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𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠'𝐬 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐖𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰

nine - promises (Bucky's version)

BuckyBarnes x Female!Reader

summary: It's time to make a plan, but the take-down of Wanda's magical town leaves Y/N uncertain. Bucky is doing his best to show her how much she means to him.

a/n: This might be my favorite chapter, but I think I broke my own heart writing it - anybody wanna join the ‘pining for unrealistic men club’?

!Divider is mine. Please give credit when using!

word count: 5.8k

chapter warnings: fluff, a little awkward - Agnes, little angst, some much needed talking, soft Bucky omg - so soft!, smut (oral - m receiving, praise kink, slight overstim, unprotected p in v - wrap it up guys!) !MINIORS DO NOT INTERACT!

✶ 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 | 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 | 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 ☾

Bucky watched as Y/N moved her hand over the table, provisionally cleaning it for the map to be laid out on. She had beautiful hands, he thought, so soft and careful, but deadly if they wanted to. He never had hands like that. They were always scraped when he was a kid, calloused during the war, and, well... after he just didn’t like them all together. But even now that he had two perfectly fine flesh hands, they were rough and worn, smeared with motor oil or some other thing he could occupy himself within the house.

It was alright, though. Buck would never complain. Not when he knew how much worse things could be. Living in a huge home with the woman he had been having feelings for months was a crazy thing to be mad about. He subtly smiled to his feet when he remembered the call from Y/N and the way he had felt his heart beat slightly faster than normal.

Back when everything was okay - when Steve was still alive and when the avengers were still avenging, his best friend had always wanted Bucky to make a move on the secret crush he had been harboring. So when Y/N had called that night again, he accepted in his honor and in memory of the man he once was and which Steve adored and looked up to once. For a split second, the fraction of a moment, he had been that man again. And he had used its confidence boost to tell her that he would come with her to Westview. And even though the time here had been tough, he was glad he had done it anyway.

Because ever since the pair had entered Westview, Bucky felt a whole new level of connection to Y/N. That pull towards her had intensified and the sensation was only fueled by the need to play pretend - happily married that was. A strange thing to think about still, but it was kind of nice to play house with Y/N. The world seemed a little less heavy and the smiles on his lips a little easier. And despite all those circumstances, Bucky knew that he had found a true friend in her - even more than that actually. Sure, Sam was great, and Zemo was strangely growing on him, too, but neither of them gave him what Y/N could - which was the fulfillment of a need he had thought to have died many decades ago, frozen with the man hydra tortured out of him.

Y/N gave him comfort and love and warmth and smiles and laughs. And carelessness - weightlessness. Hell, she even chased his nightmares away and Bucky couldn’t believe how much better a good night’s rest made him feel. There was nothing more precious to him than feeling the feelings that made him forget his horrible past. Y/N had proven to give those to him the very first night in Westview, when she had checked on him, simultaneously starting a vacuum of affection that only ever wanted hers.

Bucky’s eyes caught hers for a second and when Y/N sat down, there was that look again and it pulled on his heart.

Bucky didn't know what had happened with Wanda yesterday. But it definitely didn’t ‘end’ things as Y/N had proclaimed before storming out trying to hide her teary-eyed face in vain. Bucky hated to see her cry. But he hated it even more when she acted all distant and weird like she had after she had come home last night. Was that how people felt about him all the time? Bucky knew that he was not that easy to be around. It wasn’t easy for him to be around other people, either. Which was why it pained him to have one of the only people he liked to be close to, distance themselves.

Y/N wasn’t mad at him - at least he didn't think so - but something had changed the way she looked at him last night. Before it was all doe-eyed and happy and now? Well, now it was still like that but mixed with a dreamy longing, not a good one though - almost like homesickness. He hadn’t even planned on telling her about Natasha, knowing how much of a toll it would take on her, but it was even worse lying to her. So his plastered smile faded and he caved and told her. And even though it was the right thing to do, he would’ve taken it back had he known how much hurt he would find in her eyes ever since. It had happened the first time after he had kissed her this morning and she was looking at him like that right now, too as everyone took a seat at the table, waiting for him to follow.

Vision and Agnes had joined the Wanda intervention team this morning, apparently. It wasn’t too surprising, though. After that first day in Westview where Bucky had followed Agnes in the night, he knew that she knew things nobody else did. The way she snooped around the houses, hiding her calculated mastermind behind the gossipy neighbor lady facade to get even more intel on everyone and everything. It was a smart move, really. But Bucky couldn’t be fooled. Years of training had done that to him. Now, he was glad to finally put those skills to good use: saving people and not killing them.

“There have been instances in this town that do not fall within the realm of normalcy,” Vision started and Bucky couldn’t help but smile when Y/N grumbled a sassy reply to herself.

Vision pointed at the map with his finger before looking into the circle of faces on the table. “The center of Westview is right here. Life is thriving there. As Agnes has told me, Wanda has created a hex summoning everyone under a spell to play characters in Westview. But starting from approximately a one-mile radius,” he circled another area, “life stands still.”

“It’s almost like her magic doesn’t reach that far, so she just decided to freeze the people.” A shiver ran down Bucky’s spine when he said it, remembering when he told Y/N about Natasha the night before. Her eyes were drowning him in sorrow. They were glassy again and it was horrible knowing he couldn’t help her right now.

When Vision had asked Bucky to follow him instead of coming with him to work like they always had the weeks prior, he knew that something was off - that Vision wasn’t like all the other Westviewers he had met by then. And he had got to admit, seeing Natasha had plummeted his heart like never before. Not necessarily because she was supposed to be dead - he had witnessed far more unsettling things - but because he knew how devastated Y/n would be when he would tell her. Because even if he didn’t plan to initially, he knew he would cave as soon as she laid those pleading eyes on him.

“It's not like her magic doesn’t reach there. In fact, the border is where it is at its strongest. But she just chose to focus it on the center. Think of Westview as a show. Wanda can choose what characters appear and which don’t. View the edge of town as more of a backstage area.”

“It's so weird. We didn’t notice any of that when we came here. And we actually went through the wall.” Y/N focused on Agnes when she spoke. Talking about it helped - Y/N had shown him that.

“I imagine Wanda knew that and simply adjusted your surroundings.”

Y/N shook her head with sad eyes. “This doesn’t sound like Wanda at all, I don’t know what happened to her, but she is not as bad as everyone makes her out to be.” A fleeting glance caught Bucky’s before he averted them back to the map.

Agnes just snorted. “Well, Westview makes people do all sorts of things. You of all people should know. It’s not like you chose to fake a marriage when you got here.”

The Black Widow's head shot up suddenly, a dreaded look on her face washing all other emotions off. “Wait, you know?”

He watched as Y/N’s face contorted into an embarrassed one, but Bucky just hid a smile behind the cough he pushed forward. Nothing really surprised him anymore - especially not from Agnes.

“Oh, the entire time, honey. I’m sorry if nobody ever told you this, but your acting skills are in desperate need of work. You looked about as comfortable as a nail bed the day I met you, Y/N. And I know, I’ve laid on one before.”

“Oh my god,” she whispered into her hands before hiding her face in Bucky’s arm. “Does everyone know?”

“Well, I do. But, I found you two very believable, if I may say so,” Vision added, only easing Y/N’s discomfort superficially, as she still clung to Bucky’s arm like a sloth. He didn’t mind it though. Her touch was what he had been craving all day, so he soaked up every little thing she gave him.

“No. Dare I say that my ability to see through this whole charade is because of my own magic powers. Vision knows because I told him.”

“You’re- okay, yea, why not? It’s not crazy enough that one which accidentally held a whole town hostage, there had to be another which living in it too.” There she was again, the woman Bucky found so enticing. “Why do you know all this, Agnes?”

“I guess it is time to properly introduce myself.” Agnes smoothed over the table and then she smiled. “My name is Agatha Harkness and I am old - let's leave it at that. I know you might think that I have something to do with this, but everything that happened to the people of Westview, happened to me, too. I was able to break out of it at some point, though. It did take some skills, I’ll tell you that. Even if Wanda is not a very experienced witch, her powers are astounding.”

For some reason this statement made Bucky feel slightly uneasy. He had been in countless dangerous situations before, but magic was something, not even his fists could fight against. But there was another thing freeing the worry he felt and it was that someone he cared about was just as much in danger as he was.

“That’s because they’re born out of raw and strong emotions. The pain she must have felt losing me triggered this... town,” Vision explained calmly.

Y/N’s voice sprung up from the short silence that had built between the group: “She was devastated, Vision. I don’t think pain is a strong enough word to describe her feelings.”

“You must excuse me. I cannot possibly comprehend those things.” He had turned more and more into the synthezoid they all knew with every second he spent with them. The only thing left of the chipper family father was the deep feelings he had for Wanda. Even if he didn’t know what it really was, he had told Bucky, they showed him that somebody cared.

“I know...” She whispered, her hand grazing Bucky’s under the table which made him perk up. A small smile appeared on his lips when he took her hand fully into hers, squeezing it reassuringly and taking a deep breath. He was proud to be able to anchor her to the moment. It was a connection he had only ever had twice before in his life. It was still fascinating that a simple touch could ground his emotions and clear his mind. Bucky knew how special it was, and he would never finish being grateful for it.

“God, I really don’t understand how those two acted so badly when they clearly want to jump each other’s bones so much,” Agatha muttered to Vision, but Bucky chose to ignore it and take another look at Y/N instead.

That’s when Y/n cleared her throat as if she had been caught. Her hand remained in Bucky's though, his thumb rubbing slow circled over her soft skin and sending warmth through his body.

“Okay, so what’s the game plan?”

The dusk was slowly fading from the horizon when Bucky cleaned the last dishes in the sink. Agatha and Vision had left about an hour ago and after a short conversation with Y/N, in which Bucky had insisted on cleaning up, she had excused herself to her room.

Y/N had not looked good after the meeting today. All zoned out from time to time and even shaky at one point. She was a trained assassin and a strong woman, but moments like these remind him that sometimes the wrong people were chosen for a life they didn’t belong in. Y/N was the kindest most caring person he had ever met, and knowing that somebody forced her childhood from her and built her to do unspeakable things just broke his heart. She didn’t deserve it - most people didn’t. Bucky’s hand had not left her body once that evening. Always touching some part of her to remind her that he was there. She had sent him encouraging smiles with thankful meanings behind them, but he saw that she was far from fine. Who could blame her? She was plotting against her best friend, forced to plan another inevitable heartbreak for an already broken woman.

Bucky watched his hands stir the foam in the sink water from left to right. He would have never thought that he would end up here after everything that’s happened. Soaking dishes in a suburban home with a ‘wife’ upstairs, sleeping the stress of the dinner guests away in their bed. A thought like that would have unsettled him beyond belief just a month ago. Having someone to care for - someone besides himself when he barely lent enough care to his own sometimes.

A future with Y/N wasn’t a scary thought anymore, though. He actually smiled thinking back on the past days in which their happy little family just lived in the most suburban house imaginable. Maybe his broken self had a chance at being happy forever. He could imagine it at least - with Y/N by his side. She broke open the icy layer the winter soldier had built piece by piece and slowly, but surely, fractions of the man he once was shone through the cold blue barrier. He would have never dared to even think about a nine-to-five job and gardening shorts before - not even after Wakanda. But now, he would trade those thoughts for every nightmare he ever had - though, even if those had faded ever since he slept by Y/N’s side.

The lights on the street turned on with the darkness creeping in the street and Bucky shook his head while draining the dishwater. He put out a new bowl of water for Alpine and let his eyes wander over the surfaces again. Everything was cleaned and stored away. He twisted the wedding band back in his finger and checked for everything a second time, trying to ignore his pounding heart in the process. He didn’t mind it anymore, it was more of a habit now, and deep down, he saw the glimmering metal as a promise to himself and the life he longed to have again. Now there was only one last thing to do, and he had been looking forward to it all day.

Bucky climbed the steps to the first floor. It wasn’t long before he stood in the doorway of the master bedroom where he could see Y/N laying in bed with Alpine snuggled up by her face, a reassuring hand stroking the white fur with love.

“You’re so lucky, Al,” the woman cooed while Alpine closed her eyes with every stroke of her hand. “You’re just living your oblivious life. Sometimes I wished I could do that, too.”

Y/N sniffed and it was only then that Bucky noticed her tear-stained cheeks glistening in the lamplight.

Bucky nudged the door open further, revealing his figure in the doorframe where he stood with a shy smile. “Hey.”

“Hey.” Her hand moved to wipe her tears away, but he had already seen them.

His feet took him to the bed where sat down on the edge and stroked Alpine as well. The feline’s purring just intensified with the sensation and Bucky smiled to himself when her tail softly swayed against his wrist. He soaked up the quiet noises of Alpine and the faint smell of Y/N’s shampoo for a while. Neither of them spoke, but Bucky didn’t mind. At least her tears had stopped - that was a good sign, right? But after a while, Bucky grew nervous with the steely gaze on his profile. His hand movement stopped and he forced a small smile on his lips.

“You’ve been staring for a solid three minutes... I thought that was my job.” The small joke made Y/N chuckle through a shaky breath and Bucky felt his cheeks taint darker at the success.

“I’m just thinking, that’s all.”

“Penny for your thoughts?” It was a careful approach to the type of conversation he had often with his former coworker. But even if their topics were rooted in deep issues and fears, he always felt safe discussing them with her. He felt lighter afterwards, too. And he hoped she did as well.

Y/N nodded in his peripheral. “You still mean it, right? That you didn’t want it to be a lie.” And with that, he stopped giving any attention to Alpine. Bucky’s head turned to Y/N’s, his chest squeezing with the thought of breaking a promise such as this one.

His fingers inched over hers. Hers were cold. He watched as they disappeared in his, his left hand coming up to cover them as well. Y/N just let it happen, she even twisted her wrist until she could fully be engulfed by Bucky’s palms where he slowly warmed them up. “If there is one thing I am sure about as of right now, it is this.” He smiled sadly.

Sure, the situation wasn’t ideal, but not even Bucky wouldn’t deny that something beautiful had grown out of it. Bucky leaned forward to press a gentle kiss on her forehead before resting his own against it. Apparently, he didn’t leave enough space for Alpine anymore, because the cat sprung from the bed and disappeared into the hallway.

Another sad chuckle slipped from her lips along with a stray tear that Bucky swiftly wiped away with his thumb. His hand lingered on her face, though, enjoying a warm part of hers.

The air was tingling in his ears with the position they were in - so close and true. Sure feelings just flooded his senses with every second passing by. Y/N locked a hand behind his head and pushed her lips to his. They were salty and wet but they were everything he ever wanted. Kissing Y/N was like taking a deep breath - liberating and safe. He could do it forever - he planned on it actually.

When they broke apart, warm breath tickling dampened skin and eyes still closed with their noses pushed together, Bucky let the shiver run through his body and finally releases the question that had been burning on his mind the whole day.

“Are you okay?”

“I’ve been better.” She stroked his hair with a sigh. “But having you here is helping a lot... What about you?”

Bucky exhaled slowly and placed her other hand on his chest guiltily. “Haven’t felt this good in a while, actually.” But it was true and he wouldn’t lie to her. Bucky finally felt as though he was and did well again. He would help Wanda and he would save the people of this town. He would get the girl and he would finally be living the life he had always wanted.

“That's good.” She whispered against his lips before her arms encircled his torso and wrapped him up in a loving hug. “Yeah..,” he mused into her shoulder where he started to pepper tiny kisses to her skin. It wasn’t long before she shakily whispered his name in the air, soft hands burying in his hair, pulling on the short strands, and moving his head back to her mouth.

Y/N kissed him with vigor this time - not as careful as before. Though they were still soft, her lips pressed into his with a pleasant force. She leaned back down, drawing Bucky with her in the mattress where he swiftly kicked off his shoes to fully climb into bed. He lay on his side now, Y/N’s face still closely tugged to his. His thumb moved a stray hair from her forehead while his eyes stared into hers. His heart felt so full with her in his arms. Those were the best parts of his life here: having something that made everything worth it again.

“You’re so beautiful,” Bucky whispered absently drowning in the color of her eyes. They were looking back at him in awe and with every blink, the smile beneath them grew.

And before he knew it, Bucky was pulled into another kiss. Wandering hands explored his body this time. There wasn’t a sense of handholding in this kiss - It was needy and desperate. The shift in the atmosphere had almost been drowned out by the tiny noises escaping Y/N’s lips when his thigh moved forward to squeeze between hers. His movements were fueled by feelings he hadn’t felt in years. And yet, here they were, openly laid out on display and ready for him to take them in. And he was ready for them.

Y/n’s hand found its way beneath his shirt. They were still a little cooler than his skin thus leaving a trail of goosebumps behind. His leg pushed further up between her legs, drawing a throaty ‘please’ from her lungs. Y/N tugged on his shirt but his hand came up to stop her.

“Do you really want this... with me, I mean.” His eyes were boring into hers, looking for a sliver of doubt in there. He would stop and leave if he suspected even a trace. This moment shouldn’t spring from desperation and distraction. He wanted it to be true - he needed it to be true.

Y/N nodded with a smile before her hands resumed their tugging motion, but Bucky stopped her a second time.

“Say it.”

She looked at him with soft eyes, now. He could practically see her mind clicking while she realized how important this was to him. “I want you, Bucky.”

The brunette nodded in relief and sat up to remove his shirt. When he leaned back down, he positioned himself above her, both arms holding him up by his elbows. But he didn’t move beyond that - just stared at her, imprinting every dip and line on her face into his memory.

When her hands slid down his torso again, he closed his eyes, trialing the path she took on his body in his mind. Y/N wasn’t just touching him, she was mapping him out, tracing every part of him he was insecure about, and kissing the places that Westview had turned flawless.

He kissed her collar and then traveled down her chest until he reached the hem of her t-shirt. His leg pressed against her core again but this time, she didn’t hold herself back. Y/N’s head fell back on the pillow with an open mouth, her fingers drew him back to her face where she stole more kisses from his lips.

“Let’s make it even.”

“Yes, please.” Bucky took off her shirt and unclasped her bra while she bucked her hips against his thigh. He was already painfully hard beneath his jeans. Y/n hadn’t even touched him anywhere near his aching cock, her moans and mewls were enough to stimulate his entire body.

“I need- ah.” His fingers brushed over her hardened nipples before his face pressed to her chest to litter it with kisses again.

“What is it, sweetheart? What do you need?”

“More.” Was all she huffed out as her hands pressed on his shoulder blades. Bucky would give her everything she asked for. And if he couldn’t, he’d find a way. But before he could finish that thought, his mind was clouded with a wave of pleasure when her body brushed up to his cock.

Warmth seeped through his whole body with every second he spend pressed against hers. Everywhere his fingers went, they brushed over other parts of her skin, never leaving her, never losing contact. Bucky felt alive. A tiny amber in the darkness of his mind that Y/N brought to him and fueled with her steady presence. He was thinking of her, smelling her, touching her. Her, her, her.

“You are perfect.” You’re everything I’ve ever needed. Hushed whispers mapping over pebbled skin, soft lips grazing tender flesh.

Bucky kissed down her torso, enjoying the light scratch of her fingernails on his scalp and then he looked up at her while opening the silver button of her jeans, pulling them off along with her panties. He was quick to follow, kneeling up to open his own but the excitement shooting through his body and the stringing tent in his jeans made it difficult to concentrate.

“Let me.” Y/N fingers brushed his and moved them to the side. She carefully undid his pants and slid them down his legs.

His breath staggered when she pulled the elastic of his boxer briefs down, letting hard cock bounce up against his stomach. There was a fire in her eyes when she looked back into his again, one hand coming up to push him backwards and onto the end of the bed where Bucky sat dumbfounded and curious about her next move.

“I- wow Bucky.”

A grin replaced the dazed look on his face with her comment, loosening up the air and making him feel confident again.

“Can I?” She nodded towards his groin as even though her eyes were still slightly wider than before Bucky nodded with a smile, his blue eyes melting with the sight of her before him. “Please.”

She kissed up to his hips, her fingers coming up to slowly stroke him until her lips peppered up his thick shaft. Pleasure was already clouding his mind and his cock twitched cheekily against her mouth. That’s when her tongue licked a long stripe from the base up to his tip making him shudder in the process.

