory was clear as day, Loki had been sulking in the corner of Jane’s kitchen when she burst through the front door. He had to remind her to breathe regularly due to her uncontrollable seething racking her breath. The god of Mischief had no idea what to do if she fainted on his watch. Swiftly snatching a bottle of wine from her rack and two glasses, Loki made his way across the room to take a seat by the doctor. “Tell me about it.” He said, proceeded to pour their drinks and offer one to his roomie.

The god had not really been given an invitation to move into Jane’ s apartment in New York, but how does one deny company in loneliness and some financial support? After Darcy moved out, Jane was left to pay expensive bills on her own, and although she was a medical professional, housing in the city was astronomically high. So, she went along with his presence, eventually welcoming it with open arms; although, his dramatic acts were totally over the top, his ridiculous dress code days of Gucci, Louis, Fendi, Prada, and Chanel- respectively-, and his customs were odd, Loki proved to be her best friend and her highest confidant.

“I can’t believe the hospital was rejected for additional funding. Our patient intake overpowered our capacity limit and I don’t get why the state doesn’t see that we need more of well, everything! We don’t have enough technology, and what we do have is outdated. The building is completely understaffed because budget cuts were necessary, so they dropped the nurses. We had to deny SO MANY sick people care because we couldn’t afford to take in people without a certain financial immunity provided by their insurance companies.” Not a moment after Jane’s fingers touched the cup, her dominant arm chunked it at the wall.

His hand reached out to her with an offering. “Here, this helps more.” In the man’s hand was a gold accented dagger carved from jade. Jane was going to regret her next action in fear she would damage the lovely piece of weaponry, but her frustration outweighed her guilt in that moment of time. With a calculated swing backwards, the tiny doctor threw the dagger into a painting of Asgard’s sunset above the television.

A sigh fell from both their mouths as the duo sat back admiring her damage. Loki gently placed a comforting arm around her, only for her head to slump on this shoulder as they observed her handy work in amusement. “The knife stays.” She stated with determination.

The god of Mischief gave a hearty laugh at the perfect mess of human that was Jane Foster. “Of course. Only the best décor for you, bitch.”

Her light brown locks bounced against her shoulders as Jane chuckled and reached to take a sip from his glass. “Thank you for everything, bitch.” Not a word left the woman's mouth since the tragic day in Wakanda. Many teammates had said they were there for her if she ever needed anything, but the doctor knew better. Everyone was hurting, and Jane would never make herself a nuisance. Who could she bother? Thor? He was grieving just as much as she was. Nat? Steve? They were busy trying to come up with a plan as a cover to their pain. Shuri? The girl was hurting with the rest of her kingdom over their lost king. No way Jane was going to get in between those and their personal lives. She could make it on her own without the crutch and weakness of confiding in others. One phone call changed her mind. Darcy had believed Jane to be dead after the catastrophe. Honestly, she had no idea what happened to her or what her phone call would open in Jane's mind and heart. In that moment, Jane released all her hurt, pain, anger, and loss to her best friend. One of her only remaining friends.

Ugly sobs shook Jane’s body as word vomit shot from her mouth over the telephone. The image was pitiful. She sat in yesterday’s clothing, on her wooden floor, in her kitchen as tears streamed down her puffy cheeks and swollen lips. After a few minutes of pure gibberish, Darcy exclaimed, “Alright, enough! Jane, you’re alive! Don’t cry, honey. It’s all okay.”

Louder cries erupted from her chest in response to Darcy’s comment. A moment of silence passed, giving her the chance to speak to her old friend, “D-Darcy. Nothing is okay…I lost him.” Jane could practically feel the confused look on Darcy’s face through the device. “Lost who, Jane? What’s going on?” She asked, the guess that Loki had been turned to dust came to mind.

“I lost him. I lost everyone!” The doctor yelled, words echoing throughout the empty apartment. Her crooked position against the cabinets looking ever so uncomfortable to a viewer, Jane muddled in grief. Two weeks had passed before Thor mentioned Loki’s death to the doctor due to fear for her mental state. The woman had just lost her film buddy, her lover, her jogging partner, and so many more. The god of thunder was afraid hearing the loss of her best friend would push her over the edge, but the doctor deserved the right to know what happened in space.

It was as if the day knew what terrible news was impending when Thor showed up soaking wet from the never-ending rain showers. After all, nature reflects life’s events. Waiting once he knocked three separate times, he finally forced the deadbolt backwards and let himself into the apartment. His stern, cold expression fell into complete and utter sadness as the sight of his once lover. There sat Jane Amelia Foster among what looked to be nearly forty empty bottles for liquor. What once were bouncy, soft brown locks were tangled and sticking out at every angle. All signs of life were void from her usual vibrant eyes and the unstoppable fire in her was extinguished. Thor shook his head as he stepped to tell her the news, to break her heart for the second time. “Jane,” His gaze fell to the floor. “he’s dead.”