“Fuck, baby.” Bucky’s fingers disappeared in her hair, slowly guiding her movements up and down. Her mouth felt heavenly and when she used her tongue to swirl around his tip, he was done for. Small sparks of electricity pulsed in his brain - his. Y/N just hummed around him. Her eyes were closed and an attempted smile tugged on her lips. Bucky couldn’t even focus on it all. He was too occupied with keeping himself from coming right then. But her mouth was just so perfect. Y/N was just...

“Okay, sweetheart. You need to- ah.” Bucky wheezed a small moan before pulling her up and to his face again.

“What’s up?” Y/N grinned, but it was sweet rather than cocky. Just a genuine concern for him.

“Can’t hold it if you keep going like that.”

“Oh, well we should change something then.”

“Yeah, I think so, too.” His hands snuck around her hips and pushed her forward until she was straddling him. Her face was so close to his again, but all she did was place her hands on his cheek, eyes scanning over his features like an open book.

Bucky let her. He could watch her do anything for hours. There was always something fascinating he could concentrate on. Like the way, her pupils dilated when he licked his lips, or how softly her lashes fanned over her cheeks when she looked at him like that.

“You have a beautiful soul, Buck.” Her thump smoothed over his brow. “It doesn’t matter that life sometimes makes us feel otherwise.” She stared at him intently, her second hand cupping his chin and Bucky could only stare back in awe. “I will protect you with everything I have. You are the best thing that ever happened to me.”

This must be what people meant when they said their hearts swelled. Because Bucky was bursting with serotonin right now. There wasn’t a more magical moment, a more perfect choice of words she could have ever placed in his mind. It was an overwhelming feeling, to hold the woman he adored in his arms. And even if it was not quite put in words, this felt like an ‘I love you’.

His brown head of hair hid in her chest and Bucky was sure Y/n could feel his smile on every inch of skin he touched. “Why would you think that this would make me less horny?”

“I wasn’t. It just felt right.” She kissed him again. “Promise me, Bucky. Promise me you will remember it.”

“I promise.” A short silence filled the room in which the pair just stared at each other. “Now, where were we?”

“Something about horny.”

“Right.” Y/N laughed when Bucky hoisted her up higher and closer to him, but her laugh was cut short once his cock pushed against her clit. A breathy version of his name tumbled over her lips over and over again when his hands guided her back and forth, rocking her up his length until she let her head fall back.

Bucky took the opportunity to suck her nipple into his mouth, the other being engulfed by his warm hands. With every stroke of his tongue and every rocking motion, her skin became hotter. Her hands found their way to the back of his head where there pressed him deeper into the sensitive buds, moan after moan echoing in the bedroom.

“I’m close. I’m-” her words only spurred him on further, his mouth alternating between her breasts, never leaving one neglected. He needed it to keep himself from bursting.

“Come on, doll.” Another flick of his tongue, the stroke of a finger. “Give in-” Bucky was cut off by a fervent scream. Y/N’s hands tightened around him and her rocking motions staggered. He muttered a course when he saw the mess in his lap that just shot another rush of blood to his cock. He was painfully hard now, desperate for release and hungry for the taste of her skin on his tongue.

Y/n whimpered when Bucky rocked her over his slick cock again, the sensitivity seemingly too much, but she didn’t stop him. Rather her breathing picked up again as she fell forwards, lips grazing his ear with every whispered word. “I need you inside of me, baby.”

A smile broke through the heated air when the pair laid gently on the covers, limbs tangling and hands moving over every inch of dampened skin. Bucky placed his skin on hers over and over again so seamlessly, it felt as if he was kissing her for hours. Though the need of his own crept up his spine with every push he sent to the mattress. He needed to feel her - all of her.

He moved up slightly until his tip poked her entrance, retrieving a needy whimper from Y/N. His lips locked with hers once more and that’s when he pushed forward, entering her in one long stroke and feeling her velvety walls engulf her with unbelievable comfort.

“Shit. You’re so tight.”

“Move, please, just-” And he did. Bucky pushed in and out of her until his entire body was lifted in ecstasy. Y/N’s legs locked around his hips, giving him even deeper access to her pussy. If he were to die right now, Bucky was sure he couldn’t have done so happier, and more fulfilled than right now. With Y/N and this heavenly feeling consuming him whole. He didn’t know that this is what sex could feel like - what passion did to a moment as intimate as this one.

“You’re so- so big... feels so good.”

“You’re doing so good, sweetheart. Taking me so well.” His hand grabbed hers and pushed their interlocked fingers into the pillow by her head. “Fuck, I wanna stay like this forever.”

“Ah! Then don’t... don’t stop.”

“Shhhh, baby. I won’t.” Her walls clenched around him and Bucky could feel the precum already dripping from him. He took his other hand and guided in over her breast and stomach and down to her pussy to rub on her clit - tight little circles that made her open her mouth wide and let silent screams escape.

She gripped him even tighter, and Bucky struggled to pull out almost all the way before rocking back in. He grunted into her chest, sweat assembling on his forehead and heartbeat pounding against his ribcage. “Yes, come on. Let go, you’re such a good girl, so - fuck - so perfect.”

“Bucky! Shit, shit!”

“Oh fuck.” Y/N’s walls pulsed unrelenting, pushing him closer and closer to the edge as well. Her fingers scratched his back, her legs squeezing him so close, caging him in her embrace and there was no place he’d rather be right now. He watched as the pleasure washed over her, eyes rolling to the back of her head and muscles taught while unholy words slipped her tongue.

When the grip on his cock loosened he started moving again. Her whispers engraved themselves into his memory while he chased his own high. He could feel the pleasure already tingling in his toes and when Y/n grabbed his head and bit his lip before soothing it over with her tongue, they overtook his whole body. Bucky moaned into her open mouth, his arm snuck beneath her head while the other grabbed the sheets as he shot his hot load into her pussy, coating her soft walls with white release.

He needed several seconds to recover from the powerful feeling still bouncing through his limbs. His body lowered itself onto hers, careful not to hurt her, he could feel her heartbeat against his skin - pumping in perfect rhythm with his.

When he felt confident enough to not have his muscles give out under him, propped himself up on his elbow. Bucky’s hands instantly shot to Y/N’s face where they drew out her features with careful fingers. Her eyes opened with a smile, her own hands moving up and down his back, covering him in comfort and love.

“Did I tell you that you are perfect?”

Y/N hummed dreamily. “Only about fifty times.”

“Not enough then.” Bucky shook his head, a short curl falling over his forehead, matching the rest of his tussled hair. “Thank you, Y/N, for everything. For sharing this beautiful moment with me.”

“Why does this feel like a goodbye?” She asked unsettled, but not moving in the slightest. She was just as close to him as before - enclosing him with her enchanting aura and that wholesome look in her eyes.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere.” Bucky kissed her nose. “This is just the beginning.”

𝒏𝒆𝒙𝒕 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓

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missbunnyssexhotel · 2 years

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Can I please ask for a Dom! male reader x sub!gin from bsd,where the reader and gin are like friends with benefits but the reader gets jealous bc she’s flirting with someone else and kinda fucks gin dumb and gin doesn’t flirt with anyone again (jealous sex,size kink,dumbification),and if it’s not too much can I ask if the reader calls gin a bunch of pet names like doll,sweetheart,baby,princess (stuff like that) thank you sm <3 I hope that wasn’t a lot 😭

CW : sub!gin, dom!male!reader, jealous sex, dumbification, pet names, wall sex, fingering, dirty talk, orgasm denial, chocking || MDNI

You pushed gin into a public bathroom and slammed the door while you pulled her into a heated kiss. Her back hitting the wall while you put a hand around her neck deepening the kiss

"did you think you were slick doing that little trick earlier princess?" She shivered in pleasure as you started kissing her jaw, " flirting with tachihara in front of me, did you in joy acting like a whore trying to make me jealous?"

She let out a soft whine as she arched into you gripping on your shirt. She looks up at you her pupils blown and her cheeks flushed in the most prettiest red. "I'm waiting~" you teased as your free hand went up her thigh going dangerous close to were she wants you to touch her but you never did.

"Y-yes" her voice was soft, and she can feel her mind going hazy. And you felt giddy that you had this kinda affect on her, you smashed your lips onto hers slipping your tongue in her mouth as she didn't even try to fight for dominance knowing she would lose either way.

You grab her thighs to lift her against the wall, but all gin could think about was you marking her as yours. You unconnected your lips to kiss down her neck leaving angry marks on her sensitive skin , but gin didn't seem to care as she softly moaned as you continued.

She gripped tightly on your shoulders as her head fell back on the wall, "(M/N)~, " she whined.

You glanced up at her "what is it princess~" you smirked at her.

"Please, touch me. " she begged, her panties were ruined with her arousal, and your kisses were only making it worse.

She loudly moaned once you cupped her pussy, "like this~? " you gently run your fingers over her clothed slit, "baby, your so wet for me~"

She desperately bucked her hips into your hand to get more friction, "please, want your fingers. " she whimpered.

You smirked, pressing your fingers against her clit. You sadistically chuckled when her grip on your shoulders tightened. " you want more of my fingers sweetheart? Beg for it then." Your husk voice whispered in her ear sending another wave of pleasure through her body.

"Please, (M/N)! want your fingers inside me! Want you to fuck me till I can't think straight!" She cried, you were a little taken aback sense she was always so embarrassed to beg for what she wanted but you weren't complaining.

"Good girl." you praised pushing aside her ruined panties and plunging your finger into her heat. She cried out when your finger went in and out of her hole her fingers digging into your skin.

"look at you taking my fingers like my good whore~" you hissed as you added another finger trusting in her faster.

She moaned, even though she could barley hear what you were saying her mind to fogged up in the pleasure you were giving her. You coo at her pathetic state, as your thumb rubs her clit, "aww~ look at you I only have two fingers in your pretty pussy and your already going dumb~"

Her hips rock against your fingers, "please, i-" you added a third finger. "Im gonna cum, (M/N)!" There were tears in her eyes as she desperately tried to chase her orgasm.

And just when she was about to cum, she whined as you pulled your fingers out. You chuckled as you watched her hips chase after your fingers.

She looked up at you teary eyed, "why did you-"

You looked at her and she freezed as she shivered at how much lust and jealousy were in your eyes and your words that left her body throbbing with want.

"We're not done yet sweetheart~ I'm ganna fuck you dumb until your pussy is the shape of my cock."

She hadn't even notice that your leaking dick was already at her entrance as you slammed into her as she screamed. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head tears of pleasure rolling down her face as you digged your fingers into her hips most likely to leave bruises.

"(M/N)! (M/N)! (M/N)! AHH~" as far as she knew or as much of her pleasured mind could remembered was to never make you jealous again.

"you deserve this punishment don't you my pretty slut~" you groaned the feeling of her walls fluttering tightly around you getting the best of you, all gin could do was nod to focused on your dick rearranging her insides.

"(M/N), please let me-ahh! Cum! mhm~" she begged for her realise. "what are you too fucked dumb to remember?" You growled, "this is a punishment after all~"

I hope this satisfies your lust this is my first time writing smut.

I hope you enjoyed your stay at miss Bunny's sex hotel~ come again~

#sub bungo stray dogs #sub bsd

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perfectpaperbluebirds · 2 years

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VapoRub

@sicktember 2022 Alt Prompt #2

Fandom/OCs: MCU Avengers, Sick!1940’s Bucky

Title: All For You

Words: 1139

Inspiration: This prompt about Bucky with a winter cold from the docks and the post about “I don’t like the sound of that cough/Thanks I’ve been practicing all day” that I can’t find :(

Author’s comments: This is the first Sicktember fic I wrote strangely enough. Looking at a list of 30 prompts is a tad overwhelming even if you have a plan for all of them, so while I went in order most of the rest of the month, this is the one that jumped out at me to help dip my toes in. Set before the events of CA:TFA obviously. Canon 1940’s Stucky (could be read as a ship or platonic, I kept it generic on purpose)

The door to the apartment clattered open with a bang and a roar of wind, making Steve jump and almost drop his drawing pad off the couch.

"Sorry, sorry. Wind," Bucky called hoarsely, slamming the door behind himself as he entered. "Didn't mean to scare you."

Steve stood up, wrapping his blanket around himself more snugly, and went to greet the other man. However, before Steve could approach, Bucky turned away to sneeze thickly into his elbow which he then followed up with a rattling cough. He turned back to the smaller man, red-faced and teary-eyed, but keeping his distance.

"Stay away, Stevie," Bucky croaked, scrubbing his face with his sleeve. "I caught something nasty at the docks. Don't want you to catch it."

Steve glanced out the window at the howling winter storm that was picking up. "I'm sure whatever you caught got a lot worse from you working outside, too."

"Wouldn't doubt it," Bucky sniffled, pulling off his boots with trembling hands.

"Oh Buck, you're shivering. I kept soup warm on the stove. Do you want some?"

"Please. And coffee," Bucky said thickly.

"Coming right up. Go sit down on the couch, right by the radiator."

"That's your spot."

"Tonight it's your spot."

If Bucky was going to reply, he was unable to as he was overcome with a messy sneezing fit just then. Steve took the opportunity to head to the kitchen and start the coffee, calling out a blessing from there. When he emerged a few minutes later, Bucky had made it to the couch, and was huddled on the far side, looking miserable and still shivering as he coughed harshly. Steve stood, waiting expectantly. Bucky gave him a questioning look, rubbing his chest as the coughing subsided.

"Move over. Closer to the heat," Steve directed.

"Steve–"

"Buck. Slide over. I'm not arguing about it. You're freezing, and I'm fine right now."

Bucky hesitated, and almost argued again, but with a sigh he finally complied. Steve handed him the mug of coffee and set down the soup, then went to fetch an extra blanket. As he returned, Bucky was coughing yet again, harsh and gasping.

"I don't like the sound of that cough one bit," Steve tsked, spreading the blanket over Bucky's lap as he sat down beside him and pressed a hand to the sick man's flushed face.

"Don't you? I've been practicing all day," Bucky croaked, pulling away from Steve's hand.

"Been practicing that fever, too? Because that's pretty impressive as well."

"That's… a recent development," Bucky muttered. "Which is why you really need to stay away. I don't want to know what'll happen to you if you catch this."

"My guess is you actually caught this from me and you working at the docks made it worse. I was sick just last week, remember? Still on antibiotics and everything. So you don't need to worry about me for once."

Bucky grunted, though whether it was in agreement or dissent it was hard to say, mainly because he was hitching into a sneeze at the same time:

"Khhpt'TTZZSSHuuh! TZZSSHOO!"

"Bless you," Steve murmured, handing him a handkerchief.

"Thangks," Bucky mumbled around a cough, burying his face in the linen to catch the rest of the chesty fit.

"You sound just awful. What's bothering you the worst? How can I help?"

"The cough's the worst. Makes everything hurt, down to my bones."

"I can help with a cough," Steve said, bouncing up excitedly. "We have cough syrup. Oh! And that fancy salve you got last time I had bronchitis, that VapoRub."

"I'll try anything," Bucky croaked miserably. "Long as it'll give me a chance at getting some sleep."

"Yeah, of course. Let me grab it!" Steve dashed off to the bathroom, leaving Bucky to try to get more comfortable on the couch, leaning back and closing his eyes. It really was pleasantly warm on this side of the couch. He'd have to remember to thank Steve for giving up his spot.

Steve was back in no time, holding both medicines. Bucky swallowed the cough syrup without much fuss, washing it down with the rest of his coffee. Meanwhile Steve seated himself on the couch beside the sick man once more.

"Okay, now lie down right here with your shirt off," Steve directed

"In your lap?" Bucky confirmed, looking skeptical.

Steve nodded. "I think that'll be the best way for me to easily reach your chest."

"I dunno, Stevie…."

"Just trust me."

Bucky sighed but did as he was asked, breaking out in gooseflesh as the air hit his feverish skin. Steve began to apply the salve right away with focused gentleness. Bucky's eyes slipped shut right away under the soothing touch. His skin was roastingly warm, and his congested breathing loud in the quiet room. Steve tried to keep himself from worrying as he spread a good layer of VapoRub over Bucky's chest.

Bucky seemed to slip into a doze and Steve didn't remove his hands for quite a while, not wanting to disturb him. However, when Steve finally stilled, Bucky's eyes opened immediately, meeting Steve's.

"How's that feel?" Steve asked.

"Better. Helps, I think. Feel like I can breathe a little easier," Bucky said with a yawn.

"Good. That's good," Steve said encouragingly, closing the jar. "Anything else I can do?"

Bucky shook his head wearily. "Just need to sleep. Maybe under a few extra blankets."

Steve quickly pulled the blanket up to Bucky's chin. "Anything you need." He was quiet for a moment. "You know, it's strange being on the other side. I'm always the one that's sick. But you can feel helpless being the healthy one too, can't you? I never realized."

Bucky smiled tiredly. "You get used to it. Especially taking care of a punk kid like you who always manages to get super sick, then get better somehow. You learn to live with it."

"Super sick,"Steve repeated humorlessly. "The only super I'll ever be."

Bucky gave him a long look. "What about super tired? Because that's what I am." Bucky slowly sat up with another deep cough. "Let's go to bed, Stevie. Things will be better in the morning."

"My ma used to say that," Steve said, also standing and stretching.

"It's what you always say to me when you're sick and tired," Bucky yawned, shuffling toward the bedroom.

"So it is," Steve agreed. "And it's always true."

"Well between the VapoRub and that ritual, I just hope I'm feeling better after some shut-eye." Bucky stifled another cough, pressing a hand to his chest as he did.

"If you need anything tonight, you wake me up, okay? Anything at all. I'm here for you."

"To the end of the line, right?" Bucky said with a small smile.

"To the end of the line."

#sicktember 2022 #alt prompt 2 #mcu avengers #sickfic #everyone is hotter with a fever

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donquxiotes · 2 years

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But what if you just ignore Ran's little 'problem' and just continue kissing him until you get bored? It isn't your fault he's so much of a cute whore for kisses. - The anon that just sent the other Ran ask

oh? seems like you want ran underneath you needy and jittery. when he try to buck his bulge against you, you don’t indulge him. instead you lift your body up —not giving him any friction nor satisfaction like he wanted. ran makes noises of dejection as he tries over and over to get something, anything whilst trying to pull back to breathe… but he’s still rock hard. if anything, your teasing makes it worse. his cock’s leaking little droplets of precum now.

you have the man pathetically whimpering, grabby hands at your clothes and teary eyed.

love this flavor. let’s just bully ran all 2022

#ran haitani.#ran haitani smut #sub tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers smut #ran smut #stepmama lewdings.

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allyouneedisbuck · 3 years

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teary eyed and beautiful

18+!! minors do not interact with this fic. if you do, you will be blocked.

summary -> steve feels awful about it, he does, but it’s something he just can’t help.

words -> 2.0k

warnings -> dacryphilia (being turned on by someone’s crying/tears), sub!steve, use of nicknames (honey, stevie baby/baby) handjob, unprotected penetrative sex, graphic wording (c*ck, c*nt, p*ssy, etc.)

notes -> i’m still new to nsfw, i’m exploring what i can write pls be gentle in your judgement of those scenes! also i am a sucker for sub!steve just something about that six foot man begging for you makes me 🥵

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It makes him feel guilty.

The way your eyes turn glassy and the whites of them grow a little red. Your makeup running down your cheeks and the heat he feels on your them when his hand comes up to wipe stray tears away.

So incredibly guilty for the rush of butterflies that flies through him and the want he feels for you when you look like this.

“What a joke.” You cry out as the screen fades to black. “Why are you making me watch this show still?”

The answer to that makes Steve feel worse. You’re pretty when you cry. “It was the first show I watched out of the ice, I thought you would like it.” It wasn’t a lie. That was why he had originally put the first episode of Game of Thrones on a couple weeks ago.

Then when he had first turned to see your reaction to one particularly emotional episode, he had decided he just had to watch the entire series with you.

Steve had initially been shocked and ashamed by the effect your teary eyes had on his body. Now while he still felt incredibly guilty, he let himself enjoy the reaction in realization it was the only way he would get it. He would never intentionally make you cry with harsh words or anything mean, but television shows and movies allowed him to relish this feeling.

“Well I can’t do this anymore!” You sniffle again. You rub harshly at your eyes as the credits play on the screen. “Steve, so many people die!” You look over at him with pretty, glassy eyes and Steve almost moans.

He had tried. He swears to whatever God was out there that he had tried to get over this weird affinity he had for your tears. “Well you have to see how it ends.” Steve smiles kindly at you and his hand comes up to rest on your cheek. “I promise, it gets better.”

You scoff, but lean into his palm. “I find that hard to believe.” Then you let out a resigned sigh. “But I can’t just not finish this show. You’re lucky I love you, Steve Rogers, or else I would call it quits on this binge watch.”

The opening credits begin to play, the strong instrumental blasting through the television speakers and you curl into Steve’s side again. His arm wraps around your shoulders as the scene begins to play, but his eyes find their way to you every few minutes and he relishes in the remnants of your tears.

So focused on your eyes, he doesn’t see your smirk.

☾

“One more episode! Then we can go to bed!” You plead with Steve. He shakes his head and tries his best to hide how painstakingly hard he is. “Come on, old man,” you shove gently at his shoulder, “it’s not even past your bedtime.”

The last episode had left you with choked breaths and tears quickly streaming down your cheeks and dripping onto your collarbones. Steve could barely look at you without thinking of how badly he wanted to be inside of you.

“I’m tired, honey. I want to shower before bed.” He groans before placing a kiss on the top of your head. He hates to do it, but he wants so desperately to get you into bed so he can take a shower and finally relieve himself. “And I know that episode was rough on you.”

You turn to face Steve on the couch, bringing your knees up under you. “Why not, Stevie baby?” You grin at Steve and if he wasn’t already achingly hard those words would have sent blood straight to his dick.

“Honey, I’ve got to-”

“Is it because you’re hard?” You hand comes to rest on his thigh. Steve had taken to wearing loose sweatpants and covering himself with blankets as you two watched the show in an attempt to hide his hard-on.

He had assumed, or hoped, that it had worked and you never noticed. “W-what are you talking about?” He stutters out as your hand moves further and further up his leg.

“I’m talking about hard you get when we watch the show, baby.” You explain, slipping your hand into his pants. Steve lets out a moan as your hand wraps around his cock. “At first I thought it was because of the sex scenes, then I realized it really only happened during the gory ones.”

You smirk. “I was a little worried, baby, I’m not gonna lie.” You’re moving at an agonizingly slow pace as you speak. Steve’s hips buck up involuntarily as you pull your hand away. “Then I caught you staring. I realized it was me. What does it for you? The tears?”

“Honey, please.” Steve’s head falls back against the couch cushion. “Please. Please.” He’s learned he’s not above begging, not when it comes to you. He’s so far past being guilty for what your tears do to him and all he wants is you.

You smile cockily down at him before spitting into the palm of your hand. “I know.” When your hand wraps around him again, Steve lets out a relieved moan. “What is it? Want you to tell me.”

You move slowly again. Steve looks at you pleadingly, but you still hold the same cocky smile. “Tell me, baby. I promise I’ll go faster. Get you closer.”

“It’s all of it.” Steve admits. Your hand moves just a little faster and the words come tumbling out of his mouth. “The way your eyes look, all glassy and wet. Fuck-” he inhales sharply, “-how hot your cheeks get, I love how they feel against my fingers. Please, honey.” He reaches his hand out towards you, wanting to feel you.

You let out a soft moan. “That’s... fuck.” You crawl towards him, your hand still pumping him, and his own hands land on your hips. “You like it when I cry? You think I look pretty, Steve?” You bring your non-dominant hand up to lift his chin so he’s looking at your face.

There are still signs of tears there. Dried tears and eyes still a little glassy. It almost sends Steve into orbit, you kneeling over him, tear stained cheeks and commanding tone of voice. “So pretty.” He whispers as his eyes trail over your face.

You move quickly, your hands moving to pull his sweatpants off. “Why didn’t you tell me?” You lean back to pull off your own shirt, leaving you in nothing but a bra and underwear.

Steve’s fingers trail up your stomach towards your breasts and leave goosebumps in their wake. “Didn’t want you to think I was weird.” He admits quietly as one finger trails over the curve of your breast.

Your mouth opens in a soft breath as Steve leans towards you. His mouth follows the same path his fingers did and your hand tangles in his hair.

It’s grown out since his retirement, long enough for you to yank on and pull him back to look up at you. “You could’ve told me.” You smile down at him sweetly. “You should’ve. I hate when you keep things from me.”

“I’m sorry.” Steve says immediately. You giggle at him and he feels his cheeks turn red in embarrassment. “Won’t happen again, baby.”

“Good.” You move to straddle his hips. Both of you moan at the newfound friction you can feel as you covered pussy rubs against his cock. “Keep being good for me and I might let you cum inside me, baby.”

Steve’s head falls so his forehead rests against your shoulder as a groan escapes him. “Please. Oh my god, please.” He pleads into your skin. You move to pull his boxers down until his dick is on display for you.

“You want me to ride you, honey?” You ask softly as you continue to rub over his hard length. Steve’s hips buck up in desperation as you grind against him.

“Yes.” He moans loudly as you press your hips down against him harder. “Want to feel you. Want to be inside you, please baby.” He bucks his hips up again.

You smirk down at him. “Since you asked so nicely. Need your help though.” Steve watches as you push your panties aside and his hand wraps around the base of his cock.

He watches in awe as you push yourself down on his cock. The both of you moan out in relief as Steve pushes his hips up until he’s all the way inside of you. “You feel so good inside me, honey.” Your hands land on his shoulders and you use them as stability to push yourself up and down on him.

“Fuck.” Steve can barely contain himself as his arms wrap around your waist. Your wet heat wraps around him so perfectly that it’s hard for him to hold himself back, especially after being so hard for hours. “You feel so good, fuck. Please.” He begs.

Steve doesn’t know where to focus as you ride him. His eyes move over your face twisted up in pleasure as you moan, your breasts moving as your body does and where your cunt meets his pelvis bone every time you slide down. It’s all too much and you seem to know it as you pull his hair so he’s looking into your eyes.

“You can’t cum. Not yet, honey.” Steve whimpers as you finish your sentence. You smile at him. “I know, I’ve got to cum first though. You want me to feel good too, don’t you?”

Steve nods quickly before moving his hand so it’s between your bodies. “Want to make you cum.” His body meets yours in messy thrusts as he focuses on rubbing your clit.

“So good for me.” You murmur breathily as you slow your own movements, letting Steve do more of the work. “You always make me feel so good.” You moan again.

Steve can feel you tighten around him and lets his head fall back against the couch as he moans loudly, “oh, fuck. Fuck. Please I’m-″ His hand falls away from your clit and moves to grip your hip as he bucks up harder.

“-I know.” You cut him off with a moan. “I can you feel you.” He can’t see you, his eyes screwed shut in pleasure, but he knows there’s a smirk on your face from the cocky tone of voice.

It turns him on even more, how well you know each other’s bodies. “You can come, Stevie baby. I want you to, please.” You lean towards him in a whisper. “Want you to look at me though.” Steve’s eyes open slowly as you grind down against him. “Come for me.” You order gently.

You kiss him, your lips pressing against his harshly as Steve’s hips stutter into his orgasm. He moans into your mouth when he feels you orgasm around him, your own hips faltering.

The two of you stay connected as you both heave out heavy breaths. “You really don’t think it’s weird?” Steve asks after a moment of silence.

You lean back to look at him with a reassuring smile. “Not at all. I just wish you had told me instead of making me watch this godforsaken show.” You tease before moving to lift yourself off of him.

Steve lets out an embarrassed laugh and his cheeks turn a light shade of red as he pulls his underwear back up. “We don’t have to watch it anymore if you don’t want to.” He says quietly.

“I want to.” You press a kiss to his shoulder. “I’ve got to finish it now. You’re with me for at least five more seasons, baby.”

Steve presses a kiss to the top of your head. “I guess you’re lucky I love you then.” He murmurs as you move around to press play on the television again. The instrumental blares through the television speakers again as you curl into Steve’s side and his arm wraps around you.

It’s like there’s a weight lifted from his shoulders as the episode begins to play. He knows this one, it’s a bad one and you’ll definitely get upset again, but now he knows his reaction isn’t something to be ashamed of.

Not with you.

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notes -> hey! i know it’s taking a little longer to get pieces out, august is pretty busy with me doing most of my pre-school errands and appointments before classes start again at the end of the month.

i hope you enjoyed this pieced though! definitely something new for me, but i’m pretty proud of it?? as far as how my nsfw writing is coming along

if you did enjoy, reblogs/replies are so greatly appreciated.

#steve rogers oneshot #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x fem!reader #steve rogers smut #steve rogers x female!reader #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers writing #steve rogers x you #steve rogers x y/n #steve rogers

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bambinella · 2 years

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Okay so I didn't know you took requests but OMG I love your writing and all of your fics are amazing I love the I'm home series. I was just wondering if I can request a Wanda x Kate x Yelena fic

where Yelena comes up with a plan to see if Wanda is ticklish and recruits Kate to help her and they try to sneak up on Wanda but Kate does something clumsy alerting her to their presence and Yelena shoves Kate forward basically sacrificing her so she can getaway and Wanda uses her powers and tickles Kate who pleads and tells her it was Yelena's idea after letting Kate go she finds Yelena later and punishes her to.

And if you're not against could you introduce tickling weapons like feathers maybe ☺️

A/N: Hey hey! Thank you so much for the request! It took me a day longer since I became sick, but I was happy enough to finish it for you now! I hope you enjoy! 🥰

Word count: 3784

“He told me my fish would die, the next day-”

“DEAD!”

“He told me I’d grow a gut,-”

“And just like he said!”

“Please, for the love of god, make it stop…”

“He said that all my hair would disappear, now look at my head!”

“Your fate is sealed when your prophecy is read!”

Natasha let out a heavy groan, pinching the bridge of her nose as she sat on the couch next to Kate and Yelena. For once she wished they didn’t share the same braincell, although it was funny most of the time. Over time Kate and Yelena had become good friends, and recently they had made an unspoken arrangement to team up and annoy the other Avengers, Natasha being their favorite target for obvious reasons.

“Alright that’s it, I’m gonna go play with Liho, you two pick another victim for now,” She said, shooting a playful yet warning glare in their direction. Both of them understood, not wanting to push Natasha any further for now. They were smart enough to know they would end up teary-eyed and giggling for a while. Standing up from the couch, Natasha made her way out of the living room, yet turned to her sister before she left, her eyes softening as she sent the unspoken message: she wasn’t annoyed, and Yelena could join her whenever she wanted. The blonde felt her heart swell with love, gently nodding as a reply. She had planned on joining her anyway.

“Good to know that there’s at least one thing I’m better at than you,” Kate teased, immediately earning Yelena’s full attention. Well, she had planned on joining her.

“Kate Bishop, I dare you to repeat that,” She said, narrowing her eyes at the archer, who grinned even wider. She finally had grown confident enough to tease Yelena, even if it usually ended up with her being murdered.

“I mean, your singing wasn’t bad, but I get why it reminded Natasha of Liho,” The brunette continued, waggling her eyebrows at her friend. That teasing smirk quickly turned into a yelp as Yelena pounced on her, her hands immediately reaching for the blonde’s shoulders to push her away.

“Oh Katie, it’s almost like you WANT me to kill you,” Yelena smirked, drilling her thumbs into Kate’s hips, making the young girl shriek and buck on the couch. Helpless giggles filled the room as the archer tried to roll off the couch, both hands now pushing a little bit more desperate against Yelena’s shoulders.

“Okahahay okaahahaahahahay stahahahap! I’m sohohhohorry! Aahahahaha!!” Kate giggled hysterically, while Yelena cackled mischievously while shaking her head.

“Oh no, you’re not getting out of this so easily, prepare to die,” She chuckled, kneading the center of Kate’s stomach, knowing it tickled worse. Kate immediately reached for her wrists, laughing her head off while closing her eyes shut.

Out of the corner of her eye Yelena spotted movement, causing her to look up. Wanda had entered the room to get a glass of water, slowly walking over to them with a fond smile on her face. Seeing Kate getting wrecked by Yelena wasn’t an uncommon sight anymore, and it was fascinating how Kate never seemed to learn her lesson. With a shake of her head and a smile, the witch left the common room again. Yelena watched her leave, her tickles ceasing as an idea formed in her head. Kate slowly caught her breath, grateful for the break she was granted.

“Say…” Yelena started, making Kate look up at her with curious eyes. “Do you know if crazy witch lady is ticklish?” She asked, making the archer blink.

“You mean Wanda?” She asked, sitting on her elbows as the assassin scooted off of her. “I think she is, I think everyone is ticklish somewhere,” Kate said, earning a huff and a chuckle from her friend.

“Yeah and then you have you, Katie, who is ticklish everywhere~” She teased, causing Kate to blush with an embarrassed expression.

“Shut up! Anyway, my point is that she’s probably ticklish. Why?”

“I think Natasha has mentioned that she’s ticklish before, but I’ve never seen it first class,” Yelena said, causing Kate to snort loudly. The blonde looked at her, raising one eyebrow. “What?”

“You mean ‘first hand’?” She teased with a giggle, only to get smacked in the face with a pillow. She definitely should have seen that one coming.

“Shut up! Don’t make me tickle you again,” Yelena growled playfully, causing Kate to shake her head quickly. Yelena huffed with a satisfied grin. “That’s what I thought… instead, I want to test out my theory. How about we go and try to tickle Wanda?” She suggested with a sly grin, having a new ‘victim’, as Natasha loved to call it. Kate, who had recently overcome her fear for the witch after realizing she wasn’t a bad person, smiled widely and nodded.

“I’m curious myself now,” She said, excitement building up inside of her.

“Alright Katie, here’s what we’re gonna do…” Yelena grinned, both of them huddling up as they started discussing their plan.

Later that day, the duo was crouching in the hallway, currently spying on Wanda who was watching television on the giant couch, unaware of the two women with mischievous intent. The two were hiding behind a small cabinet, Yelena turning to her partner in crime. “Alright, you know the plan?” She asked one more time. Kate nodded.

“On your sign we run into the living room, we pounce on her and we give her no time to use her magic. If she’s ticklish, we tickle her until she can’t retaliate, if she’s not… well it was nice to have known you,” Kate said, a smile creeping on her face. Yelena nodded, a smile tugging at her lips as well. It was so much fun to bully new victims. She knew they had to be quick, because Wanda was not to be underestimated. Natasha respected her for a good reason, after all. She held up her hand, counting down from three, signaling Kate to get ready. However, when Kate got up to bolt, she bumped her knee against the cabinet, causing her to trip and tumble over Yelena, sending them both to the floor.

“Who’s there?” Wanda called out, slightly spooked since she had been too absorbed into her movie to notice someone near. Yelena mentally cursed and shot a glare at Kate, who sheepishly shrugged with a smile. Deciding there was only one possible thing left to do, she shoved the younger girl towards the living room, before bolting away in the opposite direction.

The archer yelped as she got shoved, landing face-down next to the couch. Wanda, who had turned around, noticed her and raised an eyebrow, amused and surprised at the same time. “Kate? Are you okay?” She asked, causing the brunette to look up at her, her eyes wide and her mind running even wilder.

Oh shit… She pushed me and ran off? That bitch! There’s no way I can do this on my own, Wanda will destroy me if I try to tickle her! Okay stay calm, she can’t know I was spying on her… try to make it look like you tripped while heading to the kitchen, yeah! That should work…

Wanda blinked at the many thoughts suddenly invading her head, before smiling widely. Now this was interesting. However, she decided to play dumb for now, curious to see where this would go.

“Oh hey Wanda!” Kate said way too excitedly, quickly getting on her feet as she started dusting off her pants. “I was on my way to the kitchen and I bumped my knee into the cabinet, silly me,” The archer said with a shrug, trying hard to suppress the nerves rising within her. A sly smile appeared on Wanda’s face as she stood up from the couch.

“To the kitchen, you say? “She asked, earning a nod from the brunette. “Wouldn’t it be easier if you took the hallway directly leading to the kitchen?” She asked with a smile, trying not to chuckle at the ‘oh fuck’ she heard in her head.

“Yeah, but… I was taking a detour, y’know, taking a small walk,” Kate said, sounding less confident already. Wanda raised an eyebrow at the archer, her smile growing wider.

“A walk inside the building? You know Kate, I’ll give you this… you truly are a bad liar,” The witch said, before making a swift movement with her hand. Next thing Kate knew, her feet were no longer touching the ground as she got lifted into the air with a loud squeal.

“Oh my god! Okay, this is weird,” She let out a giggle of anticipation, watching Wanda walk closer to her. She didn’t trust the grin on her face for one second.

“I think you’re hiding something from me, Kate,” Wanda said innocently, tilting her head to the side. “Are you hiding something from me?” She asked, causing Kate to shake her head quickly with wide eyes, obviously lying.

“No no! Nope, I’m not hiding anything, mhm,” She rambled, only making the truth more obvious for both of them. She really was a bad liar.

“Hmmm… well I guess I’ll have to be a little more persuasive to get you to talk,” Wanda grinned mischievously, making another fancy move with her hands. Before Kate could even start to wonder what she meant by that, she suddenly felt a strong tingle inside of her stomach, strong enough to make her gasp. She immediately wrapped an arm around it, already feeling giggles build up inside of her.

“Oh?” Wanda smirked, stepping closer as she increased the tingles. The brunette started to snicker, clutching her own stomach while drifting into the air. “Does that tickle? Am I tickling you?” The witch teased, causing the dam to break for the poor archer.

“Aahahahha! Whahahahat ihihis thihihihis?! Maahahahake it stohohohop!” She giggled, starting to blush at the word ‘tickle’. She noticed Wanda’s magic, the ‘red wisps’ as people called them, appear next to her sides, and she could only watch as it moved towards her stomach. The moment it touched her skin, it felt as if her stomach was being tickled by multiple feathers, causing her to squeal with laughter.

“NO! NOHHOHOHO WAHAHAHAIT! AHAHAHHAHA THAHAHAHAT TIHIHIHIHICKLES!” The brunette cried out, throwing her head back as she started to pat at her own stomach. She quickly realized, to her horror, that no matter how much she tried to slap the magic away, there was nothing she could do to stop the ticklish sensations.

Wanda smiled widely, her tongue slightly sticking out to the side as she stood in front of Kate, watching the archer turn into a giggling mess. She was truly happy Kate was no longer scared of her, since she found the girl adorable, and this was the perfect time to start bonding with her.

“So… anything you want to tell me?” She asked, raising an eyebrow as Kate shook her head. “Nooo? Guess I’m not persuasive enough yet…” Wanda teased, slowly wiggling her nails upwards towards her socked feet. Kate’s eyes widened immediately and she tried to squirm away, only to realize she couldn’t move her legs and was barely able to wiggle her feet.

Wanda wiggled her nails against the bottoms of the brunette’s feet, making her shriek with laughter while throwing her head backwards, all while hugging her own belly. The witch scribbled at her heels and arches, before fluttering her nails under her toes, only to return back down to her heels. Kate howled with laughter, unable to handle all the tickles at once. Her stomach tingled like crazy from inside out, the magic made it feel like there were feathers caressing her skin, and the gentle strokes on her feet tickled worse than anything Yelena had ever done to her.

“PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE! MAHAHAHAHAKE IT STAHAHAHAHAHAP!! IHIHIHIHI’LL TAAHAHAHAHALK!!” She shrieked, tears of laughter shining at the corners of her eyes, her cheeks bright red from both blushing and laughing so much. Wanda smirked and immediately ceased her tickles, allowing the young girl to breathe.

“Ah… ohoho man… ohoho that tihihickled… hah…” Kate giggled, taking deep breaths as she caught her breath, before turning to Wanda with a sheepish grin. “Do you promise not to murder me after I tell you?” She asked, earning a smirk from the witch.

“That will depend on how truthful you are~,”

“Gah… okay here goes… Yelena and I were curious if you were ticklish, so we planned to ambush you, yet when I bumped into the cabinet she sacrificed me and ran off,” Kate said, grumbling the last part while folding her arms, making Wanda chuckle again. She knew that what she said was true, and honestly wasn’t even surprised about Yelena being the mastermind behind it.

“Alright first things first… I know you’re telling the truth, because I read your mind as soon as you entered the room,” The witch said with a teasing grin, Kate’s jaw dropping wide open.