One did not need to be a rocket scientist to figure out who exactly the god was referring to. It was a swift test of his reflexes as the woman fell into his arms, her pain too great to even hold herself up. So, Thor stood frozen as his former partner sobbed in his own weakened arms. The duo had experienced grieving for Loki before Jane picked up on his trend for returning, but this was the last time. The god of mischief was never coming back for a ‘Ha, gotcha!’, a ‘Good gods, Jane. Are you really going out in that?’, or a ‘Honestly, can I just paint the walls since you won’t? This yellow is a drab’.

Her closest companion had died by the hand of Thanos like the others, but this instance was different and much more personal. The tyrant did not have all the stones yet, and Loki’s death was merciless and excruciating unlike the fate of those who disappeared at the snap of a finger. Thanos watched the life leave the god’s body rather than allow it to turn to dust. Loki frequently commented on Jane’s intelligence, calling her mind just as superior as his and her heart as warm as his mother’s heart once was.

Once upon a time, the doctor snooped in his belongings, what little there were in her home, and found a diary bookmarked to a page of heart wrenching poetry. Jane had recited the works and had asked Thor about his brother’s hobby. He simply replied Loki was writing it to immortalize the story of Midgard’s greatest healer. It was a praise of respect in honor of her to be spread across the realms when she passed away. In her drunken state since the catastrophe, Jane had not formed the guts to read the works of literary art in her guest bedroom as she mentally waited on the edge of her seat for any news of his whereabouts. “So, have you read it yet?” A terrible impression of a valley girl accent questioned. Sadie had no idea the doctor formed such a strong bond with one of earth’s previous enemies, and she wanted all the juicy details. Lover of Thor and possibly of his brother? Lovely to her ears. How incorrect her assumption was of the doctor’s relationship with the god of mischief. Lovers was a title never written in their fates, but an unbreakable friendship was carved into it. He was a go to for advice, a venting session, and a shoulder to cry on. Losing Loki was the final string left on her heart and patience with people. Turning to face the reporter, Jane replied, “Of course I have.” The woman’s defeated gaze fell to the hands in her lap. A thousand-mile stare became a usual expression to the once constant joyful smiles that used to grace it. “Within each life we’re born alone Until we find the a place to call home.

Lost within a world asunder A single being found full of wonder.

Her heart hammers like the stars Her life like none of ours.

To keep her may be witless But alas I’ll try even if the end is vicious.” Her voice was monotonous and void of all life. Jane had read over that particular piece hundreds of times, the rhymes burned into eyes and mind. Reciting the dead man’s masterpiece proved no difficulty to the doctor.

Silence created tension and tension created awkwardness as Jane returned from zoning out. The studio audience watched her every movement with pity, and the interviewer leaned forward to cut the strain with a question, “A lovely story, Doctor Foster, but I believe we’re all here to find out about Wakanda.”

A dangerous concoction of fear from reliving the events, anger towards the populace, and self-deprecation for her state of being before the public fused in her glare and her readiness to knock Sadie out cold. Venom dripped acidly from each word when she replied, “Oh, my bad. Sorry to waste your time, Sadie…” Jane paused as her façade lessened ever so slightly. “Right, Wakanda…”

And so the doctor began her telling the tale of her time in Africa… | to be continued |

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writemarvelousthings · 7 years

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Ride With Me (Part 14)

PAIRING: readerxbuckybarnes au

WORD COUNT: 2.1K

WARNINGS: Swearing, graphic content. Character death.

Steve receives an urgent call that puts the fate of not only you and Bucky at risk but for the entire gang.

Previous Chapter

Okay so this was going to be the last chapter, but I ended up getting carried away... enjoy!

GIF NOT MINE

You barely slept, most the night you had spent staring up at the ceiling. Bucky had opted to sleep on the couch. You were torn, right down the middle. Like an open wound, the man you loved. The man, who you thought you could trust, lied to you, not once. But multiple times. You had thought of packing up and leaving for good this time. But you couldn’t you were too far in now to abandon your friends… your family. Maybe it was the stress of the emotion of the last few hours. But suddenly you felt the cold shiver down your spine as your skin prickled. You swallowed thickly as you shot up from the bed. The room spun violently as you raced to the bathroom, you heard Bucky call after you faintly as you fell to your knees.

The cold tiled floor stung your skin as the bile rose from your stomach, emptying into the toilet bowl. You let out a sob as you heaved, curling yourself around the toilet. Your head throbbed at the sound of water running as warm hands rubbed your back, Bucky smoothed your hair from your face as a cool washcloth placed itself over your forehead.