“Wait… you can read minds?? Then why did you tickle me in the first place!” She cried out at the betrayal.

“That was because you were lying to me,” Wanda said with a smile, slowly walking behind the archer, who was still floating on her back in the air. “This… well, this is for planning to tickle me,” She smirked, gently skittering her nails up and down Kate’s sides. The brunette let out another shriek and slammed her arms to her sides, grateful for the movement she had yet unable to fully block the tickles.

“Nohohohoho stahahahahap! I’m sohohohohorry! Aahhahaha thahahahat tihihihickles!! Wandaaaaaaaahahahahahaahahahahaha!!” She turned back into a giggling, hysterical mess in no time, with Wanda tickling her sides, ribs, back, neck, and even her ears with the most gentle, maddening tickles she had ever experienced. When Kate’s cheeks were bright red again and her giggles too fast to protest anymore, Wanda lowered her to the ground with a smirk, gently laying her down as she showed her mercy.

“Now… that was a warning, for when you think about tickling me again in the future,” She smirked, winking at the young archer, who quickly nodded while still giggling.

“I was just curious! Yelena is the one who came up with the plan!” Kate whined with a huff.

“Oh I know, and she’s going to pay for it too,” Wanda promised with a smirk, crouching next to her. “Now… there might be a chance you’ll get off of my ‘going to get tickled because I feel like it’ list…” She said, smiling mischievously as Kate’s eyes went wide again, now fully realizing the consequences of her actions. “... if you tell me how to tickle Yelena to death,” She concluded.

Kate blinked, tilting her head in that cute way. “If I give you tips on how to wreck Yelena, I get off your list?” She questioned, earning another chuckle from her friend.

“I’d say there’s a 50/50 percent chance, but yes, it’ll be in your favor,” Wanda nodded.

The archer grinned mischievously, not a single trace of doubt in her mind. Oh this was going to be good; she had quite a bit of information about Yelena’s tickle spots, thanks to Natasha.

They both expected Yelena to be on guard for the rest of the remaining day, so Wanda knew it would be best to strike the next day. Just like they thought, the blonde was nowhere to be seen, but that only gave the two of them more time to prepare. She had asked if Kate wanted to get revenge, but the archer had quickly shaken her head, claiming Yelena’s revenge would be even worse. So, the next day, Wanda made her way through the compound, searching for Yelena.

Yelena and Natasha were cuddling on the couch, the blonde laying on top of her sister as they watched television, both of them distracted. Wanda grinned as she finally spotted Yelena, considering her options since she didn’t want to invoke Natasha’s wrath for interrupting their cuddles, before deciding she’d probably end up alright. With a swift move, she lifted Yelena into the air, who let out a strangled yelp. Natasha looked up in surprise and alarm, immediately spotting Wanda. Wordlessly, she raised an eyebrow, the question crystal clear.

“Don’t worry, Natasha, I just need Yelena for a moment, since she obviously thought she escaped from the payback coming for her,” She said with a wink, turning her head towards the younger sister. Natasha immediately calmed down, a curious smile appearing on her face while Yelena, who had been cursing and protesting, now let out a loud groan. Oh no.

“This one thought it was a good idea to team up with Kate, to try and tickle me,” Wanda explained with a grin, lowering Yelena on the couch, using her powers to pin her down on her back. “However, when things turned sour, she sacrificed Kate and made a run for it, making our beloved archer suffer quite a bit. So, I think it’s only fair if you get your fair share too,” She grinned at the younger sister.

“Crazy witch lady, you better let me go right now!” Yelena tried to sound threatening, yet failed in doing so as a nervous smile crept onto her face. She knew she was going to get tickled, and anticipation was building up inside of her. Wanda smirked down at her, wasting no time as she wiggled her fingers in the air above her, before digging into her ribs. The blonde shrieked and immediately arched her back, tugging at her trapped arms.

“Nohohohohohoho!! Noohohoho stohohohop ihihihihit!! StaaaHAHAHAHHAHAP!” Her laughter shot up in volume as the witch kept squeezing up and down her ribs, her head shaking side to side. Wanda grinned and, following Kate’s instructions, suddenly switched spots to throw Yelena off guard, her nails ticklishly scratching against her stomach.

“BAAHAHAHHAHAHA NOHOHHOHOO! NATASHAAAHAHAHA HEHEHEHEHEHELP!” The younger sister shot a look towards her sister, yet to her horror Natasha shook her head, watching her with folded arms and a smile.

“Sorry little one, it seems you got yourself into this mess,” The redhead teased, ignoring the glare she got from Yelena as she winked at her.

“As an Avenger, you cannot sacrifice your friends, it’s a very important rule Yelena,” Wanda teased, flicking her hands once more to summon her red wisps. Next thing she knew, Yelena felt the sensation of fingernails scribbling behind her knees, along with the fingernails scratching at her stomach, sending her straight into a new wave of laughter.

“IHIHIHIHIHI’LL KIHIHIHIHIHILL YOHOHOU FOHOR THIIIIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIS!!” She cried out, once again trying to sound threatening. However, with her eyes closed shut and a massive wide grin on her face, Wanda couldn’t help but adore Yelena in that moment.

“Sure you will, but until then I’ll tickle you until you’re nothing more than a puddle of giggles,” The witch teased, sneaking both hands under the assassin’s arms as she lightly wiggled her fingers, earning deep-belly laughs and even more threats. When her laughter turned wheezy, Wanda pulled away and stopped her tickles, granting Yelena the same break she had given to Kate. The younger sister was still giggling yet caught her breath faster than Kate had, her entire upper body feeling tingly as she tried to get up.

“Ah ah, you’re getting a moment to breathe but I’m not done yet,” Wanda smirked, pulling a stiff feather from inside her coat, smiling widely at the gasp she heard. Yelena looked at her with wide eyes, shaking her head quickly. “A little birdie, no wait actually, a little puppy told me a certain weakness of yours,” She said, moving to sit on Yelena’s shins.

“Don’t you dare! Don’t you even DAHAHARE!” She cried out, already bursting into loud giggles when she felt a gentle brush against her toes. Wanda grinned over her shoulder at the blonde, playfully wiggling her eyebrows as she started to swipe the feather side to side underneath her toes. Within seconds Yelena was cackling hysterically again, her toes unable to avoid the ticklish touches, thanks to the magic.

“Oh but I do dare, actually,” She teased, sawing the feather between her helpless toes, using her free hand to tickle the middle of her other foot. While the witch had granted her the freedom to move her arms again, her feet were stuck in place, which only made it tickle more. Her ‘red wips’ had returned, tickling at the tops of her knees in that gentle, maddening way. Yelena banged one fist on the couch, shrieking with laughter from the tickles on her most ticklish spots.

“WAHAHANDA PLEHEHEHEHEHHEASE!! I’M SOHOHHOHORRY! MAHAHAHAKE IT STAHAHAHAAHAHAP!” Yelena cried out, making the witch cease her attack by surprise. This was the first time the blonde had called her by her actual name, and not the ‘crazy witch lady’ she had grown used to. She smirked and turned around to face Yelena, the feather still lightly brushing over the tops of her toes.

“You’re sorry?” She asked with a smile, causing the pinned assassin to nod with loud giggles. “Hmmm… alright, I’ll let you live for now,” She smirked, and Yelena felt the invisible force holding her down disappear.

“So, what did you learn?” Wanda asked with a teasing smile, earning a huff from Yelena. “Next time I won’t count on Kate Bishop, and I’ll come for you myself,” She replied, a smile tugging at her lips as she noticed the ever-so-faint nervous look Wanda got, before shaking it off with a roll of her eyes.

“You’re as impossible as your sister,” She said, winking at Natasha who simply shot her a playful glare. “But I’m gonna let you go for now, since I don’t want to face your sister’s wrath for actually killing you and interrupting your cuddle time any longer,” Wanda teased, waving at them both before leaving the living room. Natasha watched her go with a smile, before turning to Yelena with an even bigger smile.

“You’re gonna go after her, aren’t you?” She asked, opening her arms so Yelena could crawl on top of her again, which the blonde did immediately.

“I’m thinking Kate also deserves a visit… she obviously helped Wanda,” She grumbled, earning a chuckle from Natasha. “She did that after you left her to suffer, so…”

“As an Avenger you can’t sacrifice your friends, right? She clearly sacrificed me by giving highly sensitive information to the enemy, so I’ll need to have a word with her,” Yelena concluded with a nod and a smile. Natasha simply shook her head, rubbing her hand over her sister’s back.

“Sure sure… after cuddling, though, right?” The redhead asked, earning a bump to her chin as Yelena nodded.

“After cuddling,”

#Marvel #Black Widow #Natasha Romanoff #Yelena Belova #Kate Bishop #Wanda Maximoff #Scarlet Witch #Hawkeye #Natasha x Yelena #Kate x Yelena #Wanda x Kate x Yelena #ticklish!Yelena #ticklish!Kate #Fluff #Tickling #I love them so much

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Haikyuu!! Sentence Starters #61-70

A collection of the Haikyuu sentence starters I’ve done, compiled for the sake of ease. These are all stand-alone stories.

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61) Lee Oikawa, Ler Iwa

“Do not change the channel.”

“But this is so boring!”

“Leave the remote, Toru.”

Oikawa promptly ignored Iwaizumi and leaned forward from his place on the couch, trying to grab the remote that would change the channel from this Old American West TV show to literally anything else.

“Toru!” Iwa snapped, reaching over to squeeze his side, effectively stopping him with a squeal and some giggles. “Leave it!”

“But nothing’s happening! I want to watch sci-fi or something.” Oikawa reached for the remote again, and again received a sharp squeeze to his side for his trouble. He collapsed back onto the couch cushion with high-pitched giggles. “Hajime!”

Iwa smirked. “Reach for it again. I dare you.”

Oikawa pouted. “You’re so mean.”

“Go on. Do it again.”

The setter hesitated, watching his friend closely. He couldn’t decide if he was bluffing or not, but either way, he made a desperate grab for the remote, faster this time. He was able to pick it up, but only at the expense of being tackled onto the couch with fingers digging into his ribs and sides. “Nohohohohohoho! Stahahahahahahap!”

“Change the channel, captain,” Iwa teased mercilessly, reaching one hand down to squeeze his hip, and Oikawa bucked and nearly fell onto the floor. “Change it. Watch your sci-fi. Go on, Toru!”

“HAHAHAHAHAJIME!!” Oikawa screamed, dropping the remote onto the ground in favor of grabbing his friend’s wrist, trying to pry him away from his sensitive hip. “STAHAHAHAHAHAP!!”

Iwa instead chose to knead his thumb into the hip bone. Oikawa threw his head back and absolutely cackled, writhing helplessly.

“PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE, IWA-CHAHAHAHAHAHAN!!”

“Too late, Toru. You distracted me from my show.” The ace smirked, keeping up his tickling assault. “Lucky for you, this is far more entertaining!”

62) Lee Oikawa, Lers Aoba Johsai Teammates

Oikawa was completely losing his mind with laughter. He struggled as best he could from his position stuck under the bleachers in their gym – why had he thought to crawl under after the volleyball in the first place?! – shrieking and cackling as fingers dragged along his ribs, scribbled over his spine, squeezed his thighs, spidered along his knees, and raked up and down his soles. He didn’t even know how many of his teammates were on him right now; he couldn’t see anything from here. All he could do was feel it, and it was driving him absolutely crazy.

“PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!” he begged, unable to do little more than squirm side to side for the several pairs of hands holding him firmly in place, tickling and tickling and tickling him. “PLEASE, STOHOHOHOHOHOP!! I CAHAHAHAHAHAN’T TAHAHAHAKE BEING TIHIHIHIHICKLED!!”

“Seems like you’re taking it just fine to me~” one of his underclassmen teased.

A particular swipe of fingers down his arches made Oikawa squeal, slapping his palms against the floor under the bleachers. “PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!”

Someone squeezed his ribs, someone else slowed to a light tracing along his inner thighs. This latter nearly made him scream with laughter; the light touches always tickled so much worse than the harsh ones. For him, at least.

“I got a feather!” someone called.

“FEATHER?!” Oikawa cried, making his teammates laugh. “NONONO NO FEHEHEHEHEATHERS!! NAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!” The light plume began dragging its way up his leg, from the heel of his foot to the inner thigh and even further up, dragging along his spine on its way to his neck. Oikawa burst into helpless giggles, wishing desperately that he had some room to squirm, but finding very little, if any at all.

Then someone started pinching his hips, and the team captain lost all pride as he began to laugh so hard his hysterics went silent. He slapped his palms on the ground, trying to find some way to break out of this tickle torture dungeon he’d gotten himself into.

“Ooh, good spot, captain?” someone teased him, kneading harder into his worst spot.

“PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!” Oikawa begged, crying with laughter at this point. “MEHEHEHEHEHERCY!! I BEHEHEHEHEG YOU!! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!!”

Finally his teammates had their fill, and they helped him wiggle his way out from under the bleachers, red-faced and teary-eyed and panting like he’d just run a marathon. But he had a big, dopey grin on his face, and he’d never felt higher on dopamine in his life.

63) Lee Hinata, Lers Karasuno Teammates

“Come on, Hinata,” Noya teased, sitting on his waist and digging into his ribs, making the poor tangerine scream with laughter. “You know you wanna say it~”

Daichi and Suga held his arms above his head, scribbling into his underarms. The captain remarked, “I’m honestly impressed he’s lasted this long.”

“Yeah,” Suga agreed. “You’re getting him pretty good, Noya.”

Hinata squealed as if to make their points, tossing his head back with absolute hysterics. He couldn’t even kick to relieve some of his ticklish frustration because Kageyama was sitting on his knees, scribbling over his thighs with a wicked, wicked grin. He was having way too much fun with this gang tickling thing.

“Yeah, come on, short stack,” the setter teased relentlessly. “You know you want to give up. Just say it.”

Hinata was absolutely losing his mind laughing; all of his worst spots were being targeted at once and he could barely focus on what they were saying, let alone think clearly to form any kind of smart response. He knew he was far too ticklish to take this for much longer, but he was bound and determined not to give them the satisfaction of begging them to stop. Wasn’t that how he got here in the first place?

After a practice match earlier that day Kenma had accidentally brushed against his side, causing the redhead to yelp and say, “stop!” before anything even really happened. Kageyama had overheard and teased him that he couldn’t handle more than a little poke to his ribs, and of course, Hinata had to open his big mouth and claim he could last being tickled a long time before begging for mercy.

So here he was now.

“How long has it been, do you think?” Daichi asked Suga.

Suga glanced at his phone, which he’d opened up to a timer when they started all of this. “Almost three minutes.”

Noya laughed. “He looks like he’s dying to ask us to stop.”

“Why don’t you, then, shorty?” Kageyama taunted, grinning evilly. “All you have to do is say one little word.”

But Hinata was nothing if not determined, so despite his loud, screaming hysterics and his pure desperation to push Noya off of his freaking ticklish ribs, he shook his head and forced himself not to say anything.

His teammates grinned at each other, shrugged, and unanimously decided to indulge in this little game for as long as it took.

64) Lee Kuroo, Lers Iwa and Oikawa

“Kenma would be happy to see you in this state,” Iwaizumi observed casually, as though he and Oikawa weren’t currently tickling Nekoma’s captain into a desperate, cackling mess.

Kuroo struggled against them. Each of them had one of his arms and were holding him firmly in place while they tickled his ribs and sides, making him squirm and laugh while he struggled to stay on his feet. “Shut uhuhuhuhup! Dohohohohon’t bring him ihihihinto this!”

“He was already a part of this conversation.” Oikawa hummed, smirking. “Or have we tickled you so much you’ve forgotten why you got yourself into this predicament?”

“I’m not reheheheheady!” Kuroo protested, squealing and arching his back when Iwa strayed a little too close to his underarm. “Stohohohohohop it!”

Iwa said reasonably, “If you don’t just rip off the Band-Aid now, you’re never going to. Ready or not, you’ve got to tell him.”

“Nohohohohohoho!”

Oikawa sighed. “Ah, Kuroo. Must we really tickle it out of you?”

“Bahahahahahahack off!” Kuroo yelped, his laughter turning more frantic when both his underarms were tickled at once. “Lehehehehet me go! It’s nohohohohone of your business anywahahay!”

Oikawa met Iwa’s gaze, and they shared a knowing smirk before reaching around to rake their fingers down Kuroo’s back in tandem, causing the taller boy to let out a rather high-pitched shriek before laughing so hard he finally couldn’t keep his footing anymore.

“NOHOHOHOHOHO, STAHAHAHAHAP!! THIS ISN’T FAHAHAHAHAHAHAIR!!”

“Tell him,” the Aoba Johsai players said in unison.

“NOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!”

“Fine, then.” Oikawa chuckled as they worked together to push him to the ground, pinning him in place to tickle him into submission. “We have ways of changing your mind~”

65) Lee Noya, Ler Kageyama

“Eeeehahahahahahahaha! K-Kahahageyamahahahaha!” Noya squealed, kicking and squirming to no avail. He was pinned to the floor by the first-year setter, arms crossed at the wrists above his head, Kageyama kneeling over him with his knees pressed into his hips to keep him in place as he tickled. “Stahahahahahahahap!”

Kageyama’s eyes flashed mischievously, but he couldn’t hide the wide, excited smile on his lips as he used his free hand to travel from the libero’s underarm to his ribs, digging in gently but still with enough pressure to keep him laughing rather than just giggling.

“Plehehehehehehease, stahahahahahahap!” Noya shrieked. He bucked his hips (the little that he could) when Kageyama reached his ribs, making him twist to the side uselessly, hysterics turning screechy. “Kageyama, plehehehehehehease!”

In response, the setter let his hand travel further down to his belly and sides, quickly leaving them behind in favor of the libero’s hips when his cackling died down for a brief moment. He smiled even wider at the yelp he pulled from his upperclassman, followed by a long string of pleading protests.

“W-Why ahahahaharen’t you sahahahaying anything?!” Noya squeaked at last, bringing a leg up to try and kick Kageyama in the backside when he got a little too close to his worst spot.

“Sorry,” Kageyama replied in a quiet, almost awestruck voice. “I think I’m just kind of…mesmerized.”

“Whahahahahat?”

“Your laugh. I’ve never really heard it like this before.” Kageyama pressed a thumb into Noya’s inner thigh, pleased with the loud scream it caused. “It’s hard to want to stop.”

“AGHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NAHAHAHAHAHA!! NOT THEHEHEHEHERE, YOU JEHEHEHEHEHEHERK!!” Noya tried bucking his hips again to escape the strong, ticklish sensations now shooting through his body, but that’s when Kageyama decided to straddle him, bringing his thrashing to an abrupt end, making his laughter go up an octave and become even wilder. “NONONO STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!! KAGEYAHAHAMA PLEHEHEHEHEASE!!”

Kageyama was full-on beaming now, struggling but determined to keep Noya pinned and helpless as he tickled, focusing on the spot that got the most genuine laughter from him. “I like hearing you laugh like this,” he said, so quietly Noya almost didn’t hear him. “But I…I can stop if you really want me to.”

Noya spasmed when a particularly sensitive nerve bundle was hit, and his laughter went silent for a few moments before Kageyama eased the pressure enough to allow him to respond. He gasped for breath, looking up at his tormentor through giggly, squinty vision, surprised to see the look of honest eagerness on his face. The libero shivered, twisted to hide his face in his shirt sleeve. “Ugh. You’re lucky I like you.”

Kageyama blinked. “Noya?”

Noya bit his lip, considering, then finally let out a long whimper and squeezed his eyes shut. “Fine, just – just stop when I tell you to again, okay?”

The setter’s eyes lit up, and his smile was back, and Noya would have melted at the sight if he weren’t busy throwing his head back with a fresh round of hysterical laughter.

66) Lee Kenma, Ler Kuroo

“You are the best friend I’ve ever had,” Kuroo said seriously, “and I don’t want to lose that.”

Kenma gave him a sideways glance, surprised and mildly concerned. “There’s no need to get all emotional about it. You’re my best friend, too.”

“I appreciate you. I dragged you into learning to play volleyball and you went with it so well.”

“Seriously, are you dying?” The setter paused his game to give Kuroo his full attention. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing.” Suddenly Kuroo was smirking. “I just didn’t want to ruin the progress you made when I started to tickle you.”

“Wha – AGH!!” Kenma squealed when his bigger, taller friend pushed him over onto his bed, fingers deep in his ribs, making him choke on a laugh and try to push him away. “Nohohohohohoho! Kuroo, you jeheheheheheherk!”

“I just want to show you how much I appreciate you,” Kuroo teased, settling himself easily on Kenma’s hips and reaching under his shirt to scratch deliberately at the bare skin of his sides and belly.

“Aiiehehehehehehehehe! I f-feheheheheheel appreheheciated, Kuroo! Plehehehehehehease!” The setter squirmed and giggled on the bed, grasping Kuroo’s wrists but not really trying to push him away. A light pink hue colored his cheeks. “Nohohohohohohoho!”

“Aww, what’s the matter, Kenma? My best friend in the whole world?”

“Kuhuhuhuhuhuhuroo!”

“Is someone a little ticklish, hmm?”

“Plehehehehehehease – NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHEHEHEHEHERE!!” Kenma tossed his head back with a screech of panicked laughter when his friend got to his hot spot – his underarms. He bucked and tossed himself around as best he could, but the next thing he knew Kuroo had both of his wrists snatched up and pinned above his head, forcing him to lay there and take the tickling that was slowly but surely driving him insane. “EHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! KUROO!!”

“Whaaaaat?” Kuroo chuckled, grinning wickedly at his friend, whom he knew was having more fun than he was letting on. “I just want to see you smile!”

67) Lee Suga, Ler Daichi

“I’m sorry, I’m confused,” Daichi teased, a grin creeping across his face as he pinched his friend’s sides. “You said you weren’t ticklish, but I’m tickling you and you’re laughing.”

Suga gripped his shoulders, desperate not to give in so quickly, no matter how many traitorous giggles spilled past his lips without permission. He’d been backed into a wall – quite literally – and now had to figure some way out of this mess before his friend found his worst spot.

“N-Nohohohot t-t-tihihihicklish,” he attempted to reaffirm, shaking his head through his snickers. “Just…l-lahahahaughing at your attehehehehempts to try.”

“Mhm.” Daichi slid up to his ribs, kneading purposefully, pinning Suga against the wall harder when he started squirming more violently. “What’s this? More not-ticklish reactions?”

“I’m nohohohohohot!” Suga insisted, hands flying down to grab at Daichi’s arms. “Y-You’re huhuhuhuhurting me, thahahat’s all!”

“Oh, am I?” Daichi feigned concern, switching from kneading to gentle rubbing, like he was trying to massage the pain away. “I’m terribly sorry; let me fix that for you~”

Suga couldn’t help the slew of high-pitched giggles that burst out of him. He arched his back, pushing at Daichi frantically. “Nonono that’s worse, that’s wohohohohohohorse!”

The team captain smirked. He was amused by his friend’s resistance, despite it being painfully obvious that he was, in fact, ticklish. He decided to try one more spot, shoving his hands under Suga’s arms. “What about here? Does it ‘hurt’ here?”

“Nohohohohohoho! Dahahahahaichi!”

“No? It doesn’t hurt? That’s great!” Daichi smiled wickedly, leaning in close to the setter’s face. “Does that mean it…tickles?”

Suga’s cheeks flushed red, and seconds later his resolve crumbled under all of the teasing and gentle but persistent tickling. “Fihihihihihine, okahahahahay! I’m tihihihihihicklish! Dahahaichi, please, stohohohohohop!”

Daichi chuckled, only digging in harder, making Suga laugh louder. “Nah. I think you deserve a little more, Suga.”

68) Lee Noya, Ler Tanaka

“Ah-HA!! N-No – Tanahahahahaka, nohohohoho!” Noya squealed as the taller second-year pushed him down onto the couch, fingers deep in his ribs. The libero kicked and squirmed, but Tanaka only laughed and dodged out of the way.

“I knew it! I knew you had to be ticklish!”

Moments before they’d been playing video games, during which Noya’s character had – for the tenth time in a row – beaten Tanaka’s. Frustrated but still feeling playful, Tanaka did the first thing that came to mind, which was tickle his smaller friend into submission since he couldn’t beat him in virtual combat. He’d been hoping the libero was actually ticklish (it would have been even more humiliating if he wasn’t), but now he was pleasantly surprised to find that his cool little friend was not only ticklish, but extremely so.

Noya tossed his head back and shrieked. “TANAKAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”

“Oh? Did I find a good spot? Huh, Noya? Did I?” Tanaka giggled along with his friend, kneading his thumbs into his bottom ribs while using the rest of his fingers to curl into the backs of them. It seemed to be a deadly combination for the libero, whose laughter had turned screechy and wild as he bucked and kicked.

“STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP IT!! S-SOHOHOHOHOHORE LOHOHOHOHOSER!! LET ME GO – TANAKA YOU JEHEHEHEHEHEHERK!!”

“Keep calling me names, Noya!” Tanaka smirked. “See how well that goes for you.”

“YOU’RE JUHUHUHUHUST MAD I KEHEHEHEHEHEEP BEATING YOHOHOHOU!!”

“Yes, good. Taunt me more, why don’t you?”

Noya’s face was turning red and he was desperately gasping for air at this point. Finally he tapped weakly on Tanaka’s arms. “OKAY, I GIHIHIHIHIHIVE!! LET ME GOHOHOHO!! PLEHEHEHEASE!!”

Grinning, Tanaka stopped his attack, sitting back with a satisfied smirk. “Heh. Knew you had to be at least a little ticklish, Noya! Good to know for the next time you start kicking my virtual butt – h-hey, what are you—? Nohohohohohoya!”

Noya latched onto Tanaka’s sides and dug in deep. He chuckled wickedly even as he panted, still recovering from his own assault. “I’ll show you what happens when you mess with me, Ryu!”

69) Lee Kenma, Lers Nekoma Teammates

“Come on, Kenma,” Kuroo groaned, looking over the top of the camera. “Just a little smile.”

“I can’t smile on command.”

The team captain sighed. He was trying to set up the camera to take a picture after ten seconds so he could run and join the others for their team photo of the year, but he wasn’t going to do it until Kenma agreed to at least try and smile.

“Don’t worry, captain,” Lev replied, reaching around from where he stood in the back to wiggle a finger in Kenma’s side. “We can get him to smile one way or another.”

Kenma tried to scramble away, but in seconds a few others closest to him had joined in, grabbing his limbs and tickling his sides, ribs, and thighs, making him burst into giggles whether he wanted to or not.

Kuroo smiled. “Good idea! Just let us know when you’re ready to smile on your own, Kenma.”

“Stohohohohop it!” Kenma squealed, eyes squeezed shut and lips turned up in a huge grin he couldn’t control. “No fahahahahair! Don’t tihihihihickle me!”

His teammates teased him playfully, one after the other.

“Come on, smile for us!”

“Smile for the cameraaaa~”

“You know you want to!”

“Tickle, tickle, tickle!”

Finally, with a squeal, the setter cried, “Okahahahahay, fine! Fine, I’ll smihihihihile!”

Kuroo quickly fussed with the camera settings, then pressed a button and hurried to stand at the end of the group to pose for their official team photo. He didn’t look at Kenma before the flash went off, but once it did, he practically lunged for his smaller friend and yelled, “Get him!”

Once again Kemna was sent into fits of cackling laughter as his entire team ganged up on him at once, making him shriek and giggle as the camera continued to click quietly in the background, taking extra photos of his beaming smile that Kuroo would treasure for many years to come.

70) Lee Suga, Ler Daichi

“It’s just one little feather! It can’t tickle that bad,” Daichi teased, grinning down at Suga as he lay helplessly pinned to the floor, a feather from one of their gym’s dusters twirling in his belly button.

Suga’s face was already red, hysterical giggles spilling from his mouth as he squirmed and pleaded. “Thahahahahahat’s not for yohohohohou to sahahahahahay! It tihihihihihihickles a lot! D-Dahahahaichi, plehehehehease!”

“Really? Just this one tiny, super soft feather tickles you that bad?” The team captain smirked. “What would happen if I used the whole duster, then?”

Suga’s eyes went wide. “Dohohohohohon’t!”

“Why not?~”

The silver-haired setter whimpered, arching his back when Daichi flipped the feather over so the slightly harder bit was digging into his most ticklish spot instead. It seemed to send shockwaves through him, as he jerked and shook his head and squealed, growing steadily desperate.

“Dahahahahahai! Plehehehehehehease!” Suga cried. He gasped in a grateful breath of air when the feather finally disappeared, only for it to be replaced with his captain’s finger instead. He let out a shriek and exploded with laughter. “NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! DAHAHAHAHAHAICHI, NO MOHOHOHOHOHOHORE!! PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE, I CAHAHAHAHAN’T!!”

“I love how this tiny little spot gets you hyena laughing in an instant,” Daichi chuckled. Sure enough, seconds later Suga’s infamous hyena cackles began to fill the air, amusing the tickler and embarrassing the ticklee. “There it is! It’s so much fun to make you laugh like this, Kou.”

“STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!!” Suga begged, going insane from the persistent tickling of his death spot. “PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE, I’LL DO ANYTHIHIHIHIHIHING!!”

Sensing he was nearing a limit, Daichi finally let up, skittering his fingers teasingly over the soft flesh of his setter’s belly and sides before finally letting him up again with a grin. “Have fun, bud?”

Suga punched him in the shoulder, and they both laughed.

#fanfiction #tickle fic #tickle drabbles #compilation #quick prompts #sentence starters #coffee shots #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#hq

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kvmberly · 3 years

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if i can’t have you.

20 day song imagines masterlist | main masterlist

pairing: bucky barnes x 40’s!reader

pronouns: she/her

genre: angst, some fluff

warning: one curse word and mentions of death.

word count: 1.7k

synopsis: bucky spends years tracking down a necklace from a past lover that he just can't stop thinking about but ended up finding something even better.

this means flashbacks

The first time Bucky remembered y/n was after his first fight with Steve, Sam, and Natasha. He was so confused that Steve knew him and all the memories from his past life were slowly flowing back.

"James! Don't throw that at me!" y/n laughed running from him.

they were having a water-balloon fight. It was a sunny afternoon in Brooklyn and they were quick to take advantage of the sunny weather.

"Doll i'm not going to throw it. Just come over here it'll be okay." Bucky bit his lip in anticipation.

Y/n slowly stepped towards Bucky but ran once she heard someone cough in the bush next to her.

"Dammit Steve!"

"I'm sorry I was trying to hold it in." Steve laughed.

Y/n. Who was y/n? And who was this Steve guy? Bucky's context clues led him to believe that y/n might've been a lover of his, hence the pet name "doll."

Bucky didn't have much time until he was back at the Hydra building so he quickly picked up random litter from the street and sought out to find a pen. Once he found it, he wrote the name y/n on it.

Once he arrived to the front building of Hydra he tucked the paper away from anyones view to come back for it.

He was back from his mission and hydra knew right away that something wasn't right. They wiped is memory and everything he remembered was gone. Kind of.

The next couple of weeks Bucky had remembered nothing of his past life, including where he hid the paper, and was doing missions for his "boss." This time, he just so happened to find Steve, again.

Combinations of Steve repeatedly calling The Winter Soldiers name, Bucky, and just seeing him caused him to pause. A memory was coming back to him. He tried to fight it, even after focusing on Steve and what his leaders told him to do. But even after saving Steve, he couldn't fight off the feelings he was getting from being near the super soldier.

"James. Please be careful." Y/n cried into his neck.

She just got the news that he's going on a mission with Steve. She always feared what would happen when he joined the military. She already had faced almost losing him to the nazi's. What if something even worse happens?

"Doll. You know I will." he replied, pulling back to look at her teary eyed face.

"Still, things happen." she shrugged.

Bucky stood up from the bed getting his thing's together. He knew it was dangerous, but he had to do it. She knew that.

"Wait James." Y/n called as he was about to leave, "Take this." She handed him a necklace.

Bucky looked at the silver necklace, examining the picture of her on it, "What's this for?"

"So you don't forget me." She sniffed.

"You keep it here with you." He said softly.

"Why?"

So you can give it to me when I come back." He kissed her lips, leaving her with the last I love you she'll ever hear from him.

Bucky jolted awake from his sleep wiping his eyes and got up from his metal bed. Bucky suddenly started to question hydra like he hasn't before. He began to question who he even was.

He needed to find that necklace. But where could it be? Did she even keep it?

Over the course of two years, Bucky finally started to get his memory back. He was united with Steve in weird circumstances but he was just glad to have his best friend next to him. Even though he had his memory, he still hadn't found the necklace. He spent two years looking everywhere for it and never even got a hit on it until a couple nights ago. He kept having flashbacks to a specific place.

"You sure know how to make a girl love huh?" Y/n asked, arms around Bucky's neck.

"Maybe." He mumbled then softly placed his lips on her's.

They were at the y/n's favorite bar dancing to a song that came on in the jukebox. Paper Doll.

Bucky quickly learned that song is the reason he called his beloved y/n doll.

"What you thinking in the pretty head of yours?" Bucky questioned.

Y/n sighed, "Just about how amazing you are."

"You want to go to the bar. Don't you?"

"Yes!" She yelled as she shot up from the bed to get ready.

The bar. But what was it called?

Bucky had a long day. All he wanted to do was cuddle up with y/n but when he entered there shared apartment, she wasn't there. She was always there, especially at this time of the night.

He didn't want to panic though. He knew she had to be somewhere so he looked around the building then proceeded to drive to her family owned bar. Y/L/N

He quickly drove to the bar, opening the door to it, seeing y/n. "Doll." Bucky called.

"Hi James." Y/n greeted.

"Why aren't you at home?"

"I just wanted to be out." Y/n answered truthfully.

Bucky nodded sitting next to her ordering a drink. She always made his day better.

Finally! He had a name to the bar, but where was it?

Bucky decided to ask Steve. Surely y/n and Steve were in contact after his "passing." Maybe he knows about the necklace.

"Hey Steve. You remember y/n?" Bucky asked

"Of course I do Buck. You thinking about her."

"Yeah I um- I remember she had a family bar it was named-"

"Y/L/N" Steve interrupted.

"You remember it?" Bucky's eyes lit up.

Steve nodded smiling, happy his friend was remembering something important.

"Can you maybe tell me where it's at?"

"You looking for the necklace?" Steve asked, even though he already knew the answer.

Bucky said yes then followed Steve all the way down the street. A big sign reading, "Y/L/N" was hanging overhead. "Here you are."

How did he miss this?

Bucky thanked Steve with a handshake and walked his way into the bar. It looked the same, only more modern. The jukebox was still there but the interior was more relaxed and comfortable.

The bell rang as he entered causing people to look at him. Most reverted their attention back to there food as he walked to the ordering counter, but a a lady in the back kitchen, who couldn't be older than 30, continued to stare at him.

"You here for food or drinks?" The person at the ordering counter asked.

Bucky opened his mouth to speak but one of the people from the back intervened. "Tilla come back here for a second."

Tilla, the person at the counter, went to the back and talked to the lady who called them. Tilla's eyes widened then turned their head looked at Bucky.

What is going on?

The lady from the kitchen came up to the counter, "You James Barnes?" She asked.

"How'd you know?" He questioned.

"I'm Nichole, y/n's niece." She reached her hand out to greet him.

He accepted the handshake but was still confused. How did she know what he looked like. Surely y/n couldn't have told her?

"I'm guessing you're looking for y/n?"

"Well-"

"You're two years late." She told him, "She passed away."

Bucky's whole body froze.

Nichole looked up at him, seeing his state. "Let me take you to lunch. I'll tell you everything." She grabbed her bag and led him somewhere to eat.

"Did she- did she ever talk about me?" Bucky asked nervously. He just wanted to know. Not wanted, needed to know.

"All the time."

"Really?" He smiled.

"Yeah. She used to play that paper doll song all the time!" She laughed, "I remember just begging her to stop showing pictures of you but I guess it helped me figure out who you are."

"How'd you know I was alive?"

"Steve told me."

Huh? Steve knew y/n had family so close and never told him? But then Bucky remembered, he knew about the necklace. He knew about the bar. Why did he never tell him?

"He wanted you to remember it."

Bucky was snapped from his thoughts, "What?"

"Steve. He wanted you to remember her not because he told you, but because you genuinely remembered." Nichole reached into her bag, grabbing a crumbly envelope.

"Here." She handed him the paper. "Her death wish was for you to read this note. She wrote it for you but knew Steve was alive and made me promise to give it to him. But since you're alive and breathing, I'm giving it to you."

Bucky softly grabbed the envelope from the young girls hand, opening it.

Y/n was so hurt. So hurt from the news of Bucky's passing. She couldn't move on so she decided to make a letter. A letter that she only could hope that would be opened by Bucky.

Dear my beloved James,

I am writing this letter in hopes of you coming back home one day. Everyone says you have passed. They tell me to move on but I can not. I can not move on from you. You are the man I dream about in the night time. Steve says he did everything he could. I believe him. I truly miss you. You are the love of my life and if I could just hear you call me doll one more time, I would finally be at rest. I remember us talking about baby names. I remember all the times you came to my work just to tell me a new name you came up with. Sadly I will not have any babies. I refuse to even lay with another person. I refuse. I hope to one day have a niece. Maybe I can convince my family to name them Nichole or Harvey. If only. I miss you. Everything in my life seems sore without your touch. Everything means nothing without you. Everything means nothing if I can't have you.

your doll, y/n.

She sealed it in a pink envelope and tucked it away.

ps, i slipped the picture of me in your pocket.

idk why but I started tearing up at the end lol. i can just imagine the pain people feel when there s/o passes away :/

- kimberly

#bucky fanfic #buck barnes #bucky barnes angst #marvel fanfiction #bucky barnes fluff #marvel imagine #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine

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i-am-dead-inside-666 · 3 years

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Apologies

Steve/Tony(+Bucky)

Summary: Steve and Tony make up and a cute stuckony moment. Wow that’s a crap summary.

Warnings: some angst I guess but mostly fluff. Bad language.

Please don’t post this on other platforms without my permission. Thanks 😊

Nobody cared. Tony knew that, he'd been hiding in his lab for six days now, not coming up for showers or to sleep, barely eating. The only regular schedule he kept to was the hourly coffee renewal. Cold coffee reminded him too much of lazy mornings with.. Steve... soft cuddles and whispered nothings, mugs forgotten on their side tables.

He hadn't seen another human in over a week. He'd passed out in the lab several times, from lack of food and drink, or just pure sleep-deprivation, he didn't know.

Nobody had been to check on him, because that had always been Steve.

He'd always been there to pick him up, striding into his lab with confidence that only Captain America could hold. Sweeping Tony's exhausted body against his chest, he'd carry him up to their bedroom, where he'd hold him tightly in his arms until Tony felt a little bit less broken than before.

But Steve wasn't there anymore, no one was.

So he huddled in the tiny gap under his desk, his stomach twisted into so many knots that he could barely breath. His hands pulling at his hair, as though they had a mind of their own, his nails clawing painfully at his scalp.

His chest was hurting so badly, and he wasn't sure whether it was from where Steve had slammed his shield through the arc reactor, or the fact that it was Steve that slammed his shield through the arc reactor.

He loved Steve so much, and the pain at him abandoning him, like everybody else in his life, it made him feel completely worthless.

A low whirring noise dragged him from his thoughts, forcing himself to relax his hands, he loosened the grip he had on his hair and looked up. Through teary eyes, he watched as Dum-E nudged his chair out of the way and rolled closer to him.

"hey Dum-E." Tony managed to whisper, a small smile stretching his cracked lips. The robot cocked his claw, almost like someone would do when they were confused, then he pushed forwards until Tony reluctantly lifted his arm up and let the robot nuzzle against his side.

"...I know.. I miss him too." His trembling voice was barely heard audible over the blaring music that he was definitely not using to try and drown out his self-destructive thoughts.

Squeezing his eyes shut in an attempt to stop anymore tears from escaping, he twisted his fingers back into his hair and tucked his head back between his knees.

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"I don't want to be here long, I'm just grabbing some stuff." Steve muttered, more to himself than to Bucky as he hurriedly grabbed clothes from the wardrobe he and Tony used to share.

"Yeah whatever punk." Bucky answered, absentmindedly glancing around the room. His gaze settled on the neatly made double bed, too neat. His brow furrowed and he stepped forward, Steve was too busy rummaging through something to notice him.