“It’s okay doll, just breathe” you wanted to scream at him to leave you alone. But it came out as a low moan. Besides you never really had the heart, as much as you hated him. You could never stop loving Bucky Barnes. Once you felt your stomach settling you uncurled yourself from the toilet. Leaning against the wall you breathed sharply through your nose.

“You okay sugar?” you closed your eyes as Bucky’s large hand circled your back.

“You want me to make you anything?” you inwardly flinched. He was trying his best, your rational mind tried to reason with you. But his best wasn’t going to be enough.

“No, I just need a shower. I’ll be fine” you tried not to let the subtle hint of pain that shot across Bucky’s face affect you. But you couldn’t help it. It was too soon.

You sat for a moment as Bucky regarded you, before standing up and slowly walking out of the small bathroom. You waited for the door to close before standing yourself. Turning on the shower water on high, you tried to avoid your reflection, but that small voice inside you won. You hardly recognized the woman looking back at you. Her skin was pale and dead looking, her eyes slightly sunken and red as her lips were chapped. You watched as her tongue crazed her bottom lip, you felt the biting skin against your own tongue. Hot tears stung your eyes as you watched the woman’s own tears fall down her face. Stooping over the sink you let out a sob, your body shaking with pent up emotions. Unaware of Bucky standing on the other side of the door, his fist curled up as he felt the anger and sadness at what Thanos had called wash over him. He needed to fix this once and for all.

When you emerged from the bathroom you expect Bucky to be on his own, you didn't expect to see half the gang all huddled around the kitchen table. It was tense for a moment, no one knew what to say or do. Steve and Sam flitted between looking at you and Bucky.

"She knows" Bucky all but whispered, Natasha hadn't taken her eyes off you. Something about her calculated stare unnerved you as you walked silently to the coffee pot. But one smell of the freshly brewed liquid had your stomach churning. You opted for water instead, Steve turned slowly back to Bucky the unleveled tone in his voice didn't go unmissed by you.

"Peggy said that Coulson thinks something big is going to happen and it's going to happen soon... too much has happened for Thanos to sit back and do nothing" you couldn't help look to Bucky; everyone knew it was his call.

"What do you think we should do?" Bucky didn't hesitate in seeking out your advice, and it shocked you. You held your glass in your hands, it was the age-old question and Bucky was looking to you for an answer.

“We need to put an end to Schmitt” Your voice was cold and final. You watched Steve and Sam’s stoic expression as Nat narrowed her eyes slightly. Your eyes fell to Bucky who looked as if he was about to say something until Steve’s phone rang in his pocket.

“Yeah?” He grunted you felt your stomach drop as Steve's face became panicked.

“Fuck…. okay stay calm, we’re on our way” you knew instantly something wasn’t right, the way Sam, Nat, and Bucky all shot up from the table as Steve ended the call almost gave you whiplash.

“Stay here” Bucky growled.

“You’re fucking deluded if you think I’m staying here” you hissed grabbing your jacket from the couch.

“Can we keep the domestics filed for later?” Nat grumbled throwing on her own jacket.

“Buck it’s no use, Schmitt’s taken Hawkeyes at gun point… ”

You swallowed thickly; it felt as if your stomach had fallen right through the floor.

“I’m coming with you” you didn’t even space a second look at Bucky as you marched through the door.

“It was pure chaos when you arrived at Hawkeyes, police car’s blocked the entrance as you jumped off the back of Nat’s bike. You tried to look around for a familiar face, but the two women huddled together almost made your heart stop.

“Wanda, Sharon” You called, pushing through a group of police officers you had never seen the two women so shaken, not since Pietro was in the hospital. You knew then and there something wasn’t right.

“It’s Schmitt and Hela, Rumlow as well. They have them in there…there was” But Sharon couldn’t speak as she sobbed into Steve’s chest.

“Who's they?” Sam asked, you looked to Bucky his face-looked stoic but you could see the storm raging behind his eyes.

“Maximoff, Barton, and Carter” you turned at Coulson’s voice. He and Ward stood grimly. You were taken back as Bucky stomped towards them.

“You knew this was always going to happen” Bucky seethed.

“I’d advise you not to lose your temper, Barnes” Coulson squared up to Bucky. There were an uneasy few seconds that passed between everyone before Coulson’s eyes flicked to you.

“They want you and Miss (Y/L/N)” you felt yourself sway slightly as Nat held your elbow steadying you.

“They’re threatening the safety of everyone in that bar. So far, Maximoff, Barton, and Peggy are the only ones we know for sure… there could be mo..” but the sound of two gun shots going off made your blood freeze. Your mind thought of only Clint as your feet carried you forward.

“(Y/N) wait” you ignore Wanda’s pleas as you wiggled out of Sam’s actions to grab at you. But suddenly a firm hand pulled you back sharply, blue eyes looked back at you.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Bucky shook you slightly.