He let his metal fingers trail lightly over the bed covers, concerned at the layer of dust that had accumulated there. There were two bedside tables, one on each side of the bed, in various states of disarray.

The one on the opposite side of the bed must have been Steve's, as he could see several half finished drawings scattered by the base of the lamp.

However it was the one nearest to him that drew his attention, it was much much messier than Steve's. There were several coffee stains on the surface, and Bucky couldn't help but roll his eyes, coffee was apparently the only thing the genius ever drank.

He was vaguely aware of the other objects cluttering the table, but his gaze was fixed on the nondescript flip phone, placed with almost inhuman precision so that it lined up perfectly with the frame of a picture.

The frame was facedown on the side table so that the picture it contained couldn't be seen. Glancing over his shoulder to check what Steve was doing, he had practically climbed half way inside the wardrobe, making Bucky grin despite himself.

Turning back to the bedside table, he ever so gently lifted the frame up, gasping softly at the beautiful scene captured behind the glass.

Steve and Tony, both in perfectly tailored suits, posed for the camera, the former holding the latter bridal style with ease. Bucky's heart fluttered at the dopey smile on Steve's face as Tony planted a firm kiss on his cheek.

Both of them had their left hands thrust towards the camera and Bucky's breath caught in his throat, matching silver bands glinted on their fourth fingers. Steve never told him he and Tony were actually married.

Confetti rained around the happy couple, a mix of red, blue and gold, celebrating the colours of the two superheroes. The confetti was suspended in the air around the two, reminding Bucky that that's what this was, a special moment from the past, from a happier time.

His ears pricked suddenly, detecting the slight increase in Steve's breathing, decades of living as the Winter Soldier had given him unparalleled senses.

He turned, the frame still clutched tightly in his new metal arm that had been anonymously delivered to him and Steve's hideout. The moment Steve had opened the package, he'd burst into tears and refused to leave his room for three hours. Yet he still insisted that Bucky use the arm, even if his smile strained slightly every time he set eyes on it.

Steve's face was almost as pale as Bucky remember it from the 40s, coupled with his wide eyed stare and trembling hands, he could almost believe they were the same person.

"I'm sorry I- I was just- looking." He anxiously tried to explain, gesturing half heartedly towards the messy side table.

The blonde blinked slowly, as if pulling himself from the depths of a dream, "It's.... fine." He waved away Bucky's poor attempt at an explanation, trying to hide the way his voice cracked.

"No it isn't." Bucky replied in a much more measured tone, gauging his friends reaction. Steve's jaw went from slack to so tight that Bucky was afraid he heard his teeth crack.

"Everything is fine." He ground out, stiffly turning back to his suitcase and aggressively beginning to stuff everything he'd pulled out of the wardrobe into it.

"You didn't tell me you guys were married."

The only response he got was a shrug and a murmur he could barely make out. "wasn't important."

Bucky sighed, gently placing the picture back down, upright this time. He made his way to the end of the bed and perched there, softly tugging on Steve's shoulder until he huffed and joined him, falling heavily onto the bed.

Back in the tower, back in this room, back on this bed, all the memories Steve had been suppressing came rushing back to the front of his mind. Almost without thinking, he leant his head down to rest on Bucky's shoulder.

He couldn't help but miss the feel of Tony's, softer and lower, Buck's were.... harder, tough cords of muscles beneath his shirt. Both were comforting and familiar, but he couldn't have both... could he?

The former Winter Soldier was momentarily taken aback by the sudden contact, and he stiffened. He couldn't help it, seventy years of being conditioned to fear human touch.

A pang of guilt shot through him, as he could tell he'd managed to make Steve feel worse because as soon as he realised he'd tensed up, Steve had bolted upright, like a child caught doing something wrong.

Quickly wiping his tears from his cheeks, he mumbled, "M'sorry, I shouldn't have brought you here Buck, we can leave.. I'll send Nat to grab my stuff later."

Knowing he'd crossed some sort of line, Bucky simply nodded, watching from the bed as Steve returned to rooting through the chest of drawers.

Finally, curiosity got the best of him, "Watcha looking for now?"

"My dog tags." Steve muttered, slamming his fist on to the drawers, wincing at the audible crunch. "I- I gave them to Tony." He swallowed thickly, "But they aren't here."

"Where else could they be? The kitchen? The-"

"Lab!" Steve exclaimed, finishing Bucky's sentence for him. "Fuck." He swore, clenching his fists tightly to stop himself from punching something, anything.

"Then go get 'em." Bucky prompted, unable to stop himself from rolling his eyes as Steve's jaw practically fell open.

"Wh-what?!" He spluttered, "You- want me- to go up to my husband who I left and- and- say hey, uh- yeah, sorry to intrude, but you know that really important meaningful thing I gave you- yeah- I want them back." Steve raised his voice to a dramatically high pitch, earning another low sigh from his exasperated boyfriend/friend whatever they were.

"Do you love him?" Steve's eyes practically fell out of his head at the question, shifting slightly on the bed Bucky continued, "Lemme rephrase, do you love him more than you love me?"

"I- what?!"

"I see the way you look at him. You.. you don't look at me like that." He continued, wincing as Steve's features contorted in pain.

"Buck I-"

The brunet stood up so that the two were eye level, even that jarred Steve for a moment, his words dying in his throat, he was so used to looking down....

"-don't feel bad," Steve frowned, forcing himself to stop thinking about Tony, to focus on Bucky's next words.

"I- I've been wanting to talk to you about this anyway.." Bucky trailed off, thinking about how to phrase his next sentence, "I know we used to talk about us back in the forties, and- it really is a dream come true that we got a chance to figure- this-" he gestured between them, "out, but- you aren't- you aren't happy with me.."

Glancing sadly back at the photo, he couldn't help the low sigh that left his lips, "You love Stark- Tony." He corrected himself.

Squeezing his eyes shut, Steve pressed his palms against his temples. "You're right!" He yelled, "But you're also wrong! So fucking wrong!"

The vein in his jaw twitched as he gritted his teeth, alerting Bucky to just how annoyed he was. "I'm... wrong?" He asked hesitantly.

"Yes I love Tony! But I also love you! And- and- I can't choose!"

"Well maybe you don't have to.." Bucky thought out loud, Steve's gaze snapped towards him.

"What?"

Bucky shook his head, "Nothing, it doesn't matter, just- go talk to him you punk."

A bittersweet smile creep crept up Steve's face, "Shut up jerk." He retorted, making his way to the door, he paused for a moment in the doorway, hesitating. Impatiently, Bucky waved him away, ignoring Steve as he rolled his eyes.

Thoughts raced through Steve's head at a million miles an hour as he walked down the hall, what if Tony didn't want to see him, what if he was mad at him, hell, if Steve were him he'd be mad at himself-

He was at the doors to the lab way before he was prepared, he could already hear Tony's music through the doors.

Steve didn't realise his fists were clenched until he forced himself to relax, exhaling sharply as he examined the crescent shaped indents in his palms.

Taking a shaky breath to steady himself, he cast his eyes towards the ceiling, an old habit that he could never shake. "Ja- Friday? Could- um- could you let me in please?"

"I'm sorry Captain Rogers, Mr Stark has removed you from the system. I am unable to grant you access to the lab."

Steve's frown deepened, what could he do now? Break the door down?

Friday's smooth voice interrupted his internal monologue, "Although, if the door to the lab was accidentally left unlocked, technically I wouldn't be allowing you access."

A small grin lit Steve's face up, "I knew I liked you." He chuckled under his breath, tugging on the door which slid open with ease.

"Tony? Are you here?" Steve asked hesitantly, as he stepped into the room, his words nearly inaudible over the music.

His gaze swept over the empty room, he waited a moment before moving towards the bombsight of a desk opposite him. He subconsciously kept his footsteps light, a habit he'd picked up trying not to wake Tony if he'd fallen asleep in the lab.

He reached the desk, glancing over the papers scattered across it, he paused as he recognised the blueprints for Bucky's new arm.

Tearing his eyes away, he was almost ready to pack it in and leave, but as he turned, his enhanced eyesight caught the sliver of steam rising from the coffee mug.

The line between his brows deepened and he let his knuckles drag across the porcelain, nearly hissing at the heat. Since when did Tony drink his coffee that hot?

Then it hit him. Hot coffee, Tony must still be here, he wouldn't have been able to sneak past Steve. A low sigh slipped through his lips, he knew exactly where Tony was.

Rounding the desk, he gently pushed the chair to the side, crouching down to peer into the foot space beneath the desk.

What he saw made his heart shatter and his eyes well with tears. Sure he'd seen tony like this before, huddled beneath his desk, shaking, crying, pulling his hair hard enough to keep him grounded.. and every time he saw him like that, his chest ached, but this time, this time he knew that he had caused this, Tony was in pain because of him, and that hurt.

Tony's grip on his dark locks loosened, and he turned towards the sound of Steve's voice, his watery eyes widened, "Steve?"

Hearing Tony's broken voice was the last straw and the tears he'd previously managed to hold back fell from Steve's baby blue eyes, spilling down his pale cheeks.

"You're not real." Tony finally mumbled, pressing his palms over his eyes and shaking his head. Steve barely heard his whisper, but he did, and his hand tightened, his fingers pressing dents into the desk where he gripped it.

"Friday. Pause the music." He growled, anger at himself seeping into his tone. Tony looked up at the sudden silence, his stare blank as he seemed to look straight through Steve.

His gaze sharpened suddenly, bloodshot eyes meeting Steve's with such intensity that the super soldier nearly flinched. "I know you're not real!" He snapped, "Now get out of my head."

Tony waved his hand in dismissal, mere centimetres from Steve's nose. He made an attempt to crawl out from under the desk, nearly tripping over Dum-E. Steve quickly moved backwards out of his way, watching Tony as he stood up and attempted to straighten his clothes.

The brunet refused to look in Steve's direction, he simply offered a small smile to Dum-E. Steve jumped up as Tony turned to walk towards a separate bench, picking up a small and hunching forward over a delicate piece of machinery.

"Tony- please.. I really am here." Steve tried again, desperation creeping into his voice. Tony hesitated, sure, he'd hallucinated seeing Steve before, but never like this, it never hurt as much as this.

He turned slowly, screwdriver still clutched tightly in his fist, his fingernails pressing deep enough into his palms to draw blood as he cautiously stepped towards his husband.

He was on edge, waiting for this hallucination of Steve to turn on him, slam his shield into his chest, say something horribly hurtful and horribly true or simply wait until he could almost touch him, and then vanish.

Steve's eyes flicked between the sharp object Tony was gripping like a lifeline, and his face, so full of pain and hurt that Steve's stomach twisted with guilt. Not wanting to scare the skittish engineer, he froze.

Tony bit his lip as he edged nearer, taking in Steve's rigid posture, neither of them even dared to breath.

The hand that wasn't gripping his screwdriver moved, almost subconsciously towards Steve's face, trembling as his fingers followed the sharp line of his jaw. A frown creased his brows at the rough stubble there, the screwdriver slipped from his hand, clattering to the floor, although neither of them acknowledged it.

"You're really here?" He asked, uncertainty making his voice waver slightly. Steve nodded slowly, searching Tony's deep brown eyes for any hint of forgiveness or understanding, "I'm here Tones."

"Don't. Call. Me. That." Tony hissed, withdrawing his hand suddenly. He tore his eyes from Steve's, his gaze dropping to the floor. "I don't care if you're really here! Get the fuck out of my lab!"

"Tony-" Steve corrected himself, "Don't push me away- I swear I feel so bad about- about Siberia-" he cringed as soon as the word left his mouth, leaving a bitter taste in its wake.

Shivers shook Tony's body, spreading out from between his shoulder blades as every single memory he'd been struggling to repress came flooding back.

His parents. He was looking at his parents, after so long, he'd nearly forgotten what they looked like, how beautiful his mum was.

He knew what was coming, but he couldn't help but flinch as the car careened off the road, smashing into a tree.

He watched, barely breathing as The Winter Soldier ripped his life apart. Hatred burned like acid in his stomach, but not towards Bucky, not even towards The Winter Soldier, but towards himself.

For nearly thirty years, he'd hated his father, hated him for every time he was 'too busy' to spend time with him.

Hated him for every time he compared him to Steve.

Hated him for drinking that little bit too much and slapping him around.

But all that blame for his mother's death, was completely misplaced. Tony's heart ached as he recalled his fathers last words from the video.

"Maria- my wife- please help my wife..... Sergeant Barnes?"

"-ny- breathe- come on- follow my breathing." Steve's voice cut through Tony's panic and he realised that he could feel the steady thrum of a heartbeat beneath his fingers.

Biting back sobs, Steve pulled Tony's body against his chest, moving slightly so that Tony's head could rest against his broad shoulder.

"Come on Tony, I'm sorry- you're in the lab with me. Remember. Follow my breathing." The feel of Steve's warm, familiar shape wrapped around him comforted Tony as he struggled to control his erratic heart and heavy breathing.

"I'm sorry- please don't leave me- stay please- I don't wanna.. don't wanna be alone-" Tony mumbled, eyes still unfocused and slightly glazed.

"No- I'm sorry Tony. I- I screwed up big time." Slowly, Tony's breathing evened, but he let quiet, listening to Steve's explanation.

"Me and Buck weren't exactly accepted in the 40s. So we stopped ourselves, pretended we didn't have feelings for each other. And then I went into the ice and I thought I'd never see him again."

He sighed heavily, subconsciously running his hand down Tony's side, "I really love you baby, I swear I thought I'd completely moved on. But then he came back." Steve's face twisted into a grimace, "And all those old feelings came flooding back- an' I couldn't lose him again-"

His voice broke at the end, and he dropped his head into the crook of Tony's neck, his shoulders shaking.

"I'm sorry." He cried, tears soaking through Tony's T-shirt. Blinking back his own tears, Tony carefully extricated himself from Steve's tight embrace. He didn't pull away entirely though, simply twisted himself in Steve's lap until they were facing.

He carefully cupped Steve's jaw, tilting the soldiers face so that their equally teary eyes met. His thumb rubbed small circles over the rough stubble as he contemplated his next words.

"I understand why you did it.... which makes it even harder I guess, 'cause I know I'd do the same for Rhodey." Tony sighed, "I can't forget about this, not yet... it still hurts too much." He rubbed at his chest slightly, his gaze softening when Steve's face fell.

"But I can forgive you." He finished, blue eyes meeting brown as though they were seeing each other properly for the first time.

Steve was rendered breathless for the second time in less than half an hour, as Tony's hand snaked round the back of his head, fingers curling into the hair at the nape of his neck.

Neither of them moved for several long, tense moments, they simply stared into one another's eyes, mapping their faces out in their minds as they recalled every reason why they fell in love in the first place.

Then Steve moved, leaning forward to capture Tony's lips in a slow and cautious kiss, his large hands sliding up Tony's side, rucking his shirt up and tugging him closer to his chest.

Relaxing into Steve's arms, Tony's eyes slid shut and he melted into the familiar feeling of Steve's lips against his own. He smiled into the kiss as Steve's tongue swept along his bottom lip, easily working its way into his mouth and pushing between his teeth.

They kissed until they ran out of oxygen, breathing heavily and in sync as they pulled away.

Tony tilted his head forward so that his forehead rested against Steve's, his eyes still closed as he caught his breath.

"I missed you." He confessed, peering through his lashes at Steve, "And I'm sorry for screaming."

The blonde chuckled softly, "I did deserve it." His face turned serious again, "I am sorry, Tony."

Just as a smug grin crept up his face, Tony chose that exact moment... to faint.

Panic gripped Steve's chest for a moment as the brunette slumped against his chest, then he heard Tony's stomach grumble loudly, and felt the ribs poking through his shirt.

"Oh Tony." He sighed, rolling his eyes as he easily scooped the shorter man into his arms and striding out of the lab.

"Wh-" Tony's sleepy mumble made a smile tug at the corner of Steve's lips, even as he had to tighten his grip when Tony attempted to wriggle out of his arms.

"M'fine- gerrof!" He growled, pushing against Steve's broad chest, "S'fine you apologised, you can go now- put me down!"

So Steve did, dropping Tony onto one of the kitchen stools so that he was sat at the island, facing Steve as he started pulling ingredients out of the cupboards.

"What are you doing?" Tony groaned, placing his chin in his hand to stare at Steve.

Steve ignored the question, asking one of his own, "When was the last time you ate?" Glancing over his shoulder, he sighed in exasperation as Tony shrugged, mumbling an off handed, "I dunno."

"Jeez Tones, have you thrown all my food away? He complained, throwing his arms up in annoyance.

Tony shrugged again, "I don't like your rabbit food." He fastened his gaze on the floor, "And it reminded me too much of you."

Steve tensed at Tony's mumbled statement, turning around to stare at him as he continued, "Didn't know if you'd be coming back anyway."

"Tony-"

The brunet sighed, "Don't, I told you, I get it." He muttered, half way off of the stool before a large hand landed on his shoulder, pushing him back down.

"Sit. Down." Steve snarled, "We are not discussing this now. I am making you some healthy, nutritious food. Then you are going to brush your teeth, get in the shower and go the fuck to sleep. Cause no offence but you look like shit."

Tony rolled his eyes but remained seated, brushing Steve's hand off his shoulder, "Language." He mocked, trying to lighten the mood.

A low chuckle left Steve's throat, and he moved back towards the stove, cracking several eggs into a bowl and beginning to whisk them.

Tony stifled his own giggle, glancing around the kitchen as his stomach growled again, his eyes drifted over the door and he stiffened.

Watching Tony's eyes widen in fear, Bucky felt guilt settle on his shoulders. He edged his way out of the doorway, avoiding eye contact with Tony as he cleared his throat quietly.

Steve whipped round at the noise, "Uh- Buck- I.. we were just..." he gave up when he saw Tony's judgemental stare from the corner of his eye, he gestured awkwardly at the omelette, "Food."

"Right, do you want me to go? Natasha sent the quinjet over." Tony's face crumpled at the mention of the red headed spy's name, remembering the sharp sting of betrayal that stabbed his chest every time he thought of her.

Steve glanced worriedly at Tony, "Ah- no. It's fine," he slid a plate across the island and Tony frowned in disgust, trying to ignore the super soldiers presence somewhere behind him.

"Steve- it's green." He pointed out, prodding it suspiciously with his fork. Steve rolled his eyes, dropping into the seat opposite Tony, "It's got spinach in it you baby, just eat it."

"Keep rolling your eyes and you might find a brain somewhere back there."

"Shut up. Not all of us are geniuses ya know," Steve shot back, his Boston accent creeping into his voice.

"Evidently." Tony snarked, stabbing his omelette again. "Oh for fuck sake!" Steve cursed, trying to hide his grin as he yanked the plate towards him and snatched the fork out of Tony's hand.

Bucky smiled at how quickly the two of them fell into what he assumed were old habits, trading sarcastic comments like sweets at Halloween.

"I don't need you to cut my food up. I'm not a baby Steve. And watch your language."

Steve frowned, shoving the plate back towards Tony with his omelette now in bite sized pieces. Tony pulled another disgusted face, but grudgingly started eating anyway.

"Buck do you want one?" Steve asked, standing up and grabbing a couple more eggs, they were large ones, but still sat easily in the palm of his hand.

Bucky hesitated, decisions had always been difficult for him after... hydra, but this one was the worst he'd ever faced.

Sure Steve, why wouldn't I wanna sit down to a nice meal with you and your husband, oh yeah, your husband, you know the guy you cheated on with me and then left half beaten to death in a freezing bunker. Could this get any more awkward?!

"Um-" he hummed, silently hoping that someone would make the decision for him. Steve smiled tightly, noticing Bucky's discomfort, he pointed at the seat next to Tony, "Sit down, I'll make you one.

Apparently it can get more awkward! Why, why would you sit me next to him, it's not like we tried to kill each other like a week ago. Bucky felt like face palming, was Steve really an oblivious asshole or was he actively trying to start a fight.

He cautiously moved towards the stool that Steve had gestured at, trying to ignore the way Stark shifted away from him, shoulders tensed.

Measuring his breathing helped calm him slightly, in, out, in, out, four even breaths later and he was sliding into the seat next to Tony.

They sat together in silence whilst Steve finished cooking another omelette, sliding it onto a plate and across the island.

"Eat up ba-" Steve blushed, cutting himself off as Tony's grip tightened around his fork, the metal grinding against the porcelain of the plate. "-ucky. Bucky." He tried to save himself, his face redder than a beetroot.

A loud yawn broke the silence that followed, and both Steve and Bucky turned to stare at the sleepy engineer. When he noticed their stares, he shot them both a cold glare, "What? I'm tired ok." He snapped.

Steve grinned, "Come on, let's get you to bed."

"Stop treating me like a baby Steve. I can take care of myself." The blonds eyebrow quirked at Tony's statement.

"Really? When was the last time you actually slept in your bed?" Tony flushed, "You used to pass out in the lab, quite often if I remember correctly."

"Is this your long winded way of getting me into bed? Cause I hate to tell you, but you might wanna up the romance a bit." Tony sassed, sliding off his stool and stumbling towards the door.

Steve laughed, "Gimme a sec while I put this stuff away." He scooped the eggshells off the side of the counter and moved to put them in the bin. Whilst he was busy cleaning up, Tony continued to stagger away from them.

He'd barely made it three steps before his knees buckled and the ground rushed towards his face.

Suddenly, strong arms were wrapped around his torso, pinning his arms to his sides, caging him into a broad chest. Tony gasped softly, his nose inches from the floor, "Thanks babe." He mumbled, twisting in the tight grip so that he could look up at- BUCKY?

Tony felt heat rise up his face, "Uh- I thought you were Steve?" He squeaked, sounding more like a question than a statement, he smiled weakly as he met Bucky's deep brown eyes.

"Hmm, you're cute when you blush." Bucky muttered without thinking, staring down at the small man trapped between his body and the floor.

"Um- do you two want me to leave? Give you some privacy?" Steve cut in, sarcasm dripping from his tone.

Bucky jumped as though he'd forgotten Steve was in the room, he glanced over his shoulder, ignoring Tony as he wriggled between his arms.

"Um sorry that bambi here hasn't figured out how to walk properly yet." He stated, a teasing edge to his words, before Tony could even blink, he was cradled like a baby into Bucky's chest.

There was an arm hooked beneath his knees, and another on lower back which held him steady, the metal cool against his hot skin, even through the material of his shirt.

Tony could hear Steve's heavy footsteps follow them as he was carried into the bedroom and dropped unceremoniously onto the bed. He bounced onto the soft mattress, a low uff pushing past his lips at the shock. Bucky couldn't help but grin, pushing a stray hair out of the billionaires face and tucking it behind his ear.

Steve smiled softly at the two of them, pulling the corner of the duvet back so that Tony could snuggle beneath it.

Without thinking, he leant forward and pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead. Lingering for several moments, he eventually pulled away, opening his mouth to ask Bucky whether he was ready to go, when a hand circled his wrist.

Tony blinked up at him sleepily, "Please stay." He whispered, tugging the super soldier back towards the bed.

Steve shot a wary glance at Bucky, who was laughing silently at the confusion on Steve's face. "It's fine jerk, I'll go meet 'tasha on the quinjet."

"Nah uh." Tony's childish pout was directed at Bucky, making the assassins heart melt at the pleading looks in his doe brown eyes and sulkily stuck out lip.

"You... want me to stay?" He hesitated, surely this was overstepping at least 100 boundaries.

"Please." Tony whined, his eyes seeming to get wider and cuter the longer they were fixed in Bucky's.

Steve chuckled, "Oh dear, you've made the mistake of looking into his puppy dog eyes. He knows they get me every time." Bucky finally managed to tear his eyes away from Tony's, to realise that Steve had stripped into his boxers and was sliding in to the bed next to Tony.

The two stared at him expectantly and he shuffled, rubbing the hairs at the back of his neck, "I dunno, is there even enough room in the bed? I-"

"I'm not going to sleep until you join us." Tony sulked, folding his arms across his chest.

Bucky sighed dramatically, his hands awkwardly fumbling as he yanked his hoodie over his head along with his T-shirt. He opted to leave his sweatpants on, and slowly edged under the covers.

The bed was plenty big enough for all three of them, with enough room for Bucky and Steve to be able to comfortably stretch out. Tony sighed in satisfaction, nuzzling his head int Bucky's chest as Steve curled around him.

Cautiously, Bucky brought his metal hand up from where it rested against the covers, he loved his new arm and he made a mental note to thank Tony for it tomorrow. He'd been working especially hard on learning to control his strength.

Now wanting to scare Tony or himself, he moved at the pace of a snail to rest his fingers in the engineers thick locks. Amazingly, he could actually feel the hair against his hand, and ever so gentle, he began to play with the soft brown hair, smiling at the content hum it earned him.

Bucky stayed awake for much longer than both Steve and Tony, the latter passing out minutes after Bucky had started playing with his hair. Steve took longer to fall asleep, but as Bucky lay perfectly still, he listened to the blonds breathing get slower and steadier.

Looking down at the two men cuddled up next to him, he couldn't help the warm feeling of hope that spread through his chest. A small smile curling his lips, he let the soft exhales of his friends lull him to sleep.

#Steve Rogers #Tony Stark #Bucky Barnes #Steve/Tony #superhusbands #stuckony #stucky #CACW

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navegandoaciegas · 4 years

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Sunshine Girl

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: fluff, soft!Bucky, mentions of injury (no graphic descriptions), 3.6k words

Summary: You are the sun and he’s simply basking in your light. And he’s so selfish, he thinks as he holds the velvet box with the diamond ring inside of it, he’s so damn selfish he wants to keep the light all to himself for the rest of his life.

Two years ago you were supposed to enjoy a solo road trip after years of Avenging, but Bucky invited himself along. Now you’re forced back to New York, and your boyfriend is ready to surprise you once again.

A/N: Bucky’s POV. Sequel to I love my baby to death, but I suppose you could read it on its own. As always forgive any mistakes, English is my third language.

Had to repost this cause it didn’t show up in the tags, hopefully this time it will

“I swear Buck, if I see one more damn corn plant I’m losing it. I am this close” you say pinching your thumb and pointer finger real close “to a mental breakdown. I’m never eating corn again, mark my words. No corn flakes, no corn on the cobble, no nothing. I’m done.”

“We’re in Iowa, in the middle of the corn belt, I don’t know what you were expecting.” he replies, slightly amused by your little outburst and sour mood.

“Well, clearly not ending up on the set of Children of the corn.” you groan, getting back to sulking in the passenger’s seat, seething at the fields that are only a scapegoat to the real problem.

You’d been merrily skiing in Montana when his skis got somehow tangled with yours and he tumbled down on you, dragging you down the slope. Hadn’t you injured yourself, rolling in the snow like it only ever happens in cartoons would have been pretty comical.

“What?” you screech, almost jumping off the stretcher and grimacing in pain when your left foot hits the metal poles at the side. “No. It’s just pain, I’m sure it will go away, right? I mean I was an Avenger, I’ve suffered worse than a fall.”

“I’m sorry, miss, but knee surgery will be necessary, the MRI here shows you’ve torn your ACL and from the looks of it, your left knee was already damaged badly, numerous times at that, probably a result of your time on the field.”

“I can’t, I can’t just get surgery, we’re miles away from home and I-”

You’re almost sobbing and Bucky feels like shit because he’s the reason for all this and all he can do now is pat your back reassuringly.

“Given the extent of the damage, I’m afraid there’s no other option.”

“How long is the recovery time?” he asks, voice unsure.

“Well, it’s my knowledge she’s not an enhanced individual, so like any average human it will take anywhere from 6 to 9 months to recover fully. In the meantime, no more hikes or sports.”

Bucky inhales a sharp breath. Six to nine months. No more hikes. Surely you’ll have to go back to New York.

God, you are so going to break up with him.

Turns out you didn’t dump him in Montana, you didn’t abandon him in one of those auto stops along Interstate 90 in South Dakota, and you don’t seem to want to break up with him amidst the green fields of Iowa, but still, he knows he will drive through Illinois, Indiana, Ohio and Pennsylvania anxiously waiting for the other shoe to drop.

It almost seems like a cruel twist of fate, driving the same route you did as friends two years ago, along Interstate 80 headed East instead of West, only this time he’s not hoping to be more than the annoying old man who invited himself on your trip; he’s your boyfriend now, but maybe not for long.

“You know, you really are dramatic.” you say in a teasing tone, “I’m not going to break up with you, stop thinking about that, it was an accident, ‘s not like you beat me.”

“I know, I’m just sorry because you’re in pain and it’s my fault and now we have to get back home but I know you wanted to stay more and I did too and if I didn’t-” he’s rambling, and your place your hand on his thigh and squeeze reassuringly, offering him one of those sweet smiles he dies for.

“Buck, it’s okay” you interrupt his word vomit “like I said a million times before, it was an accident, it’s going to be fine I promise. I’m sorry if I made you think otherwise with my mood, I swear I’m just pissed at all this damn corn. We’re never going to a maze again, by the way.” That gets a laugh out of him, and he loves you even more because you’re always there to lift his spirits. “I’m dreading these next months, the surgery, physiotherapy and all, but I know you’re there for me, yes?”

He nods, teary eyed, and you continue, “And I can’t lie, it’s been a while, I’m kind of excited to see everyone again, I mean except for Sam of course,” you say, as if he didn’t “live rent free in your head”, like Sam himself put it, “Jesus that man, how many of our trips has he invited himself on? I’ve lost count. ‘Member when we found him waiting for us in Phoenix? Fuckin’ weirdo.”

You both chuckle at the memory of Sam in your motel room, waiting on your bed with crossed arms like a disappointed parent, pissed off because you hadn’t called in a week and he was worried sick that something may have happened to you, a deadly sniper, and him, the Winter fuckin’ Soldier. Truth is, Bucky was so excited about your new relationship that he rarely let you leave the bed when you were in your room, and when you did you were in no condition to Facetime anyone, with your smudged mascara and swollen lips.

“I’ve heard Clint will come visit us with Laura and the kids. Nathaniel must be so big now.” you add, your eyes glazed over as you think of the little boy who was named after your Natasha.

“God, Morgan is probably all grown up.” he muses, a tinge of sadness in his voice. You squeeze his thigh again. “And the spider kid too, he’s a grown man now.”

“That he is.” you chuckle, “But to me he’ll always be the boy in the red spanx who knocked us on our asses in Berlin.”

He smiles and shakes his head at the memory, and you both fall in a comfortable silence. Now that he’s not consumed by fear anymore, Bucky kind of agrees with you that all this green is, in fact, nauseating.

“You know what, no more popcorn either.”

“Deal.”

A year and something ago

Arizona

“Can you believe there’s a city in New Mexico called Truth or Consequences? We should totally go and visit just for the hell of it, sounds like the type of place Steve Rogers should have been born into.” you state with all the seriousness in the world, and he snorts because after all this time you still haven’t found it in yourself to stop mocking Steve’s righteousness.

You’re walking ahead of him and he’s so distracted by your tiny denim shorts that he, the master of stealth, almost trips over a boulder. You’re always pretty but tonight, illuminated by the orange sky of Arizona, you look like a dream. And you’re so happy, snapping photos at everything you see, that even if Bucky hates the desert and the heat makes him uncomfortable, he won’t tell you, because the look on your face makes it all worth it.

“Baby, look at this big boy here, he’s like 20 feet tall. Oh my god, he’s so cute and beefy, just like you.” you gush at one of the giant cactuses of Saguaro National Park.

He raises his eyebrows skeptically.

All he sees are green spiky motherfuckers that he’s accidentally hurt himself with more times that he’d like to admit in all those damn ‘hikes’ you like so much, but to you cactuses are the most beautiful sight in the word. He genuinely does not see the appeal, but he understands now how you feel when he talks about all his ‘nerd shit’, as you call it.

“I’m cuter.” he says frowning.

“Of course you are.”

For some reason you don’t sound convincing at all.

It’s only spring but here in Tucson the temperature is 85 degrees today and he’s sweating buckets underneath the long sleeved t-shirt he’s wearing to conceal his vibranium arm. He’s long past the time when he was forced to hide from authorities or the general public’s judgement, but still he doesn’t want to be recognized and attract attention. He doesn’t do well with crowds, and he doesn’t understand how you can be so calm and collected when people stare at you and ask for photographs while you’re minding your own business.

As soon as you get back to the motel you’re staying at he takes off his soaked shirt, not caring that the air conditioning is probably going to end his old ass.

“What the hell happened to you?” you ask, scowling as you analyze the skin around his prosthetic.

He shrugs. “It happens sometimes.”

“Why?”

“No idea.”

“Don’t you fuckin’ lie to me James.”

You only call him that when he’s in big trouble. He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose: why do you have to be so damn stubborn all the damn time? “It’s nothing sweetheart, just sometimes the skin becomes flared when it’s too hot.”

“Nothing?” you shrill, throwing your hands around animatedly, “Nothing? Bucky your whole shoulder is super red and irritated, don’t act like it’s normal. We’ve been in the sun for hours, for days really, why didn’t you tell me anything? I would have driven us back here immediately. Does it hurt?”

“That’s why I didn’t tell you, I didn’t want to ruin your fun, you liked it so much there. And no, it only itches a little.”

Your eyes soften and you move to cup his face in your hands, looking at him with so much love that he feels himself melt away into a puddle, “Baby you don’t need to do that, you know I care more about you than anything else.”

“Even more than the cactuses?”

“Well, now you’re asking too much of me.”

He snorts and playfully hits your arm, then he falls back on the bed and drags you down with him. You stay cuddled like that for a while before you pull back to look into his eyes.

“I appreciate you doing this for me Buck, but you don’t ever need to sacrifice your own comfort for me, okay?”

“I know, I’m sorry. But you looked so happy.”

“Don’t be, and I’m always happy with you, I promise.”

“I’m always happy too.”

“We’re such saps. Gross. Anyways, guess where we’re going next?” you ask him cheerfully, scratching his scalp the way that makes him purr like a cat.

“The plan was New Mexico, Texas and Louisiana, right?” he frowns. You’d made plans together ages ago and you were so excited about visiting Texas of all places for God knows what reason. He’s predicted already that he won’t stand the suffocating, humid heat of that whole area. At least Arizona was dry as hell.

You on the other hand, everyday he’s become more aware of how much of a lizard you are, seeking the sun and walking around in the scorching heat not even breaking a sweat.

“Guess again baby boy, we’re going straight to Oregon. I mean, it's not Alaska but it’s not as hot as the desert here, right?

“Wait, what? Why?”

“Because I don’t want you to overheat?” you state like it’s obvious, rolling your eyes, “We’ll do New Mexico and the rest next fall, and now Oregon and Washington because it’s a little cooler there. So what do you say?” You ask with a hopeful look in your eyes.

“Princess I appreciate you doing this for me, but I promise I’ll be fine. You don’t have to change plans for me, this is your road trip.”

“No you won’t Buck, you’re not doing good and I don’t ever want to see you suffer, you understand? By the time we get to Texas it will be summer and you won’t stand it, it’s better if we visit when it’s colder.”

He smiles softly. He knows he’d do the same for you. “Then Oregon it is.”

You get up from the bed and head to the bathroom to shower, “Oh, and baby?” you call out, peeking your head from behind the door, “This is your road trip too, never forget that.”

Oregon

“Why does Thor get to have places named after him and we don’t? We were Avengers too.”

“But are we norse gods?”

“I mean, not yet, but I definitely deserve some nature’s wonder, or at least a star, to be named after me.”

“I’ll call WMO and get them to name a hurricane after you, princess. It seems more fitting.”

“Asshole.”

You’d been camping somewhere in Oregon’s wilderness when he came up with the idea of visiting all of the State’s so called seven wonders, starting from Thor’s Well on the Coast and ending in Mount Hood near Portland. You took a thousand photos of each attraction and sent a video of the water seemingly draining inside the famous well to the God himself, who enthusiastically expressed his appreciation.

Bucky’s cherished every minute of it, from the hot springs of Crater Lake to the chillier temperatures at night that force you to snuggle closer to him to warm up.

You’re in Portland now, and you’re thoroughly enjoying it, but what’s new about that? You’re always so full of life, so genuinely excited about everything the world has to offer that he’d be worried if you weren’t having the time of your life as you usually are.

He likes the city too, which is saying a lot.

“Blueberries are the superior berry and that’s the hill I’m willing to die on.”

You’ve been eating your way through Portland for weeks, and you’ve been discussing pies for a solid thirty minutes now. It’s raining outside and you’re cooped up in a small pie shop, eating more than an average human can and receiving weird looks from the waitress as you tell her to ‘keep ‘em coming’.

“I’m sorry but you’re wrong princess,” he states with a stuffed mouth just for the sake of aggravating you to no end, “blackberries are just so much better.”

It works as you grimace in disgust, both at his statement and his manners.

He’s found out you are weirdly opinionated when it comes to pies: pecan pies are an abomination, pumpkin doesn’t belong in dessert, lemon pie and key lime pie are only acceptable if someone’s grandma is kindly offering them to you, rhubarb pie without strawberries is a threat to mankind and cherry and blueberry pies are the absolute best. Apple pie is too bland to even take the time to discuss it, although the taste is likeable enough.

He on the other hand likes anything pie and anything sweet. And anything that gets a rise out of you.

“Please Buck, this isn’t even a blackberry pie, it’s some sort of inbred experiment that turned out kinda right.”

He shushes you, barely holding back a laugh when he sees the waiter side eyeing you as you disrespect one of Oregon’s most famous dishes, “First of all, it’s called marionberry and it’s a type of blackberry. And second, keep it down unless you want us to be kicked out, you’re offending a whole state.”

“Sorry.” you shrug, “But blueberry tartness level is where I draw the line, anything more than that is unacceptable.”

“That’s ‘cause you’re still a child and haven’t developed adult taste buds yet baby.” He does love his senior citizen card a bit too much.

This earns him a kick under the table and a scowl. “Stop it, grandpa.” you groan.

He grins and digs in your slice of marionberry pie. You resume to people watching.

God, he loves Oregon. And he loves you.

He really is a sap.

Wyoming

Washington was nice enough. You’ve taken him bar crawling most nights, and all of them have ended with him giving you a piggyback ride, per your request, back to the hotel room you were staying at.

It takes 13 hours to drive from Seattle to Yellowstone and you’ve driven all the way. You refused to disclose the destination of the trip and he’s fallen asleep the last 3 hours in the car. He’d mentioned he wanted to see the geysers somewhere in Pennsylvania two years ago and you remembered and took him.

Bucky couldn’t be happier.

He’s still describing the constellations above you when you fall asleep, and he’s so absorbed by the sky that he doesn’t notice until your head falls on his shoulder and he hears your soft snores.

He picks you up bridal style and takes you back to the fancy tent he bought on a whim in Ohio after you both slept in the SUV and woke up with major back and neck pain. He smiles as he removes your makeup with a wipe and does your skincare just the way you taught him, and admires your relaxed state.

He grazes your pretty face with his vibranium fingers, something so unimaginable to him before he met you, as he never thought his arm could bring anything other than pain.

Back when he was a semi stable 100 year old man thrust in another fight yet again, he hadn’t realized the extent of his feelings for you, believing he was only attracted to your beauty and youth. He hadn’t seen the way your smile lights up a whole room, nor the way you listen, truly listen, to anyone who may have anything to tell you, without ever judging them. He hadn’t witness your kindness and patience, let alone experienced them on his own skin. He hadn’t been lucky enough to watch you feed bird seed to the ducks of every pond of the country, or try to rescue a cat from a rooftop and almost falling off to save it.

Then Sam told him you were leaving and he felt like the word was collapsing on him. He’d found the sunlight and he never wanted to be without it.

Now he’s seen it all, all the little things that make you who you are, including your flaws, and he loves you not regardless of them, nor in spite of them, but because even your worst imperfections make you… you.

Bucky doesn’t know if meeting you was a way for the universe to fix all the wrongs that have been done to him, a sort of payback for all the shit he’s been put through, but in case it is, then he’s got no objections. And maybe he doesn’t deserve someone as good as you, but he’s a selfish man, and now that his sunshine girl is with him he never wants to plunge back into the the darkness ever again.

He tucks you both under the sleeping bag and snuggles next to you.

“Buck?” you mumble in a haze, tugging at his t-shirt, “Love you.”