“We can’t let them die because of us Bucky, we can’t. It’s Clint and Pietro and Peggy, fuck what if Louis and Darcy are in there? Thor could have easily gone for a drink after his shift. Bucky we have to save them, they're our family” you made no attempt to wipe away the tears that stung your eyes, making your vision blurred.

“Fuck” Bucky whispered softly, pulling you into his chest. You welcomed his embrace, pressing your face into his broad chest. Breathing in his comforting scent. You felt his lips press against your forehead as he turned to where Coulson and the rest were standing.

“We go in together, by ourselves. It’s us they want, no one else is getting hurt because of me. Do you understand?” You turned your head to see Coulson nod slightly. Bucky stepped back, taking your hand as you both turned to the entrance of Hawkeyes.

“You ready for this (Y/N)?” You wanted to scream and cry that you weren’t. You wanted to run, you wished you never came back. But the small encouraging squeeze from Bucky gave you all the courage you needed to look back up at him.

“I’m with you, now and always” You smiled as a small expression of joy crossed Bucky’s face as he brought your hand up to his lips.

“Till the end of the line doll,” you nodded gently at his words as Bucky pushed on the door, leading you into the unknown.

You gripped Bucky’s hand tight as you noticed the dark wet liquid on the floor, chairs, and tables were strewn all over the place. The lighting was low and obvious, your heart raced as you recognized the liquid as blood. Fresh blood.

“Ahhh, I see you got our message,” your head snapped up at the sound of Schmitt’s voice, the psychotic giggle that came from Hela made your blood boil. Schmitt was sat in one of the more grander chairs as Heal perched herself on top of the bar, you noticed the orange light of a cigarette in the corner of the bar. Hammer was here too, his eyes watching you intently before looking over to the burned face of Rumlow. Holding a gun pointed at Clint and Peggy. They were both tied up; a large bruise graced the side of Clint’s face as blood seeped from a large cut above his eyebrow. Peggy was slumped forward, unresponsive. Your heart leaped as your eye swept over to behind Rumlow, you felt the familiar urge to throw up. Or scream, but you couldn’t your brain couldn’t compute the sight before you. You felt Bucky’s had grip yours tightly, subtly pulling you closer. Behind Rumlow, lying at Hela’s feet were two bodies. Louis and Pietro, the blonde man’s eyes were still open looking up at you lifeless.

“Please, have a seat… then we can begin” You curled your other arm around Bucky elbow completely terrified of what would happen next.

“Sit” Schmitt’s angry yell made you jump slightly as Hammer stood up walking over to you, Bucky held up his hand slowly walking you both to the two chairs in front of Schmitt’s. You sat slowly, keeping a wary eye on Hela who was twirling her gun haphazardly in her hands.

“Now listen very carefully, because I’m only going to make this offer once and once only. Thanos want’s you Barnes, although I doubt this comes at a great shock to you”

“Thanos can go fuck himself for all I care” Bucky voice shook with anger, you watched as his blue eyes flicked over to Pietro’s body lying stiff. Riddled with bullet holes.

“Now, now Barnes. Let’s not say things we regret. Thanos want’s you…and he also wants you to” Schmitt’s eyes flicked to you.

“I share the same view as Bucky” you kept your voice as level as you could, but inside you were shitting yourself. The girlish giggle that came from Hela made you sit up straight as she hopped off the bar.

“The boss said you’d say that he also said…” you had no time to protect yourself as Hela grabbed a fist full of your hair, pulling you back off your chair. Your hands flew to her trying to pry her off but the feeling of the barrel of her gun to your jaw stopped your struggling. At the same time, Hammer had taken both of Bucky’s arms behind his back, there was a sickening crack as Bucky let out a scream of pain.

“He doesn’t mind if you’re alive or dead… although I prefer the latter if I’m honest”

“That doesn’t surprise me you psychotic fuck” you spat, Hela pulled at your hair. Clicking off the safety on her gun.

“My, my such strong vulgar words for a dead girl”

“Don’t you fucking dare” Bucky growled, you looked down at him. His eyes looked wild from behind his long hair.

“Let’s just calm down, shall we?” Schmitt made a pointed look at Hela who reluctantly lowered her gun from your head, but never releasing her grip on your hair.

“Barnes you could make this so easy on yourself, just give in to Thanos, you know it’s the easiest solution” Schmitt, stood from his chair walking slowly to Bucky. You glanced over to Clint who shook his head slightly. You had to think of something and fast.

“Over my dead body” Bucky seethed, Schmitt looked amused for a moment before pulling out his own gun. Your heart raced as you struggled against Hela, she pulled you against her more, leaning down to whisper in your ear.

“Say bye bye” you struggled even more against her as Schmitt raised his gun to Bucky’s forehead.

“That can be arranged” suddenly there was a gun shot and a scream as you felt your heart stop.

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