It’s almost imperceptible, but his supersoldier hearing allows him to pick it up. He kisses the crown of your hair as he caresses your back.

“I love you too sweetheart.”

He wants to spend the rest of his time on Earth proving you how much.

New York

6 months later

The doctor wasn’t lying when she warned you that recovery would take 6 to 9 months.

You said the aftermath of the operation hurt like a bitch and that physiotherapy hurt even more. Today’s your last session and Bucky is glad about it for many reasons, like how you’re not in pain anymore for starters, and maybe because of how annoyingly fun, smart and hot your therapist is. Not like he’d ever admit it to you.

“Jesus,” you groan, “he turned me inside out like a sock, I can’t feel my legs anymore.”

“Sounds fun.” he deadpans.

“Someone’s jealous of the doctor?” you ask with a mischievous smirk.

“‘M not. He’s not all that.” he mumbles, blushing like a school boy.

You snort and drawl a ‘sure’. He sends you his best death glare.

“Whatever. I hope you don’t mind if we take a stop before going home.” he announces, helping you into the car. His palms feel clammy and he’s sweating despite the chilly winds of New York’s fall.

“Sure, where are we going?”

“Actually, that’s kind of a surprise, you’ll see.”

You beam at his words; he knows you love surprises and he hopes you’re going to like this one.

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You look radiant as you lie on the blanket he’s spread on the grass, surrounded by colorful foliage. You’re sipping some of your favorite wine and nibbling on crackers as you admire a flock of birds migrating south in the sky.

You are the sun and he’s simply basking in your light. And he’s so selfish, he thinks as he holds the velvet box with the diamond ring inside of it, he’s so damn selfish we wants to keep the light all to himself for the rest of his life.

He’s prepared a long, passionate speech to tell you how much he loves you, of all the ways you’ve changed his life for the better and of all the reasons why he’d be a good husband.

But when you look at him with those bright eyes and beaming smile, he can barely remember his own name. He drops on one knee and holds the box out with shaky hands.

“Marry me, please.”

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Attached: Hurtful Words Pt.2

Type: (mini)-series, Modern-college-professor AU… aka the wrong attachment AU ;)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader Word count: 3530

Summary: Steve’s been hit hard with the events involving bad poetry on campus too. He thinks he knows what needs to be done; but sometimes, what people truly need is a really good friend who knocks some sense into them.

Enter Bucky Barnes and Penny Cooper.

A/N: Attached: Hurtful Words is an addition that loosely followes the Attached series. You don’t necessarily need to read the mini-series as a whole, but you will understand much better.

Warnings: mentions of name calling and humiliation, brief violence, swearing, some angst and lots of talking

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The friendship between Bucky and Steve had begun with a beautiful chain reaction.

On a cold November day many years ago, a six-year-old Steve Rogers witnessed a pair of stupid boys stealing a girl’s hat and tossing it around and he stepped in; a seven-year-old Bucky Barnes saw two jerks hitting a younger and obviously weaker kid and decided to take it personally.

That day, Bucky Barnes met Steve Rogers and instantly became a protective older brother, for he recognized that Steve had a brave and kind heart. That day, they became easy friends, because Steve recognized the same qualities in Bucky.

Even if they grew as people, they had their ups and downs, they never grew apart completely and stayed best friends for life – and the protectiveness over each other never disappeared. Which was only one of the reasons why Bucky felt an unbearable urge to punch someone – preferably the idiots who got his OTP into this mess.

Fairly enough, he wanted to punch you a little bit as well for keeping Steve in the dark and hurting him too, but hey – you were entitled at least, you were the target of the jest that the three antichrists came up with.

Hell, Bucky even considered reaching out to you himself since you kept ignoring Steve; not necessarily to scold you, god forbid actually punch you, but just to beg you to talk to his friend.

In the end, he decided against it, because it wasn’t quite his business and you probably knew better than him when you were ready to talk. God knew that seeing you broken and in tears would hurt Steve too and it would only feed his doubts and as Bucky suspected, misplaced guilt.

No one wanted to see that right? Bucky surely didn’t.

He truly just wanted his friend happy and the thing was, you made him the happiest Bucky had ever seen him, even with the complications and ‘controversy’ surrounding your relationship.

So when after days of silence on your end Bucky entered the office and saw a sombre expression on Steve’s face, somewhat more pensive than his recent usual, and a phone in his hand, he froze in the doorway, heart stopping in his chest.

Oh. Oh no, please don’t let that be it.

His heart kicked back in when he focused on Steve’s eyes – they were downcast, but visibly not teary and Bucky breathed a sigh of relief. Manly men and all that, but fuck, Steve would shed a tear or two if you two were completely definitely over. Oh, and he would probably devastate the office in a burst of frustration.

“Hey Steve,” Bucky hummed nonchalantly, closing the door behind him and making his way to his desk. “Who was that?”

He purposely didn’t look at Steve so the punk wasn’t shy about talking about whatever conversation he had. It happened on occasion, Steve keeping stuff to himself, when he was thinking he was annoying Buck – but joke was on him. Yes, Steve could be annoying as fuck, but Bucky could stand a few emotional talks when his friend was on the verge of losing what seemed to be the love of his life.

“Uhm… nobody,” Steve responded simply, putting the device away. He started going through the papers on his desk as if searching for something in attempt to look busy.

Bucky rolled his eyes. As if that would work on him.

“Right. Try again.”

The rustling stopped, a resigned sigh falling from Steve’s lips before he admitted the truth. “Penny Cooper.”

Bucky’s head snapped to Steve, eyebrows jumping for a second.

He did not expect that answer, but he couldn’t say he found it an unpleasant surprise. When Bucky had thought about contacting you, he considered getting in touch with your best friend too.

And yes, he knew Penn Cooper’s name; hell, he had met her on a sort-of friendly hang-out night where you and Steve tried and very much failed at not being a disgustingly-in-love couple when having a night out with friends. Bucky hadn’t complained nearly as much as he could have, mostly because he was delighted to see Steve so lovestruck for a girl who was evidently just as lovestruck for him.

Anyway.

“Ah, Penny. You finally decided to call her. Good. How did it go?”

Steve didn’t appear to share Bucky’s hopeful sentiment, running a hand down his face and turning his gaze to the ceiling.

Bucky narrowed his eyes; while his heart sank at what seemed to be no good news, he could tell that this was not a mourning Steve. In fact, looking closer at Steve as he approached his desk, it was dawning to him that this was Steve overthinking something he heard from Penny.

Great. That’s probably even worse.

In attempt to prevent a catastrophe in making, Bucky did the only thing that came to his mind. He probed.

“That bad, huh?” he stated more than asked, crossing his arms on his chest. “She told you to leave her bestie alone?”

Steve grimaced, his eyebrows furrowing; a clear sign that he was digging deeper into a hole he was creating for himself in his head. The pit of misery and gloom. The pit of despair.

“Not exactly… I think.”

That was the problem with Steve really – sometimes, he thought. Steve Rogers was in fact known for occasional and epical impulsiveness, but so the gods above help if he sank into a well of overthinking. Because that usually led to a stupid decision, which was practically irreversible due to Steve’s infamous determination and stubbornness. It was next to impossible to talk him out of something once he made up his mind.

“Stop that, punk,” Bucky warned him silently, uncrossing his arms and giving Steve a glare.

“Stop what?” Steve asked with a sigh, as if he didn’t know.

“Overthinking. Get out of your head. It just produces loads of bullshit right now.”

“Bucky-“ was all that Steve said, sending his friend an imploring gaze, but Bucky was not fooled. The wheels of doom were still turning in Steve’s head, inevitably leading to the aforementioned bullshit.

And as Bucky had learned the hard way, once the final stage of decision-making was reached, there was no going back. Not with Steve. Which meant he had to stop that disastrous thought before Steve’s stubborn ass grew it into an apocalypse plant.

Then, Steve’s expression shifted; a minor change, yet all too visible to a man who knew him since he was a kid.

Bucky recognized what just happened… and he panicked.

When Bucky Barnes was panicking, he did things he wasn’t necessarily proud of later, but of which he was certain would work.

Plus, the quickly set-up plan was bound to kill two birds in one stone, giving Bucky’s unbearable urge lasting for the past few days an outlet. Win-win, crisis averted, right?

“Get up off your ass,” Bucky ordered, earning a half-heartedly invested surprised and confused raise of eyebrows from his friend.

However, Steve did not stand up.

“Get up, Steven.”

Slightly annoyed but resigned, Steve rose to his feet, the movement a testimony of how exhausted he was. How much energy the past few days had stolen from him… how much of energy he had spent on navigating through the maze of confusing and self-doubting thoughts.

But that was ending now; Bucky was going to make sure of that.

“What?” Steve sighed, clearly expecting more of the pep-talk, possibly more intense since he was asked to stand upright.

He was wrong.

Sorry, Steve.

Like a lightning, Bucky’s fist shot up to Steve’s nose and connected with it with a snap.

Steve stumbled back into the chair, barely catching himself and his nose, staring on Bucky wide-eyed and hurt.

To be fair, Bucky was hurting too – fuck, he forgot how punching people without boxing gloves felt.

“The fhuck-“

“-is wrong with you?!” Bucky finished as he was wondering the same, shaking his hand in hopes to distract himself from the pain.

For a brief second, satisfaction flashed in Steve’s eyes; but Bucky could tell that his get-out-of-your-head technique worked, so he was pretty satisfied himself. Not to mention that Steve probably felt that punch in the back of his skull, having literally rocked his world.

“I wah jugh godda hask!” Steve mumbled, checking the fingers hovering around his nose for blood, frowning as they indeed stained in some crimson – but nothing terrible, Bucky thought.

Then again, he wasn’t the one with cracked nose.

“Outta your head now?” he asked, unable to hide all of his smugness.

Steve frowned at him, clenching his jaw, but didn’t try to punch him back as he probably realized which purpose the unexpected and unusual violence served.

“Bhacky, wah ta hell-?”

“Right before I punched you – you decided to give up on her, didn’t you?” Bucky questioned, being 95% sure about it. Steve’s face told him it should have been 100%. Idiot. Sad and having the right, but still an idiot. “The Steve Rogers I know wouldn’t give up.”

“How did you even-?” Steve asked incredulously, not trying to deny it, not even with his words.

As if Bucky still needed words with him. He knew him almost better than himself.

Also, it was funny how quickly Steve’s punch-induced mumble disappeared.

“You kidding? You’re acting like I didn’t know you since you were six. And during all that time, I didn’t see you give up, not fucking once!”

The slight raise in volume of Bucky’s voice stirred something in Steve – or perhaps it was the accusatory tone by which Bucky was shamelessly trying to provoke a reaction. Because really, Steve desperately needed to leave his overactive brain behind and experience some new emotion besides pure misery and guilt. Anger was okay, Bucky supposed – not great, but okay.

“Jesus, Buck! You know this isn’t it! Look at the mess we already made!” Steve exploded, throwing his hand in the air. “What about in the future? She was planning doing her master’s here! And what about in her future job? It was on the Internet – it never goes away! It will stay with her like a fucking plague, a bomb loaded with C4 ready to be set off! They’ll do a background check and come across it and decide that it would send a bad message to people. Or they’ll humiliate her again, mock her that she’s gonna start an affair on the workplace too. She won’t get the job just because of being with me and they’ll call her a whore on top of that--she doesn’t deserve that!”

The name you had been called stood out even in the long passionate monologue – Steve spited it out with so much venom and hatred towards anyone who would dare to call you that that Bucky nearly had to take a step back from the intense crackling in the air.

He watched Steve take a deep breath in silence, frustrated and sorrowful blue orbits watching with a silent plea to understand.

And Bucky did; he really did. To a point.

“She doesn’t deserve that, Buck,” Steve echoed in a whisper.

A whisper of a broken man, torn between seeking his own happiness on expense of someone else’s and doing what was right in his mind.

Bucky reciprocated the stare, simultaneously impressed and unimpressed as his mind had already put together what Steve had been thinking before saying it out loud. Steve’s speech only confirmed his fears of how Steve would twist what was happening into something he was to be blamed for completely... and would come up with doomsday scenarios.

Except there were always two people (well, sometimes more), when it came to this sort of thing, weren’t there? Two people who were equally participating in this relationship, both very much willingly.

“…you done?”

The plea in Steve’s eyes seemed to deepen before he averted Bucky’s gaze in shame.

Like Steve should be ashamed for the crimes against human decency others committed. Crimes like writing bad poetry and putting in on walls.

“No. You know what else is there. I know you know.”

Yes, Bucky knew.

“You bet your perfect dramatic ass I do, Rogers. I figured they weren’t exactly love letters, because you have zero poker face. How many times? What did they call you? A perv? A molester?” Bucky grinded his teeth, the urge to hit someone returning instantly, hungry and thirsty for blood – and Steve’s nose wouldn’t do this time. He needed a real asshole so he could feel like he made a difference.

Bucky was aware that Steve had started receiving the hate letters almost as soon as the whispers about the relationship started. He had never said a word about them to Bucky and at first, Bucky had been thinking they might have been love letters from someone else, causing him to frown, because in which universe wanted Steve someone unhappy, let alone because of him?

But it soon dawned to him; precisely because Steve hadn’t shared them. Not with Buck and not with you, he suspected. He couldn’t decide which was worse.

“…among other things,” Steve sighed and shook his head. “It would be tiring, it is, but… you’re right. I don’t give up easily. That kind of hate letters… those I can handle. But they said I’ll ruin her future too… and they’re right, it’s already started. I can’t-- not her, Buck. I can’t watch her deal with that bullshit. This can never happen again. I—I have to let her go.”

Weren’t they just over it? That Steve’s head was in no state to make reasonable choices?

“You cannot unring a bell, Steve. It’s done. You said so, it’s on the internet. Tony’s done his best to delete the trail, so the digital print is practically non-existent, but it’s done,” Bucky remarked matter-of-factly. “The things you’re saying, they might be true to some extent, not as tragic as you paint them though. The question is – are you gonna fight for the two of you, so the good stays too… or are you gonna leave like that, on that real fucked-up note and regret it in few years’ time when you look back at this?”

Bucky could pinpoint the exact moment all fight left Steve’s body – his shoulders slumped and his expression turned resigned, almost desperate as he looked up into Bucky’s eyes, his gaze speaking thousands of words.

“It doesn’t matter,” Steve whispered, averting Bucky’s gaze then, focusing on his desk instead, staring blindly ahead. “She wouldn’t talk to me, Buck. I tried, you know that. She’s done with me.“

Bucky sighed and leaned his palms onto the desk, easing the pressure on Steve’s poor tormented soul by softening his demeanour. In the end, all he was trying to do was to help – no matter how frustrated he was getting.

“Of course she wouldn’t talk you, Steve. She’s probably just as caught up in her head as you are in yours. I just hope that Cooper is working on getting her out. What did she tell you?”

Steve gulped and bit on the inside of his cheek. Bucky would swear he saw a hint of a blush on his friend’s cheek and an unpleasant hunch crept up on him.

Oh no, he didn’t.

“…that I shouldn’t come over so I don’t push her too much. That she might not be responding, but she’s listening to all of my voicemails and reads all the texts and e-mails, so until she explicitly asks me to lose her number, I should keep trying,” Steve mumbled, traces of both hope and shame lacing his voice.

Bucky pushed off of the desk and huffed loudly, looking up to the ceiling and pleading God for strength.

A dumbass. His friend was a complete and utter dumbass.

When Bucky spared him a glare that told the blond what he was thinking, Steve sunk further into his chair.

And Bucky was honestly so so done.

Hadn’t he been delighted at the turn of events and Penny, the best friend, giving them hope, he might have punched Steve again for being a dramatic fool. And for being an idiot.

“Sometimes I think you like getting punched, Steven, I have no other explanation,” Bucky deadpanned and then closed his eyes and went to massage the bridge of his nose to ease the headache that was starting to build up in reaction to stress. He loved Steve to bits, honest to God, but he really could be an idiot sometimes. “So you talk to the friend, who probably knows her through and through, she tells you this and still you go: nah, let’s leave her alone, let’s break things off, let’s give up. Jesus, Steve.”

Steve held up his hands palms up, apparently lost and clueless.

Okay, Bucky felt for him. But still.

“I don’t know what else to do, Buck. I- I love her. She’s everything I could ever want, I cannot imagine losing her. It’s… it’s making me sick to just think-- but I don’t want to ruin her life either, Buck, I don’t want to-“

“Be happy?” Bucky interrupted, earning a deadly glare from his friend. “Don’t give me that look. I told you. Now, she’s probably still processing, just like you. Her head is probably a mess… just like yours. I know it’s hard, fuck, I know. But try and do what Cooper is telling you and stay patient. Oh, and I don’t know, maybe just-- don’t. Give. Up.”

Bucky had to gather his next thoughts, not at all happy about what he was about to say next, feeling like he was undermining the message he was trying to get through. But he believed that Steve needed to hear that too – his righteous side would love it, in fact.

“And then, let her make the choice. It will hurt like a bitch if she decides to break up, but at least you won’t be making her choice for her. I think there’s a fair chance that she’ll come around. She likes you a lot too, you know.”

“She said anything to you?” Steve’s head snapped up automatically, his face lighting up with a hint of an eager smile.

Hadn’t he been so cute, Bucky would have rolled his eyes at him. Instead, he shared his observation that took zero effort to gain. Everyone who had at least one functioning eye would notice… which included Fury. Anyway-

“She didn’t have to. It’s written all over her face, in her body language. Shit Steve, you practically live together, how can you even doubt her feelings for you? I thought you were like… soulmates almost. Shared everything and stuff…” Which lead him to another thought, a brief surge of fear that there was one thing that might complicate this matter further if possible. “But she doesn’t know about those ‘love’ letters, does she?”

“God, of course not!”

“Good, then she can make a decision to overcome this on her own, just like you decided to deal with your problem alone,” Bucky offered and a smile slowly spread on his lips. “Just… share it with her once things are a bit calmer, will ya’? You don’t want her to find out on her own.”

Steve mirrored his expression, the tension in his body visibly easing. Bucky could kiss Penny Cooper at that moment. Hell, maybe he would the next time he saw her, just because.

“…you really think I should keep trying?” Steve asked, genuinely curious, but obviously knowing the answer already, seeing as his bashful smile widened.

Really?!

“Steven, my hand hurts, don’t make me punch you again.”

“…point taken,” Steve chuckled, turning his palms to Bucky in a show of meaning no harm. And not wanting to get hit again, probably. “I can’t believe you hit me.”

Bucky had to admit that it wasn’t his brightest moment – but hey, it worked, so guess it was sort of a genius move after all.

His eyebrows jumped suggestively, teasing. “Didn’t think I’d see the day you’ll be on the receiving end of the infamous Barnes’ super-jab.”

“Oh, quit bragging.”

“Blah blah blah, you’re just mad because my fists are like made of iron,” Bucky exclaimed, clenching them and showing them off, causing another chuckle bubble in Steve’s chest.

Bucky’s heart jumped in joy – it was like gift from heavens to see Steve like this after the days of gloom.

“Jerk.”

“Punk.”

“Thank you,” Steve retorted in the same manner, but Bucky read honest gratitude in the two simple words.

“You’re welcome,” he replied with the similar simplicity and depth they both understood. “Drinks?”

“God, yes.”

“No hard liquor tho, we need you in good shape when your girl calls you back,” Bucky pointed out, satisfied when Steve’s smile widened a fraction more.

“You got yourself a deal, Buck.”

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The night before graduation ceremony, Steve forwarded one of the strangest texts he had ever received to Bucky: Come. Incognito. Blend with the crowd till you get a signal.

Steve apparently wasn’t sure what was your best friend trying to say – or he rather had no clue why would she ask him to do that, why come to the graduation (which made him hopeful) and why in secret (which confused the heck out of him).

He and Bucky agreed that Steve should listen to the advice though; what did he have to lose anyway?

Few minutes before midnight, Steve sent a simple answer: OK.

Several moments later, somewhere in the campus, another phone beeped on a young woman’s nightstand.

Operation: Morons is on.

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Part 3 (final for Attached: Hurtful Words)

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Thank you for reading!

It got a bit out of hand... I really had planned this to be a two-shot for the series, but my usual longwinded writing got in the way. I hope that’s okay and that you liked the Steve-Bucky bro moment at least a bit :)

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